Verroq
Nov 4, 2011 23:56:04 GMT -5
Post by Wikvaya on Nov 4, 2011 23:56:04 GMT -5
Full Name: Verroq
Other name: None
Race:: Shade (Formerly a Desert-Human)
Side: Empire
Birthplace: The Hadrac Desert
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Birthday: October 13th
Eyes: Bright Red
Hair: Darker Red (Maroon)
Weight: 174 lbs
Height: 6’4’’
Magic User: Yes
Preferred Weapon(s): Verroq carries with him a falchion. Its hilt is made of polished metal and is stained with a dark blue hue. The guard is equally as intricate, the carvings and designs on it streaked with purple. The blade itself is short and broad, rather like a machete, and looks rather heavy.
Personality: Verroq, as all shades are, is a cold, calculating, creature of pure evil. Every deed he does is geared towards his ultimate goal, chaos. He loves chaos. He aspires to make all of his endeavors have that same, beautiful result. This is why he chose to follow Galbatorix and not try and challenge him. To him, Galbatorix is the ultimate personification of chaotic falsification. In other words, Galbatorix may have an empire, the but he certainly doesn’t mind letting it fall into chaos.
Typically, however, you will not know this of him. He hides his true intentions behind an aura of calm gentlemanliness and politeness. He will rarely display outward bursts of anger, and even more rare he will not exhibit any signs of irritation whatsoever. He will just keep smiling his fanged smile and then do something horrible to you without even flinching.
Appearance: Verroq, outwardly, looks like quite a flamboyant man. He wears pants, shoes, and an over-vest that are all purple with dark pink stripes and covering a loose white shirt. His top hat is dark purple with purple and dark pink crisscrossing triangles around the brim and a few feathers on the side. There falls to his feet a pink cloak with intricate tribal designs on it. On his neck is donned a necklace with the fangs of some unknown creature as well as a miniature skull.
As for his normal body features, he is tall, lean, and muscled. Most men would probably think they could take him in a fistfight, if not for his supernatural strength. His skin is tanned from years amongst the sands of the Hadrac. His hair is long and maroon, usually tied back in a loose ponytail and stretching down his cheeks to form sideburns. His eyes are bright red in a sinister, scheming way, and his canines extend to form fangs, common for most Shades. Quite possibly the most interesting thing about him, however, is his face. It is the image of a skull with the lips stitched together It isn’t tattooed, merely facepainted, but neither does the paint ever fade on his cheek.
Likes/Dislikes
Likes:
-Chaos
-Persuading the weak minded
-Killing the strong minded
-Torture
-Riddles
Dislikes:
-The strong minded
-Humanity (As well as other races) in general
-People who escape him
-Chasing the people who escape from him
-Disrespect
Strengths:
-Supernatural Strength and Speed
-Capable Swordsman
-Formidable Spellcaster
-Supremely Good Persuader
-Immortal Unless Stabbed Through the Heart
Weakness:
-Never Tries to Make Friends
-Heart Wound Will Kill
Family: He killed them all.
Not-So-Brief History: Verroq was born to a very diverse tribe of the desert folk. He was not Verroq then, however. His name was Morobi. His tribe shunned everything modern about thinking and treated their Gods like malevolent deities who would sooner wreck everything about your life as grant all your innermost desires. For this reason, they kept in the Gods’ good graces by making blood sacrifices of an incredibly dark kind. Verroq, or Morobi, proved to be a natural at pleasing the Gods. At a young age, he exhibited great skill by coaxing the terrified animals about to be sacrificed to actually willingly go to the altars.
At his coming of age, he was given a very prestigious position in the tribe, Keeper of the Dead, and invited to choose a woman for himself. He refrained from this. Most questioned him about why, but he merely replied that “The Dead keep no company, and neither shall I.” This would prove to be false, as a requirement for seeing a corpse into the afterlife was summoning a spirit to make it so. Nevertheless, he soon became a recluse after being taught what he was taught.
A smart recluse, and a malicious one, but a recluse nonetheless.
And in his schemes, he began to summon more and more spirits, using them not for his practice, but to control his tribe and make them believe the wrath of the Gods was upon them. And who on the whole of Alagaesia could protect them from such horrors? Why, the man who had the good graces of the Gods, of course. Morobi was made tribal leader at a very young age.
Immediately he began to modify things to suit his own purposes. He killed all that defied him and felt no pity for their troubles. They were ruled with an iron fist, the iron fist of someone both cruel and uncaring. Seeing this, they decided to rebel. Everyone did. Morobi’s family, friends; all wanted him dead. Coming to end his life, Morobi began to bind numerous amounts of spirits to exact revenge on them.
And it worked, in a way.
Except the spirits were too powerful and flowed into him, corrupting him (if possible) yet further and ending the rebellion once and for all, for he was now Verroq. He showed no pity to anyone.
