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| Vicis Vinco; Time Surpass | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 15 2008, 03:06 PM (96 Views) | |
| Vivi | Jun 15 2008, 03:06 PM Post #1 |
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Character Name:Vicis Vinco Age: Unkown, appears about 25. Unless you look into his eyes. Species: Ghost Job: Well, ghosts don't really need jobs but if he's bored he might partake in any job he wishes, given a vast inelligence. Relationships: Unforunately, ghosts don't seem to be very attractive to mortals. Family: They've all passed on to where they belong. Physical Description: Click Here, admins. When you find the time upload it in the way you want. Physically slim, one might go as far as to say fit though it would be difficult to tell given the covering nature of the thick, heavy robes he wears. His robes come in seperate layers, there are peices on each robe which have a fluffy pouldron at the top, belted sleeves down the upper arms to finish with a split in the sleeve to let his elbows out. The split, and the sleeves continue down to his shins however. with flowing buckled tassles coming off the end. The body part of his robe consists of a sash-like peice of fabric wrapping around his waist, with a section of it looping up around his neck. From the bottom of this sash comes a half-cape along the back only, covering the backs of Vicis' legs. A rectangle extends from each side of the cape, crossing over at the front to form an X shape over Vicis' crotch before reconnecting at the sash. (For stability purposes as well as hidden pockets.) Under that is a pair of brown, somewhat puffy trousers which are tucked into the tops of a pair of black knee-high buckled boots. Once, when Vicis was human he had pale but warm skin, only a very few freckles speckling it, and if he chooses to physically materialise this is how he will appear. However if you see his ghostly visage prepare to be frightened for his skin looks like it's made of rock, dark, cracked and hard. As for his face, as a ghost you will see nothing but two glowing eyes from a shadowed face. (That shadow is not infact cast from the hat, a very strange and rare design handcrafted by his parents. The logo that adorns both the robe and the hat is his family crest.) If, most likely, you see him as a humanoid he will have long, dark locks of hair flowing down either side of his head and curling very slightly inwards toward his chest at the end. His actual features are quite graceful, inherited from his mother (Not nearly as much as what his sister got however...) He has an averagely sized nose, with a slight downward point to the end of it though it doesn't stick out too far, and somewhat fine lips which are usually set in a small smile at either end. His eyes were originally green but alas, the eyes may indeed be the portal to the soul after what he has seen and how they appear now. Personality: His personality is odd and amazing at the same time. He's generally very nice and kind, he sees no reason to be harmful to anything because during his long life it all became pointless. He views everything with the attitude of "well it happens." so it would be quite hard to try and get pity out of him however. Other than that, he is quite the eccentric, again seeing no reason to behave in any other way than how he wants to. He may appear to be emotionless at first, but despite his strange experiences and infinte knowledge he still carries the mortal traits. At first meet he might seem nihilistic. Skills: His skills have a massive range, from his many previous lives as warlocks and other humanoid beings. Unlike his memories, he retains the instinctual knowledge of his magic and skills. He is very talented with most kidns of weapons, having had as much time to practice as he desired. He would generally choose a sword, or a magic-challeing staff weapon to cope with his lack of a real body. Which brings one on to another trait he learned during his long days of nothing. Without a body one has sufficiently lowered magical capabilities, almost none in fact. However Vicis has learned to tap into the power of the afterlife and draw from it at will, so long as he has something as a medium, in this way he can use another living thing or an object with a magical affinity to cast more powerful spells. The things he can do range from mass destruction, to healing a battlefield of dead soldiers but that is all of course dependent on what he can use. Without sufficient channeling, he would be able to cast magic at an average level, like an average person at best. He has evolved his powers to work by thought also, so all he need do to say; shoot a fireball, is will it to be so. Finally a power related specifically to being a ghost, he has built up a large pool of stamina, enough to maintain his solid form as a ghost for 300 of the days in a year. Though he appears solid, perfectly normal, he must devote a great amount of concentration into it, which often he does not and thus you might see him hovering along a few inches off the floor or inside it. His solid form is outgoing only, which would mean that although he can touch things, things cannot touch him. It's both a blessing and a curse. History: He started off as a normal human man, only a few years past of the present time. He and his entire family were holding a huge celebration for his sister's wedding, she was to wed a shapeshifter who had sworn to keep one form just for her, it was a truly amazing love. The ceremony was taking place in the middle of some snow fields on earth. Warlocks had been hired to keep the temperature war yet stop the ice from melting, keeping it's ever shine. Clearly visable was a towering glacier, looking to be made of light itself. It is at beautiful and wonderous times like that, disaster loves to strike, it did so. Despite the warlock's best efforts, the snow began to melt and the glacier crumble, and crumble it did. Billions of needle-like, knife-like and glass-like shards showering down from the sky as the ice burst from the changes in heat. They killed everyone, even the shapeshifter who would not break his vow and change himself to safety. It is then that it all started for Vicis really, as he felt himself being pulled to the afterlife, an anchor grabbing at the heart of his soul. He resisted with every once of everything he had in his body, and found himself drifting further away from life before everything stopped. He had willed himself so hard to end up there; in between life and death. Not strong enough to pull himself back and not weak enough to pass on, now. It is there he sat for an unknown amount of time, it was like a dream, it passed in a second. The anchor of his soul began pulling again, but it felt different this time. Before it felt as if it had been pulling, now it was just falling and falling. It was here that Vicis has the most unfathomable experience possible. He started to be filled with what could only be describe as time, he felt like he was living everything in the universe all at once, at the same time. This went on for an eternity, althought it would seem again like only a second before Vicis simply found himself, standing in the middle of nowhere. A bright, blue sky above his head that seemed fresher and newer than anything before, it was absolutely clear. Looking around more, he saw the beginnings of animals, a tiny thing that looked like a mouse except with smaller ears and a longer tail came chasing towards him. He watched it with interested intull he realised with dismay that it had gone right under his foot; he was hovering. It then hit him that despite all his experiences he was still dead, still a ghost. Another passage of time later, a magnificent city began to build itself up, a cultural hub of many many races. This was to become the city of Ris'Mos. He had become so excited at his first glance of humanity in so long, he began to practice heavily the skills needed to commune with them. It is in this way that he achieved the ability to manifest himself normally. With that down, he integrated himself into normal life for yet another long passage of time, he lived a thousand warlock's lives and lived with countless other species, observing and learning from them since their very beginnings, It was by now that he realised that, although he knew he had always been there he could remember nothing more than 2 years ago. He knew that he had once knew everything, but he could not remember any of those details. He would only be gifted with brief memories, perhaps one in a thousand people he met might remind him of their ancestors or indeed descendents. He realised that if he continued like this, he might forget the now amazing knowledge of magic and spells he had gained, along with his knowledge of using the spiritual world's power as his own. So, using every second of 30 years he finally created a spell which would extend his concious into another realm of his own, and allow him to keep information he needed. It was too late for his lost memories, but he could now keep everything he would learn. Despite his best efforts, this realm had problems holding his memories either way, so he had to conceed to the 200 or so years of memory his conscious mind would allow, not being physically limited as a ghost he theorised that his pure thought could not contain too much. Finally, time passed untill the time where he had died. he stood atop the very glacier that destroyed everything he knew as it shattered beneath his feet, to leave him only floating there. Edited by Vivi, Jun 19 2008, 01:52 PM.
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