Sephiroth
Feb 18, 2006 12:07:59 GMT -5
Post by Sephiroth on Feb 18, 2006 12:07:59 GMT -5
Human
Full Name: Valedico Sephiroth
Nickname: Seph
Race:: Human
Side: Empire
Birthplace: Dras-Leona
Age: 23 years
Gender: Male
Birthday: Midwinter, exact date unknown
Eyes: Pale brown, penetrating
Hair: Dark brown with black streaks, often tangled, very thick. Falls down to just past his ears.
Skin: Very white, pale, chalklike
Weight: 155 pounds
Height: 5'10"
Magic User: Yes, but not as strong as some.
Clothing: A black shirt with wide, long sleeves, and a pair of black trousers made out of some heavy material. Heavy leather boots.
Preferred Weapon(s): A hand-and-a-half sword, in the finest steel available, with a wire-wrapped hilt. He has spelled the blade to look slightly transparent, for his own reasons, and named it West. He is highly skilled with it, almost elf level, but not quite. He doesn't have the speed of an elf, but his technical ability is high. He also carries a left hand dagger, a slender blade 16 inches long with a jade handle, with a light poison on it.
Personality: Sephiroth has a bit of a "Loner" syndrome. He doesn't really like company, is more-or-less asocial, and does his best to drive people away when they come too close. Because of that, wears sarcasm like a second skin. When he does decide to speak his opinion of something, it is said clearly and simply, without diplomacy. Sometimes that can get him in trouble, but he doesn't feel any need to impress people with long, flattering words. However, if you can somehow get through the sarcasm to the person underneath, he can turn out to be a very pleasant person. For a while, anyway. But he also has a tendency to hold grudges, so be careful what you say.
Sephiroth is a schemer, witty, cunning, and has a very logical train of thought. His mind is like a bottomless hole, easily able to attain, categorize, and store any information that might be shoved at it. He has a real thirst for knowledge, never missing any opportunity to learn even more. And there is always one extremely logical part of his mind, no matter how panicky or furious Sephiroth might be right then, that will take out pencil and paper and record everything down so he can look at it later, to better understand everything that happened. Unfortunately, if he loses his temper, that little logical part of his mind will go hide in a corner and Sephiroth will be transformed into a quite vicious killing machine, without his logic to scold him. Though that doesn't happen very often.
Likes/Dislikes: Likes dragons, reading books, and being sarcastic. Likes mysteries, werecats, and trying to solve puzzles. Dislikes people who think they can rebel against Galbatorix. Dislikes elves especially.
Family: His father's name was Lethe (dead) and his mother's name Anath. He used to have a brother, but the brother died at thirteen months from a sickness.
Brief History: Sephiroth was born in Uru'baen, into a rich family. His father, Lethe, was one of the main strategists in Galbatorix's military. This gave Sephiroth a high standing in life right from the start. He had almost everything he could have ever wanted, as well as free access to the palace kitchens, which he enjoyed profusely. Living so closely to Galbatorix disturbed Sephiroth a bit, but he was careful to never to go too deep into the palace.
When he was ten, his mother, Anath, had a second child. She named him Serahdim. But Serahdim died at the age of thirteen months, just over a year. Sephiroth was stricken by his death, while his mother locked into a grief mode. A few years later she died as well.
By that time Sephiroth was thirteen, and Lethe advanced another rank, moving into Galbatorix's sub-council. Lethe and Sephiroth moved into the palace permanently, and Lethe began tutoring Sephiroth in the ways of the court. Sephiroth was already learned in many things, but now he was learning each and every detail.
When Sephiroth turned fifteen, he was already in good standing with Galbatorix, through his father's influence. He had also learned many things about his father's job, and began to help him in his work, until it was no longer just Lethe who was the strategist, but Sephiroth also, though Lethe held the title. Galbatorix began to take a notice to him.
