Alan Wake
Sept 30, 2008 14:50:41 GMT -5
Post by Zero on Sept 30, 2008 14:50:41 GMT -5
Full Name: Alan Tailkate Wake
Other name: Zero
Race:: Cursed Human
Side: Neutral... but leaning towards the Varden
Birthplace: Gil'ead
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Birthday: Febuary 14th
Eyes: Red
Hair: White, dangling, hasn't been cut in a while.
Weight: 101 lbs.
Height: 5'6"
Magic User: No, but the curse has Magical effects on his well-being.
Preferred Weapon(s): The Cuffs around his hands are his only weapons. They are dented by attempts to escape, or take them off in desperation. The chains still dangle from the cuffs, which he uses to attack his enemies, and disarm them.
Personality: Alan isn't worldly- he has no friends, and no attachment to the world he's forced to live in. As a result of his prison years he's hardened up, and doesn't really take to making new "allies." He likes different kinds of food though. And he never eats meat... out of choice. He also likes to show off his intellect and quick-thinking. He's not insufferable, or anything- he just likes to show off a bit. He's a little self-confident, but not brattish about it, though he likes one.
Appearance: Alan looks like a 16-year-old young man, and may look like that for a long time. He is scarred from his constant torture in prison, and this includes a scar that runs beneath both of his red eyes. As an albino, Alan has really light skin, but it's been slightly darkened from his time under the sun. He is thin but since he's gotten out of jail, his body has gained more muscle, which he likes to keep balanced- not too strong, but not too fast- in order to able to adapt to certain situations faster.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes:
- To be able to see the sun
- That his body heals itself... it's rather useful.
- Having chains for weapons. How many other people have CHAINS for weapons?
Dislikes:
- Prison, the law, the government. Just hates "the man" in general.
- The fact that he can't use knives, or swords, or daggers... i mean, where's the fun without those?
- Keeping his handcuffs on all the time.
Strengths: Alan's a thinker- he's got near genius intellect and alot of time to ponder and understand the actions of humans, and other beings along those lines. He will simply devour every book he gets his hands on, and likes being able to show that off.
Weakness: Alan has very poor Social skills. His suffering and his story adds to the amount of hurt that rests on his soul. He doesn't know what it's like to kill people, though he will continue to deny this. His self-confidence will also occasionally get in the way of his own plans.
Family:
Mother: Marianne El Remaros-Deceased
Father: Tellianos son of Martus- Forsworn, deceased
No siblings.
Not-So-Brief History: Alan was barely born when his father was tracked down by the Varden. He was hero of sorts, that had tried his best to disconnect himself from the war-torn world, spreading the story that he'd been killed. Rather, his dragon was dead, and with Trident dead, many assumed Tellianos had died along with it.
This news was met happily by the accursed Varden. But to the King of Alagaesia, the death of the weakest Forsworn was of little coincidence. Tellianos had escaped the wars to live in peace with a nice girl he'd taken a liking to. Sure enough, one thing led to another. He got married, led a fairly wealthy life, and had a son.
But when you kill droves upon droves of people, there are going to be repercussions. He'd killed Elves, Humans, Urgals, and even the rare Dwarf. His hands were stained in blood that existed in, supposedly, thousands of humanoids. Amongst them was a very notable Elven spellcaster, whose name was erased with the annels of time. But his effect on Alan is forever engraved in Alan's mind.
In one of the few distinct memories Alan possesses, he recalls this scene:
His father had bounded into the house with inhuman speed. He whispered in his wife's ear, who blanches immediately and asks, "How did they know?"
"Magic has its ways," the man had replied, shaking his head back and forth as he reached into the closet beside him. For the first time since he'd left the Empire, his father beheld his blade, as ready to fight as it was the day he'd last sheathed it.
He'd rushed outside with the blade buckled at his waist. Alan never saw him again. Instead, his mother had picked him up, claiming that "daddy will be back in a moment," and other soothing lines from her own memories. Alan just looked back at the house as he was carried away from his home. And he watches it as it is blown to splinters by a mystical force. Alan was awed by the ease it had been destroyed, not caring for the minimal toys he'd been given.
Finally, his mother had entered a glade, trying to hide herself and Alan as he began to whine for his dad. It was here the Elf attacked. He quickly lopped off Alan's mom's head, her body slumping to the ground, a snarl alighting the elf's face he approached the frightened four year old. Instantly, Alan's mind began to throb, as the Elf entered his mind, burrowing deep into the boy's subconscious. The Elf muttered some words in his own language, and boy suddenly wanted to hurl.
