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 Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 12:55 am
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Age: 22
Sex: Male
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 160 lbs
Build: medium, a little thin and a little muscular.
Race: Dark Elf
Pets: Ankh, Earth elemental Nacamra
Profession: Druid
Bio: He was born in the ajuki desert. He was raised in Bel however, born in to a family of very wealthy people of power. Unlike most of the people in his home though he liked to talk. Being social in an anti social atmosphere isn’t exactly the best thing to grow around. He hated it, or the looks some people gave him as if to quietly say ‘its HIM again’. He had a few friends though after all its not like they where bad people but.. No person that wants to avoid long conversations wants a hyper little child bugging them with tons of questions all at once and to run around your heels. If you where there you would have avoided the tiny child too! When he was seven though a traveler came to the town, trying and failing to make some sales. They seemed human and somewhere in their forties. It seemed the strangers best years where behind them. Still, the curious social child spoke with the adult and with money he had been saving up bought some books from the man who made their way from the town after, seeing as clear as day all too late what a mistake it was to go out so far to only be able to sell to one person, and a child no less. When he got home his parents gave him a scolding for wasting his money earned doing chores around the house on some strangers books but didn’t really punish him. It was still books after all, and books could be good things. So they let him off the hook and he read the books from outside the town. He kept quietly in his room to himself reading and learning from these books. Reading about how horrible the world could be though made him want to do something about it. Something.. So he started on the path to become a healer. Taking the books and some from home with him at the age of only eleven he had learned all he could from the books and so left them behind as he left his home of Bel on a quest for self enlightenment. A quest to become a cleric who could heal and protect people. Traveling to many places he collected many things, books, and scrolls he studied and in many places of nature and buildings he had prayed in and meditated. Still a social and energetic person the years of traveling and getting lost in intense training or meditating he had become a little odd however and at times moves rather strange and then there’s the fact that he.. Wears chains around his arms that he says helps him concentrate and train his mind. To each their own though, right?
Additional References: He keeps quiet when his family is spoken about which can be quite often if people are talking about the wealthy crabby type of people. For some reason he has a slight addiction to pain. He earns his own way around the word and is quite good at traveling long distances with very little food and a lot of weight on his back.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 12:57 am
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-Descriptive Stats-
Hair Color/ Style: A deep blue that shimmers almost neon in some areas
Eye Color: a light seafoam green
Skin Color: a dark gray
Clothing: an outfit that once belonged to his master
Weapons: his steel chains
Jewelry: two necklaces, one having a crescent moon shaped stone given to him by his master
Markings: his family crest on his back, put there at birth so if he was ever lost or kidnapped he could be easily found.
Possessions: books, scrolls, inks, any anything else he can fit in his bags or packs. After he memorizes a book or scroll though he sells it or leaves it in the nearest town. He doesn't keep more then he can carry and so owns that much, or less.
Parents: Hanbal Betzalel and Layla Betzalel
Master: Aldous Aaldenberg
Friends: Zebidiah Vurnish, Selire Faelyle, and Liyrin Devini
Acquaintances: Alaiera, Darrian, Sael
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 12:58 am
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Abilities/Spells - Level One: Healer
-Divine Judgment- Odkloniti Sodba”
Banishes all undead in a 100 ft. radius of the Healer and damages any summoned fiends on the field.
-Fruit of Peace- “Sadje od Pokoj”
Healer conjures a fruit that, when eaten, heals the mind of mental trauma.
-Purify- “Oprati”
Healer can remove and harmful side affects on any item, beverage, or food.
-Extract Poison- “Citat Strup”
Nullifies poison in the body, is only effective if the caster knows what kind of poison is in effect.
Abilities/Spells - Level Two: Druid
-Patience Path- "Menvis"
A spell of calming, can be cast on the caster or on a target. Its effects can calm a person in a rage but cannot wipe out malicious intent... useful for wild animals and diffusing arguments. Spell lasts for 30 seconds, effects are instant.
-Nature's Fire- "Arlathil Chath"
The Druid calls fire to their fingertips, a contact spell, you must touch the target to inflict damage. Powerful but dangerous as the druid must be very close to use. Spell last until the fire has made contact with target or the druid's concentration is broken.
-Graceful Breeze- "Suliss'urn Hwesta"
A spell of healing, able to reset bones and fix torn muscle. Can sustain a dieing person for hours, though it cannot save a fatal wound.
-Form of the Savior- "Vaartur d'lil Daxunyrr"
Druid can change to the form of a spirit cub, a small cat-like creature. Cannot attack or talk in this form. Very good for stealth but is draining on the druid. Cannot stay in form longer then 1 hour... if the druid does not change back they can become stuck between realms....