Three years later, Lethe was assassinated. Sephiroth was called to his father's position, and took up the position. Fortunately, he fell into the role of strategist easily, despite all his misgivings. He continued as a strategist in the sub-council for two year, planning how to sabotage the Varden. Then one month Galbatorix met him personally and got him to touch one of the dragon eggs. It hatched for him, leaving Sephiroth amazed and delighted. He quickly fell under Galbatorix's sway and is a loyal rider to the Empire. However, he is not one of Galbatorix's favorites.
Anything extra: None.
RP Sample: Galbatorix strode ahead of Sephiroth to a large door and hissed a few indecipherable words. Sephiroth could barely contain his excitement. This was the Egg Chamber – the heavily protected chamber that contained the two dragon eggs. Sephiroth now knew how heavily protected it was: they had passed seven warded doorways and at least fifty soldiers on their way here.
Sephiroth watched as the large, heavily barricaded door swung open silently, on oiled hinges. Galbatorix stepped inside and Sephiroth followed him. It was a dark room and he could practically feel the dark, malicious wards pressing on him, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to rise. Galbatorix stepped into the middle of the room and snapped a word: "Brisingr!" The room was flooded with deep red light, looking as if it were bathed in blood. Galbatorix moved toward a chest, while Sephiroth waited in the back of the room, tense with excitement. Yet apprehension was coiled deep in his chest – what if none of the eggs hatched for him?
The chest was black, covered with horrible looking spikes. Galbatorix moved his hand through the air over it. Something seemed to snap, then the chest gave a light click and creaked open. Galbatorix turned to Sephiroth.
"Come here."
Sephiroth moved mindlessly forward, staring at the eggs. One was lime green, the other a deep gray. Sephiroth stared at them, and almost hoped he'd get the green one. The gray looked rather...dull. But either would be absolutely awesome, he knew.
"Pick one up," Galbatorix ordered. "And keep it in your hand for at least thirty seconds."
Sephiroth leaned forward and gingerly picked up the green egg, feeling it weigh heavily in his hands. The outside shell was smooth and warm, and harder than rock. He held it, ran his fingers gently over the surface, and stared at it. Together, Galbatorix and Sephiroth waited. Nothing happened. The thirty seconds passed, then forty.
Sephiroth sighed and replaced the egg back into the chest with trembling fingers. Galbatorix's expression never changed.
Sephiroth then picked up the gray egg, and nearly gasped. The egg was freezing cold! Something akin to an electric shock ran through him.
"It's cold!" he gasped. "So cold!"
Galbatorix gave him a look. "That egg has always been cold. Hold it."
Sephiroth held it. Ten seconds. The egg seemed to get even colder. Twenty seconds. It was ice in his hands. Then there was a soft noise from the egg, like a muffled squeak.
Galbatorix leaned forward. Sephiroth's breathing began to accelerate. Another squeak, louder. He stared at it a moment. Then delight flooded his face. "It's going to hatch!" he whispered, unable to shout, his joy was so intense.
A fierce, almost malevolent triumph appeared on Galbatorix's face. "Hold it!" he ordered roughly, but one could hear the passion behind his voice, almost a mad glee.
Sephiroth waited. They waited patiently for the egg to crack, waited as the squeaks grew louder and louder. For a whole half hour they stood there, but Galbatorix's patience never shortened.
Then the egg cracked! Startled, Sephiroth nearly dropped it, as a small, weirdly angled creature crawled out, covered in sticky membrane.
Galbatorix relaxed, but his eyes were gleaming madly. "It has hatched!" he hissed, triumph clear on his features.
Sephiroth reached forward, pulled by a strange impulse, and touched the creature on the nose. A jolt of lightning cracked down onto his arm, throwing him backwards with his ferocity. He let out a scream as his palm flashed silver. When he looked down, it was there. The silver palm. The dragon, still clutched in his arms, stared up at him with a penetrating, fiercely cunning gaze.
He was a Rider.
~
Dragon
Name: Sanies (SANE-eez)
Age: Just over one year
Scales: A clouded deep gray, non-reflective
Spikes: Blood-red, curved slightly backwards
Eyes: Blood-red as well, with silver flecks
Size: About the size of Thorn, a bit small for a dragon, but slimmer. Wings are a tad large.
