Post by King Nuada Silverlance on Jun 15, 2013 15:49:03 GMT -7
NUADA SILVERLANCE
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◊ FULL NAME: King Nuada Silverlance
◊ CODENAME: None
◊ GENDER: Male
◊ RACE: Elf
◊ AGE: Ageless
◊ APPEARANCE: The King of Elfland stands regal and strong, towering over six feet tall. His body is lean and sinewy with the muscle of a man who has survived their life as a warrior. Nuada’s build is solid and flawed, the shadowy lines of his powerful physique give way to the faint wisp of a waist, narrow hips and strong legs. There is never a falter in his step, his stride purposeful and long. His skin is as pallid as the moon, as if all traces of color have been leached from it: a stark bone white; it’s almost unnerving to see the golden veins just beneath his skin as if you expect him to be made of marble. Those born of noble blood are marked by an impossibly thin horizontal line that cuts across his cheeks and bridge of nose as a sign of his royalty. The vertical lines seem more from misfortune than birth title, an accidental brushing with a sharp blade. They cut down his brow and cheeks in a haphazard pattern.
His eyes are a tarnished gold in color and lined in red and black, accentuated by the dark hollows of his face. Angular and sharp with cheekbones you could cut yourself on, the sharp planes of his face lends his features a faint gauntness. His gaze is wild and fervent, animalistic as eyes stalk your every movement. Only a few have ever seen him tire, watch his gaze soften and, in the bat of dark lashes, seen an old soul before them. Nuada’s lips are almost a lie compared to his features; stained like the darkest of souls they are soft, full, and curve lightly at the corner. His hair, once soft and silky, has been weathered by neglect and abuse. The soft golden color has been starched into a silvery white, leaving the ends a memory of gold. He wears it long and open, the length of it sweeping to mid-back as he’s let it grow during his reign. In the rare occasion he ties it back, he reveals his ears to be pointed ever so slightly and circular swirls of royal lineage dot along his brow. Scars are a staple of any warrior and Nuada has his share from youthful scuffles and battles to an echo of his twin’s harm.
◊ ATTIRE: Nuada’s clothing reflects that of his king status and he dresses well, though he’s never been one for formal attire. He maintains the elegance of his people with clean lines and fine details but keeps his clothing simple and functional. Instead of robes and gauzy garments, he dresses for battle, wearing simple breeches gathered at the waist, tunic shirts, jackets, soft leather boots and the royal seal of his family adorning his sash. Leather armor and vambraces are worn over his clothing, organic lines flowing to create patterns and designs of earth and nature. What is a king without a crown, and he has several for different occasions, though the one he chooses to wear often is a crown of golden gnarled tree limbs, woven into a knot pattern. Delicate up close, it creates a solid band around his brow, arching up to create the edges of spikes of leaves and made from the fallen trees of his father’s kingdom. He fancies hues of black, red, gold and white. Never will he wear the color his sister favors, the color of her wretched Abraham.
◊ FACE CLAIM: Luke Goss
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◊ AFFILIATION: Silverlance Court
◊ PROFESSION: King
◊ PERSONALITY: Nuada’s hatred for the race of Man fills him, consumes his ever waking moment, and he dreams of nothing but death and vengeance on every man, woman, and child. He despises the greed of humanity, destroying forests and lands all for commercialism and useless things. He watched his people slaughtered at the hands of humans; selfish creatures with no worth, and whose sole purpose seemed to be conquering and destroying the earth, forcing the magical races to fade into obscurity. He could stand it no longer. Nuada differs greatly from his kind; he appreciated other magical races and enjoyed the company of trolls, goblins, and ogres. He never thought himself above them, even with his nobility and it was this company that helped forge his path. Someone had to rise up and he couldn’t be troubled with treaties. Man had already proved they could not keep their word.
