Adrasteius Bloodspeaker (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bloodspeaker) wrote2012-10-11 12:30 pm
bloodspeaker) wrote2012-10-11 12:30 pm
I BELIEVE IN PEACE, BITCH.
>> NAME: Adrasteius Bloodspeaker (Anor'thalion)
>>TITLE: Magister of Silvermoon
>>GENDER: Male
>>AGE: Old. Really old. Old as balls.
>>CLASS/RACE: Mage-priest/Blood elf.
>>HEIGHT: 5'4
>>WEIGHT: ~115 lbs
(with armor ... )
>>VOICE: Booming, deep. Incongruous with his frame.
>>WEAPON: A giant wooden staff with a ruby set into it; called Perdition.
>>PERSONALITY:
>>HISTORY: Adrasteius was born with boiling blood (he melted his crib, even); despite this, he and his life were peaceful and serene at the start. He had a pleasant existence in the forests of Quel'thalas with his affluent merchant parents and twin brother, Aurelius. As they aged, Aurelius trained to become a warrior, while Adrasteius studied the Light. They both enlisted in the high elf army and served in numerous wars; Adrasteius was a combat medic for well over a century.
But then the Scourge invaded; the Sunwell was destroyed; the forests burned. Adrasteius lost his parents to the fire and his brother to madness. He, too, was lost, suddenly sickly and weak from the Sunwell's loss, just like the rest of his people. In his desperation, he followed them in their consumption of fel (demonic) magic, thus forever turning his blue eyes to a burning, corrupted green. In despair, Adrasteius felt the Light fail him. He turned to the only other path he could--magecraft--but, being aware of the power in his blood, he tattooed arcane limiters all over his body in order to dampen his offensive capability.
Not long after that, he turned away from the concept of war entirely, becoming an ardent pacifist. He looked upon the degradation of his people, and at first he shuddered at their collective weakness, their hedonism, their laziness and decadence. His sorrow turned to rage as matters worsened: their prince went insane, allied with vile forces, and Silvermoon itself continued to crumble. The city was glittering and oppressive on the surface, but seethed with the worst kinds of depravity just beneath the skin.
He is now determined to save his brother and the soul of his people, and as such has re-entered society, causing him to come into contact with a lot of people who do not like him very much.
>>POWERS IN BRIEF:
>>TITLE: Magister of Silvermoon
>>GENDER: Male
>>AGE: Old. Really old. Old as balls.
>>CLASS/RACE: Mage-priest/Blood elf.
>>HEIGHT: 5'4
>>WEIGHT: ~115 lbs
(with armor ... )
>>VOICE: Booming, deep. Incongruous with his frame.
>>WEAPON: A giant wooden staff with a ruby set into it; called Perdition.
>>PERSONALITY:
- POSITIVE: Loving, passionate, energetic, dedicated, perceptive, selfless, resilient, well-intentioned
- NEGATIVE: High-strung, tactless, blunt, judgmental, hypocritical, intolerant, given to flailing, stubborn, self-righteous, just plain fucking mean
>>HISTORY: Adrasteius was born with boiling blood (he melted his crib, even); despite this, he and his life were peaceful and serene at the start. He had a pleasant existence in the forests of Quel'thalas with his affluent merchant parents and twin brother, Aurelius. As they aged, Aurelius trained to become a warrior, while Adrasteius studied the Light. They both enlisted in the high elf army and served in numerous wars; Adrasteius was a combat medic for well over a century.
But then the Scourge invaded; the Sunwell was destroyed; the forests burned. Adrasteius lost his parents to the fire and his brother to madness. He, too, was lost, suddenly sickly and weak from the Sunwell's loss, just like the rest of his people. In his desperation, he followed them in their consumption of fel (demonic) magic, thus forever turning his blue eyes to a burning, corrupted green. In despair, Adrasteius felt the Light fail him. He turned to the only other path he could--magecraft--but, being aware of the power in his blood, he tattooed arcane limiters all over his body in order to dampen his offensive capability.
Not long after that, he turned away from the concept of war entirely, becoming an ardent pacifist. He looked upon the degradation of his people, and at first he shuddered at their collective weakness, their hedonism, their laziness and decadence. His sorrow turned to rage as matters worsened: their prince went insane, allied with vile forces, and Silvermoon itself continued to crumble. The city was glittering and oppressive on the surface, but seethed with the worst kinds of depravity just beneath the skin.
He is now determined to save his brother and the soul of his people, and as such has re-entered society, causing him to come into contact with a lot of people who do not like him very much.
>>POWERS IN BRIEF:
- AS A PRIEST: Adrasteius is a Discipline priest, which means his powers are centered around preventing damage before it even happens. He can cast powerful shields, remove numerous negative status effects (diseases, ill magic, etc), and his spell Penance can heal even grievous wounds rapidly.
- AS A MAGE: His specialty here is Fire, which is centered around victory via complete and utter destruction. However, as a pretty strict pacifist, Adra almost never uses his fire spells offensively. Mostly he just uses low-level variations for cooking, to be honest. He relies on the utility spells far more often--Blink (a short-range teleport), invisibility, arcane intellect, slow fall, etc. The primary spells he uses on other people are non-offensive in nature: he is able to cast a mass polymorph that turns up to five people into some kind of animal (a cat, a penguin, a rabbit, a sheep; depends on his mood) and he will Counterspell (silence) someone who is talking TOO MUCH NONSENSE. While in animal form, the targets cannot speak or control their own movements, but they will regenerate health rapidly.
- MAGIC-EATING/SENSITIVITY: Adrasteius, like all blood elves, is addicted to magic. He controls it extremely well, but he does need to eat something magical every now and then, lest he lose his mind to the hunger (why do I always play characters like this). He can also release it in a torrent that silences people around him and restores some of his mana. Unlike other elves I could mention, he will do this with regularity, partly because he HAS to, and partly because he likes people to shut the fuck up when he's fucking talking!!