Post by Vren on Aug 19, 2009 9:51:33 GMT -5
Name: Vrenistron Darkblood, aka Vren
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race:Shapeshifter
Alliance: Wing of Moonlight
Personality:
Vren is, at his best, a gentleman. At his worst, hes a vampire.
Not the blood-sucking kind from legened (although he must admit, a nice glass of cold blood does suit his fancy from time to time) or the sparkling freaks from the modern generation, but the cold, meticulous personality often assosicated with the former.
Vren is invisable.
Not invisable as disapearing from sight, no, but invisable in the sense that he could walk into a room and no one would even know he was there. Due to this fact, he wallows in attention, as its rare he gets any. While hes not the sort to go out of his way to look for it, if the oppertunity presents itself, he'll grab it quickly.
Loyal is a word that would not come to mind with his association with an organization such as the wing, but none the less, loyal is a word that should be associated with Vren. Once he swears to something he believes in, he stays with it as long as his faith and body allow him to. However, it should also be known that Vren is loyal to Vren first, and if something from his previous loyalties no longer holds true or threatens something closer to him, you can bet your ass that he'll have your blood in a goblet for dinner later.
Vren broods as well.
It really is a fitting thing for him to do when put with his appeareance, but he'll deny it everytime, for brooding is not gentlemanly enough for him. But thats not to say that he wont do it, sitting for hours in deep thought about something as deep as life itself to as insignificant as a flower petal.
Vren also loves beauty.
Be it woman, (while he'll ackowledge a fine looking gentleman or make lewd comments, he dosn't entirely swing that way) flowers, or art, beauty is always appreciated. Finery, such as silks and lace and incense, are another appreciation of his, and hes always out to look for more to add to his own personal collection.
Description:
The apperance of a traditional vampire is something else thats also been used to describe Vren on more then one occason.
Tall, with pale skin, and dark black hair, hes got an apperance more suited to a scholar or a clerk. His hair is shorter in back, often spiked out in an unusual way if the mood strikes him, with thicker bangs that fall over his face, sometimes obstructing a pair of glasses he wears while reading.
The mark of his heritage appears in two different places; wrapped around the base of his index finger and around to his wrist on his right hand (the reason he wears fingerless gloves all year round), and on the tip to the back of his slightly pointed ears. (One of his ancestors was half-even, and while the blood has been diluted, the tipped ears still remain.)
Clothing for him changes from season to season, but is always black or deep grey. Occasonally a dark jem colored silk shirt is worn beneith his usual black jacket and pants ensamble, but most of the time its head-to-toe black in various different ruffles and silks and leathers.
Vren also favors hats, and from time to time either a top-hat or a fedora of some sorts will grace his head.
Pic: (if you have one)
Power: Shadowstepping
Rank: Rider
Brief History:
Vren's past is pretty plain.
He was born to a tribe of shifters between Siwyn and Northern Range, a tribe that was just getting over a long war campaign. Tired of their nomadic ways, the group decided to settle down and make a village, perhaps give raising livestock a try.
The first winter was a disaster.
Vren's father, Bvreckin, took controul of the tribe after a recent attack by a human settlement not to far away. Dismayed by the 'devils' that lurked there, they where determined to drive him out. And so, under penalty of death, Breveckin decided that no shifter should be allowed to take a form other then human.
While this stopped speculation from other villages, it also put the shifters at a huge diadvantage when it came to hunting and finding game, as very few of them where able to succeed as they did when in their animal forms.
Even the vicious hunters of the tribe, the wolves and cougers and badgers, found themselves unable to run long distances after the much faster elk and goats. The situation grew even worse when the first massive snows came.
Breveckin was able to see if anyone had tried to shift to escape the village by the tracts left upon the area, and when he found a age-mate of his, Yvgil, shifting for the third time, he killed him.
The colder it got, the more desperate they became for food. Stores where depleated after being rationed and rationed. Tensions where high.
Finally, someone broke the ban on flesh that had been an unspoken code since as long as they could remember.
They began to eat Yvgil's corpse, a little bit at a time. Breveckin was disgusted, and threatened to kill them all, but for the first time, his threats went unheeded.
Vrenistron was one of the first to taste the flesh of a shapeshifter, and his lust for blood began to grow shortly after that, to the point of where the blood was almost all he'd eat.
Spring came and the snows thawed, and the ordeal had ended. Breveckin had ended the ban on shifting just intime to avoid a mutiny, showing them all through the ordeal what regular humans had to go through every year that they took for granted. The neighboring villages began to develop a trade with them now, and the name-calling and killings ceased.