Personality: Likes to eat people. Somewhat akin to Galbatorix. Secretive, cold, quick to anger, and a bit crazy at times.
Full Name: Valedico Sephiroth
Nickname: Seph
Race:: Human
Side: Empire
Birthplace: Dras-Leona
Age: 23 years
Gender: Male
Birthday: Midwinter, exact date unknown
Eyes: Pale brown, penetrating
Hair: Dark brown with black streaks, often tangled, very thick. Falls down to just past his ears.
Skin: Very white, pale, chalklike
Weight: 155 pounds
Height: 5'10"
Magic User: Yes, but not as strong as some.
Clothing: A black shirt with wide, long sleeves, and a pair of black trousers made out of some heavy material. Heavy leather boots.
Preferred Weapon(s): A hand-and-a-half sword, in the finest steel available, with a wire-wrapped hilt. He has spelled the blade to look slightly transparent, for his own reasons, and named it West. He is highly skilled with it, almost elf level, but not quite. He doesn't have the speed of an elf, but his technical ability is high. He also carries a left hand dagger, a slender blade 16 inches long with a jade handle, with a light poison on it.
Personality: Sephiroth has a bit of a "Loner" syndrome. He doesn't really like company, is more-or-less asocial, and does his best to drive people away when they come too close. Because of that, wears sarcasm like a second skin. When he does decide to speak his opinion of something, it is said clearly and simply, without diplomacy. Sometimes that can get him in trouble, but he doesn't feel any need to impress people with long, flattering words. However, if you can somehow get through the sarcasm to the person underneath, he can turn out to be a very pleasant person. For a while, anyway. But he also has a tendency to hold grudges, so be careful what you say.
Sephiroth is a schemer, witty, cunning, and has a very logical train of thought. His mind is like a bottomless hole, easily able to attain, categorize, and store any information that might be shoved at it. He has a real thirst for knowledge, never missing any opportunity to learn even more. And there is always one extremely logical part of his mind, no matter how panicky or furious Sephiroth might be right then, that will take out pencil and paper and record everything down so he can look at it later, to better understand everything that happened. Unfortunately, if he loses his temper, that little logical part of his mind will go hide in a corner and Sephiroth will be transformed into a quite vicious killing machine, without his logic to scold him. Though that doesn't happen very often.
Likes/Dislikes: Likes dragons, reading books, and being sarcastic. Likes mysteries, werecats, and trying to solve puzzles. Dislikes people who think they can rebel against Galbatorix. Dislikes elves especially.
Family: His father's name was Lethe (dead) and his mother's name Anath. He used to have a brother, but the brother died at thirteen months from a sickness.
Brief History: Sephiroth was born in Uru'baen, into a rich family. His father, Lethe, was one of the main strategists in Galbatorix's military. This gave Sephiroth a high standing in life right from the start. He had almost everything he could have ever wanted, as well as free access to the palace kitchens, which he enjoyed profusely. Living so closely to Galbatorix disturbed Sephiroth a bit, but he was careful to never to go too deep into the palace.
When he was ten, his mother, Anath, had a second child. She named him Serahdim. But Serahdim died at the age of thirteen months, just over a year. Sephiroth was stricken by his death, while his mother locked into a grief mode. A few years later she died as well.
By that time Sephiroth was thirteen, and Lethe advanced another rank, moving into Galbatorix's sub-council. Lethe and Sephiroth moved into the palace permanently, and Lethe began tutoring Sephiroth in the ways of the court. Sephiroth was already learned in many things, but now he was learning each and every detail.
When Sephiroth turned fifteen, he was already in good standing with Galbatorix, through his father's influence. He had also learned many things about his father's job, and began to help him in his work, until it was no longer just Lethe who was the strategist, but Sephiroth also, though Lethe held the title. Galbatorix began to take a notice to him.
Three years later, Lethe was assassinated. Sephiroth was called to his father's position, and took up the position. Fortunately, he fell into the role of strategist easily, despite all his misgivings. He continued as a strategist in the sub-council for two year, planning how to sabotage the Varden. Then one month Galbatorix met him personally and got him to touch one of the dragon eggs. It hatched for him, leaving Sephiroth amazed and delighted. He quickly fell under Galbatorix's sway and is a loyal rider to the Empire. However, he is not one of Galbatorix's favorites.