-Ancient Spices- "Ze'zhuanth Pes'cisen"
Summon a spiced bread that restore magic powers when your feeling drained, has very temporary effects but can be a life saver in battle.
-Reverberate- "Mumbaro l' ul'trin"
A blast of druidic power pulses from the druid in a 10ft radius, causing those effected to become disoriented and stunned for a few seconds. If the druid focuses this spell on a single target then that focused blast can throw the target backwards 15 ft.
-Tension- "Valbyl"
The druid focuses their power unto a target causing then to become bound in place. Druid must maintain focus or the effects dissipate.
-Cower- "Calice"
Druid makes themselves appear less threatening...
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 10:04 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2009 4:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 3:58 pm
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My First Journal Entry
What should I say? I've never written in to something like this. Well once I use to live in luxury so fine that silks, silvers, golds, and beautiful priceless stones where all about in a home carved of a strange black stone and with the entire family living in the large home. They say one child raised in the family at a time and its dangerous to do any more besides that. Well they said that anyway. A family that kills the weak and is considered evil by many. Very well known for being evil and doing evil things. My parents are both liches, I have my fathers eyes, my mothers voice and the rest of my features are a mix of the both. Besides that though personality wise I think I am very different.
I travel a lot to lean so I can become a great healer, but lately I keep meeting people in Vanya. One person was Yazid, he seemed pretty nice, we had a meal together and talked but after that we parted ways. One I met after him had wings. His name was Zebidiah Vurnish and we became somewhat friends. In the end though after two days of having fun we parted our own ways. I hope to see him again.
long time after I met those two in Vanya I met two girls. One was named Liyrin and the other Selire. Selire is a sad but strong women by nature I think. Liyrin seems very shy but I'm sure somewhere in her she can be strong herself. I met them both at a festival in vanya, we had snacks then met again the next day. Searching for a girl a man in a booth said he lost.. we could not find her and ended up in something big. Liyrin had ended up lost and the girl dead. What a big mess.. how complicated.
I met two knew people from that Experience, a powerful Lich from that famous school named Keene and Zavad, the Zavad. Keene seems so charming but Zavad is someone I think I could see myself looking up to. Though hes so blunt I think thats part of his charm. Me looking up to anyone though.. Can I? And now I have a new pet, His name is Ankh and we're going to be great friends. I wonder what will happen to me next. I hope.. its something good.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 4:10 pm
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My Second Journal Entry
I met Alaiera again after having not seen her in years. I found out Helian was dead and we started to play catchup until.. Zavad came and offered to train her. In the end I left them to visit Bel with faith in my friend and that one day Helian would be avenged.
I've just become so home sick. So I traveled across the Desert with my pet Ankh and to Bel. It felt nice to be there again. It's strange but in the end this place full of dark memories hold every single shard of my dreams in its arms.
I was scared to visit my family, to see them again, but the longing was just too powerful. My fathers pale eyes, my mothers long fingers. How they sit next two each other and look so much like life sized beautiful dolls.
And you know what?
I did return home. I did get to see them again. It felt nice, really nice. The home smells nice, it has a musk to it that smells old but fresh. A nice smell that barely seems to linger. The walls of beautifully carved black stone. What kind of stone is it? It looks so amazing... Deep red curtains laced with black with patterns laced in to it that lean against the stain glass windows that all have different pictures in them. The frames made of silver and the furniture soft to the touch and so easy to fall asleep on.
The floors have beautiful dark rugs, the tables carved of stone and with small bits of stones and gold or silver laved in to the stone and making beautiful patterns and pictures. Everything looked amazing and after having been out in the world so many years I feel I can better appreciate it now. Now I am not scared of this place any longer. It is just not where I can stay forever if I want to become the best healer.
I stayed there for awhile, or let myself. Everyone seemed to act so worried, and I was very pampered. But it was the pampering that told me they where worried, and their words that whispered sweet things and wishes for me to stay. Why where they so worried? I didn't know and even if I tried to ask them why would they tell me? That's why I didn't tell them, because I knew they would not answer.
My father has long dark blue hair in a pony tail draped over one of his shoulders. It has a wave and curls as it falls. His skin is so dark and body shaped so elegantly. His eyes are a pale shade of blue that looks so much like mine. The only difference was it looked like there was something in his that mine lacked.. what do mine lack? Dressed in thick clothes of strong soft silks with silvers and precious stones woven in to them and his voice is deep but with a soft tone that rolled like velvet...
