Devon Akula
Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 8:51 pm
Name: Devon Akula
Age: 20
Race: Human
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 180 lbs
Description:
The ultimate tool of mischief and mayhem.
A fairly attractive being, by any races standards. Devon has light green eyes, that seem to have light gold streaks through them. At a distance, some would say hazel without further inspection. A little shorter than shoulder-length black hair pulled back into a pony-tail. He never really was one to want a tan, and seeing how he practices his craft mostly at night, he has never gotton one, leaving him with a lighter than average colored skin. He is not flamboyant in what he wears, but he doesnt hide his features. He usually has a form fitting black shirt on, with loosely bagging dark colored pants. He wears leather scouting boots that are worn from travel. Around all of this he wears a black overcoat, with many pockets inside to carry.....various things.
Posessions:
He carries a dagger, a double bladed dagger with blackened metal with an ivory pommel, with him at all times. Not that he would ever or has ever, needed it. But who knows?
And ofcourse he can't go anywhere without his smokes, weeds that are wrapped in a light paper, that when lit and enhaled, brings him a calm state of mind. No matches though, whats the point really?
He carries around an old wooden flute within his overcoat. He can play a number of tunes, and they all seem to be relaxing and tranquil to the listeners. Maybe he could use it as a conduit for his shadow powers one day?
He keeps a small amount of Bishan on him at all times, for food or mead, some more mead, and ofcourse the occasional mead.
Powers:
"There are few things that make me, well me. And keep in mind, that because I'm telling you this, your lifespan has now been increasingly shortened. I control dark magics, not all mind you. But enough to cause you to never wish you'd met me. Shadows bend to me, encasing my body in darkness, or with enough concentration i can send them through your body, with more concentration encompass your mind, until you are nothing but a comatose body laying there before me. HAHA. What's that?..Yes, yes you'll wake up, but you'll have one heck of a headache. That is, if I dont burn you into a crispy black husk while you lay there. Yes, magical fire bends to my will as well, albeit in limited forms such as a small fireball here and there. But if I put my mind to it, and am left alone to do it, I can douse you in a thin layer of flames. Maybe I'll use this new ability I've recently learned and combine them both. I know, it may not seem like much, because these are weak, but I'm learning, oh yes, there will be more. Oh, don't look so afraid, I'm not gonna do that yet. There is a story you must hear first my friend."
Weaknesses: Devon's powers are still weak, only creating large amounts of fire with immense concentration, and only being able to control a small amount of the present shadows. For more shadowpower or fire, he requires more concentration and time. On a one on one fight with a regular fighter, the battle is balanced. But when he is confronted by a more experienced spell caster, he is severely outmatched.
Devon is a fanatic of mischief, and will seek any way possible to do it. Sometimes this leads him into situations, where his charismatic nature and magic, fails him. His body might be stout and well featured, but his fighting prowess leaves much to be imagined. If you take away his abilities and his ability to talk hisself out of the situation, he won't come out unscathed.
But mostly his biggest weakness is him wanting to be immortal. He lives for the temptations in the world, and the mischief he can cause with them. And he doesn't exactly want that to end. (He also has a hatred for small fluffy animals, and obliterates them usually on sight.
History:
"Lay still my friend, and I shall tell you a story. The story of how I've become who I am today, your executioner. I wasn't always this powerful, to be honest I used to not be anything out of the ordinary, except that I was still my mischievious self. It wasn't until my twentieth birthday that I found out what I truly am. I was a cutpurse and a thief. A scavenger of the night. The night before I became what I am, a man came to me, proclaiming to be my father, ofcourse I had never known my actual father, and my mother left me to the local church in our town. No, don't worry about where, it no longer exists. No need to ask about that either.
The old man told me, that I would become the embodiment of mischief and trouble, with powers not to be reconned with. A little cliche' maybe, but that's what has happeed, so who am I to say whether he had smoked a little too much that night.
He told me of a bloodpact that his grandfather had made over a century ago. With a mischevious demon, wrought on making the world his own personal game. The powers, he said, that he controlled and that I would soon control, was the tools given to us, to make us the pawns in that game. My "father" had been weak minded and weak-willed and been driven obviously to the brink of self-destruction by these powers.
I slapped the old man, and went back to my place to hide, I needed rest that night, I had been out all night...procurring my monetary needs.
During the night, when the moon was at its highest, it happened. I awoke to heat, I felt as if i was burning inside. But not pain, more of exctasy. I tried to open my eyes, but they were already open. But everywhere I looked was dark, I climbed out of my bed, nearly toppling over with the pleasure as the heat consumed me. The table next to my bed was burning, but I couldnt see the flames. It was as if the darkness was a cloud obstructing everything, sound and sight. I went to the window, and peered out. Still nothing, nothing that i could see, and no sound to be heard. My town was destroyed, over the night. Because of my powers. Unfortuanately, I have not been able to re-create those immense powers since my "re-birth". But I am learning to control my powers.
But no one saw anything, and not a sound was made. Much of which you will soon experience. My story is over......"