Nuada rules his kingdom with an iron fist, he is harsh and ruthless, unwavering in his demands and his council keeps him solely in check. Quick and decisive, he has no time or patience for palace formalities, finding them dull and useless even in his youth. Nuada would rather be out in the field with his men than stuck in his palace. When one can actually get him to ease up, he finds solace in his simple tinkering. Learning how goblin mechanics worked, it was a simple joy to make and fix things. He is aggressive, content to solve a problem with a blade rather than talk, and his heart leads him blindly. Capable of tactical judgment, his sole goal is to obliterate the race of Man and he has been fixated on that target for the last two decades and nothing will stop him. He has made sacrifices that will forever darken his soul and harden his heart. Hellboy’s death and the fall of his army was not enough to quench the fire that burned in him. Idyllically, there is part of him that admired the red demon’s sacrifice in what he believed in. and Nuada ponders the paths he will embark on.
Frankie’s insurrection was a blow, as he lost a vital soldier. He was, for a time, seduced by her darkness that could have rivaled his own and thought he could have an equal at his side, when his sister would not stand with him. His time with the chestnut haired immortal was brief and it did little to ease his mind, but he took pleasure in discussing strategies and tactics in bed. It helped keep his mind clear of the other half of his soul. He feels indifferent to the fact he has a child somewhere and knows should he ever cross paths with Frankie, it will be a meeting of enemies. Only a handful of his council actually know of her and even less know he has an heir.
◊ ABILITIES: The bond between siblings goes far beyond the norm and they are bound in body, spirit and mind. What one feels, the other does as well, emotions and thoughts are as brilliant as if they are thinking it themselves. This connection allows Nuada to know everything about his sister, to know her mind and soul. In the past, it aided them in sharing one another’s burdens and keeping track of each other. Now it is a cruel link that Nuada abuses to torment his sister. Physically linked, injuries and wounds from either are shared equally. Should one ever die, the other would follow immediately. The closer they are together, the stronger the connection. Unrelated to his link, Nuada is able to see and move about in complete darkness.
◊ SKILLS: Nuada is a profound warrior, very few have ever bested him in a duel, surpassing all his tutors in his palace years. He showed a penchant for it at a young age and devotedly trained in the use of bladed weapons, preferring a spear and lance over a sword. He also excels in archery and unarmed combat. He possesses natural speed, agility and fighting skill far surpassing that of mortal men and some fantastical races. As the first born race of the earth, he also has an influence over the forces of nature and elements. As a noble, it was his duty to serve as his father’s kingdom’s dignitary and ambassador alongside his sister, and though he often let her speak about peace treaties and trade between Clans, he is knowledgeable in the equivalence of foreign policies and diplomatic relations. Groomed for the throne, he was military bound and accepted it with grace, finding he preferred the weight of a blade to being stuck in a room full of stuffy dignitaries. As a soldier, he harnessed his natural leadership. Strategic and tactical, he fiercely rules his kingdom like his military and is a fierce and harsh King as well as commander of his army. He is a survivalist, living off the land for centuries and can track most anything from animals to stars. The earth speaks to him from disturbed ground, broken branches to the acrid smell of sweat that lingers in the sweetness of forests. He speaks many languages of the magical and preternatural and what he doesn’t speak, he understands. Nuada has always had an fascination in goblin machinery and tinkering, creating his late friend Wink’s mechanical hand.
◊ WEAKNESSES: His biggest strength is also his greatest weakness. The bond he shares with Nuala allows her to see, if she dares, his own dark thoughts and twisted emotions. The safety of her reflects his own and though he wishes to overthrow her kingdom, he cannot risk her death, and he often wonders if she’d be strong enough to end the war once and for a while with a plunge of a knife. Though he is linked with her, he doesn’t share her gift of telepathy, spiritual or empathic skills. His hatred for the race of Man has grown, falling darker with each passing year to the point that there is nothing left worthy enough to spare Man for their transgressions.
◊ EQUIPMENT: As he often travels, Nuada deems anything that he can’t carry on his person inconsequential. What does matter are his many weapons of choice. The silver lance of his namesake forged of magical silver is a hearty weapon in his hands. Inland with gold; archaic symbols decorate the hilt, weaving a story of strength and power. Wrapped in black leather for an easy grip, it is an unassuming weapon until it grows in length at his silent command, making for wider range attacks. As a magic forged weapon, it can never be unmade and can mortally wound the immortal. He often carries a sword with him as well, a square curved blade with a nock at the end to catch other blades and wrench them from their owners. Tucked into his sash is a dagger set in a golden sheath.
