Angel Macleod
Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 3:12 am
Okay, here we go...
Name: Angel Macleod
Age: on the young side of 30 (to a human, he looks to be about 19)
Race: Half-Elf
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 145 lbs.
Physical Description:
Angel is somewhat short and slim with some muscle on him. His skin is slightly pale, despite numerous years of traveling under the sun. His short, pointed ears and somewhat slender face clearly mark out his race as a half-elf, and his smile seems so warm and gentle. His long hair reaches down to his ankles and is a pure white. A noteable feature about his body (though rarely seen by anybody but himself) are the numerous bright red scars all over it (save for his head). These scars are testaments to an event that changed his life forever (see History, below).
The most distinguishing features about Angel's face are his different-colored eyes; his left eye is a sparkling, golden yellow, and his right eye is a piercing, bright turquoise. When he is content, his eyes seem to flicker with tranquility. When he is curious, they are alight with question. When he is sad and in tears, they seem hauntingly empty. When he is enraged, they take on a burning glare that seems to pierce the soul (metaphorically speaking) and induce fear. (On a side note, his father's side of the family had contrasting eyes).
Posessions:
Angel is typically seen wearing a long coat made of a durable yet comfortable white material. The coat has six hidden pockets on the inside, some of which carry the tools of his trade, such as lockpicks. He also carries about six small satchels made of a burlap-like material (one of which is his money satchel) within the coat. The coat is worn over a simple, black sleeveless shirt, loose black breeches, and black adventuring boots. He has no weapons on him whatsoever.
Powers/Strengths:
Angel has the ability to generate and manipulate light magic in the palms of his hands. He can mold this light into solid weapons, which include (and are limited to) a sword (up to a 5-foot length), a whip (up to a 20-foot length), and a shield (up to 2 feet in diameter). They can be in any shape or form, just as long as they don't exceed the aforementioned size limits, and function just like normal weapons. His preferred choice is a blade of about 3-1/2 feet in length and has a slight curve to its edge. Because of this, Angel fares better at melee combat. He also has the dexterity and grace of a thief (though it's not better than the elves').
In terms of morale, he is benevolent, kind, witty, and relaxed most of the time. When pursuing a goal, however, he can be focused and relentless. He hates racism and discrimination of all kinds, and holds a firm belief that everyone has a right to live, no matter who or what they are. He follows a code of thievery: plunder the most fortunate to give to those less fortunate so that a balance can be maintained. He is a moderately skilled thief who still has a very long way to go before he becomes the most skilled.
Weaknesses:
Angel is utterly horrible in ranged combat, and he cannot take heavy blows very well. Also, his light weapons have no weight, and therefore lack the power to deliver crushing blows. Also, should his weapons leave his control, they dissapate immediately, leaving him vulnerable. He can also lose his balance in combat at one point or another.
In terms of morale, it seems that every day, Angel gets himself into some sort of trouble, intentionally or accidentally, whether he's stealing or not, and there's a small probability that he can talk his way out of it. He can be shy when talking to a woman. His idealology of thievery may make him a hypocrite in the eyes of some people. He is also somewhat naïve.
History:
When he was an infant, Angel's parents were lynched by government officials in a region southwest of Marn, for the region placed a law banning the marriage between human and elf. Whoever had half-elven children were to be sentenced to death, and the child was to be sold into slavery, and work without pay until the day he/she dies. This law had been in place ever since an evil half-elven archmage who devastated the region was put to death. Since then, half-elves were considered "dirty-blooded and impure", bound for troubling the entire region. The most "humane" way to deal with this was to segregate the elves from the humans, and put whatever half-elves they could find into slavery.
The fate seemed inevitable to Angel, who, as an infant, was naturally unaware of that fact. However, before he was able to meet that fate, he was whisked away by a member of a clan of half-elven thieves, and was never seen by the officials again.
The clan, called the Phoenix Clan and founded by an experienced thief named Torithius Creed, was a band of half-elven thieves who worked in the shadows of the region. The clan had two goals: give money to the poor in order to create balance, and to prove that half-elves are as equal as everyone else is. The first was quite successful because their code of thievery was quite simple: steal from the more fortunate, give 2/3 of it to the less fortunate, and keep the rest to themselves. The second, though a minimal success, was fruitful; they managed to convince a ninth of the region that half-elves are good people as well.
For the next eighteen years, Angel grew up with the thieves and learned the many methods of their trade. He got to like everyone there, especially Torithius, who was like a father to him.
At the age of twelve, he realized that he could generate light magic with a simple hand motion. But at the time, he could only use it to light up dark places, and the light was erratic, fazing in and out. Over time, however, he learned to control the light to his will to the point where he can create a bright flash for quick getaways.
