Post by Elashiel on Jul 25, 2005 19:42:02 GMT -5
Name: Elashiel Mavrick
Race: human/gnome
Age: 55, but looks something like in his mid to early twenties.
Sign: Taurus
Sex: MALE! of the... MALE type.... meow, baby. *makes a pawing motion*
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 150lbs
Skin Tone: medium tan
Nationality: Southern region... that's all he'll say.
Physical Description:
Elashiel is by no means hard on the eyes... it's just the fact he looks slightly deranged when you see him coming. He's got a know-it-all smirk almost at all times, and a smart ass attitude that snaps out at any given moment. His very very expressive, and doesn't hold back what he's feeling at all. He's sort of lean, but well built and attractive, with a definite 'manly' look to him... when he isn't bawling his eyes out over something. The one thing that stands out the MOST about him is the fact that he's... short. Plain and simple. Good looks get you nothing if the women are too busy laughing at your height.
Notable Scars, Tattoos, Markings/Features:
his left ear is riddled with piercings, while the right seems to merely have one loop on the bottom of his lobe. He has a large tattoo on the back of his left shoulder of an anvil and hammer.
Skills:
Elashiel is a blacksmith. He is an excellent one at that, and his hammer is a hardened tool of his trade made by dwarves of excellent smithing ability. Elashiel can smash things. Very. Very. Well.
Specific Power(s):
Stone Skin: There's a reason Elashiel doesn't wear much armor... he doesn't need it. He calls upon the earth element upon his own body and it will shape itself into rock-like hardness. The problem is, with all rock, they are strong but have their weak points certainly if you manage to hit one just right and cause him to crack.
Enchanted Wedding Band: That's right, the woman from hell placed a curse on the wedding band he can't remove... and now every woman who touches him or vise versa turns into a cat. Thankfully it's only temporary and lasts about an hour, but it'll kill any straight sex life.
Earth Shaker: He commands the ground beneath him through pounding his feet on the ground. The harder he focuses his energy into the ground when he steps into the earth, the larger the quake he causes. The quake goes directly in front of where his toes are pointing, the intensity growing the further away it spans. So obviously the closer you stand to him, the less shaking you go through ^^' doesn't save you much from his big hammer though.
Stone Breaker: He can send vibrations through stones with his hands, causing them to shatter.
Magnetism: Metals are part of the element of earth, and as such he can create a magnetic effect on any metal he so wishes.
Weapon(s):
His trusty smithing hammer he calls Ragnarok, and earth elemental magics. Ragnarok is a mithril weapon, the hardest metal substance known to Illiria. The head of the hammer is about a foot long, and the pick is as sharp and piercing as a diamond, and the rounded end is about 5 inches in diameter. The handle is thin and easy to grasp.
Special Equipment:
His 'To Kill' list of people who've pissed him off... a small silver bracelet on his wrist that apparently is a memento of his deceased sister. And a wedding band he can't seem to remove unless he cuts off his finger
... he's not ready to go THAT far yet though. He'll settle for running like hell from that She-Beast who was spawned in the depths of the Umbra.
Personality:
A few fries short of a happy meal. A sandwich short of a picnic basket. Couple screws loose. However you put it, he's definitely 'off' in the head and he seems quite content where he is as far as his mental state. He's embraced the fact he's not quite the most 'stable' person in the lands, and doesn't give a hoo-ha what anyone has to say or think of it. Besides, if he doesn't like what you say, he'll just smash his hammer through your face. He has a short temper, and an ego that's easy to injure. Like a gnome, he's a vengeful sort, and if you get on his 'bad' list he won't soon forget your 'debt' to him. Ohhhhh no.
History:
Where to begin in the story of this young elemental half breed? Ahhhh well, how about when it's actually important? Born and raised somewhere in the southern region in a place that Elashiel discloses to no one, he was taught from an extremely young age the arts of the blacksmith. His human mother had so much hope for the lad, that he might make her proud, and indeed, he did well while his little sister Pheobe was around... until she died at a young age from a crippling disease. Then it was like his personality did a complete 180 and he took upon many negative aspects from both of his bloodlines. Vengeful, quick to anger, spiteful, sadistic, we could go on and on but why don't you just read his personality, mmkay?
Anyways, he's a handsome boy! But looks did him no good when the girls were too busy tittering over how short he was. Nothing to piss off a guy like making cracks about his 'size'. Whatever. He just ignored them (as best as he could) then would smash their little cottages to pieces while they slept. Everyone thought it was some horrible beast but nah... it was Elashiel. YOU CAN'T PROVE IT THOUGH! NONE OF YOU CAN!!! HA HA HA ...ha... *cough* sorry, I'm digressing now aren't I?
