Post by FORAOISE on Dec 25, 2010 2:35:16 GMT -5
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ONE WORLD DRIVEN INTO MADNESS ,
[/color][/font]ONE WORLD DRIVEN INTO MADNESS ,
madness driven by the depths below[/font][/color]
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FORAOISE
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ONE LIE TELLS A THOUSAND STORIES ,[/color][/font]
the greatest stories that were ever told[/font][/color]
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FULL NAME[/color] , Foraoise
NICKNAME[/color] , Fora, Foe
SPECIES[/color] , Fae
AGE[/color] , 19
BIRTHDAY[/color] , Sometime in mid-summer
HEIGHT[/color] , (Small) 8" (Large) 5'9"
BODY TYPE[/color] , Slender, tanned, lean
ALLIANCE[/color] , Neutral
HOMETOWN[/color] , The Willow Tree
PROFESSION[/color] , Thief
SEXUALITY[/color] , Heterosexual
APPEARANCE[/color] ,
Foraoise has quite the interesting apparel. His clothing is made of leaves that he has magically affected to have the consistency and sturdiness of leather. A simple wrapping on his upper half (that covers really nothing at all), and a pair of knee high trousers with a few holes here and there plus a belt that he 'found' laying around. He has no shoes, he finds them quite pointless and they just trap his feet anyways.[/BLOCKQUOTE]
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ONE MAN CAN PREDICT THE FUTURE ,
a future journey into outer space[/font][/color]
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SO, WHAT ARE YOU INTO?
The Willow Tree
Racing
Flying
Forests
Rain
Summer
Animals
Dragons
Elves
Leather
Adventure
Swimming
Magic
AND WHAT DO YOU HATE?
War
Fire
Bloodshed
Snow
Sorcerers
Adults (just the bossy ones)
Poisons/Acids
Black Market
Pirates
Mines
Pollution
OKAY... WELL, WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS?
Find the Sorcerer that cursed him and give him his just desserts.
Ride Viper, at least once.
Lead some kind of revolt, riot, or uprising against...well anything really.
GOOD LUCK, THEN. WHAT ARE YOUR FEARS?
Bandits.
Humans, though mainly knights and guards.
The forests getting chopped down or burned in the war.
YIKES. NOW, LIST TEN CHARACTERISTICS THAT DESCRIBE YOURSELF.
Arrogant
Tricky
Snobbish
Courageous
Annoying
Slightly bipolar
Sly
Fast
Irresponsible
Energetic
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ONE WORD BREAKS THE CODE OF SILENCE ,
[/color][/font]ONE WORD BREAKS THE CODE OF SILENCE ,
silence tells me all i need to know[/font][/color]
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NOW WE'RE GETTING NOSY. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR FAMILY.
My family? There is nothing to know about, you nosy git! I was born beneath the Willow Tree, my mother died shortly after and I never knew my father. Bad luck, they say that is. Rubbish, I say! As far as I am concerned I was mothers only child, so I have no siblings to speak of and no extended blood relatives that I know of either. Now get your abnormally large ears away from my territorial bubble or I will have to chop them off!
SOUNDS INTERESTING. OKAY. NOW, JUST TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT YOUR PAST.
The Willow Tree, a place of refuge, a place where those of Fae kind go to find peace. A place of magic that protects it's people. This is where Foraoise would be born, a place that he would always remember and respect. It is also the place that many of those living in the forest would flee when their homes were burned and their people hurt and killed in the middle of a battlefield that they weren't supposed to be trapped in. It's where he would be brought life and where his mother would breathe her last breath.
Flora was forced to leave her home forests when the war between Thivea and Ethaia burned it down. She was pregnant with her only child, and the safest place to have the baby would be the Willow Tree, so her friends took her there. Not long after arriving young Foraoise was born, small wings of green, black and spots of red sprouting from his little back. She held her baby boy, so happy that he had made it through, but with her home dead she wouldn't have long. She watched her friends die around her out of greif and loss of connection from where they grew up as smoke and flame filled the air. Soon enough, it was her time to go. She tried to stay strong, so that she might see her son walk or hear his first words, but for all her strength she couldn't hold on any more and slipped away. The only regret that she had was that Fora was born into a world of war.
Now he would have to live through it without his mother.
He grew up fast, learning to control his magic to an extent as it developed. He never would stay and play with the other Fae children but instead would go off deep into the woods to find things to amuse himself. He didn't much like playing with them, their games were too innocent and childish. Foraoise liked games of adventure, fighting off bandits and pirates, scalping bad humans and cutting the throats of those who betrayed him. The young boy's actions concerned the older Fae that watched over him, and they tried to keep their charge in their sights and urge him to play with the others but he would only strike out with a sharp tongue and fly away in the blink of an eye. It was Foraoise's wild sense of adventure and daring that would get him into loads of trouble over his lifetime, but his courage and wits would often get him out.
