Post by King Erevan on Jul 23, 2013 15:16:40 GMT
IGN (in-game username): DathanMinecraft
Character Name (first and last): Erevan Dayorath
Race: Ardanach
In-game Relations (marriages or biological relationships): None
Job/Title: Ardanach King; High Mage
Battle Class: Battle Mage
Weapon of Choice: Long sword/ Magic
Personality: Benevolent, firm, and peaceful. If provoked: Merciless, unwavering, and murderous. Don't tread on me.
Background: My story? You want to know my story? Well, sit down, this will take a while. You see, I was born under quite unusual circumstances. The night I was born, we were under attack by a rouge group of Sekvar, all of them members of a vicious cult. My father was in his throne room fighting the Shaman, the magical energies making my nurses hair stand on end. That's one thing I was always told to remember. Even if you're on the other side of the castle, and the power of the attacker is so great that you can feel it through the walls, my father would stop them. Where was I? Ah yes, my birth. Well, I was born, the rouges were defeated, though my father was quite mad that he had to miss being there with my mother. My father.... He was a great man you know. His name was Cyrus. Cyrus Dayorath. Married to Ceila Dayorath, my mother of course. As a child, my father taught me everything. He taught me how to walk, how to talk, how to fight, and even how to hunt. But on my tenth birthday I went to a Council meeting with my father. What Council? The Council of the Mages of course! He was the High Mage, just like his father was, and his father before him! The Ardanach King has been the High Mage for generations. Well, that meeting was when my father announced that he would be my teacher, instead of another Mage. He said if I was going to be High Mage, I had to learn from the best. And that's when my life really started.....
Still here? I'm not paying your tab, if that's what you want. You really want to hear more? Ok, whatever. So, well was I? Oh yeah, my training. For the next six years, my father taught me everything I needed to know. He taught me to be fair. to be firm, and to be fearless. Three years into that training, my mother died. She was attacked by bandits while she was out picking flowers. That night, I found my father in his study, drinking. He wasn't even crying. "Come have a drink son. Usually I wouldn't let you, but this is something magic can't heal." He handed me a bottle, and I apprehensively took a big swig. My vision blurred, and my father laughed. "Your face is green as the leaves on the trees! Keep drinking, it'll get better." So I did. I drank, and drank, and drank. I drank until I passed out. I woke up in my bed, a blood stained tunic draped over the foot of my bed. My father sat in a chair next to my bed. "That belonged to one of those bandits. You need to continue your training." "Training? After what just happened?" "Yes son, training. You need to keep your mind off of what happened." We couldn't even bring ourselves to say it. "We're going hunting. Go give the tunic to the dogs. We've got to hurry." I saw him smile for the first time in a while. We came back that night with everything the bandits stole from my mother. My adventures still weren't over yet though....
Character Name (first and last): Erevan Dayorath
Race: Ardanach
In-game Relations (marriages or biological relationships): None
Job/Title: Ardanach King; High Mage
Battle Class: Battle Mage
Weapon of Choice: Long sword/ Magic
Personality: Benevolent, firm, and peaceful. If provoked: Merciless, unwavering, and murderous. Don't tread on me.
Background: My story? You want to know my story? Well, sit down, this will take a while. You see, I was born under quite unusual circumstances. The night I was born, we were under attack by a rouge group of Sekvar, all of them members of a vicious cult. My father was in his throne room fighting the Shaman, the magical energies making my nurses hair stand on end. That's one thing I was always told to remember. Even if you're on the other side of the castle, and the power of the attacker is so great that you can feel it through the walls, my father would stop them. Where was I? Ah yes, my birth. Well, I was born, the rouges were defeated, though my father was quite mad that he had to miss being there with my mother. My father.... He was a great man you know. His name was Cyrus. Cyrus Dayorath. Married to Ceila Dayorath, my mother of course. As a child, my father taught me everything. He taught me how to walk, how to talk, how to fight, and even how to hunt. But on my tenth birthday I went to a Council meeting with my father. What Council? The Council of the Mages of course! He was the High Mage, just like his father was, and his father before him! The Ardanach King has been the High Mage for generations. Well, that meeting was when my father announced that he would be my teacher, instead of another Mage. He said if I was going to be High Mage, I had to learn from the best. And that's when my life really started.....
Still here? I'm not paying your tab, if that's what you want. You really want to hear more? Ok, whatever. So, well was I? Oh yeah, my training. For the next six years, my father taught me everything I needed to know. He taught me to be fair. to be firm, and to be fearless. Three years into that training, my mother died. She was attacked by bandits while she was out picking flowers. That night, I found my father in his study, drinking. He wasn't even crying. "Come have a drink son. Usually I wouldn't let you, but this is something magic can't heal." He handed me a bottle, and I apprehensively took a big swig. My vision blurred, and my father laughed. "Your face is green as the leaves on the trees! Keep drinking, it'll get better." So I did. I drank, and drank, and drank. I drank until I passed out. I woke up in my bed, a blood stained tunic draped over the foot of my bed. My father sat in a chair next to my bed. "That belonged to one of those bandits. You need to continue your training." "Training? After what just happened?" "Yes son, training. You need to keep your mind off of what happened." We couldn't even bring ourselves to say it. "We're going hunting. Go give the tunic to the dogs. We've got to hurry." I saw him smile for the first time in a while. We came back that night with everything the bandits stole from my mother. My adventures still weren't over yet though....