◊ RESIDENCE: Nuada’s kingdom is simple in it’s complexity: it houses his military and council, hidden from prying eyes. Not even his people know where his palace is hidden, only where his encampment is held. Nuada’s bed chambers are luxurious and spacious and, though he hardly cares to decorate it, castle servants have maintained but a simple but elegant motif. Decorated in golds and reds, his bed is grand with pillows and blankets heaped upon it and situated near the open balcony. His dressing room is off to the left adjacent to his bathing quarters. The walls are a pale grey stone, notched with precision with vaulted ceilings. To counteract the harshness of the room, curtains and drapery have been added to create a more soothing atmosphere.
◊ FAMILY: King Balor (Father, deceased), Queen Nuala (Sister, living), Riordan Silverlance (Son, living), Princess Oona (Niece, living) and Prince Abrachim (Nephew, living).
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◊ HISTORY:Once upon a time, in a distant land, laid a dark and mysterious kingdom called Bethmoora. The King had two children, whom he loved dearly: a boy and a girl with an invisible thread linking them together. His Queen had passed on to the realm of shadows when his children were too young to remember her. Nuada and Nuala were regarded as strange compared to other elven children, their flawed looks considered peculiar, but causing them to be admired even more for it. They would spend hours together walking through their peaceful lands alive with flora and fauna and playing under the shade of the elder trees. On rainy days they would spend it indoors in the royal library, the prince regaling magical stories of warriors of lore, the princess reciting poetry and humorous tales that would have their laughter ring throughout the kingdom. They were inseparable.
No one knew how closely they were connected until Nuada injured himself while playing. It had been a misstep while climbing a tree with his sister sitting quietly underneath, reading. His boot slipped and he cracked his face on a wicked branch, golden blood dripping from his nose. Before he could wipe it away and commence playing, he took note of his sister holding her handkerchief to her nose, the blood trickling down her chin. Their connection only became stronger with age and they grew closer under the watchful eye of their father. The King took notice of his son’s infatuation even as the child didn’t fully understand his feelings, and to impede potential difficulties, offered his son the chance to join his military.
As the heir to the throne, it would be required of him to be military-trained and a great warrior, and though he was still young (a mere boy), Nuada accepted. It filled his heart with joy and he was honored that his father would see him ready so early. He would become a worthy heir. His training took him away from the palace, traveling the lands and there he met other fantastical races, he learned about trolls and goblins and fae and found their company enjoyable. He also met his first human from the race of Man and he saw their ravenous greed and lust for conquest. They trampled the grasses, set fire to the forests and murdered the fantastical, afraid of what was different from them. Landscapes were destroyed to make room for developing capitals, pushing the magical further and further into the desolate, and the first seed of hatred was planted. Nuada would be gone months, even years and away from the light of his sister, his heart darkened. His absence was felt in the kingdom and in the heart of his father. The world of Man was growing.
Nuada met Wink when he was an adolescent. The youth of his body had changed and in the decades since he had left his father’s kingdom he had grown taller, filling out, his body honed into a brutal weapon. The scars of his body mirrored those of his mind. He had become ruthless and cunning, as sharp as the blade of his spear. Wink had been no older than him, captured by humans and imprisoned like an animal and treated far worse. A wound he received was left untreated and it festered until his hand rotted off. His life would have followed, for he was too weak to stand or defend against the abuse of his captors, had it not been for Nuada. He swept through the encampment under the cover of night, killing all and leaving none to tell the tale. When the troll healed and was well enough to be on his own, Nuada built him a hand of goblin enchanted mechanics, replacing what was taken from him. In return, Wink pledged his life to the prince and the two became friends.