Over the years Fora developed the cunning and dexterity of a master theif. It isn't uncommon for him to stray into human villages and snag a few items of food or some pretty trinkets - he can't help it if humans make such wonderful shiny things. He's not so noble as to go off and share his stolen goods with those of his kind who need it, no, they have what they need. Instead he goes to a small little hut, just about the size of a caravan, that he has made deep in the woods where he stores a lot of his stolen goodies. When he's not off stealing things or just causing trouble in general, he's lounging in his forest, soaking up the sun and playing his music.
That's how he met Viper.
One day while laying in a clearing, charming plants with his panflute, an old female Lacerta Fulmine came to him, endeared by his music. He had never seen a dragon upclose, so he was quite taken with her. Her name was Viper, and she and Foe became fast friends. He would play music for her whenever she would come to him, often times if she showed up he would even stay home instead of go out to cause some havoc to dance around with flowers and music in the air. Viper doesn't approve of such a young Fae doing dangerous things as he does, and she fears that one day he won't return, but Fora is always ever so sure that no man can ever catch him.
Fora's life really took a turn when he tried to steal from cooperating pirates and bandits from the black market. They caught him stealing a bag of gold, not that it would really have any value to him but it was nice and shiny in the sunlight, gave of some pretty lights. Even though his Fae strength was far greater than any man, a pirate caught hold of his wings and he was completely grounded, unable to move. Sure fire way to catch any Faerie is to grab their wings. While they held him and knocked him around a bit, a few debated what to do with the theif. After cutting off a hand, taking a leg and gouging an eye were discussed they finally came to an agreement. If anything, a Fae was nothing without their wings. So they tore them off. The pain of a Fae having their wings ripped off is probably comparable to being burned alive.
He returned to his hut sometime later, the time to get there taking a lot longer since he could not fly and the pain was making everything spin. He couldn't go back to the elders that had raised him as a child, they would only be proven right for all the times they called him dangerous and reckless. He actually wasn't sure what hurt more, his pride or his body. Viper begged the young boy to seek help before it got infected and he died, but he refused to return home where he would be laughed at, mocked and cast aside. What kind of Fae would he be if he didn't have his wings? Instead he sought different help, his sources finally leading him to a powerful sorcerer.
The sorcerer looked into his past, present, and future, saw what he was and how he acted. He told Fora that he would mend his wings and return his former glory to him, but until he was honest to himself on what he was then he would forever be a child. Of course the old man was speaking in riddles, but Fora just wanted his wings back! Everything after that was a blur, but he remembers waking up in the middle of a wild flower field to find, to his great joy, that his wings had indeed been restored. First thing he did was fly around in a great flury and then went off to tell Viper of the great news.
Over the course of the next year or two Foraoise himself probably never would have noticed, but Viper noticed. As he got older he didn't age at all, which was typical for a Fae his age to retain the appearence of a thirteen year old, but he actually looked about a year or two younger than when he had his wings ripped off. Nobody else would notice this but Viper, she was very perceptive this way. Foraoise was informed of this and it made no sense at first, but finally he figured out the the sorcerer who had returned his wings had also cursed him. He was aging backwards! That sneaky old git! He couldn't remember the riddle told to him, but has made it his mission to find the sorcerer and force him to turn him back the way he was before he became a baby and then aged backwards right into oblivion.
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ONE WORD, ONE WORD ,
[/color][/font]ONE WORD, ONE WORD ,
tells me everything i need to know[/font][/color]
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TELL US ABOUT YOUR EQUIPMENT[/COLOR]
FOra doesn't carry much equipmen on him. He has a belt with a few pouches, each have some several different seeds in them. He also has a dagger he keeps with him for defending himself and whatever else he needs. Foraoise's equipment changes from time to time depending on what he steals and keeps and steals and gives away/sells, but those are what he always has on him.
He also carries a small panflute with him at all times for some musical amusement when he's got nothing else to do.
WHAT SPELLS DO YOU KNOW?
Fora's magic all revolves around plantlife. Where there's a plant, there's a way. He can make them grow to his will, even causing something such as a rose bush to grow to abnormally large size. He can also make plants grow in nearly any environment in an instant, so long as there is a seed to grow it from. As demonstrated from his attire, he can tamper with the plants to make them as sturdy or as flexible as he likes, though he hasn't mastered this yet he's pretty good with leaves.
Upon touching a plant he will automatically know and remember the properties and usefulness of it.
Like all Fae he can produce and illusion from the dust that gathers on his wings and his strength is greater than that of any human man. Foraoise is still young, so his magic is developing at it's peak, this makes it both powerful and unpredictable.
He shrinks down to his eight inch size when tired, energetically drained, or just plain trying to be sneaky.
THE SKILL CHART.
| Strength | Defense | Intelligence | Magic | Stamina | Speed | Medical | Total |
09 | 05 | 04 | 05 | 08 | 08 | 03 | 47 |
FINALLY, AT THE END! MY NAME IS PIP
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