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Urian Naire; Heart of the Abyss/ The Lost Child
Topic Started: Dec 5 2016, 01:35 AM (88 Views)
DamagedHero

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Before I begin I Credit Dory for part of my characters backstory and while there are mention of her characters they are her property and are only used in the connection they had within the Original Kaitan Iblis Naire development on our original home of Dark Forest.


-Prince of the Abyss-
How does one experience a memory? Is it as simple as them picturing the scene within their mind or is their emotional attachment to the moment what draws the crystal clarity of the experience to their mind as if holding a fragile gift in ones own hands. For myself, I had no such luxury The memories I had were intermingled and always misleading from one of the two lives I bore within my existence upon the world.

In the one hand I bore the memories of an unborn child denied life and imprisoned in some shadowy dimension of red and white cursed to slumber eternally within an unnamed prison lost forever to the void that surrounded him. Longing to fill his days crying out within the echoless shadows for an out, an escape from this endless hell I had come to know as The Abyss.

There I bore no will and no mind to wander only an endless dream that never ceased as it filled me with nothing. That is until a mistake occurred and I was realized from that nightmare into something I can say is much worse and yet so much better.

-Birth and Childhood-

I was always told I did not scream or wail as a baby I would merely sleep and as I was a sickly looking baby boy I was not thought long for the world to the distraught of my father and mother who put their all into raising me for the first years of my life.

My Father- or rather this father I should say was a loud, prideful, and arrogant man who went by the name Damien Iblis tall in figure and boastful. Yet he was very flawed in his ways evident now even from a young age I should of seen what was to come from this man.

My mother, Tear Naire was my source of warmth and taught me much through all of those years and never shall I get the chance to repay her for everything she had done her red hair and long brown cloak the only thing I truly remember besides her kindness was her constant sacrifice in protecting me from him. Regret plagues me that I was not their when she needed me the most.

It wasn't all bad though over the years as I aged and my frail form did not change my father who was mocked for a son like me by the locals. It drove him to the taverns and to the bottle as his night he came home to beat me starting at the age of six and a year later he started in on my mother. We dared not ask for help and we dared not leave despite the predicament my mother still held feelings for the man he had been rather then seeing the monster he was now.

When I turned ten my mother had found me studying books of magic outside and took it upon herself to teach me less dangerous magic such as the healing spells Cure and Esuna which in turn allowed me to practice after the beatings with the help of my mother. In all of this I never did blame her for allowing that man to do what he did to us I only thought of the warmth of her smile and the practice I partook in to relieve myself of the pain he had inflicted.


-Tragedies and Resolution-

At age twelves my mother and I had were far versed and my efforts while distained even further by my father my mother cheered me on daily in my studies of the arcane. it was this year after spending time with neighbors helping with what I could that I returned to something tragic and devastating to my mind.

Father lay dead fallen on his blade just into the hall upon first entering the house and further in lay the corpse of my beloved mother stabbed and cut as if frustratingly so. It was in this moment I screamed, and screamed, and screamed until collapsing from a lack of air to support my young body.

The neighbors who came running found me and brought me away from that scene of tragedy it was only later I was told that my father had killed my mother in what was assumed a drunken rage. I was besides myself for days before I decided I couldn't remain here within this village any longer. I did not take much merely grabbing clothes and food from my home and dawning my mothers brown cloak as a final memento to her and a token of a happiness now lost I set fire to my home and fled wishing to have nothing to return to or to call home.


-My Teacher Siran-

My journey was difficult as I traveled place to place not sure exacty I had meant for myself to do upon the long road of travel I had set out for after leaving the village. For months traveling from place to place had become the norm for myself passing myself off as a young traveling healer with what little magic I could comprehend those months became a year and before I knew it I was in a city I had never been trying to survive with my naïve nature.

It was then when i turned thirteen I met a woman swearing up a storm more fierce then I have ever seen. It was here that I had met Siran. She was a brash and honestly rough woman in my mind taking little to no sass from anyone and giving it all back without a second thought. It all started with a conversation as to why she was upset and had led her and I to a short adventure to attack an organization headquarters.