Age: 20
Race: Human
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 180 lbs
Description:
The ultimate tool of mischief and mayhem.
A fairly attractive being, by any races standards. Devon has light green eyes, that seem to have light gold streaks through them. At a distance, some would say hazel without further inspection. A little shorter than shoulder-length black hair pulled back into a pony-tail. He never really was one to want a tan, and seeing how he practices his craft mostly at night, he has never gotton one, leaving him with a lighter than average colored skin. He is not flamboyant in what he wears, but he doesnt hide his features. He usually has a form fitting black shirt on, with loosely bagging dark colored pants. He wears leather scouting boots that are worn from travel. Around all of this he wears a black overcoat, with many pockets inside to carry.....various things.
Posessions:
He carries a dagger, a double bladed dagger with blackened metal with an ivory pommel, with him at all times. Not that he would ever or has ever, needed it. But who knows?
And ofcourse he can't go anywhere without his smokes, weeds that are wrapped in a light paper, that when lit and enhaled, brings him a calm state of mind. No matches though, whats the point really?
He carries around an old wooden flute within his overcoat. He can play a number of tunes, and they all seem to be relaxing and tranquil to the listeners. Maybe he could use it as a conduit for his shadow powers one day?
He keeps a small amount of Bishan on him at all times, for food or mead, some more mead, and ofcourse the occasional mead.
Powers:
"There are few things that make me, well me. And keep in mind, that because I'm telling you this, your lifespan has now been increasingly shortened. I control dark magics, not all mind you. But enough to cause you to never wish you'd met me. Shadows bend to me, encasing my body in darkness, or with enough concentration i can send them through your body, with more concentration encompass your mind, until you are nothing but a comatose body laying there before me. HAHA. What's that?..Yes, yes you'll wake up, but you'll have one heck of a headache. That is, if I dont burn you into a crispy black husk while you lay there. Yes, magical fire bends to my will as well, albeit in limited forms such as a small fireball here and there. But if I put my mind to it, and am left alone to do it, I can douse you in a thin layer of flames. Maybe I'll use this new ability I've recently learned and combine them both. I know, it may not seem like much, because these are weak, but I'm learning, oh yes, there will be more. Oh, don't look so afraid, I'm not gonna do that yet. There is a story you must hear first my friend."
Weaknesses: Devon's powers are still weak, only creating large amounts of fire with immense concentration, and only being able to control a small amount of the present shadows. For more shadowpower or fire, he requires more concentration and time. On a one on one fight with a regular fighter, the battle is balanced. But when he is confronted by a more experienced spell caster, he is severely outmatched.
Devon is a fanatic of mischief, and will seek any way possible to do it. Sometimes this leads him into situations, where his charismatic nature and magic, fails him. His body might be stout and well featured, but his fighting prowess leaves much to be imagined. If you take away his abilities and his ability to talk hisself out of the situation, he won't come out unscathed.
But mostly his biggest weakness is him wanting to be immortal. He lives for the temptations in the world, and the mischief he can cause with them. And he doesn't exactly want that to end. (He also has a hatred for small fluffy animals, and obliterates them usually on sight.
History:
"Lay still my friend, and I shall tell you a story. The story of how I've become who I am today, your executioner. I wasn't always this powerful, to be honest I used to not be anything out of the ordinary, except that I was still my mischievious self. It wasn't until my twentieth birthday that I found out what I truly am. I was a cutpurse and a thief. A scavenger of the night. The night before I became what I am, a man came to me, proclaiming to be my father, ofcourse I had never known my actual father, and my mother left me to the local church in our town. No, don't worry about where, it no longer exists. No need to ask about that either.
The old man told me, that I would become the embodiment of mischief and trouble, with powers not to be reconned with. A little cliche' maybe, but that's what has happeed, so who am I to say whether he had smoked a little too much that night.
He told me of a bloodpact that his grandfather had made over a century ago. With a mischevious demon, wrought on making the world his own personal game. The powers, he said, that he controlled and that I would soon control, was the tools given to us, to make us the pawns in that game. My "father" had been weak minded and weak-willed and been driven obviously to the brink of self-destruction by these powers.
I slapped the old man, and went back to my place to hide, I needed rest that night, I had been out all night...procurring my monetary needs.
During the night, when the moon was at its highest, it happened. I awoke to heat, I felt as if i was burning inside. But not pain, more of exctasy. I tried to open my eyes, but they were already open. But everywhere I looked was dark, I climbed out of my bed, nearly toppling over with the pleasure as the heat consumed me. The table next to my bed was burning, but I couldnt see the flames. It was as if the darkness was a cloud obstructing everything, sound and sight. I went to the window, and peered out. Still nothing, nothing that i could see, and no sound to be heard. My town was destroyed, over the night. Because of my powers. Unfortuanately, I have not been able to re-create those immense powers since my "re-birth". But I am learning to control my powers.
But no one saw anything, and not a sound was made. Much of which you will soon experience. My story is over......"