Anything extra: None.
RP Sample: Galbatorix strode ahead of Sephiroth to a large door and hissed a few indecipherable words. Sephiroth could barely contain his excitement. This was the Egg Chamber – the heavily protected chamber that contained the two dragon eggs. Sephiroth now knew how heavily protected it was: they had passed seven warded doorways and at least fifty soldiers on their way here.
Sephiroth watched as the large, heavily barricaded door swung open silently, on oiled hinges. Galbatorix stepped inside and Sephiroth followed him. It was a dark room and he could practically feel the dark, malicious wards pressing on him, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to rise. Galbatorix stepped into the middle of the room and snapped a word: "Brisingr!" The room was flooded with deep red light, looking as if it were bathed in blood. Galbatorix moved toward a chest, while Sephiroth waited in the back of the room, tense with excitement. Yet apprehension was coiled deep in his chest – what if none of the eggs hatched for him?
The chest was black, covered with horrible looking spikes. Galbatorix moved his hand through the air over it. Something seemed to snap, then the chest gave a light click and creaked open. Galbatorix turned to Sephiroth.
"Come here."
Sephiroth moved mindlessly forward, staring at the eggs. One was lime green, the other a deep gray. Sephiroth stared at them, and almost hoped he'd get the green one. The gray looked rather...dull. But either would be absolutely awesome, he knew.
"Pick one up," Galbatorix ordered. "And keep it in your hand for at least thirty seconds."
Sephiroth leaned forward and gingerly picked up the green egg, feeling it weigh heavily in his hands. The outside shell was smooth and warm, and harder than rock. He held it, ran his fingers gently over the surface, and stared at it. Together, Galbatorix and Sephiroth waited. Nothing happened. The thirty seconds passed, then forty.
Sephiroth sighed and replaced the egg back into the chest with trembling fingers. Galbatorix's expression never changed.
Sephiroth then picked up the gray egg, and nearly gasped. The egg was freezing cold! Something akin to an electric shock ran through him.
"It's cold!" he gasped. "So cold!"
Galbatorix gave him a look. "That egg has always been cold. Hold it."
Sephiroth held it. Ten seconds. The egg seemed to get even colder. Twenty seconds. It was ice in his hands. Then there was a soft noise from the egg, like a muffled squeak.
Galbatorix leaned forward. Sephiroth's breathing began to accelerate. Another squeak, louder. He stared at it a moment. Then delight flooded his face. "It's going to hatch!" he whispered, unable to shout, his joy was so intense.
A fierce, almost malevolent triumph appeared on Galbatorix's face. "Hold it!" he ordered roughly, but one could hear the passion behind his voice, almost a mad glee.
Sephiroth waited. They waited patiently for the egg to crack, waited as the squeaks grew louder and louder. For a whole half hour they stood there, but Galbatorix's patience never shortened.
Then the egg cracked! Startled, Sephiroth nearly dropped it, as a small, weirdly angled creature crawled out, covered in sticky membrane.
Galbatorix relaxed, but his eyes were gleaming madly. "It has hatched!" he hissed, triumph clear on his features.
Sephiroth reached forward, pulled by a strange impulse, and touched the creature on the nose. A jolt of lightning cracked down onto his arm, throwing him backwards with his ferocity. He let out a scream as his palm flashed silver. When he looked down, it was there. The silver palm. The dragon, still clutched in his arms, stared up at him with a penetrating, fiercely cunning gaze.
He was a Rider.
~
Dragon
Name: Sanies (SANE-eez)
Age: Just over one year
Scales: A clouded deep gray, non-reflective
Spikes: Blood-red, curved slightly backwards
Eyes: Blood-red as well, with silver flecks
Size: About the size of Thorn, a bit small for a dragon, but slimmer. Wings are a tad large.
Personality: Likes to eat people. Somewhat akin to Galbatorix. Secretive, cold, quick to anger, and a bit crazy at times.
