Moratensis (Mage Hunter)
Aug 13, 2013 18:45:20 GMT -5
Post by Aelodil on Aug 13, 2013 18:45:20 GMT -5
Full Name: Moratensis Blackmoar
Other Names:Thief, Bandit.
Side:Neutral
Birthplace:Dras-Leona
Age:16
Gender:Male
Birthday:November 18th. (For once I've made it other than my real birthday -chuckles-)
Eyes:A charcoal grey, most of the time being cheerful.
Hair:Jet black, long and shabby as he never has time to really clean up.
Weight:150 Pounds
Height:5'9
Magic User: He is a Mage Hunter though he barely knows about it and only has the skills of an apprentice Mage Hunter who recently graduated.
Preferred Weapon(s): The Spell-Blade Hell-Reaver he received from his graduation. It is around 3 and a half feet long shimmering with black energy. The handle is that of two inter-winding snakes and the hilt is the ending of the snakes inter-winding each with emerald eyes. The blade is two-edged and is easily held with one hand. The cross-guard is elegantly decorated with obsidian. The blade has the words 'Mage Hunter' sketched into them.
Appearance: His usual attire is a plain black shirt along with gray pants and a cloak that acts as a scarf and coverage of his sword. He is not one for much fashion and will do with anything that he can find -- preferably black and gray. Though his cloak is never left behind. He has pale skin that stands out in his dark clothes and a cheerful glint in his eyes that can turn deadly -- though he is still not very strong. His arms aren't particularly muscled though it shows enough to prove that the hours of practice he spent in the Academy paid out.
Personality: He is very friendly and it takes a lot to anger him. He is forgiving and easy to make friends with. He is loyal to friends though usually keeps to himself. He understands people such as thieves, and bandits as he used to be like them -- scouring the streets for money. And he still is in a sense as he always puts his needs first.
Likes: Peace, silence, going alone, training.
Dislikes: Rude people, people who only care about themselves, Elves.
Strengths: Nimble, quick-witted, strategises.
Weaknesses: Usually alone so easy to ambush, not as strong as most soldiers, stubborn.
Family: Father Byrd Blackmoar -Deceased-
Mother Unknown -Deceased-
History: Moratensis was born and his mother died in birth. His father, being a poor farmer, raised him alone on their farm and ranch for the first 9 years of Moartensis's life. After 9 years, Byrd was called to the Empire's Army. Moratensis was forced to work the farm alone and feed the animals in the ranch alone and at the age of 10 began to grow muscle as he began working more often. At the age of 10, on one sudden morning, an Empire spell-caster happened to pass by as he was plowing the ground. The soldier was obviously frightened and running away. He muttered a quick work and a bolt of fire was sent at Moratensis. Frightened, Moratensis put up his hand as if to ward it off and suddenly the bolt turned to a small orb of essence that huddled in his hand. The soldier looked frightened and with all the power of the spell in his hand, Moratensis accidentally redirected it, sending it at the soldier who let out a quick scream before disintegrating.
After that, the men who had been pursuing the spell-caster came and met Moratensis. Little did he know that he had the capibility of becoming a Mage Hunter -- or that these men were Mage Hunters themselves. They questioned him and then took him into the Academy. He trained in the Academy, becoming stronger every day and then at the age of 14 with just a few more years of training, Moratensis received news that his father had died in combat. Though it wouldn't be until much later that he would learn he was slaughtered by the hands of Elves. At the age of 15, his graduation done, he left the Academy after receiving his Spell-Blade Hell-Reaver and traveled across the land and chanced upon the city of the Elves. Once there, he began learning about them and after a few months of staying there he learned the truth about his father's murder. He went on a rampage and engaged every Elf he would see -- just to be thrown back by each and everyone of them.
Finally, after half a year in the Elven city, he left. Since then on he hated the Elves and wishes revenge upon them. He is known to be seen every now and then within cities, stealing the food he sustains on. Though he never forgot his duty and still haunts spell-casters, murdering both from each side, both Empire and Varden. Though the most he murders are Elven spell-casters to avenge the murder of his father. His ever-ending lust for revenge never silenced and he has found trouble keeping an Elven friend for more than 10 minutes. He is not friendly to the Empire but he also hates the Varden as they are with the Elves.
