Post by Rook Thriasi on Jul 18, 2017 5:08:33 GMT
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182 Years
182 Years
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Male
Male
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Pansexual
[break]Pansexual
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Elf
Elf
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Soldier/Guard
Soldier/Guard
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Ben Dahlhaus
Ben Dahlhaus
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Rook Thriasi
Rook Thriasi
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Magical Ability:
Rook’s family was noted for their abilities with fire. Perhaps not the most desirable ability in a race that has a strong reverence for peace. But it was still there, hiding in their veins like a lurking monster. Rook’s father has never used his ability. Only knowing he possessed it because his hands would grow uncomfortably warm when he became angry. His mother’s ability was of a more plant based variety. His grandfather was also gifted with flame. Able to start fires by simply rubbing his hands together over some tinder and causing sparks to fall.
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Rook, having just aged into adulthood as the war came upon them found himself being urged to use his ‘gift’. Though in the following years he would regret it…so much. Rook’s ability was different than his grandfathers…and much more destructive. By touching the earth with his palm he could send flames rapidly in any direction. Making it eat away at the land near him. During the war his ability was often used to ‘trap’ his enemies. Making their escape impossible. His flames would circle around them at his bidding. Leaving them with nowhere to run.
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Rook must have contact to start the fire, and it has to be his hand. So if he can touch the earth he can send his flames to anything else touching the ground. However he cannot throw his flames or send them to things that are not touching something he has access to.
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His anger, like his father his anger fuels his flames. But this is something he tries to keep a tight grasp on.
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Appearance:
Rook generally looks as if he hasn't slept in days. His pale blue eyes always look tired and tinged with red. He is tall and somewhat lean but muscled. Scars...he has many of these. The skin on his hands and arms has been thickened from his own flames. His magic does not come without a price. He has a large scar just above his collarbone on the left side of his chest where he was attacked by an strange creature, there is also an exit wound on his back. Various silvering scars cover his body but his hands are often blistered and peeling from the savagery they face. He has dirty blond hair that is about shoulder length and a scruffy beard. Clothing wise he pays little attention to how he looks. Some sort of pants and a dark shirt suit him along with boots. His hair is at times pushed into a loose unruly knot atop his head.
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Personality:
Rook was mentally damaged by the war, he became cold. Keeping others at arms length, the few that bothered with him that is. He has become a loner with the exception of a recently found connection with a fellow elf named Ives. He didn't expect it to happen, he didn't even really want the connection. Because inevitably anyone who stays too close ends up getting hurt. And even though he should push the man away he cant. He loves Ives in his own perpetually flawed quick to anger way.
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History:
Rook had a good childhood. His father had given him a somewhat unconventional name simply because upon seeing his blonde haired blue eyes boy the child had stolen his heart. Like a rook or raven. Unfortunately after the war began Rook’s father had passed away. His mother, in her attempts to use her abilities to help the wounded of all races had been killed as well by a werewolf that wasn’t willing to accept the help of a lowly elf.
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Rook survived the war. Though a part of him died there. He was no longer the carefree happy youngster that had entered the war with an aim to protect his people. He emerged a cold man who showed little of what bubbled just beneath the surface. He was damaged. His icy blue eyes revealing nothing of the horrors he had seen. And among his people he felt like an outsider. His ability being as destructive as it had been, some feared angering him. Knowing what it could bring out of him.
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He has been living on the fringes of elven society since the war. Not really a part of their community…more of a stray dog that haunts them with his presence. He still guards his people though. And recently a dangerous creature was brought to his attention by the lore keeper. Rook tried to hunt the creature down and was nearly killed in his attempt to slay it. He has recently returned to Ives and his people and hopes to get enough people willing to hunt the beast to stomp out the threat before it grows. Because as he learned before, he cant do it alone.
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Miscellaneous:
Rooks weapon of choice is a simple short sword in conjunction with his fire.
Magical Ability:
Rook’s family was noted for their abilities with fire. Perhaps not the most desirable ability in a race that has a strong reverence for peace. But it was still there, hiding in their veins like a lurking monster. Rook’s father has never used his ability. Only knowing he possessed it because his hands would grow uncomfortably warm when he became angry. His mother’s ability was of a more plant based variety. His grandfather was also gifted with flame. Able to start fires by simply rubbing his hands together over some tinder and causing sparks to fall.
[break]
Rook, having just aged into adulthood as the war came upon them found himself being urged to use his ‘gift’. Though in the following years he would regret it…so much. Rook’s ability was different than his grandfathers…and much more destructive. By touching the earth with his palm he could send flames rapidly in any direction. Making it eat away at the land near him. During the war his ability was often used to ‘trap’ his enemies. Making their escape impossible. His flames would circle around them at his bidding. Leaving them with nowhere to run.
[break]
Rook must have contact to start the fire, and it has to be his hand. So if he can touch the earth he can send his flames to anything else touching the ground. However he cannot throw his flames or send them to things that are not touching something he has access to.
[break]
His anger, like his father his anger fuels his flames. But this is something he tries to keep a tight grasp on.
[break]
[break]
Appearance:
Rook generally looks as if he hasn't slept in days. His pale blue eyes always look tired and tinged with red. He is tall and somewhat lean but muscled. Scars...he has many of these. The skin on his hands and arms has been thickened from his own flames. His magic does not come without a price. He has a large scar just above his collarbone on the left side of his chest where he was attacked by an strange creature, there is also an exit wound on his back. Various silvering scars cover his body but his hands are often blistered and peeling from the savagery they face. He has dirty blond hair that is about shoulder length and a scruffy beard. Clothing wise he pays little attention to how he looks. Some sort of pants and a dark shirt suit him along with boots. His hair is at times pushed into a loose unruly knot atop his head.
[break]
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Personality:
Rook was mentally damaged by the war, he became cold. Keeping others at arms length, the few that bothered with him that is. He has become a loner with the exception of a recently found connection with a fellow elf named Ives. He didn't expect it to happen, he didn't even really want the connection. Because inevitably anyone who stays too close ends up getting hurt. And even though he should push the man away he cant. He loves Ives in his own perpetually flawed quick to anger way.
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History:
Rook had a good childhood. His father had given him a somewhat unconventional name simply because upon seeing his blonde haired blue eyes boy the child had stolen his heart. Like a rook or raven. Unfortunately after the war began Rook’s father had passed away. His mother, in her attempts to use her abilities to help the wounded of all races had been killed as well by a werewolf that wasn’t willing to accept the help of a lowly elf.
[break]
Rook survived the war. Though a part of him died there. He was no longer the carefree happy youngster that had entered the war with an aim to protect his people. He emerged a cold man who showed little of what bubbled just beneath the surface. He was damaged. His icy blue eyes revealing nothing of the horrors he had seen. And among his people he felt like an outsider. His ability being as destructive as it had been, some feared angering him. Knowing what it could bring out of him.
[break
He has been living on the fringes of elven society since the war. Not really a part of their community…more of a stray dog that haunts them with his presence. He still guards his people though. And recently a dangerous creature was brought to his attention by the lore keeper. Rook tried to hunt the creature down and was nearly killed in his attempt to slay it. He has recently returned to Ives and his people and hopes to get enough people willing to hunt the beast to stomp out the threat before it grows. Because as he learned before, he cant do it alone.
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Miscellaneous:
Rooks weapon of choice is a simple short sword in conjunction with his fire.
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Rook
Rook
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OOC Notes
OOC Notes
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HOW'D YOU FIND US (1st only)
HOW'D YOU FIND US (1st only)
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