"So, you're the Forsworn's son, are you?" the Elf barked over the reeling boy. "You're the son of a murderer, huh?" He kicked Alan over, the four-year-old crying in fear. He was alone with a crazy person. "Do you realize how many he'd killed? Wives, Children, Fathers. Are you proud of your father?" Alan did not understand the words back then, but he was choking on his own words, trying to speak.
"Well then," said the Elf, assuming an air of command. "I'll leave with just this..." The rest was in the Ancient Language, but the words made tangible sense to Alan-
"From now and forever,
you shall be cursed.
Cursed, cursed, like many before you.
But your curse is far harsher.
Your father's sins are now yours.
May you live, Son of Tellianos,
chained to your sins and youth forever.
May your life never end, hell as it may be.
This is your curse, [Alan's TRUE name]
May you never wield a blade
May you pay for your father's sins...
for no one else will."
Alan was stabbed through the chest in good measure, left lie on the floor, stabbed straight through...
But he lived...
He lived in agonizing pain, the feeling of loneliness and depression and remorse setting in, all focused on the murders he'd seen. All that had stood before him was the vengeful elf, a sneer alighting his lips. Alan was cursed. He was cursed to live forever, and in the ancient language too. Around him, plants shriveled and died, and Alan began to heal. The blade pushed from his body, as if it rejected the blade altogether.
Of course, one crazy King was delighted by him. Alan was brought before him, borderline conscious, and had his mind drilled once more. But by now, Alan was aware of the wars of the mind. Galbotorix was surprised to find the boy's mind slightly blocked, but he brushed it aside soon enough. Galbotorix was surprised by the boy's uncanny ability to heal himself without purposefully trying to create a spell.
Eventually, the King grew tired of his sport. Because Tellianor was a traitor, he had the boy thrown into one of his better prison cells...
Anything extra: Alan is cursed to heal himself after each wound- the intention of the curse was to make him feel the pain of a thousand men.
About how he breaks out- can I talk with someone about that?
Because I'd really like it if it had something to do with the plot. It'd be interesting.
Password: =[Admin Edit]=
Other name: Zero
Race:: Cursed Human
Side: Neutral... but leaning towards the Varden
Birthplace: Gil'ead
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Birthday: Febuary 14th
Eyes: Red
Hair: White, dangling, hasn't been cut in a while.
Weight: 101 lbs.
Height: 5'6"
Magic User: No, but the curse has Magical effects on his well-being.
Preferred Weapon(s): The Cuffs around his hands are his only weapons. They are dented by attempts to escape, or take them off in desperation. The chains still dangle from the cuffs, which he uses to attack his enemies, and disarm them.
Personality: Alan isn't worldly- he has no friends, and no attachment to the world he's forced to live in. As a result of his prison years he's hardened up, and doesn't really take to making new "allies." He likes different kinds of food though. And he never eats meat... out of choice. He also likes to show off his intellect and quick-thinking. He's not insufferable, or anything- he just likes to show off a bit. He's a little self-confident, but not brattish about it, though he likes one.
Appearance: Alan looks like a 16-year-old young man, and may look like that for a long time. He is scarred from his constant torture in prison, and this includes a scar that runs beneath both of his red eyes. As an albino, Alan has really light skin, but it's been slightly darkened from his time under the sun. He is thin but since he's gotten out of jail, his body has gained more muscle, which he likes to keep balanced- not too strong, but not too fast- in order to able to adapt to certain situations faster.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes:
- To be able to see the sun
- That his body heals itself... it's rather useful.
- Having chains for weapons. How many other people have CHAINS for weapons?
Dislikes:
- Prison, the law, the government. Just hates "the man" in general.
- The fact that he can't use knives, or swords, or daggers... i mean, where's the fun without those?
- Keeping his handcuffs on all the time.
Strengths: Alan's a thinker- he's got near genius intellect and alot of time to ponder and understand the actions of humans, and other beings along those lines. He will simply devour every book he gets his hands on, and likes being able to show that off.
Weakness: Alan has very poor Social skills. His suffering and his story adds to the amount of hurt that rests on his soul. He doesn't know what it's like to kill people, though he will continue to deny this. His self-confidence will also occasionally get in the way of his own plans.