My mother also has very dark skin. Her bust isn't large nor her hips but somehow that was what gave her tall frame charm. She looks very delicate with bright green hair and icey colored green eyes. She wears no makeup but she doesn't need to. Her nails are painted a dark purple and long with points and the color slowly fades to black. She has on a thick full dress of layers and frills but with such thin fabric it looks as if the many stones on her long dress with long sleeves seem to shimmer and move like shadows with stars glittering. Her voice sounds soft and delicate and yet with a certain tone to it that made it sound rather cold and frightening. But her voice was as beautiful as her.
How they both sit together and stand together makes them almost look like dolls from such beauty. It makes me wonder how these people are real. It makes me wonder how I came from both of them.. when I could never look that amazing. Could I? They leaned with ones head always in to the others neck and shoulders. A pair of hands intertwined.. they look so amazing together... And yet I came from them.
Leaving Bel and returning to Vanya I did not regret doing it and I was happy to be there.. but at the same time I feel more then ever a want or need for a relationship like theirs. But before I left Bel I will say I visited Helians grave, and I did put.. red roses next to it. But now that's done. Now I am back in Vanya and the festival is over.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 9:25 pm
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My third Journal Entry
Things seem so noisy in the city. Things seem tense still but still there where nice moments. Liyrins alright, so is Selire. Things seem calm but at the same time they talk of entire families disappearing. Things seemed strange and I felt eager to go somewhere far like I use to before things grew more tense and made my sales suffer. I've figured out Ankhas favorite foods, likes, dislikes.. He really is good company. But something strange happened some weeks ago. I had herd of a good but small shop around the market place where you could get good quality herbs but when I arrived I had found out.. The person that ran it wasn't anything I had expected.
They where human, man with a beard and hair all covered in grays and whites. It was Aldous Aaldenberg, someone who use to be thought of as an amazing healer but vanished from the world.. really I had only read about him yet there he was. A man that didn't seem very welcoming to people, in fact seemed to avoid them. Such a person, to be trained by such a person would be an honor.. so I asked and asked and it felt like there was nothing I could do to convince him to teach me. But when i almost felt ready to give up he said he would. He also said I spoke too much and gave him a headache and he almost missed the color of my aura and that I had wonderful potential.
Which has me learn the lesson that sometimes after all its better to not talk so much. But.. I have a master! And its him! It doesn't matter if hes not mighty anymore. What matters to me is that hes still so wise and I do believe his wisdom can show me the right way to get to the path I have been aiming for for so long. So he begun to teach me and I stayed at his home with him. Every time I tensed up he grabbed me up and didn't let go until I slowed down. Something important I learned was.. the more I tensed the more I tried to work myself the harder it became to look back at the important details. Sure I learned things faster but I didn't let things sink in. If they don't sink in even if you read it and memorized it you can't really put it in to practice.
I thought being thought would lead to me getting hit at some point but instead he used patience and affection. They're a really nice person with a strange way of teaching but I understand it, I think. While I still use chains for fighting I learned to not hate myself and to not use them against myself. In the end it was why I used it after all, satisfaction in my own self destruction. Inside was I really so dark in some places? Yes, but that's alright. I've learned to not hurt myself and to try to learn to love myself more and avoid getting hurt more. But the last part of the lesson hasn't fully sunk in yet, not quite. If people attack me, I need to attack them back. I know that but hes saying to not hesitate. How can I? Well, though I have become better and stronger and have learned a lot from him I still have a long way to go so I suppose I might see it his way on that one day.
