Post by Marcus Alacritous on Nov 13, 2007 1:24:44 GMT -5
Name: Marcus Alacritous
Nickname: Marcus
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Race: Elyos
Alignment: Neutral
Occupation: Knight
Personality: Serious to an extent, but docile beyond.
History: The Elyos are one of the central races embroiled in Aion’s endless struggle for power. Although they bear similarities to what we would refer to as angels, the background and history behind the Elyos is fundamentally different. Sharing the same origins with the Asmodians, the Elyos evolved into their current form, now prevalent as the superior race in Aion.
In the beginning, the Elyos and Asmodians were both a part of a sacred race in charge of protecting the Tower of Eternity. During the Millennium Wars the protectors were divided into two factions. Following the tragic destruction of the Tower, the two sides turned on one another, each blaming the other for the Tower’s demise, and they became bitter enemies… The two races are now sworn to eternal retribution, consumed by a burning hatred and desire to exact their revenge.
On one hand, the Elyos can be comforting, with a warm, friendly manner. Against foes however, no such trace of warmth or benevolence can be found. Beneath their beautiful, angelic wings, they carry great strength that belies their graceful facade.
Appearance
Cloths: To be described in picture.
Distinguishing Features: None.
Picture:Marcus
Magic: Light
Weakness: Dark
Sample Post: Intangible forces; the living, the dead. A combination of the realms flooded from pores, fathoming into a tangible body. Being projected from the flesh of Shen to create the secondary life. Azure hues spasmed from within' empty cavaties. Extending hands molded into claws, stretching out for the line of horizon. Violet tendrils dripped from their epicenters, disintegrating the earth on contact. Violence uproared in the body, exploding into a certain controlled rage. Arrancar skin -- The invincible armor, the unseen devastator. On contact, his torso would only flex, stopping the blade dead on contact. Psionics - Electric pulses drained from his flesh, reaching through the katana of his apprentice. Immediately hindering the young boys nervous system, shutting it down without a second thought. Kinetic energy; the material that brought things to life and gave them action. A hum would emit from the blade dangling to Shen's left. Releasing the Katana from the sheathe, it too would explode with a certain scarlet aura. Draining the realm of all moving or living energy. The poor Apprentice would be left nothing more than a pile of flesh. Unable to move due to the oblideration of his nervous system and shutdown of the electric currents in his body. Inevitably shutting down the use of his brain. Pushing the scarlet enhanced blade outwards, he'd just barely graze it over the jugular of Tsura. Blood spewing into the air in a display of gore. On contact, Psionic pulses would become apparent once again. This time attacking the cerebrum of his brain. Snapping it clean in half. All breathing would cease and the boy would be dead.
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Nickname: Marcus
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Race: Elyos
Alignment: Neutral
Occupation: Knight
Personality: Serious to an extent, but docile beyond.
History: The Elyos are one of the central races embroiled in Aion’s endless struggle for power. Although they bear similarities to what we would refer to as angels, the background and history behind the Elyos is fundamentally different. Sharing the same origins with the Asmodians, the Elyos evolved into their current form, now prevalent as the superior race in Aion.
In the beginning, the Elyos and Asmodians were both a part of a sacred race in charge of protecting the Tower of Eternity. During the Millennium Wars the protectors were divided into two factions. Following the tragic destruction of the Tower, the two sides turned on one another, each blaming the other for the Tower’s demise, and they became bitter enemies… The two races are now sworn to eternal retribution, consumed by a burning hatred and desire to exact their revenge.
On one hand, the Elyos can be comforting, with a warm, friendly manner. Against foes however, no such trace of warmth or benevolence can be found. Beneath their beautiful, angelic wings, they carry great strength that belies their graceful facade.
Appearance
Cloths: To be described in picture.
Distinguishing Features: None.
Picture:Marcus
Magic: Light
Weakness: Dark
Sample Post: Intangible forces; the living, the dead. A combination of the realms flooded from pores, fathoming into a tangible body. Being projected from the flesh of Shen to create the secondary life. Azure hues spasmed from within' empty cavaties. Extending hands molded into claws, stretching out for the line of horizon. Violet tendrils dripped from their epicenters, disintegrating the earth on contact. Violence uproared in the body, exploding into a certain controlled rage. Arrancar skin -- The invincible armor, the unseen devastator. On contact, his torso would only flex, stopping the blade dead on contact. Psionics - Electric pulses drained from his flesh, reaching through the katana of his apprentice. Immediately hindering the young boys nervous system, shutting it down without a second thought. Kinetic energy; the material that brought things to life and gave them action. A hum would emit from the blade dangling to Shen's left. Releasing the Katana from the sheathe, it too would explode with a certain scarlet aura. Draining the realm of all moving or living energy. The poor Apprentice would be left nothing more than a pile of flesh. Unable to move due to the oblideration of his nervous system and shutdown of the electric currents in his body. Inevitably shutting down the use of his brain. Pushing the scarlet enhanced blade outwards, he'd just barely graze it over the jugular of Tsura. Blood spewing into the air in a display of gore. On contact, Psionic pulses would become apparent once again. This time attacking the cerebrum of his brain. Snapping it clean in half. All breathing would cease and the boy would be dead.
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