Post by vryntil on Jul 24, 2008 16:10:45 GMT -7
Basic Information
Full Name: General Vryntil Imornthi.
Age: He is ageless, like the rest of his race.
Gender: Male.
Birthday: Sometime in the human month of December.
Classification: Elf.
Abilities: He is an incredible fighter and warrior – thus gaining him the title of General in his clan – he is skilled both with weapons, and with his body in hand-to-hand combat. He is very skilled in magic as well, specifically necromancy. If properly preformed, he can bring the dead back to life, and use them to do his bidding – but that takes quite a bit of power, and he does not do it that often. He does use various smaller spell on occasion, If he needs them in battle or something of the like.
Alignment/Occupation: He is currently working with Prince Nuada – he is the General of the Morlock clan, and he and his people have formed an alliance with Nuada.
Special Skills: He is a master of persuasion – he has quite a way with words, and perhaps there is some magic behind it – but he is very good at convincing people to do what he wants them to do.
Weapons: He uses a special sword – one that is not only a sword, but also a whip. He can use it as a sword, yes, but one press of a button, and it extends into a whip – metallic and very sharp. He made it himself, and he is very proud of it. When he is not using that though, he has numerous daggers hidden inside his clothes.
The Look
Appearance: General Vryntil.
Because his people live deep underground, they are much paler than other clans of Elves might be, if that is even possible – but not only are they paler in their skin, but their hair and eyes as well. Their eyes have been adapted for living underground, they can see perfectly in the dark or at night, but in the day time… Let’s just say the sun isn’t their friend. Their eyes are very sensitive; some of their people have gone completely blind from looking at the sun.
The General is very well built for obvious reasons, and he stands rather tall as well – he looks very threatening to say the least. His hair is shoulder length and purely white – and his eyes, of course, are nearly completely white was well, though his pupils are a very light shade of blue.
Last, but not least – because of a birth defect, Vryntil’s spine is completely exposed, and rather mutated. He tries to keep it covered, but it is rater noticeable if he doesn’t have his shirt on.
Celebrity: Jeremy Irons, in the Time Machine.
Style: You will most always find him in his battle garb, but in the off moment you might catch him in robes for the purpose of casting a Necromancy spell, or if he’s resting.. Which is rare. He dresses very darkly, but his clothes are very light in weight to allow him to fight better and more accurately.
It's The Inside That Counts
Personality: When in battle, or dealing with a serious situation, Vryntil is your typical ‘military man’. He is very demanding and harsh – and you will do what he says, when he says it, or else. He isn’t afraid to dole out punishment as he sees fit, and it is best to stay out of his way if he is even the slightest bit annoyed. He has a very short temper, if you say or do one thing wrong… You better start running.
But, when he is out of battle, or it is just a ‘normal’ situation, he can be ‘nice’ if he wants to be. Of course, there is usually some sort of motive behind his actions, so if he’s being nice to you… Be suspicious. He is very eloquent and his voice is very deep and soothing in nature, and he can usually convince most everyone to do what he wants through persuasion.
Likes:
[Unique Weaponry.]
[Fighting/Battle.]
[Getting his way.]
Dislikes:
[Humans.]
[Traitors – which are mainly magical creatures who side with humans.]
[Not getting his way.]
Fears:
[The destruction of his people/losing the war with the humans.]
[Dying, simply enough.]
Weaknesses:
[His exposed spine – one well-placed hit to that, and he will go down, or worse, die.]
[His temper.]
Strengths:
[Hand-to-Hand combat.]
[The power of persuasion.]
History: Vryntil was born to a General of the Morlock army – and, of course, carried in his father’s footsteps. His mother was the sister of the Queen, which earned him a place as a Lord as well, but he didn’t want to spend all his time sitting around in a throne room, he wanted to fight! He fought alongside the Bethmoora clan, as well as others, in the war against the humans.
Now, during this war with the humans, Vryntil spent quite some time on the Bethmoora clan’s land, him and his family – the King of the Morlocks and the like – often came to discuss tactics, have feats, and the like with them. During that time, he had set his eyes on the one and only Princess Nuala. He had known her since she was very, very young – and though he was a great deal older than her, it was about time she was going to be married off, right?
He tried to talk her father, King Balor, into allowing him to marry her – but her father always denied him, said that she was too young. He attempted to confront Nuala about it as well, but she hid behind the excuse that her brother would not approve of it – which he didn’t. Vryntil and Nuada had clashed more than a few times over this situation.
When the truce with the humans was struck, though, Vryntil was not very happy with that in the least bit – and heard the rumors that Nuala had supported it – which, of course, caused him to grow angry at her for quite some time. But, when Nuada went into self-imposed exile, he forgot such a thing, and still tried to pursue Nuala’s hand in marriage.
Many years passed, and Nuala still showed no interest to him – but Vryntil is very determined. He has backed off quite a bit, but there is always a thought in the back of his mind of Nuala.
After the news came to the Morlock clan that Nuada had returned from exile, killed his father, and attempted to wage war with the humans – well, that sent nearly all the Elves into panic and dismay. Vryntil prepared his troops, just in case the war did come – but he was really hoping it did. Though, if Nuada succeeded with the Golden Army, there wouldn’t really be a point in having his troops, but… He was ready for battle none the less.
But, most unfortunately, Nuada did not succeed – but Vryntil soon heard that he was going to try again, this time with the Four Treasures of the Tuatha Dé Danann – and he has been gathering alliances with any magical creature he can. Vryntil found Nuada, and joined his cause – and is now one of his ‘right-hand’ men, even though they still don’t see eye to eye – and neither of them have forgotten about the fact that Vryntil still wants Nuala’s hand in marriage… He tries not to mention that so much around Nuada, though.
The Person Behind It All
Name: Natasha
Age: 16
Gender: Female.
RP Experience: …A lot, xD
RP Sample:
It had been only hours ago that one of his men informed him that Prince Nuada had failed to gain control of the Golden Army. What was worse - the crown to control said Army was destroyed! The General, to say the least, was not happy. But, of course, his informant didn't stop there - he proceeded to tell him that Princess Nuala, the Princess of Bethmoora, had joined forces with those responsible for all this! He could not believe his ears - and had been about to take all of his anger out on the poor Elf - when he stopped himself.
Perhaps... Perhaps he could use this to his advantage. His informant had said nothing about Nuada being killed - in fact, quite the opposite. Apparently, the rumor was that the Prince was going to try again - but this time, with the help of the Four Treasures of the Tuatha Dé Danann. Maybe the General could form some sort of a deal with the Prince... Yes, that would work out quite nicely.
Granted, he and the Prince didn't get along too well - seeing as how the General had been wanting his sister's hand in marriage for quite some time - but no doubt the Prince was angry at his sister anyways, for siding with the enemy. Vryntil was quite peeved about that as well, but... He was a master at manipulation, he would find some way to work all this to his advantage.
Ordering his informant to leave him, the General began to formulate a plan - how exactly he might turn all of this around for his own greatest advantage... Yes, this would work out quite nicely.