Around that same year, a half-elf girl by the name of Aerynn Naria was introduced into the clan. Bronze-haired, copper-tan-skinned, green-eyed, and around Angel's age, Aerynn gave Angel trouble from the day they met, and Angel gave trouble back to Aerynn. It was decided by the clan that they be kept separate until further notice.
When they were both thirteen, however, on one of the clan's adventures, Angel and Aerynn were captured by humans and tossed into a slave caravan with other half-elves. The two were horribly frightened, but were sure that they would be rescued by the clan.
On one stop, the humans let out a small half-elf girl, no older than six or seven, out of the cage to do a simple task. The girl couldn't do it; she was too scared to move. Then one of the humans brutally murdered the defenseless girl. Angel and Aerynn were so traumatized by that event that they had begun to lose hope. Then that same human who killed the girl forcefully took Aerynn out. But Angel wouldn't allow it; he temporarily blinded the human with his light and knocked him out cold. Angel and Aerynn attempted to escape, but they were surrounded by at least a dozen humans, all with swords drawn, anger, hatred, and fury in their eyes. Angel and Aerynn thought this was it for them...but the Phoenix Clan jumped out in ambush and, after a brief battle, defeated the human slavers and set all of the imprisoned half-elves free. Then, satisfied with the results, the entire clan headed home.
Since that time, there had been a growing connection between Angel and Aerynn, and they grew more and more friendly towards each other, although there is still the occasional scuffle between the two. Though the two never admitted it until much later, Aerynn was secretly in love with Angel, and Angel was secretly in love with Aerynn.
At fourteen, Angel was told by Torithius of his true parents, the fate that befell them, and the reason why half-elves were so hated in this region. Angel was shocked at that revelation; so shocked that he spent two days thinking things through. After those two days, he vowed to make the region a better place for everyone to live in...a place where half-elves can live freely.
When Angel turned sixteen, on a night lit by the full moon, he confessed his love to Aerynn. And, to his amazement and relief, Aerynn did the same. They kissed for the first time, and a loving bond had been established between the two. On his seventeenth birthday, Angel received a white coat from Aerynn as another sign of love. That night, they vowed to be together forever.
But that was not to be...
When he was eighteen, there came an attack on the clan. Led by Baron Jahan, his men slaughtered everyone in the clan by means of mysterious blades that left numerous scars all over the victim's body. Everyone died...except for Angel, who, miraculously, stood up, despite the numerous wounds all over his body. Rage filled his mind and clouded his reason. The only family he knew...and the only one he loved...had been killed...all because of the damned judgement on half-elves based on the actions of just one of their kind. As the baron and his men were leaving, Angel, for the first time, molded a blade no bigger than a dagger out of light, charged forth, and stabbed the baron in the back, killing him instantly. As the dagger dissapated and as the baron fell, Angel was assaulted again. But before the men could do much more to Angel, he made a flash so bright that the baron's men were permanently blinded. Then, in even more rage, Angel unknowingly fashioned another dagger out of light and proceeded to kill the disabled men.
After the last man was killed, Angel came to his senses. He looked at the dead bodies around him, and, realizing in horror that it was he who killed the baron and his men, cried into unconsciousness.
When he regained consciousness, the first thing Angel felt was pain...physical and emotional. He then looked to see that he was in a hut that belonged to a nameless half-elf hermit, who, apparently, treated Angel's wounds, which still left behind scars. Angel must have remembered his actions, for he continued to weep...for his "family", the loss of Aerynn, and the horrid actions that he committed. He was now as bad as the humans who treat his kind...and there was no undoing that. Angel believed that even though the actions he had committed avenged his fallen clan members, that perhaps wasn't what the clan wanted. Violence only leads to more violence, and it turns into a vicious, neverending cycle, thus, peace cannot be achieved. He had betrayed his own vow.
And now that Aerynn was dead, he probably could never love again.
The half-elf hermit told Angel that each member of the clan was given a proper burial. Angel told the hermit to place special flowers on Aerynn's grave. But the hermit said that there was no Aerynn...just the other eleven clan members. Angel was surprised...if her body was not there, then...she wasn't dead after all? The hermit had his doubts, but Angel did not.
After a month's worth of recuperating and thinking, Angel left the hermit's hut with renewed resolve; he vowed to carry on his clan's ideaology, carry the weight of murder on his shoulders, and never kill again. He left on a journey around the known world for two purposes: to find a place where half-elves were treated the same as humans, and, if she's alive, find his lost love, Aerynn Naria.
Currently, Angel has somewhat mastered his "light molding" ability and became moderately skilled with a weapon.
(Note: Aerynn Naria is also mine, so I ask that you do not use her.)
