Description
You catch a glimpse of a wild looking Elf covered in mud and matted
foliage. He moves ethereally with the natural grace and confidence
of a lithe and beautiful animal. Dried clay and caked dirt are
soiled into his variegated armors, and have a smell of fresh woods.
Curly amber hair cascades from underneath his headgear, reminding
you of a mane of a young lion who is attentively gazing about his
surroundings. The young Elf's face is dirty, making it difficult
to discern many of his facial features. Apart from the otherwise
characterless face, charmingly spirited blue eyes vehemently blaze
through the wisps of his hair. Also noticeable is a pendant of a
purple flower strung loosely around his neck, and drapes over his
heart. Glistening from his right wrist is a beautifully worked
tattoo of a Purple Lotus.
Role
Meaningless Beatings Build
Added Tue Dec 5 00:26:20 2006 at level 1:
His father had really laid into him hard this evening. And for
what he thought? Not because he did his chores late, or that
he had been talking to one of his female friends at the docks.
No. It was because his father was an abusive drunkard. That
bastard laid into Vargraye often. If he even so much as looked
or crossed his path wrong, he was sure enough to receive some
sort of pain that night.
Vargraye did not let that bastard ruin him though. Vargraye
found solace in remembrance of his mother. She was a strong
woman, capable of dealing with his drunken father in ways that
Vargraye didn't understand as a younger child. He feels sorrow
when he considers the pain his mother had to have gone through.
Although Vargraye didn't have a good understanding of whom he
was praying to, he did have a good understanding of what he was
praying for--his mother and to find a way out of this hell hole.
Search And Destroy
Added Tue Dec 5 00:26:50 2006 at level 1:
Illegal name, try another.
Name: l business of shark hunting
and fishing. Many years before Vargraye was born, the family
purchased an old pirate warship, and named it "Ironside Shark".
The ship's name is derived from the materials used to make the
hull, being a blend of iron and flexible wood, to prevent the
ship's sinking when rammed by a pirate ship. Aboard this ship
was a fourteen man crew. That was the bare minimum it required
to ensure all the duties were done correctly. Vargraye did not
start sailing with his father until he was a teenager. Prior to
that, he would do many dock work chores.
After weeks and months of sailing with the crew, hunting and
killing these animals, Vargraye became disgruntled with the
death. He would not dare voice his opinion, as to spare himself
the beatings. But it was evident in his facial expressions that
he didn't care for it. As though it weren't bad enough that
Vargraye already hated his father, now he thought he was a
murderer of innocent animals. Though to his father, it was a
means of carrying on the familial tradition and making a living.
Or perhaps a way to support his drinking. Vargraye was still
young, and fairly naive. He didn't fully understand the scope
of life and death.
Perfect Sail Awry
Added Tue Dec 5 00:29:06 2006 at level 1:
Vargraye's father stood at the edge of the dock and peered out
towards the setting sun over the Sea of Despair. He gazed deeply,
then turned back towards Vargraye, a bottle of liquor in hand, and
he nodded towards him. "It'll be a perfect day tomorrow. Get some
sleep tonight, you're going to need it. I expect many catches."
The two arose a couple hours before the rising sun and walked to
the docks where "Ironside Shark" was anchored. The rest of the
crew was already there and working busily under the torch lamps.
They worked smoothly together. Each was focused with determination.
Vargraye could feel their anticipation, which was not very usual.
Before too long, the crew was reporting to Vargraye's father that
the ship was ready for sail.
It was true. The crew had set a new record, catching five sharks
in one day. Each crew member celebrated gleefully. Their hard work
had payed off, and they knew they were going to get paid well for
these sharks. They turned sail towards home, as they were all
exhausted and had started drinking and relaxing. Vargraye's father
began shouting, "Don't get too relaxed! I have another!". And
the tipsy crew members obliged and began helping lure in the last
shark of the day, cheering and spouting out mindless curse words.
At that moment, Vargraye stood up, submitting himself to the anger
he felt towards the ruthless hunters. As if by Vargraye's will,
the ship began shudder and sway, becoming worse as Vargraye's
anger grew more prominently. A violent tsunami came crashing down
upon the ship! And again! Heavy winds and waves tormented the
ship, eventually capsizing "Ironside Shark". Cries from the men
drowning and fighting their way against the waves nagged gently
at Vargraye's resolve.
