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Dorian Grimm; Is going to be a Nercomancer~
Topic Started: Apr 25 2012, 10:34 PM (58 Views)
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[Dorian Grimm]
[Bones]

Played By: Merc
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Personal Information
Age: 22
Apparent Age: 22
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance:
  • Armor: None.
  • Regular Clothing: Dorian prefers to dress simply, because he has more important things on his mind than clothing, and quite frankly, he's not trying to impress anyone. He has already met his love and everyone else is just a shadow compared to her presence in his mind. He merely wears a pair of black leather pants, and a short sleeve grey shirt with a high neck, which is much like a sweater in texture. On his hands, he always wears a pair of white gloves that sag slightly around the wrists, which he tends to refer to as his 'magician's gloves'. They are not special in any way, he is just weird.

    One his feet, he actually wears a pair of boots with a high heel. While technically he is 6 feet tall, because of these he stands slightly above it. He doesn't wear them to make himself taller, he is just very attached to them for some reason. He calls them his 'ass kicking boots,' and indeed, many an ass has been kicked by them (in the literal sense, though he is a mage, when in close combat where he cannot cast spells quickly enough, he defaults to using his feet).

    Finally, his most precious piece of clothing is the red sash that is tied around his hips, a bit of which hands out from under his shirt. He keeps this article close to himself at all times, for it is a sash made from the material of the dress his love, Alice, wore on the day she died. It was originally red, but... The blood never did some out.

  • General Appearance: Dorian stands at an even six feet tall, with terribly pale skin that is somehow befitting one who meddles with the dead. Not matter how much time he spends in the sun, he always remained pale (a trait that, in his childhood, further doomed him to be considered a demon). For a man, he is somewhat unusually curvy, although he is quite muscular so it is nigh impossible to mistake him for a female in his tight fitting clothing.

    Both his eyes and hair are an unusual color, his eyes being a dull shade of grey, while his hair nearly a forest green. In truth, he was not born as such, but doing an out pour of his magical energies the colors twisted, similar to his mind, perhaps signifying that something important within him had been lost.

Personality: Dorian, though he is quite obviously not all there in the head, is a hopeless romantic, whom believes that loves should always prevail over evil or whatever obstacles it may face. He is also very much drawn into the plights of lover's, though he mostly will let things take their course rather than interfering.


Likes: Cleanliness, magic, Alice, talking about Alice, day dreaming about Alice, creeping people out, spicy foods, reading, learning, romance novels.
Dislikes: Voodoo, being told there is no way he can bring back his love, tomatoes, children.
Fears: Not being able to resurrect his love, dolls.

Biographical Information
Current EXP: 0
Classes: Mage
Skills:
  • Lore: 5
  • Strategy: 5
  • Healing: 0

History: Dorian lived a rather simple life in a tidy little village, among his own kind, the humans. His life wasn't an easy one, as he was considered something of an outcast amongst the locals, due to his minor magical abilities, his major interest in it, and their fear that it was unnatural or demonic - they were folks of a different religion, after all, those that had formed a cult and sought seclusion in the wilds, thinking the rest of the world to be vile sinners.

As he too was considered a 'vile sinner', he was suitably punished by his village, which varied to different degrees. Beating, public stoning, isolation, once they ever tried to have the 'demons' exorcised from his body, which is perhaps his most traumatic memory to date.

As he grew up, they merely allowed him to live based on the fact that they believed they could 'fix' him. After all, he was ill, he had a sickness afflicted by a demon, what sort of monsters would they be to kill someone whom was not in control of his right mind? Above and beyond everything else, in spite of his magic, and interest in things that their little cult had long outlawed, he had not hurt anyone, and had no desire to, though they harmed him. Had it been any other child, perhaps they would have been killed or banned, but his family having been the founders, he was nigh untouchable.

In spite of him immunity, his life was one of misery. He was lonely and felt terribly guilt for his skills in magic. No one understood him, and he was treated like a disease, with everyone keeping him at a distance and watching him warily when he walked by.

Dorian considered his life to be a worthless one. By the age of thirteen he was convinced that he was an abomination that the world would be better off without. He often thought of 'forcing an accident,' as he was mentally call it, to end his suffering, but ultimately was always too afraid to carry through with it. He lived on in misery, until one day, there were some new arrivals to the cultist retreat, more people seeking refuge and false gods, as they often did.

It was not entirely unusual, but among them, there was a girl, whom he initially paid no heed to, as with any time before, they were informed of his situation through exaggerated rumors, and parents kept their children far from him - which only seemed to make the girl want to get to know him even more. Admittedly, this creeped him out at first. Mostly, due to the fact that she followed him around, at a distance, walking when he walked, stopping as he stopped, merely staring in silence. For several weeks, he ignored her, and the time came when he was inevitably punished for being caught practicing magic. He received a beating and scolding from the 'sovereign,' his own father, and was dragged to the out limits of the retreat, and tied to a tree where he was to stay for the night.

Understandably, he passed out rather quickly, and woke to pale face in the moonlight, dotted with small freckles, with bright red hair flowing down her shoulders and green eyes that were watching him intensely. He merely glared at her, wary of her presence, but she said something to him that stunned him. The girl told him that she did not think he was bad like the other children had told her - this practically floored him, and for the first time, he was given faith in humanity and hope in life.