Over the next century, Nuada waged war against the race of Man to drive back their forces. Many elves and magical beings died and Man continued to multiply like a disease, rising up to counter the fantastic realm. It was then the King of goblins offered a solution, he would build Balor an army to drive Man away once and for all. It would be an indestructible army that would never tire and it was Balor's son that persuaded him, foretelling of the treachery and deceit and death the humans brought and if continued they would only destroy what magic was left in the world. The Golden Army was built, monstrous machines devoid of emotion and feeling, seventy times seventy, they moved seamlessly, obliterating everyone who stood in their path. King Balor was horrified at the results and he proposed a truce with Man, sealing away the Golden Army and breaking the crown that controlled them to three pieces: two for the elves and one for Man.
Nuada refused the treaty and spat upon it, arguing with his father. Humans could not be trusted, they will always go back on their word. King Balor refused his son’s object and, angry and hurt, Nuada went into self imposed exile. He would return when his people would need him the most and with a lasting look to his beloved sister, Nuada vanished. For centuries, the exiled prince wandered the lands, crossing oceans and seas, Wink at his side. With every village that grew into a town and forged into a city, the supernatural faded a little more into obscurity. His hatred, unbridled, clashed violently against his sister’s pacifist nature. Their connection, stronger than ever, threatened to devour the other half of his soul. His anger rode in waves crashing down without care and only afterward when it ebbed away, did he offer a gesture of mercy. His days and nights were lonely without her comforting presence and the heaviness between them only grew.
The world was changing, growing older, faster, in a vain attempt to combat its scarred lands. Nuada sensed the planet was coming to a crossroad, a choice had to be made now before all things magical vanished forever. He decided that the Golden Army had to be reawakened and finish what they started. What little good a few humans did in the form of environmentalism was not enough to impress the prince, nor sway his decision. They were unworthy of saving.
It took centuries to track down the crown pieces; he was only one elf, and when he thought he had caught up with a piece, it would vanish into history. He unearthed tombs, dethroned kings, killed all those who stood in his way. The hunt consumed him, all the time his hatred spiraling out of control. The world continued on, advancing into a modern world of technology and mechanics and when all seemed hopeless, he traced a crown piece to the Americas to an auction house in New York City. Nuada collected the piece and he and Wink dispatched the humans by releasing a swarm of tooth faeries, leaving a mark on the wall to all who saw and would know that he had returned.
In the time of his exile, his people had withered away, uprooted from their Bethmoora kingdom and forced to live underground and in squalor while the humans lived ignorantly above ground. Nuada tracked them to the sewers of New York and revealed his intentions to reawaken the Army, needing his father’s crown piece. It brought an uproar with the elven council and Balor saw the true depths of his son’s hatred and, with no choice, Balor gave the order to execute him, condemning Nuala.
Heartbroken for the loss of his sister, he let that lead his emotions rather than his own betrayal and Nuada retaliated against the Butcher Guarders, killing them and with one final blow, ended his father’s life. With a parting touch as Balor was returned to the earth, Nuada broke free the crown piece and added it to his own. When he turned for the final piece, his sister had vanished. He would find her. Sending his friend, Wink, to fetch her, Nuada focused on preparing a seed of the gods, a forest elemental in slumber. When word got back to him that Wink had perished, the prince became distraught over the loss of his friend. How could a mighty warrior such as he fall? Seeking out his killer, Nuada found his sister aiding a rag tag group of agents, lead by a demon. Unleashing the Elemental, he let it rage through the city and when he thought he had the chance to steal his twin away, the Elemental was beaten back and he saw potential in Hellboy. He could become a general of his army to stand beside him against all those who opposed. The prince was only mildly surprised when the demon didn’t take his offer and the Elemental was destroyed, giving itself up as one last gift of beauty. Nuada vanished, allowing the BPRD to take Nuala in.
He would find her again. He always did, no matter how far she ran or how much, there was no hiding from him. Their father had tried to shield her heart, but the link was unbreakable. Taking to the night, he let her guide him to the hidden base of the BPRD, dispatching the pathetic attempt at guards. Once inside, he found her trying to destroy the map and seized her to find she had hidden her piece of the crown. Before he could find it, Nuala alerted the bureau to his whereabouts and faced off with the demon again, quickly dispatching him in his inebriated state, but leaving him alive to die slowly of his wounds. He bargained the crown piece for Nuala’s safety, knowing the blue creature that had stolen his sister’s heart would obey.