Anyways, blacksmithing was an... interesting and sort of lucrative way to get by but well... to be honest, he wanted to get out of the rut he seemed stuck in perpetually. Life was getting no where interesting and fast. That was until that bombshell of a lass Chell walked into his shop one day, trailing another young looking man (who godsDAMNit was taller than him! How DARE she bring a boy who was taller than him in his presence?!) whom she introduced to him as Ethan. Little did he know, Ethan would be a friend... a twisted sick minded psycho of a friend. Just the kind he needed. It was like putting sugar and caffeine together. BOOM.
Working on several jobs for miss Chell he realized that this woman was just as twisted and jacked in the head as he and Ethan... only not in the fun way he liked. Just as he was getting to think he should possibly... just maybe get out of the thieving business with this woman BAM! It was like a bad run in a fantasy Vegas. Drunk and married by some hill-billy looking priest missing one of his front teeth with a horrible speech impediment. To this day, he still has the impulsive need to crack the skull of anyone who has an Elmer Fudd-ish accent.
And let me tell you... waking up to that nut-job butt naked in a cheap 10 copper hotel would scare the piss out of any man.
Running for his sweet little life, he managed to find Ethan, and in a deal of 'we both need something so lets work together because two psychotic minds are better than one!' sort of logic, they have JOINED FORCES, and now stand against the ODDS of everything good, holy and pure, ready to smash it to smithereens if it'll get them the hell away from that dragon woman from the pits of hell. Unfortunately it turns out the wedding ring was ENCHANTED of all bloody things and any woman who touches him turns into... a cat. It was Chell's way of making sure her 'husband' remained 'faithful'. BAH! WOMEN!
Anything Else:
Elashiel: "I'm NOT OBSESSIVE! ... *eye twitch* .... Are you looking at me funny? ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME FUNNY?! I'M NOT CRAZY!!! HE IS! *points at Ethan* .... my mother didn't hug me as a child.... *sobs*"
Ethan: "At least I didn't marry a sadistic PSYCHO!!!" *Ethan points at Chell*
Elashiel: "She FORCED ME! Got me drunk even! My innocence... TAINTED by that wicked minion of temptation... *weeps*”
Ethan: "*pats Elashiel on the head* It'll be okay... we'll add her to the hit list... we do have a hit list, right?"
Elashiel: *pulls out kill bill-esque list* “Mmhmm... we’ve got... ‘Any Man Who’s Touched Symph’... we’ve got... ‘The Guy Who Stole Ethan’s Belt’ ... and... ‘Richard Simmons’...” *scribbles in chell*
Ethan: "The guy who stole my belt.... who stole my.... WHAT!?" *searches himself* "What the HELL is going on!?" *grabs list and underlines the guy who stole his belt several hundred times*
Race: human/gnome
Age: 55, but looks something like in his mid to early twenties.
Sign: Taurus
Sex: MALE! of the... MALE type.... meow, baby. *makes a pawing motion*
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 150lbs
Skin Tone: medium tan
Nationality: Southern region... that's all he'll say.
Physical Description:
Elashiel is by no means hard on the eyes... it's just the fact he looks slightly deranged when you see him coming. He's got a know-it-all smirk almost at all times, and a smart ass attitude that snaps out at any given moment. His very very expressive, and doesn't hold back what he's feeling at all. He's sort of lean, but well built and attractive, with a definite 'manly' look to him... when he isn't bawling his eyes out over something. The one thing that stands out the MOST about him is the fact that he's... short. Plain and simple. Good looks get you nothing if the women are too busy laughing at your height.
Notable Scars, Tattoos, Markings/Features:
his left ear is riddled with piercings, while the right seems to merely have one loop on the bottom of his lobe. He has a large tattoo on the back of his left shoulder of an anvil and hammer.
Skills:
Elashiel is a blacksmith. He is an excellent one at that, and his hammer is a hardened tool of his trade made by dwarves of excellent smithing ability. Elashiel can smash things. Very. Very. Well.
Specific Power(s):
Stone Skin: There's a reason Elashiel doesn't wear much armor... he doesn't need it. He calls upon the earth element upon his own body and it will shape itself into rock-like hardness. The problem is, with all rock, they are strong but have their weak points certainly if you manage to hit one just right and cause him to crack.
Enchanted Wedding Band: That's right, the woman from hell placed a curse on the wedding band he can't remove... and now every woman who touches him or vise versa turns into a cat. Thankfully it's only temporary and lasts about an hour, but it'll kill any straight sex life.
Earth Shaker: He commands the ground beneath him through pounding his feet on the ground. The harder he focuses his energy into the ground when he steps into the earth, the larger the quake he causes. The quake goes directly in front of where his toes are pointing, the intensity growing the further away it spans. So obviously the closer you stand to him, the less shaking you go through ^^' doesn't save you much from his big hammer though.
Stone Breaker: He can send vibrations through stones with his hands, causing them to shatter.
Magnetism: Metals are part of the element of earth, and as such he can create a magnetic effect on any metal he so wishes.