Lost Shore Awakening
Added Tue Dec 5 00:29:39 2006 at level 1:
Vargraye shot up from the sandy shore coughing up a mouthful of
water. The water of the cool ocean tide came up towards Vargraye,
splashing against him. He was very cold, lips blue and shivering.
He crossed his arms and placed his hands in his armpits and curled
his legs in tightly, and glanced around himself. Nothing looked
remotely familiar. The sandy beach stretched on for as far as the
eye could see, and not far off behind him was the thick of the
jungle, which too seemed to go on as far as the eye could see.
Vargraye stood up, despite his reluctance, and walked further to
the tree line. It was clearly morning. He knew once the sun was
overhead that he'd warm up. He just sat there curled tightly until
he warmed up.
As the sun became warmer, Vargraye started to think more clearly.
He had no idea where he was, or how he got to where he was.
But he did know that if he didn't build some sort of shelter for
himself or gather food and water, that he wouldn't survive long
on what appeared to be a very secluded island. So he began his trek
into the woods to start gathering decent sized branches to make the
shell of his wigwam. Then he collected fallen bark and branches with
leaves still upon them for the outer shell of the wigwam. Survival
skills seemed to come naturally to Vargraye, especially in the time
of need. Each crew member was taught the basics of survival, in such
an event they became stranded. After building a small hut for himself,
Vargraye started collecting dry wood and leaves to start a fire to
keep warm and to cook food, as this was what he was taught.
Empathetic Hunter Learns
Added Tue Dec 5 00:31:24 2006 at level 1:
He stepped into the jungle with a makeshift spear in hand and a
strong determination in the other. Vargraye was very hungry by dusk.
The fire was ready. Creeping through the woods with the skill of an
unexpected expert, Vargraye found his target chewing bark from a
tree. A young deer full of vigor. Vargraye could feel it. Silently,
he crept up to the deer, and with a flash of speed and accuracy, he
drove the spear directly into the side of creature. It was hurt.
It could barely move. Vargraye crumbled under the pain he felt,
falling to his knees. He crawled quickly towards the deer and knelt
over the wound. His hands became warm, and almost involuntarily
went over the pain. With a sudden glow, there was nothing but
soothing clarity. The deer jumped up and bolted into the deep wood.
Stunned, Vargraye sat in disbelief. A quiet rustling behind him
startled his attention. It grew louder. Vargraye got low in a
defensive stance. It was as though he'd been in this jungle for
years. But in truth, it was only a day. He couldn't remember
anything. The rustling stopped not far from him. It was close,
whatever it was. A voice rang out. Where was it coming from? Could
it really be this tree? It appeared to be a treant. "You have been
saved, aspirant Druid. The will of the Purple Lotus, through my
hand, has saved you this day, and washed away the pains of your
troublesome past." The old oak treant seemed wise... wise enough
to keep young Vargraye interested. Suddenly, a voice that sounded
similar to his mother's rang out, "Son, to wash away the memories
of your past, to ease your burden along the journey set before
you, you will be reborn." Vargraye's head began to hurt and swell,
and shortly after, he collapsed to the ground, seeming lifeless.
Once Human Reborn
Added Tue Dec 5 00:34:13 2006 at level 1:
Vargraye, the once young human boy, awoke to the sun beaming high
over his head. He looked around himself and he had no idea where
he was--a sandy beach with an overgrown forest behind him. He had
no idea where he was, or how he got here, but it all seemed
vaguely familiar, like deja vu. The thought "will of the Purple
Lotus" kept ringing through his mind, over and over. Vargraye
stumbled his way into the jungle, a bit uneasy at the moment. He
came to a small pond and knelt down before it. He began to dip
his cupped hands into and miraculously, without even putting his
hands into the water, his cupped hands were filled full with
water. Vargraye jumped back in disbelief, wondering what the hell
just happened.
As Vargraye jumped back, he glanced up and saw a cloaked figure
sitting across the pond. "Do not be frightened, young Vargraye."
a woman's voice called out softly. "Come, sit with me, and
meditate a moment. There is much for you to learn." Vargraye
strangely obliged. He sat down next to the hooded woman and
tranquil. He felt as though he were dreaming. As he continued
looking deep into the waters, a small, acquatic purple flower
began to spring up. "Look to the Purple Lotus, and you will
find your answers." the woman spoke softly. Vargraye glanced
back up and the woman was gone... vanished into thin air.
Vargraye contemplatively peered back into the water...