Description
Before you is a handsome man. His hair is an auburn red,
slicked back and hidden beneath his hood. His eyes are a
fierce blue, like cold steel emanating outward, chilling
the air. His skin is smooth, glistening with a slight bit
of oil and tanned. He bears a short well-cropped beard,
ending about half-way up his cheek. Most noticably of
all however is a large sunburst black tattoo on his
right cheek, leading all the way back around his head
and disappearing into the darkness of his hood.
Role
Beginnings
Added Wed Aug 4 18:03:36 2004 at level 8:
The screaming is loud, Torris thinks to himself. The pain of
seeing his wife in agony is nearly unbearable, things aren't
going well. He shakes his head a small tear falling down his
face and the voices of the midwife and fades into the
background. All he can hear is the screaming, here in the
darkness, the fire seeming far too dim in his dwelling. He
embraces the amulet around his neck, a token of his childhood
and religious fervor he hasn't felt in years. Wondering if
his pleas now to the Gods of Mercy are blasphemous, he
loses focus from the tears in his eyes. Welling up with fear
at the sight of a torrent of blood coming from his wife he
fears for her life and that of his soon-to-be born child.
Suddenly however, the screaming stops, abruptly. They are replaced
with a soft cry of an infant newly born.
'She has passed...', whispered the mid-wife.
Suddenly unholy rage filled Torris, rage he has never felt
in his entire life. Rage at the world, rage at injustice, rage
that his one true love and possession in this world is now gone.
Torris was never a wealthy man, but he worked hard, every day of
his life. He worked far too hard with his hands in the fields,
too hard to go on without that which he loved thanks to the
delivery of this child, a child he did not even truly want save
for his own wife's desires of motherhood. The rage unleashed...
He beat the mid-wife to death with his bare hands, before drinking
enough torch-oil to end his own life.
Here in this place of despair was Vasnant born, born under the watch
of the shadows. The infant suddenly stopped its mewling cries as
dark energies swirled about the corpses of his family. His soul
passed into another realm, to be replaced by something else entirely.
The boy never cried again.
Tribunal
Added Sun Nov 21 18:56:38 2004 at level 29:
When Vasnant was twenty six years of age he was warranted
while being struck by a villager. Fed up with the arrogance
of the Spire he has vowed to not ally himself with them
and rather hunt them at every opportunity.
Vasnant the Character
Added Sun Nov 21 19:05:08 2004 at level 29:
When Vasnant was twenty six years of age he was warranted
About vasnant's Character
Vasnant is at his heart driven by emotion and curiousity.
Often he has intuitions driven into him by his early encounter
with the spirit of the plane traveler from the plane of
the nightwalkers. He is not aware of the spirit but its
influence can be noticed in his distance from the rest
of Thera's populace. He feels magic isn't right, instilled
in him by the powerful being that magic should be
stronger in this plane as it is in the land of the Ccul'gra.
This is why he seeks the Lord of Magic and keeps his eyes
on the Scions. He feels connected to them and wants to
test their might. Whether he chooses to stand with them
or crush them to teach them hasn't been decided.