It was here where I had fought and killed someone, the sensation destroyed me inside as I came to grip with the reality I was to face alongside this woman, but be it pity or some other reason she kept me and taught me going so far as to buy my first staff for me. We left the city in as much of a cyclone as we could for her amusement before we set out. She taught me much in the time we had developing my fighting style as well as Deepening my understanding of not only my own magic, but of the darker variety.

However our adventures together were short lived as betrayal after betrayal led us to a temple where the very cult itself captured her and left me astray once more.

-The Heart of the Abyss-

Unfortunately and fortunately, This is where my memories start to gap. With bits of meeting the woman Adrianna in the form of her daughter led me to many places in my life running to and fro until I ended up traveling with a young woman who's name I no longer recalled. I found that looking back on it I fancied her. Sadly my memory of her is only a feeling of shy admiration as I was brought to a city through her actions and there-

Well there I was proclaimed a Prince and entitled to be the Heart of the Abyss my hair changing slowly fading from the red I had been born with to a pure snow white my eyes shifting from their bright emerald green to an icy and piercing blue.

It's in this place that I lose all memory of anything and everything and with Three years passing by before I awoke upon barrens of a desert alone and confused bearing no memories of how I had come to be here I can only move forward and have to this day resumed my travels unsure of what exactly I seek, but knowing only that not moving forward would lead me nowhere.

So forward I go unto the Abyss of a new world.

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Current Gear:

Siran's Gift:
A wooden staff with a simple glyph carved into the top meant more as a protective charm and memento then much else.

Basic Clothes:
Long pants ripped in some places and bearing various stains from his travels atop it a black shirt cut and torn with the same similarities of the pants.

Mothers Cloak: A large brown cloak that still seems to large for him it has been torn and sown back together more times then others should choose to count and includes various discolored patches


Scars
On his back are two large scars dragging from just below his shoulder blades to the middle of his back.

From Amongst the Sands
-Three separate large burned close holes in his chest area along with several smaller stab marks along side his lower back and arms

Stats:
Height: 4"6"
Weight 130 pounds
Eye Color: Glacial Blue
Hair Color: White
Age: Sixteen
Class: Mage
Race: Human

Abilities:
(Realized my mistake decided to put Arcana and Lightning in the place of Cure and Esuna for now)
Arcana Level 1
Lightning Level 1
Fire Level 1

Personality:

I believe myself to be very approachable, yet even when I seem aloof and kind I am always filled with caution that my trust might be misplaced. I find myself some times throwing that very caution to the wind and engaging in a losing fight should I deem a person worth helping and despite myself I know that I must try for not only my sake, but for my past selves mistake of not standing up the monsters of the world.

Others may deem me foolish or naïve, but I merely see it as inexperience and troubles I've yet to learn. and while my believe of diligence in certain aspect of peace and coercion may outweigh my fighting skill even I can lose my temper should someone choose to antagonize me.

I often find myself losing my self to past memories as I wander sometimes losing my way and more often then I care to admit I end up in trouble cause of it, not that I will ever complain as my experience have helped me define who I am.


(Well here is a very rough draft of Urian Naire)
Edited by DamagedHero, Feb 1 2017, 09:01 PM.
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Keep it short, but embellish
Quick thoughts would be incomplete.towards the lean side by a quick skim... But much more complete than a rough draft would entail. Fleshing out then.

Second paragraph is a run on sentence & lastly this would be the hard part. Cure & esuna are tier 2 spells. Which means they can only be unlocked by tokens (which are gifted for every 100 posts) or meeting the 200 post requirement.

I personally wouldn't argue thate leverage of them since you're looking to sacrifice the other options. You'd have to discuss with Luthe, Davina or GS if you can catch them. Luthe has been checking in fairly often.

Unless you're willing to wait it out... Best pick a couple of the other teir 1 spells till you can get someone otherwise to comment.

Last but not least. You may rp freely until it gets moved. Not that you'd forget something like that.
Edited by Kilik, Dec 5 2016, 02:10 AM.
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I'll be editing it more and more over the days and I've changed the spells he will currently use in till I reach the requirements for the main ones i'd like for him.
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