Vren had grown accustomed to being in his human skin due to the ordeal, almost forgetting about his shifting nature completely. By 16, he'd been studying throughout the north, and had returned to his village for the winter with three full cows as his prize for his skill with a bow. The meat was stored, the the tribe survived comfortably throughout the winter.
It was during that winter that the fleeing members of the wing passed through the area, and he became enthralled with their stories. He left with them, much to the dismay of his father, and traveled with them to their new home in the Moonlit Castle.
He was bonded shortly afterwords, only to be sent back out for training, which has taken up the last six years of his life before he returned back to the Wing, just intime to join in the war.
Other: Vren can shift into a Fox and a chinchilla.
Creature Info[/i]
I'm a bit unsure of what creatures we're lacking on, even with the stats on the right. I'm not to picky with what species his mount is,so if theres something specific we need, just lemme know and I'll fill it in.
Name: Bane Rist (Bane 'Cleaver', elvish)
Age: Six
Gender:Male
Species: Hippogriff
Personality: Existing as if only to piss him off, Vren's mout is completely unlike him. Hyper, giggly, and full of life, its almost impossible to wear him out. Bane can go for hours just twirling around Vren's study, asking him question after question and constantly engaging him in activities like sparring or 'chase the butterfly while carrying one of his favorite and most valuable books'.
Its not to say he dosn't have a serious side, thats far from it. Bane Rist is actually quite intelligent, taking in vast amounts of information and processing it quickly to determine whats most effective to whatever his plan is. (Usually his plan happens to be some minor form of mischeif.)
Rist often randomly attacks someone just to piss them off, then runs away giggling maniacally as they chase after him, leaping into Vren's arms, the angry shapeshifter then having to deal with an angry villager. But it dosn't matter, he had a good time.
Description:Bane-Rist is exceedingly average for a hippogriff, and part of that fact annoys him to no end, causing him to groom and preen excessively. His feathers and fur are always in their top condition, glossy and soft and free from knots and matts.
His forequarters are that of a falcon, with the long talons sharpened to a point to inflict more damage. His wings and proud beak are also that of a falcon, the feathers dappled and lighter on the bottom.
His hindquarters are that of a deep black and brown molted horse, much more like a brindle dog color then a pure bred, but its just a result of his parent's genes. His long tail and main are both brown and black as well, making his golden-hued beak and hooves seem like they shine.
Pic: (if you have one)
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race:Shapeshifter
Alliance: Wing of Moonlight
Personality:
Vren is, at his best, a gentleman. At his worst, hes a vampire.
Not the blood-sucking kind from legened (although he must admit, a nice glass of cold blood does suit his fancy from time to time) or the sparkling freaks from the modern generation, but the cold, meticulous personality often assosicated with the former.
Vren is invisable.
Not invisable as disapearing from sight, no, but invisable in the sense that he could walk into a room and no one would even know he was there. Due to this fact, he wallows in attention, as its rare he gets any. While hes not the sort to go out of his way to look for it, if the oppertunity presents itself, he'll grab it quickly.
Loyal is a word that would not come to mind with his association with an organization such as the wing, but none the less, loyal is a word that should be associated with Vren. Once he swears to something he believes in, he stays with it as long as his faith and body allow him to. However, it should also be known that Vren is loyal to Vren first, and if something from his previous loyalties no longer holds true or threatens something closer to him, you can bet your ass that he'll have your blood in a goblet for dinner later.
Vren broods as well.
It really is a fitting thing for him to do when put with his appeareance, but he'll deny it everytime, for brooding is not gentlemanly enough for him. But thats not to say that he wont do it, sitting for hours in deep thought about something as deep as life itself to as insignificant as a flower petal.
Vren also loves beauty.
Be it woman, (while he'll ackowledge a fine looking gentleman or make lewd comments, he dosn't entirely swing that way) flowers, or art, beauty is always appreciated. Finery, such as silks and lace and incense, are another appreciation of his, and hes always out to look for more to add to his own personal collection.
Description:
The apperance of a traditional vampire is something else thats also been used to describe Vren on more then one occason.
Tall, with pale skin, and dark black hair, hes got an apperance more suited to a scholar or a clerk. His hair is shorter in back, often spiked out in an unusual way if the mood strikes him, with thicker bangs that fall over his face, sometimes obstructing a pair of glasses he wears while reading.
The mark of his heritage appears in two different places; wrapped around the base of his index finger and around to his wrist on his right hand (the reason he wears fingerless gloves all year round), and on the tip to the back of his slightly pointed ears. (One of his ancestors was half-even, and while the blood has been diluted, the tipped ears still remain.)