Anything Extra: Uh... really was hard figurin this all out.. I mean after so many characters you can only expect so much. This took me roughly 40 minutes but I do believe I fixed any mistakes I may have had.
Other Names:Thief, Bandit.
Side:Neutral
Birthplace:Dras-Leona
Age:16
Gender:Male
Birthday:November 18th. (For once I've made it other than my real birthday -chuckles-)
Eyes:A charcoal grey, most of the time being cheerful.
Hair:Jet black, long and shabby as he never has time to really clean up.
Weight:150 Pounds
Height:5'9
Magic User: He is a Mage Hunter though he barely knows about it and only has the skills of an apprentice Mage Hunter who recently graduated.
Preferred Weapon(s): The Spell-Blade Hell-Reaver he received from his graduation. It is around 3 and a half feet long shimmering with black energy. The handle is that of two inter-winding snakes and the hilt is the ending of the snakes inter-winding each with emerald eyes. The blade is two-edged and is easily held with one hand. The cross-guard is elegantly decorated with obsidian. The blade has the words 'Mage Hunter' sketched into them.
Appearance: His usual attire is a plain black shirt along with gray pants and a cloak that acts as a scarf and coverage of his sword. He is not one for much fashion and will do with anything that he can find -- preferably black and gray. Though his cloak is never left behind. He has pale skin that stands out in his dark clothes and a cheerful glint in his eyes that can turn deadly -- though he is still not very strong. His arms aren't particularly muscled though it shows enough to prove that the hours of practice he spent in the Academy paid out.
Personality: He is very friendly and it takes a lot to anger him. He is forgiving and easy to make friends with. He is loyal to friends though usually keeps to himself. He understands people such as thieves, and bandits as he used to be like them -- scouring the streets for money. And he still is in a sense as he always puts his needs first.
Likes: Peace, silence, going alone, training.
Dislikes: Rude people, people who only care about themselves, Elves.
Strengths: Nimble, quick-witted, strategises.
Weaknesses: Usually alone so easy to ambush, not as strong as most soldiers, stubborn.
Family: Father Byrd Blackmoar -Deceased-
Mother Unknown -Deceased-
History: Moratensis was born and his mother died in birth. His father, being a poor farmer, raised him alone on their farm and ranch for the first 9 years of Moartensis's life. After 9 years, Byrd was called to the Empire's Army. Moratensis was forced to work the farm alone and feed the animals in the ranch alone and at the age of 10 began to grow muscle as he began working more often. At the age of 10, on one sudden morning, an Empire spell-caster happened to pass by as he was plowing the ground. The soldier was obviously frightened and running away. He muttered a quick work and a bolt of fire was sent at Moratensis. Frightened, Moratensis put up his hand as if to ward it off and suddenly the bolt turned to a small orb of essence that huddled in his hand. The soldier looked frightened and with all the power of the spell in his hand, Moratensis accidentally redirected it, sending it at the soldier who let out a quick scream before disintegrating.
After that, the men who had been pursuing the spell-caster came and met Moratensis. Little did he know that he had the capibility of becoming a Mage Hunter -- or that these men were Mage Hunters themselves. They questioned him and then took him into the Academy. He trained in the Academy, becoming stronger every day and then at the age of 14 with just a few more years of training, Moratensis received news that his father had died in combat. Though it wouldn't be until much later that he would learn he was slaughtered by the hands of Elves. At the age of 15, his graduation done, he left the Academy after receiving his Spell-Blade Hell-Reaver and traveled across the land and chanced upon the city of the Elves. Once there, he began learning about them and after a few months of staying there he learned the truth about his father's murder. He went on a rampage and engaged every Elf he would see -- just to be thrown back by each and everyone of them.
Finally, after half a year in the Elven city, he left. Since then on he hated the Elves and wishes revenge upon them. He is known to be seen every now and then within cities, stealing the food he sustains on. Though he never forgot his duty and still haunts spell-casters, murdering both from each side, both Empire and Varden. Though the most he murders are Elven spell-casters to avenge the murder of his father. His ever-ending lust for revenge never silenced and he has found trouble keeping an Elven friend for more than 10 minutes. He is not friendly to the Empire but he also hates the Varden as they are with the Elves.
Anything Extra: Uh... really was hard figurin this all out.. I mean after so many characters you can only expect so much. This took me roughly 40 minutes but I do believe I fixed any mistakes I may have had.
