Description
Before you stands a strange human, he stands confidently, his long brown hair
hanging in oily, thick locks around his face. Crystal blue eyes peer out from
a face tan and chiseled. A fine nose and thin lips shape his face. However,
through his mouth does not seem right, as if he is missing something within
it. A corded torso and sinewy arms stand out as do his legs, rippling waves
of muscles visible upon them. He walks in a strange manner, confidently
though unknowingly, as if he is not used to such a motion. He stands tall,
and his head twists about in a similarly strange manner, he appears quite
observant.
Role
Son of the Water
Added Wed Oct 11 20:56:33 2006 at level 1:
The waters coalesced and deeper he fell. Deep. Deeper. Deepest. He felt his
body hit the ocean floor and he opened his eyes involunatrily, the salt of
the water stinging them. Suddenly the chains clasped around his ankles and
arms were lifted and he was tossed into the air once more, the Imperial
Marauders laughing as Valinag coughed viciously, spewing salt water and
rubbing at his eyes frantically as best he could with the cumbersome chain.
"Had enough, you nature pet?" growled Valinag's father. Valinag had been
caught attempting to save a few woodland creatures from the Imperial flames.
This was his punishment. Valinag had always been close, closer then most, to
nature, despite his father, an Elite Blade. Valinag was special, in that
aspect. His father had been relentless in his torture today, and he was
beginning to worry. He cared not for the sentient beings, good or evil, only
if they harmed that which was natural
Suddenly Valinag found himself kicked in the stomach. He seemed to have
passed out for now he was strapped to the mast of the small ship, his father
and his small crew of 'Marauders' scouts of the Empire guffawing to
themselves. Upon seeing him awake his father closed in once more.
"Never again will you warn others of the Empire's coming might" growled his
father, an onyx knife glowing a sickly yellow in his hand.
"Force open his mouth!" He yelled, and clasping hands formed around Valinag's
nostrils until his mouth opened. A sharp flash of pain, a small trickle of
blood and his tongue lay in his fathers hand.
With that, Valinag was cast back into the waves. Tied with chains. The last
words he heard were "It would be nothing short of a miracle for you to live,
whelp"
Valinag drifted deeper, deeper into the waves, welcoming their embrace. The
creatures flitted about him, they seemed to think he was in no danger, and
Valinag was inclined to agree. The Water was his home, his parents. He had no
father. The Water was his father. However at home he felt here in the waves,
he knew he could not live here, and soon his lungs burned. As he hit the
ocean floor for the second time that day he glanced around, using his eyes,
hands, and natural bond with animals a shark soon swam to him, and bit
through his chains. After a few quick kicks, Valinag swam strongly to the
surface, bursting and gulping in great lungfuls of air.
Swimming to shore, Valinag Waters clammered onto land, striding confidently
forward along the beach as drops of blood fell from the corner of his mouth.
Beliefs
Added Thu Oct 12 23:09:52 2006 at level 7:
This is an OOC summary of my chars beliefs, since I cant even send tells to
imms:P I'm really looking forward to this character and a special thanks to
any who've done anything so far. I'm not sure if this is a good idea or a bad
idea, but basing it slightly off of a recent post by nepenthe. Please take no
heed of it if it is unacceptable, I'll try to rp it off as best I can(I plan
to anyway, for mortals) and am looking forward to the challenge of 100% mute.
He is aimed for the Outlanders.
He is vehement towards the Empire especially(role reasons)
To him, his father is water and he its child and priest. I'm a follower of
water/devout etc whatever you want to call it.
Recent Events
Added Sun Oct 15 14:39:57 2006 at level 24:
Valinag was, to put it lightly, flattered to find wax vellum in Rayihn's
shrine. Something she had mentioned in passing earlier. He had grown from
worshipping the Waves, to Rayihn. After a series of talks, he found himself
and more and more like her Chosen, and was deeply gratified when she branded
him with her Mark, and named him a Chosen. This inspired him to uphold her
tenets, not just that of the water. He longed to be more then a mere chosen,
but an Avatar, representing all that Rayihn is. Furthermore, the fact that
the inners of her Shrine were wild touched Valinag as well. She seemed to
have hand crafted it with much thought into his very needs, and Valinag felt
proud of himself for he felt he had pleased her.
Valinag was growing more and more like one of her Chosen, but more
importantly he was becoming increasingly vain. He had drowned many of the
enemies and was therefore molding Thera the way he saw how it should be. His
lack of defeats was beginning to make him cocky and confident.