Name: Angel Macleod
Age: on the young side of 30 (to a human, he looks to be about 19)
Race: Half-Elf
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 145 lbs.
Physical Description:
Angel is somewhat short and slim with some muscle on him. His skin is slightly pale, despite numerous years of traveling under the sun. His short, pointed ears and somewhat slender face clearly mark out his race as a half-elf, and his smile seems so warm and gentle. His long hair reaches down to his ankles and is a pure white. A noteable feature about his body (though rarely seen by anybody but himself) are the numerous bright red scars all over it (save for his head). These scars are testaments to an event that changed his life forever (see History, below).
The most distinguishing features about Angel's face are his different-colored eyes; his left eye is a sparkling, golden yellow, and his right eye is a piercing, bright turquoise. When he is content, his eyes seem to flicker with tranquility. When he is curious, they are alight with question. When he is sad and in tears, they seem hauntingly empty. When he is enraged, they take on a burning glare that seems to pierce the soul (metaphorically speaking) and induce fear. (On a side note, his father's side of the family had contrasting eyes).
Posessions:
Angel is typically seen wearing a long coat made of a durable yet comfortable white material. The coat has six hidden pockets on the inside, some of which carry the tools of his trade, such as lockpicks. He also carries about six small satchels made of a burlap-like material (one of which is his money satchel) within the coat. The coat is worn over a simple, black sleeveless shirt, loose black breeches, and black adventuring boots. He has no weapons on him whatsoever.
Powers/Strengths:
Angel has the ability to generate and manipulate light magic in the palms of his hands. He can mold this light into solid weapons, which include (and are limited to) a sword (up to a 5-foot length), a whip (up to a 20-foot length), and a shield (up to 2 feet in diameter). They can be in any shape or form, just as long as they don't exceed the aforementioned size limits, and function just like normal weapons. His preferred choice is a blade of about 3-1/2 feet in length and has a slight curve to its edge. Because of this, Angel fares better at melee combat. He also has the dexterity and grace of a thief (though it's not better than the elves').
In terms of morale, he is benevolent, kind, witty, and relaxed most of the time. When pursuing a goal, however, he can be focused and relentless. He hates racism and discrimination of all kinds, and holds a firm belief that everyone has a right to live, no matter who or what they are. He follows a code of thievery: plunder the most fortunate to give to those less fortunate so that a balance can be maintained. He is a moderately skilled thief who still has a very long way to go before he becomes the most skilled.
Weaknesses:
Angel is utterly horrible in ranged combat, and he cannot take heavy blows very well. Also, his light weapons have no weight, and therefore lack the power to deliver crushing blows. Also, should his weapons leave his control, they dissapate immediately, leaving him vulnerable. He can also lose his balance in combat at one point or another.
In terms of morale, it seems that every day, Angel gets himself into some sort of trouble, intentionally or accidentally, whether he's stealing or not, and there's a small probability that he can talk his way out of it. He can be shy when talking to a woman. His idealology of thievery may make him a hypocrite in the eyes of some people. He is also somewhat naïve.
History:
When he was an infant, Angel's parents were lynched by government officials in a region southwest of Marn, for the region placed a law banning the marriage between human and elf. Whoever had half-elven children were to be sentenced to death, and the child was to be sold into slavery, and work without pay until the day he/she dies. This law had been in place ever since an evil half-elven archmage who devastated the region was put to death. Since then, half-elves were considered "dirty-blooded and impure", bound for troubling the entire region. The most "humane" way to deal with this was to segregate the elves from the humans, and put whatever half-elves they could find into slavery.
The fate seemed inevitable to Angel, who, as an infant, was naturally unaware of that fact. However, before he was able to meet that fate, he was whisked away by a member of a clan of half-elven thieves, and was never seen by the officials again.
The clan, called the Phoenix Clan and founded by an experienced thief named Torithius Creed, was a band of half-elven thieves who worked in the shadows of the region. The clan had two goals: give money to the poor in order to create balance, and to prove that half-elves are as equal as everyone else is. The first was quite successful because their code of thievery was quite simple: steal from the more fortunate, give 2/3 of it to the less fortunate, and keep the rest to themselves. The second, though a minimal success, was fruitful; they managed to convince a ninth of the region that half-elves are good people as well.
For the next eighteen years, Angel grew up with the thieves and learned the many methods of their trade. He got to like everyone there, especially Torithius, who was like a father to him.
At the age of twelve, he realized that he could generate light magic with a simple hand motion. But at the time, he could only use it to light up dark places, and the light was erratic, fazing in and out. Over time, however, he learned to control the light to his will to the point where he can create a bright flash for quick getaways.
