Post by andonxund on Sept 1, 2008 0:32:28 GMT -7
Basic Information
Full Name: Andon Xund
Age: Unknown - Timeless Perhaps, like his brethren
Gender: Male
Birthday: The Last Day of Winter
Codename: -
Classification: Elf - Now Clockwork Man
Abilities:
One of the Greatest Magician-Inventor in History
Mechanical Powered Strength and Agility - Similar to but weaker than Kroenen
No need to breath, sleep, or eat.
Alignment/Occupation: Leader of the Clockwork Armies and Ally to Prince Nuada
Special Skills: Xund is a master inventor, capable of creating the most complex of machinery alone, and in quite short order. He is a swordsman of no small skill, though both the General and the Prince would easily defeat him.
Weapons: One rapier and dagger on his belt
His body-
Retractable claws in his fingers and toes
Retractable spines from his frame for self-defense
Excess Strength and Agility
Magic
The Look
Appearance: Andon stands a normal height of roughly 5’11”. And that is perhaps all that is normal about him. His frame is that of a series of complex cogs and machinery, constantly in motion, and all of it covered by a hardened and multi-segmented crystalline humanoid shell. The crystal shell is clear and smooth like glass, but harder than diamonds. Andon’s face is smooth, with no definitions to indicate where he is looking, or how he speaks. His inner workings are complex at even their most simple, and looking at them gives no hinting to how exactly Andon functions. The machinery is gold in color, and in constant immaculate condition.
Celebrity: None - See Pictures:
Style: Andon dress sense can be compared to that of a polite gentleman of the Victorian era. He wears nice fine shirts covered in vests and then some sort of coat. He never wears hats or anything of the sort, choosing to not hide his “face.” His clothes are well manicured, all of them look brand new, day in and out. The colors of his clothes range from blues to blacks with different shades of red, white and gold as accents.
It's The Inside That Counts
Personality: Master Andon Xund is polite as polite could be. He’s charming and calm, well aware of his inhuman visage, and is never seen to loose his temper. Emotion is a frailty he chooses not to associate himself with - loving nothing except for the thrill of his work. However, he doesn’t look down upon others for clinging to emotion, and does not hold himself as superior over any others. Andon simply is, and he allows others to simply be.
Andon does not hate those he makes war against - the humans. He does not curse them, he does not wish them pain, he simply accepts that he will make war and kill them. However, is view of humans could be considered negative, as he sees them as nothing more than a race of overly loud, and remarkably stupid murderers. He knows they have their place upon earth, but is determined to be rid of them to secure a brighter future for the magical kingdoms.
Likes:
Machines
Magic
Art and Music
Dislikes:
Finds is markedly rude for others to eat in front of him.
Rude behaviors and language
Fears:
Being trapped once more as a simple cog
The death of the Magical Kingdoms
Weaknesses:
Not a great physical fighter
His emotional absence causes an apathy of sorts in regards to his allies.
Strengths:
Amazing Magical Inventor and overall Mage
History:
Ages ago, Andon Xund was a Dark Elf, a dark creature that looks more like a human than other creatures in the fantastical realms. The dark elves have pointed ears, darkly beautiful features, a wonderful aptitude for dark magics, and a love of both Spiders and poison: the more deadly the better. This love for dark things, and ambition that grew in the Dark Elves hearts led them to hold a scant few wars against mankind - though they were defeated each time by both the humans and the magical creatures aligned with them. At the end of the last war, the Dark Elves were all presumed destroyed. The Queen vanished, their greatest generals killed, and those that had been captured finally punished for their crimes.
Andon Xund was one of those captured. In his flesh life, a life far before the drow‘s cursed black skin, life far before the majestic underground cities…Andon was a jewel in a dark sea. He was beautiful, handsom and perfectly cut. His smile could cause the melting of even the iciest heart, and amongst his people there was a great clamor for him.
But Andon didn’t care for all that. He didn’t want to cultivate his beauty, or his charm…only his mind. So interested was he in the workins of magic and machine, and so charming was his personage, that he was given his own study and full free reign to work - something under heard of for men in the Dark Elf community.
Andon worked for a great many seasons, slaving away as he mastered both magics and machines - eventually learning how best to fuse the two. He was at his highest point when the Drow went to war - Xund…now Master Andon Xund, was given the task of hightening the numbers of the armies with his own clock and steamwork automatons. And as the war dragged on, the more complex they became. Where first he began with clockwork soldiers, he inevitably came to steamwork dragons. And coal fed horses.
But the Drow were no match for the combined might of the Allied Armies…and so they fell. Their queen vanished, their forces scattered, and their forms cursed, the drow were forced underground - never to bother the lands again…until eventually they reunited and rose again.
Andon’s mechanical forces swept the land, and for a time it seemed that the Dark Elves might have their dark empire…but again it was not to be.
As it all ended, Andon was captured, most of his people dead, and his machines locked away. He put upon trial, a farce, a mockery, and sentenced not to death, but to imprisonment. Andon’s soul was ripped from it’s beautiful shell, forced into the tiniest golden cog, and then thrown away into a deep, dark, pit…were he would be forced to sit for many a lifetime.
Years passed.
And more.
And more.
Until finally, with great luck, his tiny cog was found by an old enemy. The great Prince Nuada of the Silvelance. Prince of the highest Elven Kingdom. But Nuada came to Andon no longer as an enemy, but as an ally. He wove a brilliant tale, that as time wore on, the humans and Elves broke their alliances - and entered into wars. He told Andon of the beauty of the Golden Army, and of the foolishness of the King. And finally, he told Andon that their world was shrinking, dying to the murderous, ignorant might of the human empires. Andon would hear no more. Enemies, allies, it made no difference - the humans had always been the threat, had always been the great destroyer…of course Master Andon Xund would take up arms against them.
Prince Nuada returned the tiny golden cog to a great vault, where Andon’s creations, too beautiful to destroy, had been kept - and Andon was placed inside one of his mechanical soldiers, and sent once again to work, crafting a new army for his new Prince.
The Person Behind It All
Name: Antony
Age:21
Gender:M
RP Experience: Many years
RP Sample:
The crowds were yelling, shouting, screaming for Andon's head.
And yet Master Andon Xund he stood, stony faced and silent, showing no response as he waited for his punishment.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself, Drow? Before your fate is sealed?" The King called out over the din of the crowd.
Still he stood, silent, calm, uncaring. He made no move to acknowledge the Elven king, no motion of hate, nor fear. He simply stood, and waited for the inevitable.
"So be it!" The Elven King called out, and the room went deathly quiet.
"Andon Xund!" The King began.
"Master. Andon Xund," the dark elf corrected loudly.
The Elven King paused for a moment, his brow furrowed, and then began to speak once again.
"Andon Xund. You have been judged by a council of your peers and have been found guilty of treason to your king," The Elf King stated in a booming voice.
"I serve no King. I serve the illustrious Queen Lolth, and all her matrons, and to her, I have served no treason," Andon said calmly.
"That woman is no royalty. And you are no master. You have committed treason against the true King, and so we sentence you to imprisonment, for all your life, may it never end," The King said sternly in reply.
"So be it," Andon said, still stony faced.