Nuada traveled back to their homeland, Bethmoora, forcing Nuala with him. He would be rightful King and he would need at Queen at his side. That evening, Nuada came to his sister to speak with her, to know her heart, and was spurned by her love for Abraham. Covetous of their bond, he shut her away till the gate was opened and the crown piece was presented. At last, he had all three and his Golden Army would awaken with their order to kill Abraham and the others. Only when Hellboy stepped forward to challenge him for rightful command did he falter a step only to rise up. No one would stop him.
A prince of elves and a prince of hell battled for the Golden Army, the duel carrying on for what seemed like forever. Exhausted or wounded, neither one gave up. The burn of a knife in his chest, followed by the bathe of golden blood made him stumble and he looked to his sister. The hidden dagger she always carried lay buried in the delicate folds of her gown and though she meant to kill them both, she had faltered. The aim was off and shallow and the fear she felt told him she would not try again. Deeply wounded, the elven prince felt himself slipping, but this was the end. He had to win. With renewed strength from the depths of his soul, he beat back Hellboy and at the killing blow, he let him live.
Nuada had won.
As a last act of mercy, he let Hellboy escape, taking his sister with him. He would have preferred her to stay beside him, but his strength was gone, the wound taking hold. It wouldn’t kill him, neither twin would follow their father and he knew Abraham would make sure to keep his sister alive. The war waged on and the Golden Army gave chase, sweeping across Europe. For weeks they traveled tirelessly till they reached the eastern coast of the United States. The government military gave a valiant but pitiful attempt to beat them back but ended up destroying more land than army.
Nuada rallied a call to all magical beings to join his cause and take back what was rightfully theirs. Supernatural and fantastical cast off the glamour of disguise and united with him and his army grew. He gained a collaborator, a young immortal by the name of Francesca Guidicini who showed great promise. Unaware of her infiltrator status, they became close during the war, Nuada placating his desire for another and she became a substitute. If he had any feelings for the immortal, he denied himself of them in favor of his forthcoming victory. The King stepped over bodies of the BPRD as his militia moved like wildfire, consuming everything and the world shifted again, another crossroad stirring the stars and the magic of the earth. Something big was coming.
The day Hellboy unleashed the Ogdru Jahad, King Nuada hit with full forces. The scars of their battle still mar the earth in deep gouges, where flora and fauna have refused to grow. Frankie, his confidant, betrayed him, carrying his child within her womb. His army was torn asunder by the elder gods, betrayed yet again by the very thing he strove to protect. There was no coming back by being devoured by gods and the Golden Army and he were vanquished. Fate betrayed him by letting him live instead of being consumed and destroyed. Nuala’s forces overwhelmed the last dying leg of his military and what was left of it, he gathered to form a council and fled west.
For several months, Nuada fell silent and rumors were rampant, various sightings of him across the states stretching from California to Maine. He had a kingdom somewhere, but it was impossible to find. Those who set out for it rarely made it back. It wasn’t until his first counterstrike did anyone realize how fast he mobilized a new army. They moved as one, vicious and efficient, reminiscent of the brutality of the Golden Army. Nuada gained land quickly, his frontier expanding east to butt against the BPRD territories. It wasn’t enough. Like a frenzied beast, he clawed his way across the states to attack Nuala’s borders but again he was rebuffed when the BPRD came to their aid. He withdrew and for the next decade rebuilt his kingdom in whole, letting the supernatural flock to him. He gave them the promise of a new world, where Man no longer existed to pollute and consume. He had nearly succeed, but the elder gods had become old and useless, siding with an unworthy demon who had long since died. Now that they were gone, the fantastical could rise up for good and with the rallying cry of not even the gods themselves could stop them, Nuada has set his sights on the BPRD and his sister once again.