Weapon(s):
His trusty smithing hammer he calls Ragnarok, and earth elemental magics. Ragnarok is a mithril weapon, the hardest metal substance known to Illiria. The head of the hammer is about a foot long, and the pick is as sharp and piercing as a diamond, and the rounded end is about 5 inches in diameter. The handle is thin and easy to grasp.
Special Equipment:
His 'To Kill' list of people who've pissed him off... a small silver bracelet on his wrist that apparently is a memento of his deceased sister. And a wedding band he can't seem to remove unless he cuts off his finger
... he's not ready to go THAT far yet though. He'll settle for running like hell from that She-Beast who was spawned in the depths of the Umbra. Personality:
A few fries short of a happy meal. A sandwich short of a picnic basket. Couple screws loose. However you put it, he's definitely 'off' in the head and he seems quite content where he is as far as his mental state. He's embraced the fact he's not quite the most 'stable' person in the lands, and doesn't give a hoo-ha what anyone has to say or think of it. Besides, if he doesn't like what you say, he'll just smash his hammer through your face. He has a short temper, and an ego that's easy to injure. Like a gnome, he's a vengeful sort, and if you get on his 'bad' list he won't soon forget your 'debt' to him. Ohhhhh no.
History:
Where to begin in the story of this young elemental half breed? Ahhhh well, how about when it's actually important? Born and raised somewhere in the southern region in a place that Elashiel discloses to no one, he was taught from an extremely young age the arts of the blacksmith. His human mother had so much hope for the lad, that he might make her proud, and indeed, he did well while his little sister Pheobe was around... until she died at a young age from a crippling disease. Then it was like his personality did a complete 180 and he took upon many negative aspects from both of his bloodlines. Vengeful, quick to anger, spiteful, sadistic, we could go on and on but why don't you just read his personality, mmkay?
Anyways, he's a handsome boy! But looks did him no good when the girls were too busy tittering over how short he was. Nothing to piss off a guy like making cracks about his 'size'. Whatever. He just ignored them (as best as he could) then would smash their little cottages to pieces while they slept. Everyone thought it was some horrible beast but nah... it was Elashiel. YOU CAN'T PROVE IT THOUGH! NONE OF YOU CAN!!! HA HA HA ...ha... *cough* sorry, I'm digressing now aren't I?
Anyways, blacksmithing was an... interesting and sort of lucrative way to get by but well... to be honest, he wanted to get out of the rut he seemed stuck in perpetually. Life was getting no where interesting and fast. That was until that bombshell of a lass Chell walked into his shop one day, trailing another young looking man (who godsDAMNit was taller than him! How DARE she bring a boy who was taller than him in his presence?!) whom she introduced to him as Ethan. Little did he know, Ethan would be a friend... a twisted sick minded psycho of a friend. Just the kind he needed. It was like putting sugar and caffeine together. BOOM.
Working on several jobs for miss Chell he realized that this woman was just as twisted and jacked in the head as he and Ethan... only not in the fun way he liked. Just as he was getting to think he should possibly... just maybe get out of the thieving business with this woman BAM! It was like a bad run in a fantasy Vegas. Drunk and married by some hill-billy looking priest missing one of his front teeth with a horrible speech impediment. To this day, he still has the impulsive need to crack the skull of anyone who has an Elmer Fudd-ish accent.
And let me tell you... waking up to that nut-job butt naked in a cheap 10 copper hotel would scare the piss out of any man.
Running for his sweet little life, he managed to find Ethan, and in a deal of 'we both need something so lets work together because two psychotic minds are better than one!' sort of logic, they have JOINED FORCES, and now stand against the ODDS of everything good, holy and pure, ready to smash it to smithereens if it'll get them the hell away from that dragon woman from the pits of hell. Unfortunately it turns out the wedding ring was ENCHANTED of all bloody things and any woman who touches him turns into... a cat. It was Chell's way of making sure her 'husband' remained 'faithful'. BAH! WOMEN!
Anything Else:
Elashiel: "I'm NOT OBSESSIVE! ... *eye twitch* .... Are you looking at me funny? ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME FUNNY?! I'M NOT CRAZY!!! HE IS! *points at Ethan* .... my mother didn't hug me as a child.... *sobs*"
Ethan: "At least I didn't marry a sadistic PSYCHO!!!" *Ethan points at Chell*
Elashiel: "She FORCED ME! Got me drunk even! My innocence... TAINTED by that wicked minion of temptation... *weeps*”
Ethan: "*pats Elashiel on the head* It'll be okay... we'll add her to the hit list... we do have a hit list, right?"
Elashiel: *pulls out kill bill-esque list* “Mmhmm... we’ve got... ‘Any Man Who’s Touched Symph’... we’ve got... ‘The Guy Who Stole Ethan’s Belt’ ... and... ‘Richard Simmons’...” *scribbles in chell*
Ethan: "The guy who stole my belt.... who stole my.... WHAT!?" *searches himself* "What the HELL is going on!?" *grabs list and underlines the guy who stole his belt several hundred times*