Family:
Mother: Marianne El Remaros-Deceased
Father: Tellianos son of Martus- Forsworn, deceased
No siblings.
Not-So-Brief History: Alan was barely born when his father was tracked down by the Varden. He was hero of sorts, that had tried his best to disconnect himself from the war-torn world, spreading the story that he'd been killed. Rather, his dragon was dead, and with Trident dead, many assumed Tellianos had died along with it.
This news was met happily by the accursed Varden. But to the King of Alagaesia, the death of the weakest Forsworn was of little coincidence. Tellianos had escaped the wars to live in peace with a nice girl he'd taken a liking to. Sure enough, one thing led to another. He got married, led a fairly wealthy life, and had a son.
But when you kill droves upon droves of people, there are going to be repercussions. He'd killed Elves, Humans, Urgals, and even the rare Dwarf. His hands were stained in blood that existed in, supposedly, thousands of humanoids. Amongst them was a very notable Elven spellcaster, whose name was erased with the annels of time. But his effect on Alan is forever engraved in Alan's mind.
In one of the few distinct memories Alan possesses, he recalls this scene:
His father had bounded into the house with inhuman speed. He whispered in his wife's ear, who blanches immediately and asks, "How did they know?"
"Magic has its ways," the man had replied, shaking his head back and forth as he reached into the closet beside him. For the first time since he'd left the Empire, his father beheld his blade, as ready to fight as it was the day he'd last sheathed it.
He'd rushed outside with the blade buckled at his waist. Alan never saw him again. Instead, his mother had picked him up, claiming that "daddy will be back in a moment," and other soothing lines from her own memories. Alan just looked back at the house as he was carried away from his home. And he watches it as it is blown to splinters by a mystical force. Alan was awed by the ease it had been destroyed, not caring for the minimal toys he'd been given.
Finally, his mother had entered a glade, trying to hide herself and Alan as he began to whine for his dad. It was here the Elf attacked. He quickly lopped off Alan's mom's head, her body slumping to the ground, a snarl alighting the elf's face he approached the frightened four year old. Instantly, Alan's mind began to throb, as the Elf entered his mind, burrowing deep into the boy's subconscious. The Elf muttered some words in his own language, and boy suddenly wanted to hurl.
"So, you're the Forsworn's son, are you?" the Elf barked over the reeling boy. "You're the son of a murderer, huh?" He kicked Alan over, the four-year-old crying in fear. He was alone with a crazy person. "Do you realize how many he'd killed? Wives, Children, Fathers. Are you proud of your father?" Alan did not understand the words back then, but he was choking on his own words, trying to speak.
"Well then," said the Elf, assuming an air of command. "I'll leave with just this..." The rest was in the Ancient Language, but the words made tangible sense to Alan-
"From now and forever,
you shall be cursed.
Cursed, cursed, like many before you.
But your curse is far harsher.
Your father's sins are now yours.
May you live, Son of Tellianos,
chained to your sins and youth forever.
May your life never end, hell as it may be.
This is your curse, [Alan's TRUE name]
May you never wield a blade
May you pay for your father's sins...
for no one else will."
Alan was stabbed through the chest in good measure, left lie on the floor, stabbed straight through...
But he lived...
He lived in agonizing pain, the feeling of loneliness and depression and remorse setting in, all focused on the murders he'd seen. All that had stood before him was the vengeful elf, a sneer alighting his lips. Alan was cursed. He was cursed to live forever, and in the ancient language too. Around him, plants shriveled and died, and Alan began to heal. The blade pushed from his body, as if it rejected the blade altogether.
Of course, one crazy King was delighted by him. Alan was brought before him, borderline conscious, and had his mind drilled once more. But by now, Alan was aware of the wars of the mind. Galbotorix was surprised to find the boy's mind slightly blocked, but he brushed it aside soon enough. Galbotorix was surprised by the boy's uncanny ability to heal himself without purposefully trying to create a spell.
Eventually, the King grew tired of his sport. Because Tellianor was a traitor, he had the boy thrown into one of his better prison cells...
Anything extra: Alan is cursed to heal himself after each wound- the intention of the curse was to make him feel the pain of a thousand men.
About how he breaks out- can I talk with someone about that?
Because I'd really like it if it had something to do with the plot. It'd be interesting.
Password: =[Admin Edit]=