As it turned out, the girl's name was Alice, and the two quickly became friends, though Dorian was rather awkward as he was not used to socializing as such. Naturally, no one liked this friendship, and the abuse continued, but somehow it did not seem to matter to him anymore, and they became less frequent without him really noticing. After all, he had a girl on his mind. Magic hardly seemed as interesting anymore.

The two were practically inseparable over the next several years, but, when they had turned seventeen Dorian's magic suddenly began to just sort of seep out on it's own whenever he was particularly emotional about something, and emotional he was, as he learned that Alice was sick. Her sickness would not have been considered a serious one elsewhere in the world, but here, where magic was out the the question, she was doomed to die a slow, pitiful death, and he was doomed to watch his love and best friend die.

Naturally, he begged for an exception. Begged for them to let a magical healer come to cure the teen, but they always firmly declined, even Alice's own parents, fed so deeply into the cultist lies, had resigned her to her fate.

Dorian was not so quick to give up on the only worthwhile thing life had given him. In the dead of night, he stole her away, with no idea where he was going or what he was doing. He blindly walked foreign paths, carrying her on his back as he sought civilization. He didn't quite find civilized society, but he did find a healer in Kigan, the first village he came across. In return for saving Alice's life, he offered to work to pay whatever debt was owed, and true to his word, he did, and the girl did indeed recover.

Here they found freedom, and a new way of life. Granted, they had absolutely nothing to start with, aside each other, but that was more than enough for the two of them. They began to build a life here, tucked in a pocket of the forest, far away from their former life.

Or, so they believed. Certainly, they were paranoid and scarcely left the protection of the town, but when three years passed of peace, they believed they had escaped their fate. Unfortunately, the cult had merely been biding their time, deciding what actions to take. After all, the son of the founders had broken a cardinal rule, and he needed to be punished. Alice's life was now seen as an unnatural one among the cult, even her own parents still believed this, and with some prodding, poking, and talks of loyalty and dishonor, Alice's parents were convinced that to restore honor to there family there was but one solution...

At the age of twenty Dorian came home on night from work, as he always did, dirty and tired, but happy to be home to his love, only to discover that there had been a massacre in their home. Alice's body was mutilated beyond recognition, but the red hair stained with blood made her easy enough to identify alongside her tattered clothing. She had not just be killed, but brutally murdered in the 'safety' of her own home.

The slightest of things can drive a man to madness, all it takes is something to set the gears in motion. A final push to send him in the wrong direction, down the wrong path, over the edge. For Dorian, it was not a push, but a full out shove over a cliff. He mourned her loss loudly and tearfully, vowing vengeance, cursing the world for taking away the only thing he had ever wanted to keep to himself.

The tears and sobbing soon turned to laughter, maniacal laughter, for he had come up with a wonderful plan. He would use the magic that everyone had cursed him for, and he would model it towards that of a Necromancer, bring back his lost love, find out who killed her, and then deliver the wrath of a broken man unto them.

Of course, he did not full grasp necromancy at the time, or he did, and simply did not wish to admit that she was gone, but he has spent every waking hour since trying to learn a spell to revive her, and, occasionally trying to slow his descent into complete and utter lunacy.

Relationships: Alice Monroe (Deceased)
Relatives: Unknown.

Pet
Name: Nibbler
Owner: Dorian
Species: Zombie; Ashisaru
Description: It is a zombie (hence it's lowered stats), so it kind of looks like a Ashisaur that got into a fight with a Grimalkin. It drools and has one eye that is nearly white, and it doesn't respond to much besides Dorian. Nibbler has a fondness of fingers, which he always tries to bite (eat, actually), and he frequently loses his tail, which Dorian is constantly sewing back on. In spite of the fact that he is a mindless, flesh craving zombie, Dorian gives him regular baths because 'rotting Ashisaru smells bad.'
Obtained: While venturing in the darker parts of the land, Dorian came upon a wicked shaman, skilled in the dark arts. While the men did not interact much, and when they did the shaman told Dorian that his venturing into the dark magics to revive a lost love, while admirable, was impossible, the old hermit took pity on the young fool, offering him the zombie as a pet and companion. ('Because, really, who would want to travel with a creepy guy who carries the skeleton of a girl he loves?" - The old hermit shaman, who carries around shrunken heads and Ashisaru brains.)
Intelligence: 2
Stats:
  • Strength: 5
  • Speed: 5
  • Endurance: 5
  • Magic: 5

Possessions
Weapons:

Armor:
  • None

Other Items:
  • Every single bone from the body of his dead lover, which he keeps in a bag with a leather bag with a drawstring. He keeps this very close by as the remains are obviously very precious to him.


Statistics and Techniques
Level: 01
Stats:
  • Endurance: 25
  • Magic: 35 (25 base+10 for feat)

Spells:


Techniques:
  • None

Feats:
  • Name: Energy Bender
    Description: A naturalist of the energy around them, this character has developed a special connection to magic itself. This magic is what allows us as a whole to form their energy into a perfect level, and balance it well enough to mold the energies into almost anything that they need or wish to use.
    Bonus: +10 Magic

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Edited by Merc, May 4 2012, 07:47 PM.
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Character Information

Name: Ira Travis
Race: Human
Level: 01
Class: Warrior
Character Stats

Strength: 20
Speed: 20
Endurance: 30
Magic: 5
Character Skills

Weapons Combat: 15
Martial Arts: 10
Archery: 0
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