MOROHTAR, Edledhron [DONE] Aug 24, 2013 19:57:38 GMT
Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2013 19:57:38 GMT
WHO ARE YOU?
Previously known as Morohtar Lightspear, now in exile known as Edledhron Morohtar.
WHEN WERE YOU BORN? HOW OLD ARE YOU?
Unknown, born during a dark, starless, Spring night. Around 323 years old.
WHAT DO YOU DO?
WHAT ARE YOU?
WHAT ELEMENT WERE YOU GIFTED WITH?
Darkness (Replacing Light)
WHO DO YOU RESEMBLE?
HOW TALL ARE YOU?
HOW MUCH DO YOU WEIGH?
DESCRIBE YOUR HAIR FOR US!
Long, smooth and of a pale blonde color that closely resembles gold, flowing down with bangs framing his visage and going rather long, a gradient applied from the lower half until it reaches the tips.
AND YOUR EYES.
Dark tinted yet golden, they give him a rather sinister look. The iris takes most of the eye but there is a small portion of sclera that is of a golde-tinted white.
HAVE ANY SCARS? HOW DID YOU GET THEM?
- An horizontal scar across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, made as one of several markings to indicate his status as an exiled Elf along with several others that are vertical.
- Several battle and training scars along his body
ANYTHING INTERESTING ABOUT YOURSELF?
- Darkened eyes and lips
- Pointy ears
WHAT'S YOUR STYLE?
Mostly adorning leather, Morohtar sports flexible and yet sledding garments so as to provide mobility and not impair him in the slightest, much akin to a second skin so to speak. He still holds the colors and crest of his household though, still prideful of them.
WHAT ARE YOUR BEST QUALITIES?
- Relentless Will
- Physically and Mentally Strong
WHAT ARE YOUR WORST QUALITIES?
WHAT DO YOU ENJOY?
- The wind passing through the forest
- The sunset
- The sunrise
- Magical Creatures
WHAT DO YOU NOT ENJOY?
- His kind
- Being Exiled
- Honorless Fools
- Being Mocked
- Destruction of Nature
- The light
EVERYONE IS AFRAID OF SOMETHING. WHAT'S YOUR FEAR?
- Be consumed by the darkness
WHAT DO YOU HOPE TO ACCOMPLISH? GOALS?
- Either regain his status and have his exile removed, or have his revenge.
WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A PARTNER?
- Strength of Heart
- Ability To See What Lies Behind The Monster
WHAT CAN'T YOU STAND IN A PARTNER?
- Inability To Defend Oneself
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF!
Born into nobility Morohtar has very rigid and inflexible personality, emphasizing in a code of honor and loyalty, pretty much akin to knighthood. Had his past and genes been better, perhaps he could’ve been quite a knight for the elfish court, though unfortunately that did not happen. Being betrayed by his own kin, or so he sees it, he has grown a rather serious and unjoyful perspective on life, holding grudges rather close to the chest, to the point of wishing revenge upon those that have wronged him. It doesn’t really help the fact that he is quite violent and though honor does exist, he can be quite brutal while following the code upon the borderline.
He’s the kind of elf that keeps to himself, not really the social type and preferring solitude rather than to mingle among crowds. Friends just get in the way for him, the thought of trusting your back to someone just not settling right with him as he dislikes relying on others, not to mention trust as he has quite a few issues regarding that topic. It isn’t common for Morohtar to lend a helping hand nowadays, the exiled one simply not inclined to meddle in the affairs of others, that is when his code doesn’t get in the way, but even then he does what needs to be done and goes on his way, not sticking around for much else.
As a light elf that cannot use light, resorting to the dark, Morohtar actually embraced and developed a form of respect for the element, with pride wielding it and taking advantage of his affiliation with it. He refuses to feel ashamed for having been attuned to it rather than the light, as was supposed to be, for it is part of him and as such has nothing to hide or feel diminished about. Of course there is the slight, shall we say, concern, over how darkness consumes one’s mind? So he keeps it in check, though training hard as always to master it so as to not fall before the element as many before him have.
TELL ME ABOUT YOUR MOTHER.
Eleanor Lightstrike – Alive - Imprisoned
Fallon Lightspear – Dead – Executed for betrayal, though actually merely defended his son.
DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?
Evana Lightspear – Alive - Imprisoned
WHAT ABOUT PETS?
Thoron – Black Falcon
ANY IMPORTANT PEOPLE I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT?
Slycapes – Part of the extended family, they brought Morohtar’s secret to light and doomed the Lightspears.
WHAT'S YOUR STORY?
Morohtar Lightspear was born into luxury, his family one of nobility that stood beside the elfish king and queen, not to mention their family, for thousands of generations. Their kind, the high light elves, were a very strict society that still functioned under monarchy and as such, the king’s word was the law. A fine example of this was that even though they were of light, they could still harness some power from the element that contrasted it, their natural attunement to magic allowing for such a feat. But ever since the great war between elves and creature that crawled out of the darkness, the element was banished from their walls, never to be used or even thought of forever more. Those that refused such law to be past were either exiled, or, in the most extreme cases, executed for treason.