He gave me an outfit he use to wear when he was young. Its soft, and nice. He gave me a necklace too, because he said my aura and personality is much like a moon covered in bright pale blue light. Why? I'm not sure. I always saw myself as a sun, annoyingly bright! But maybe one day I might know what hes talking about. The way he puts things makes me wonder if he understands me at all or if he sees far deeper in to myself then I do? I think he might see that deep but that idea is kind of frightening... But now I'm a druid. I don't have everything perfect yet but I'm sure all I need is practice.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 6:09 pm
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My Fourth Journal Entry
Who would have thought this would have happened?! On one of my times stopping through Vanya I end up getting myself caught up in something and before I know it walls are up and I'm trapped in! So much has happened. It's been three years, undead are all over the streets at night. The inn I used to say at may still be standing but is closed. I'm not even sure anyone that used to work there are alive anymore! It feels as if the world has gone mad, its very hard surviving here. But my and Ankh do alright somehow. This world had gone crazy. No, I can't say that. The only part of the world I have seen in three years is this city. I am anxious, and usually looking for any sort of food I can get. Despite it all I still believe in a light and good being everywhere. I believe, even though I'm not sure how long I will live. Every night is a guess really. I miss traveling Ajuki desert, and wonder what state Bel is in. Is my family alright? I'm so worried about them.. It would hurt me more then anything else could if I lost them. My family may be looked at as evil, to do evil unspeakable things, to be dark heartless people.. but They are my family. They are those I love. Even if by some weird twist of faith they lost all their large amounts of wealth I would still love them. I wonder each day if Bel is going through similar things.. but those walls! Maybe I shouldn't worry so much.. Maybe asking wouldn't hurt.. But when I look around the streets I wonder how many people left here are sane and it makes me reluctant to ask anything I don't need to. I feel like my chest is stuffy from holding so many feelings, questions and thoughts inside. Maybe writing it all down will help. That's why I'm finally using my journal again! Well, I suppose that's obvious though. Will I ever see all the cities I've traveled to ever again? Will I see all the lands again? Will I be able to collect herbs and plants again? I want to.. I have long since run out of my supplies I had brought with me three years ago. All I have is my books, my journal, my pack, my chains, and the clothes on me that my master had given me. You know how happy I am that I actually learned Divine Judgment, Tension, and Reverberate? Those are coming pretty handy, though by dawn I'm so exhausted every time. But at least I have a place I sleep at day that so far seems safe enough to sleep in. If it proves to me otherwise though then I'm not sure what I'll do! I need those good long hours of sleep. Being sane doesn't ensure your safety after all. Well, here's hoping I don't get killed!
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 2:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 6:39 pm
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My Sixth Journal Entry
What a disgustingly horrible day. All those nightmares every night for most of my life. I had never imagined I would hear the voice again past nightmares. That person didn't lay a finger on me this time, not like before. He didn't put anything on me, or in me, though his actions have created waves and ripples. My mind and heart feels as if it is steeped in rising waters and with every inch the water gains it gets harder to think and breathe. I don't want that, how will I function this way?
I'm such a split person covered in so many layers in each personality. Both shift so easily from one to the other, too easily. I don't understand myself anymore, I haven't ever since the time I was kidnapped. I wonder what that person did to Helian before he killed her. Many times I herd about the story of Uncle Zephs only child. When uncle was the leader of the Betzalel family a few hundred years ago he had a daughter and wife, neither knew how to fight.
I was only told they where killed and by who but not how or why.. but I could understand why they wouldn't tell me those details.After they died for days he clung to the dead corpse of his daughter and attacked anyone who went near with a look of madness on his face. Though that was hundreds of years ago, such an amazingly long time ago.. He has still never uttered a single word since. Supposedly before the incident my father and uncle looked identical outside of clothes and different weapons. It's hard to imagine them looking identical though.
One side of uncles face is covered in scars, his clothes cover most of him, even part of his face. Though he is gentle towards me I have never even seen his entire face.. He is always wearing metallic clothes, yet he moves so fluidly in them like they're weightless cotton fabric.His hair is not long like fathers, but short and spiked. I wonder if how he felt when he lost high daughter was anything like how it felt like to see my father and mother dead. It felt as if I had slipped in to madness, no. It wasn't that it felt that way, but it was that way. I had slipped in to madness but Ankh had purposely brought me back.
I want to kick, to scream, to tear my throat open for my lack of ability or knowing that they where killed three years ago. That I couldn't free my own parents, that in the end I could never help them. They looked amazing, both of them. They had been lichs for so long, and powerful for so long, elegant, wise.. and both with a bond so deep that their magic binded in to both of them, and they could cast spells together as if one person was doing a mighty spell. I will never be as strong or wise or amazing as either of them, and fail as a son, as a person, as anything worth something. Yet I know that if I took my life Ankh would probably loose his will to live, because he had become so attached to me.
I feel so trapped, caged by myself, by my own limits. Still, my fathers will, what he said in it reminded me that I can still grow. Though there is no bringing back my parents, or my cousin Youlin the least I can do is to keep trying my best to reach for the future. One day I will be something good enough to actually help people, wont I? I want to help people, to heal people, to do something, anything to bring light in to the ever darkening world. For now I have my hands full just trying to not kill myself and not going mad though.. It feels like my mind and heart are balancing on a very deadly and thin ledge right now..
My father had a lot of pictures of me.. and the book Keene is letting me read is amazing. I hope that I never become like uncle Zeph, or like everyone else in my family that has seemingly given up all hope. No, I'll never be that way ever. There is always light, always. It's just the darker it becomes, the harder it is to find it, but the light is always there and always with its same strong glow..
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