Clothing for him changes from season to season, but is always black or deep grey. Occasonally a dark jem colored silk shirt is worn beneith his usual black jacket and pants ensamble, but most of the time its head-to-toe black in various different ruffles and silks and leathers.
Vren also favors hats, and from time to time either a top-hat or a fedora of some sorts will grace his head.
Pic: (if you have one)
Power: Shadowstepping
Rank: Rider
Brief History:
Vren's past is pretty plain.
He was born to a tribe of shifters between Siwyn and Northern Range, a tribe that was just getting over a long war campaign. Tired of their nomadic ways, the group decided to settle down and make a village, perhaps give raising livestock a try.
The first winter was a disaster.
Vren's father, Bvreckin, took controul of the tribe after a recent attack by a human settlement not to far away. Dismayed by the 'devils' that lurked there, they where determined to drive him out. And so, under penalty of death, Breveckin decided that no shifter should be allowed to take a form other then human.
While this stopped speculation from other villages, it also put the shifters at a huge diadvantage when it came to hunting and finding game, as very few of them where able to succeed as they did when in their animal forms.
Even the vicious hunters of the tribe, the wolves and cougers and badgers, found themselves unable to run long distances after the much faster elk and goats. The situation grew even worse when the first massive snows came.
Breveckin was able to see if anyone had tried to shift to escape the village by the tracts left upon the area, and when he found a age-mate of his, Yvgil, shifting for the third time, he killed him.
The colder it got, the more desperate they became for food. Stores where depleated after being rationed and rationed. Tensions where high.
Finally, someone broke the ban on flesh that had been an unspoken code since as long as they could remember.
They began to eat Yvgil's corpse, a little bit at a time. Breveckin was disgusted, and threatened to kill them all, but for the first time, his threats went unheeded.
Vrenistron was one of the first to taste the flesh of a shapeshifter, and his lust for blood began to grow shortly after that, to the point of where the blood was almost all he'd eat.
Spring came and the snows thawed, and the ordeal had ended. Breveckin had ended the ban on shifting just intime to avoid a mutiny, showing them all through the ordeal what regular humans had to go through every year that they took for granted. The neighboring villages began to develop a trade with them now, and the name-calling and killings ceased.
Vren had grown accustomed to being in his human skin due to the ordeal, almost forgetting about his shifting nature completely. By 16, he'd been studying throughout the north, and had returned to his village for the winter with three full cows as his prize for his skill with a bow. The meat was stored, the the tribe survived comfortably throughout the winter.
It was during that winter that the fleeing members of the wing passed through the area, and he became enthralled with their stories. He left with them, much to the dismay of his father, and traveled with them to their new home in the Moonlit Castle.
He was bonded shortly afterwords, only to be sent back out for training, which has taken up the last six years of his life before he returned back to the Wing, just intime to join in the war.
Other: Vren can shift into a Fox and a chinchilla.
Creature Info[/i]
I'm a bit unsure of what creatures we're lacking on, even with the stats on the right. I'm not to picky with what species his mount is,so if theres something specific we need, just lemme know and I'll fill it in.
Name: Bane Rist (Bane 'Cleaver', elvish)
Age: Six
Gender:Male
Species: Hippogriff
Personality: Existing as if only to piss him off, Vren's mout is completely unlike him. Hyper, giggly, and full of life, its almost impossible to wear him out. Bane can go for hours just twirling around Vren's study, asking him question after question and constantly engaging him in activities like sparring or 'chase the butterfly while carrying one of his favorite and most valuable books'.
Its not to say he dosn't have a serious side, thats far from it. Bane Rist is actually quite intelligent, taking in vast amounts of information and processing it quickly to determine whats most effective to whatever his plan is. (Usually his plan happens to be some minor form of mischeif.)
Rist often randomly attacks someone just to piss them off, then runs away giggling maniacally as they chase after him, leaping into Vren's arms, the angry shapeshifter then having to deal with an angry villager. But it dosn't matter, he had a good time.
Description:Bane-Rist is exceedingly average for a hippogriff, and part of that fact annoys him to no end, causing him to groom and preen excessively. His feathers and fur are always in their top condition, glossy and soft and free from knots and matts.
His forequarters are that of a falcon, with the long talons sharpened to a point to inflict more damage. His wings and proud beak are also that of a falcon, the feathers dappled and lighter on the bottom.
His hindquarters are that of a deep black and brown molted horse, much more like a brindle dog color then a pure bred, but its just a result of his parent's genes. His long tail and main are both brown and black as well, making his golden-hued beak and hooves seem like they shine.
Pic: (if you have one)