Unfortunately for Morohtar, the light wasn’t strong in him. It wasn’t that he was evil, not at all, but the element simply did not connect with. He had never shown much promise to magic, even going as far as being disastrous, rather more adapt at whatever physical tasks were given him and executing them astonishingly for such a young elf. So he invested in that attribute as was his strongest, though never willing to surrender before the obstacle that he simply wasn’t able to overcome. “A light elf that is not able to use the light is like a bird who cannot use its wings to fly”, was something he had heard constantly during his childhood, so it was to be expected that he wouldn’t simply accept that he couldn’t use it. Tutoring, practice, training sessions, tests, everything was done to him and by him to discover or unlock the power that he was supposed to have from the start, yet it never proved to be successful.
One day, as he was training spellcrafting with his father, the anger that he felt and frustration triggered a spell that was the complete opposite of the one the young one was attempting, a ball of dark energy being flung at his father when it was supposed to be of light. Fallon did not expect it, yet was able to defend himself accordingly thankfully. Morohtar was ecstatic that he had finally been able to produce a spell, but both his father and uncle, a member of the extended family that stood below in rank of the Lightspears and known as the Slycapes, were speechless and shocked of what they had witnessed. Darkness was banned, yet the boy was attuned to it despite his heritage. If this reached the ears of the court, the child would be exiled and Fallon could not have that. He forced his brother to swear that he would not breath a word of this to no one, the other complying after enough persuasion, yet he saw an opportunity here to explore.
That night was one of the longest nights of Morohtar’s life, the lectures and speeches he heard lasted through out the entire evening and dawn, ending with his parents telling him to never again tap into magic as his was for some reason unknown to the boy something serious and punishable by exile. He agreed to, but he just wanted to explore the new found power, so in secrecy he had begun to do so and after the years had gone by, Morohtar would learn to control it, though unaware of what the discovery had brought upon the Lightspears and all because of the greed for status and power of the Slycapes. They took advantage of the knowledge and broke the oath, blackmailing them. They had to give in, it was the life of their son and considering how brutal the law was, perhaps even Evana, his sister, would also be exiled just to be safe.
When reaching full maturity, in elven culture being the one hundredth year, Morohtar was an outstanding soldier in the royal guard, his physical prowess among the finest of among them, even if he seemed to be treated as a “special case” considering he showed no mastery over magic. His cousin, one of the Slycapes, aspired to be the Captain of the Royal guard and was quite astonishing when it came to magic, but paled in comparison to Morohtar in battle. But when he was considered fully matured, Morohtar was chosen as the successor instead of his cousin, breeding a lot of anger that exploded the day the passing of the mantle occurred. The two fought in a duel like never before for the right to be captain, ending with Morohtar holding a blade to the other’s neck and questioning if he would yield. Instead the other just smirked and without Morohtar expecting it, he revealed before all that the reason why he wouldn’t use the magic of light, was because he was attuned to darkness.
The court was shocked as they gazed upon the victor, noting that the darkened lips and eyes would indeed be brought by the darkness that had apparently tainted him. Morohtar was arrested on the spot, the outraged king spouting orders and offences, demanding the Lightspears to be brought before him as they had harbored a creature that should’ve never been allowed to grow. So this was what serving the court faithfully for half of his life earned him, to be cast aside and judged along with his family, to be marked as a mistake by his own kin. He would not bow or kneel before a king that would be afraid, a king that would spit and step upon him just because he was attuned to a magic that had no reason to be forbidden, all out of fear. He stood up and looked proudly at the king, claiming, though with all the respect in the world, that he had not used it upon others and would not do so, unless required.
The king took it as an offense and treasonous claim, exiling him on the spot and ordering that he’d have his mouth shut so as to not spout more poison upon his lands. Morohtar would not have that and when friends, peers, brothers in arms raised their spears, shields and swords at him, he finally felt betrayed by his own kind. He fought them back, never taking their lives and merely defending himself, although he could’ve been a bit more forgiving, showing his more relentless side and anger. When none stood but the archer that aimed at him and his father that had interrupted further harm, he finally sheathed his sword. Alas, the king himself in a blind rage picked up his bow and launched his arrow at Morohtar, cursing his name. He could’ve used his darkness to defend himself, his palm already shrouded in dark energy to deflect it, yet the arrow was stopped by his father that had blocked it with his own body. Falling upon the ground, he uttered his final words to his son before passing away, telling him to not hide, to be proud, to live.
Between tears, Morohtar rose and glared at the king, claiming that he would return to exact revenge for what he had done, to have the very king pay blood for blood as was the costume of war. The elf looked at his remaining family, his mother and sister, pleading for forgiveness before disappearing into the shadows, utilizing the dark powers he had grown to control in secrecy. But there was still much to learn and much to master. He would return to his home when the time came, when he was strong enough to oppose the disgustingly frightened king. But until then he would remain exiled, given the first name of “Edledhron”, meaning exiled and stripped of everything, every title and every privilege. He wandered the world, training, studying, acquiring knowledge about the element he was attuned to, because he would honor his father’s dying wishes.
WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
WHAT TIME ZONE ARE YOU IN?
HOW EXPERIENCED ARE YOU?
Quite a few years xD.
HAVE ANY OTHER CHARACTERS?
HOW'D YOU FIND US?
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