Anything extra: Nothing.
Other name: None
Race:: Shade (Formerly a Desert-Human)
Side: Empire
Birthplace: The Hadrac Desert
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Birthday: October 13th
Eyes: Bright Red
Hair: Darker Red (Maroon)
Weight: 174 lbs
Height: 6’4’’
Magic User: Yes
Preferred Weapon(s): Verroq carries with him a falchion. Its hilt is made of polished metal and is stained with a dark blue hue. The guard is equally as intricate, the carvings and designs on it streaked with purple. The blade itself is short and broad, rather like a machete, and looks rather heavy.
Personality: Verroq, as all shades are, is a cold, calculating, creature of pure evil. Every deed he does is geared towards his ultimate goal, chaos. He loves chaos. He aspires to make all of his endeavors have that same, beautiful result. This is why he chose to follow Galbatorix and not try and challenge him. To him, Galbatorix is the ultimate personification of chaotic falsification. In other words, Galbatorix may have an empire, the but he certainly doesn’t mind letting it fall into chaos.
Typically, however, you will not know this of him. He hides his true intentions behind an aura of calm gentlemanliness and politeness. He will rarely display outward bursts of anger, and even more rare he will not exhibit any signs of irritation whatsoever. He will just keep smiling his fanged smile and then do something horrible to you without even flinching.
Appearance: Verroq, outwardly, looks like quite a flamboyant man. He wears pants, shoes, and an over-vest that are all purple with dark pink stripes and covering a loose white shirt. His top hat is dark purple with purple and dark pink crisscrossing triangles around the brim and a few feathers on the side. There falls to his feet a pink cloak with intricate tribal designs on it. On his neck is donned a necklace with the fangs of some unknown creature as well as a miniature skull.
As for his normal body features, he is tall, lean, and muscled. Most men would probably think they could take him in a fistfight, if not for his supernatural strength. His skin is tanned from years amongst the sands of the Hadrac. His hair is long and maroon, usually tied back in a loose ponytail and stretching down his cheeks to form sideburns. His eyes are bright red in a sinister, scheming way, and his canines extend to form fangs, common for most Shades. Quite possibly the most interesting thing about him, however, is his face. It is the image of a skull with the lips stitched together It isn’t tattooed, merely facepainted, but neither does the paint ever fade on his cheek.
Likes/Dislikes
Likes:
-Chaos
-Persuading the weak minded
-Killing the strong minded
-Torture
-Riddles
Dislikes:
-The strong minded
-Humanity (As well as other races) in general
-People who escape him
-Chasing the people who escape from him
-Disrespect
Strengths:
-Supernatural Strength and Speed
-Capable Swordsman
-Formidable Spellcaster
-Supremely Good Persuader
-Immortal Unless Stabbed Through the Heart
Weakness:
-Never Tries to Make Friends
-Heart Wound Will Kill
Family: He killed them all.
Not-So-Brief History: Verroq was born to a very diverse tribe of the desert folk. He was not Verroq then, however. His name was Morobi. His tribe shunned everything modern about thinking and treated their Gods like malevolent deities who would sooner wreck everything about your life as grant all your innermost desires. For this reason, they kept in the Gods’ good graces by making blood sacrifices of an incredibly dark kind. Verroq, or Morobi, proved to be a natural at pleasing the Gods. At a young age, he exhibited great skill by coaxing the terrified animals about to be sacrificed to actually willingly go to the altars.
At his coming of age, he was given a very prestigious position in the tribe, Keeper of the Dead, and invited to choose a woman for himself. He refrained from this. Most questioned him about why, but he merely replied that “The Dead keep no company, and neither shall I.” This would prove to be false, as a requirement for seeing a corpse into the afterlife was summoning a spirit to make it so. Nevertheless, he soon became a recluse after being taught what he was taught.
A smart recluse, and a malicious one, but a recluse nonetheless.
And in his schemes, he began to summon more and more spirits, using them not for his practice, but to control his tribe and make them believe the wrath of the Gods was upon them. And who on the whole of Alagaesia could protect them from such horrors? Why, the man who had the good graces of the Gods, of course. Morobi was made tribal leader at a very young age.
Immediately he began to modify things to suit his own purposes. He killed all that defied him and felt no pity for their troubles. They were ruled with an iron fist, the iron fist of someone both cruel and uncaring. Seeing this, they decided to rebel. Everyone did. Morobi’s family, friends; all wanted him dead. Coming to end his life, Morobi began to bind numerous amounts of spirits to exact revenge on them.
And it worked, in a way.
Except the spirits were too powerful and flowed into him, corrupting him (if possible) yet further and ending the rebellion once and for all, for he was now Verroq. He showed no pity to anyone.
Anything extra: Nothing.
