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Post by littlefluffette on May 29, 2014 2:57:32 GMT
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Post by littlefluffette on May 29, 2014 3:08:12 GMT
Name: Urien Taggart
Age & Birthday: 51, November
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 5’8” ft and 367 lbs
Appearance: Urien
Abilities: Swamp Magic
Job: Potions Maker and Land owner
Class: Spell Caster
Personality: Urien is a miserable, grumpy, sour, anti-social wreck of a man who rarely smiles and tends to be in a mood best described as “angry” almost all of the time. Every little irritant will quickly set him off and if something does not start to go his way, Urien will voice his opinion about it and with little concern about who it upsets. He has a fiery temper set off by any attitude or otherwise nasty comment directed towards him, and at times if he’s really upset Urien will kick, scream and go into what is best described as a temper tantrum. To make matters worse Urien considers himself highly and tends to have a very stuck up attitude, even though he can be a major screw up who leaps into action too quickly or acts before he thinks. Despite that however, he often dismisses all critiques about himself as lies or goes right to an angry fit of screaming and shouting, telling said critic how they are wrong and he is right. If that is not enough, Urien is also very unfriendly. It takes a lot to get him to offer any compliments to others and even if he’s known someone for years he still considers them as nothing more but an acquaintance. Urien also lacks any concept of “good social actions”. Years of isolation have left him with little knowledge about how to behave in public, so he may end up doing things he really shouldn’t.
Thankfully Urien is not always this terrible. While he can screw up and often does he can feel remorse and will try to fix said problem he created, even if he still won’t admit he messes up a lot. At the same time if Urien has truly upset someone he can go from loud and obnoxious to quite tame and fearful, usually staying quiet and out of the way until everything has calmed. Urien can be bizarrely kind to those ill or in need as well, never passing by a homeless man or woman without offering some gold or a potion to help, though don’t expect him to stay long and become chummy. And, while it takes quite a lot, if someone can figure out Urien’s behaviours and knows just how to act then he can be very pleasant in return. It just requires a lot of patience and getting to know how to interact with him.
History: Urien was the son of the Swamp Witch Taggart, a wealthy landowner and rather lonely woman whose only contact with the world was the occasional guest who wandered into her marshes. On most occasions she would chase them away or simply kill those who happened upon her land, viewing many that entered her marshes as a “trespasser”. If it so happened to be a handsome male however, then she would happily invite them to stay the night, often so she could fulfil any sexual tension experienced in her loneliness. In one of her little romps with a wizard she ended up becoming pregnant with Urien, whom upon birth she both dotted on and strictly watched over. While she adored him, at last having someone willing to live with her, Urien was never allowed to leave the swamp let alone stray far from home. She was also very flippant in her behaviours, both spoiling Urien and yet calling him extremely selfish whenever he wished to do something that was not part of her agenda.
In time Urien, like many who had known Ms. Taggart, grew rather tired of her behaviour. He was starting to become an adult, and while he had developed his mother’s same distaste for social interactions, he also wanted to at least get away from her iron grasp. But every attempt to leave, even as an adult, often resulted in screams, shouts and at times a spell that forced Urien to stay. For thirty-five years this went on, Urien never leaving the swamps or experiencing any contact outside of his mother and the temporary intruder which he often killed. Then one day as he lazed about at home his mother disappeared. She had left the house to collect some ingredients for a potion and usually before dusk she would have come home, prepared dinner then proceed to work on her potions.
But on this day she had not returned home, or the day after, and so on. After a week of waiting Urien eventually went out and searched for her, wondering if she had been hurt, or killed, or ill. But he found no signs of her and never did, assuming either she was eaten up or ran off with some guy. Either way, she was finally gone and he was free at last, and what did Urien do now that he could do whatever he wanted and most importantly of all go wherever he wanted?
Why he stayed at home of course! Though he was relieved in some ways to be able to do whatever he wanted, he also had developed a very bitter outlook on the world, preferring privacy over discovering places outside his swamp. However even he at some point had to leave, and despite living alone for an extra seven years he was inevitably forced to earn some money in order to keep his land. This he did through potions making and mainly tax-collecting which he usually did every couple of months.
Likes & Dislikes:
+ Gold
+ Being right
+ Naps
+ Rainy weather
+ Privacy
+ Feasting
+ Gossiping (the only time he’s social!)