Around that same year, a half-elf girl by the name of Aerynn Naria was introduced into the clan. Bronze-haired, copper-tan-skinned, green-eyed, and around Angel's age, Aerynn gave Angel trouble from the day they met, and Angel gave trouble back to Aerynn. It was decided by the clan that they be kept separate until further notice.
When they were both thirteen, however, on one of the clan's adventures, Angel and Aerynn were captured by humans and tossed into a slave caravan with other half-elves. The two were horribly frightened, but were sure that they would be rescued by the clan.
On one stop, the humans let out a small half-elf girl, no older than six or seven, out of the cage to do a simple task. The girl couldn't do it; she was too scared to move. Then one of the humans brutally murdered the defenseless girl. Angel and Aerynn were so traumatized by that event that they had begun to lose hope. Then that same human who killed the girl forcefully took Aerynn out. But Angel wouldn't allow it; he temporarily blinded the human with his light and knocked him out cold. Angel and Aerynn attempted to escape, but they were surrounded by at least a dozen humans, all with swords drawn, anger, hatred, and fury in their eyes. Angel and Aerynn thought this was it for them...but the Phoenix Clan jumped out in ambush and, after a brief battle, defeated the human slavers and set all of the imprisoned half-elves free. Then, satisfied with the results, the entire clan headed home.
Since that time, there had been a growing connection between Angel and Aerynn, and they grew more and more friendly towards each other, although there is still the occasional scuffle between the two. Though the two never admitted it until much later, Aerynn was secretly in love with Angel, and Angel was secretly in love with Aerynn.
At fourteen, Angel was told by Torithius of his true parents, the fate that befell them, and the reason why half-elves were so hated in this region. Angel was shocked at that revelation; so shocked that he spent two days thinking things through. After those two days, he vowed to make the region a better place for everyone to live in...a place where half-elves can live freely.
When Angel turned sixteen, on a night lit by the full moon, he confessed his love to Aerynn. And, to his amazement and relief, Aerynn did the same. They kissed for the first time, and a loving bond had been established between the two. On his seventeenth birthday, Angel received a white coat from Aerynn as another sign of love. That night, they vowed to be together forever.
But that was not to be...
When he was eighteen, there came an attack on the clan. Led by Baron Jahan, his men slaughtered everyone in the clan by means of mysterious blades that left numerous scars all over the victim's body. Everyone died...except for Angel, who, miraculously, stood up, despite the numerous wounds all over his body. Rage filled his mind and clouded his reason. The only family he knew...and the only one he loved...had been killed...all because of the damned judgement on half-elves based on the actions of just one of their kind. As the baron and his men were leaving, Angel, for the first time, molded a blade no bigger than a dagger out of light, charged forth, and stabbed the baron in the back, killing him instantly. As the dagger dissapated and as the baron fell, Angel was assaulted again. But before the men could do much more to Angel, he made a flash so bright that the baron's men were permanently blinded. Then, in even more rage, Angel unknowingly fashioned another dagger out of light and proceeded to kill the disabled men.
After the last man was killed, Angel came to his senses. He looked at the dead bodies around him, and, realizing in horror that it was he who killed the baron and his men, cried into unconsciousness.
When he regained consciousness, the first thing Angel felt was pain...physical and emotional. He then looked to see that he was in a hut that belonged to a nameless half-elf hermit, who, apparently, treated Angel's wounds, which still left behind scars. Angel must have remembered his actions, for he continued to weep...for his "family", the loss of Aerynn, and the horrid actions that he committed. He was now as bad as the humans who treat his kind...and there was no undoing that. Angel believed that even though the actions he had committed avenged his fallen clan members, that perhaps wasn't what the clan wanted. Violence only leads to more violence, and it turns into a vicious, neverending cycle, thus, peace cannot be achieved. He had betrayed his own vow.
And now that Aerynn was dead, he probably could never love again.
The half-elf hermit told Angel that each member of the clan was given a proper burial. Angel told the hermit to place special flowers on Aerynn's grave. But the hermit said that there was no Aerynn...just the other eleven clan members. Angel was surprised...if her body was not there, then...she wasn't dead after all? The hermit had his doubts, but Angel did not.
After a month's worth of recuperating and thinking, Angel left the hermit's hut with renewed resolve; he vowed to carry on his clan's ideaology, carry the weight of murder on his shoulders, and never kill again. He left on a journey around the known world for two purposes: to find a place where half-elves were treated the same as humans, and, if she's alive, find his lost love, Aerynn Naria.
Currently, Angel has somewhat mastered his "light molding" ability and became moderately skilled with a weapon.
(Note: Aerynn Naria is also mine, so I ask that you do not use her.)