+ Playing with Seam
+ Walking at night
+ Seeing new places
- Having to pay taxes
- Being told he’s wrong
- Crowded locations
- Hot, dry weather
- Seams climbing down his shirt (she has seriously sharp claws)
- Intruders in his swamp
- Being called fat
- Having to go collect the taxes for his land (that means socialization)
- Better magic casters
- Fuufuus (those things are like pests; they get into his house, eat his stuff, run away)
Items & Tools:
- Urien owns a staff that helps amplifies his magical abilities.
Other:
- Urien owns a small serpent (who he keeps on confusing to be a pygmy dragon) by the name of Seam. Because her species are so small, she’s an acid spitter though thankfully she only does this when threatened (and mainly when Urien demands it). She also believes that Urien is her “mother”
- Urien has also recently found “another” pygmy dragon, this time a large spotted pygmy. This one is currently at his home due to its size
- Urien hates kids with a hot passion and prefers to keep his swamp all to himself, to the point where he abstains from sex just to avoid having children (and yes, he is a virgin)
- Urien is a screw up in everything else except for 2 things; first is potions making, he really knows how to make powerful little mixture. The other is Swamp Magic from making an environment into a swamp, to growing materials in swamps and so on
- Urien refuses to view himself as “fat” and always uses words like “robust”, “large”, and “vigorous” to describe his physique
- Urien owns almost all of Deahe Marsh, though mostly by name alone. He has hired workers (passed over by his mother) who create the laws and enforce order. He also has a restricted zone in the swamp where no one is allowed to enter; this is where his house is.
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Post by littlefluffette on May 29, 2014 22:40:49 GMT
[/b] Avidan Lasstholeil Age & Birthday: 88 || August 4 Gender: Male Height & Weight: 5’ 7 || 151 lbs Appearance: [[ IMG ]] Abilities: Elemental Manipulation || Plant life - can promote its growth as well as manipulate existing forms - however, if such is dead/ severed from the host [like a tree limb being cut off] it would be unresponsive to further commands. Can also draw life from plants to heal minor wounds. Earth - able to cause formations [terra reformation] to change at will though requires a lot of mental focus and energy. Able to communicate with nature || Limited to plant life. Temporary Invisibility || Can only be done in spurts and the length can vary [factors including but not limited to his own state of health at the time]. Job: Fletcher/ Clothier Class: Archer Personality: Some what of a loner, Avi tends to exhibit what one may construe as odd behaviour [surrounded by others or not]. Not exactly knowing how to ‘fit in’, he’d prefer talking to a plant than others at times - nothing personal, those were just his friends. When he does speak though, can be quite frank and unapologetic to boot. However that wasn’t to say he was without manners. Such aside, this elf has a bit of a devious - trickster sort of side. Enjoying to toy with others - in good fun of course, albeit not all can appreciate such humour had. History: Born in the Úllothon Woods, Avidan grew up primarily surrounded by his kind - it wasn’t until he turned 20 that he’d come to see his first ‘outsider’. Such a disgusting looking creature with ill-bred tendencies. It wasn’t so much as a hatred felt, but it did not much help living such a sheltered life. A world view so limited then - and in some respect such still had. For one whose primary concern was their own well being, it wasn’t surprising to see that this wood elf would strive not to involve himself with others’ trials/ problems - and yet, that was until attacks grew more frequent and started to encroach on his second home [and affected the one he grew to have affections for]. Funny how easily one could be swayed but such emotions. From time to time he’d provided aid in a few of the hunting groups - nothing of a permanent position. After all, it was never about the wealth or the satisfaction of the hunt - but about preservation of himself and what was dear. And yet - he’d come to loose the one he cared about. But instead of vowing his life in hunting such beasts - he started to sympathise with them. Likes & Dislikes: Likes || - Plants [conversing with them and their appearances] - Eating - Creating more appealing garments [to hide what he considers hideous features in certain creatures] - Playing tricks - Eavesdropping [even if the conversation has nothing to do with him] Dislikes || - Seeing harm come to nature [plants or animals] - Being interrupted - Over bearing individuals - His complexion [is often mistaken as a dark elf by those that know little of their kind] - Being too far from wooded areas [such as the forest and trees in general] - Hates when people pick flowers Items & Tools:- Bow and Arrows - Stylised Dagger - A coin purse of sorts [worn underneath his vestments] Other: Holds the belief that plants do not talk given they focus all their energies on living - or at least, only talk with wood elves because of this [being that they are attuned to such]. Also something to note and a distinguishing feature, Avidan's eye colour changes based on the time of day [appearing brighter at night]. [/ul][/font][/font] |
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