Post by heron on Oct 20, 2009 9:55:08 GMT -6
Name:Felshen Cresting
Age:3,757
Gender:Male
Race:Wood Elf
Hails From:Born in the Zyabeth Forest, now the Scattered Island.
Ranking:Captain, Terrator
Weapons:He carries a long slightly curved sword with a Heron marked on the blade just above the hilt. The Pommel and hilt are golden and the Handle is wrapped in blue cloth. From the pommel hangs a Vampire warding charm from a platinum chain. The sword is too long to be wielded with a single hand and too long to be worn at the hip so it is worn strapped to his back. Felshen Carries it with him at all times.
Abilities:He was blessed early on with an extremely potent affinity for earth Magic. So powerful is he that it is rumored that he pulled an island from the bottom of the ocean to use as his home base somewhere in the scattered isles but when asked by his crew he has no comment. He is also well versed with the sword. He is a blade master of blade masters and his skills are renowned across the coast.
Companions:A chubby human male Known as Beazl. Also his first Mate.
Occupation:Merchant, adventurer, Privateers man.
Vessel The Heron
Appearance:He stand around six foot one with long wild brown hair. His skin is tan and his eyes are slanted and a dark brown. A large jagged scar trails down his left cheek beneath his eye. His ears are short for elven standards and his eyes give away his heritage. He's typically considered handsome by most women. He can usually wears green, and he can always be found in a knee length, sleeveless green coat. The coat was made by his former wife and he wears it to remember how he had been hurt. The Coat is lined with Grey wolves fur and has a high collar.
Personality:Felshen is a selfless elf who loves freedom, he hates any type of imprisonment (except in the bedroom where he prefers to be tied up). He also dislikes Vampires and doesn't trust them as far as he can throw them. He is a paranoid person, who is suspicious of everyone until he knows they are what they say they are. He feels the ocean is his home and he treats his vessel : The heron as his home. His crew he sees as family and gives them all fair wages. He trusts his first mate Patrik Beazl with his life.
History: Felshen began his life in a small wood elf village just south of the Forsaken lands. He was born to a high caste family of healers and priests. almost immediately he was thrust into training to become a Terrator. He was very young when he discovered the depth of his affinity for earth Magick. During his private times, he spent hours sometimes days alone honing his abilities. When he was reached his thousandth birthday he was granted all rights and privileges of a village Terrator.
Time passed uneventfully, Felshen was content with his priestly duties, and continued to spend his free time bettering his control of his Earth Magick. Unlike the rest of his village, he was not skilled in the healing arts of the earth. Even the slightest attempt to heal left him exhausted.
A village dispute brought him to the council halls one day, he was being called in to solve a property dispute between two neighboring cousins. He approached the situation calmly and objectively when he noticed a woman acting as witness across the hall staring at him. He couldn't get over her eyes. He knew her from somewhere. She was older than he, and darkly beautiful, That's when it hit him, Sunessla. That was her name, she was a distant cousin, fifth or sixth generation. It was hard to find someone who wasn't related to you in these isolated communities. One usually had to travel miles to find a single person.
She smiled at him, and her eyes spoke of promises and late nights, after those looks Felshen had difficulty focusing on the case before him. He opted to finish the childish border dispute sooner rather than later.
A couple weeks passed and the pair were wed. For their hundredth wedding anniversary she made him his beloved jacket. They were happy for a Millinia before she disappeared out of the dead of night. He believes her dead. He never lets his coat out of his sight. For the next thousand years he lived his life in sadness, always feeling a void in his heart. His days felt long and empty and he went about his priestly convictions with a heavy heart. He contemplated suicide many times but he never went through with the act.
One day, down on his luck, an old human sailor came through his village. Felshen gave him food, water, and shelter for the night and in return the sailor gave him a ship. He said he was done with his adventuring ways, he was going to settle down with his wife, and live out his remaining years in a cottage by the sea.
Felshen saw this as a way out, he left in the middle of the night, taking his wealth with him. He journeyed to where the old man said the ship was docked. The boat was in bad disrepair and Felshen spent his remaining fortune fixing the vessel and hiring an able crew. He named the ship The Heron.
During one of his firsts excursions he discovered himself in the scattered isles in the ruins of some ancient civilization where he discovered his beloved sword. Unknown to him a Vampire ancient had stowed away aboard The Heron and was killing his crew members off one by one. Several days past before he discovered the bodies, that's when the vampire struck out at him.
He ran the vampire through with the blade and beheaded him. Felshen knew little about swordsmanship at this point and accredited his victory to the mysterious blade. After that point he never trusted vampires, and he spent the next several hundred years training in the arts of the sword.
Now Felshen Can be found at port attempting to gather a new crew with his trusted first Mate Beazl.
Age:3,757
Gender:Male
Race:Wood Elf
Hails From:Born in the Zyabeth Forest, now the Scattered Island.
Ranking:Captain, Terrator
Weapons:He carries a long slightly curved sword with a Heron marked on the blade just above the hilt. The Pommel and hilt are golden and the Handle is wrapped in blue cloth. From the pommel hangs a Vampire warding charm from a platinum chain. The sword is too long to be wielded with a single hand and too long to be worn at the hip so it is worn strapped to his back. Felshen Carries it with him at all times.
Abilities:He was blessed early on with an extremely potent affinity for earth Magic. So powerful is he that it is rumored that he pulled an island from the bottom of the ocean to use as his home base somewhere in the scattered isles but when asked by his crew he has no comment. He is also well versed with the sword. He is a blade master of blade masters and his skills are renowned across the coast.
Companions:A chubby human male Known as Beazl. Also his first Mate.
Occupation:Merchant, adventurer, Privateers man.
Vessel The Heron
Appearance:He stand around six foot one with long wild brown hair. His skin is tan and his eyes are slanted and a dark brown. A large jagged scar trails down his left cheek beneath his eye. His ears are short for elven standards and his eyes give away his heritage. He's typically considered handsome by most women. He can usually wears green, and he can always be found in a knee length, sleeveless green coat. The coat was made by his former wife and he wears it to remember how he had been hurt. The Coat is lined with Grey wolves fur and has a high collar.
Personality:Felshen is a selfless elf who loves freedom, he hates any type of imprisonment (except in the bedroom where he prefers to be tied up). He also dislikes Vampires and doesn't trust them as far as he can throw them. He is a paranoid person, who is suspicious of everyone until he knows they are what they say they are. He feels the ocean is his home and he treats his vessel : The heron as his home. His crew he sees as family and gives them all fair wages. He trusts his first mate Patrik Beazl with his life.
History: Felshen began his life in a small wood elf village just south of the Forsaken lands. He was born to a high caste family of healers and priests. almost immediately he was thrust into training to become a Terrator. He was very young when he discovered the depth of his affinity for earth Magick. During his private times, he spent hours sometimes days alone honing his abilities. When he was reached his thousandth birthday he was granted all rights and privileges of a village Terrator.
Time passed uneventfully, Felshen was content with his priestly duties, and continued to spend his free time bettering his control of his Earth Magick. Unlike the rest of his village, he was not skilled in the healing arts of the earth. Even the slightest attempt to heal left him exhausted.
A village dispute brought him to the council halls one day, he was being called in to solve a property dispute between two neighboring cousins. He approached the situation calmly and objectively when he noticed a woman acting as witness across the hall staring at him. He couldn't get over her eyes. He knew her from somewhere. She was older than he, and darkly beautiful, That's when it hit him, Sunessla. That was her name, she was a distant cousin, fifth or sixth generation. It was hard to find someone who wasn't related to you in these isolated communities. One usually had to travel miles to find a single person.
She smiled at him, and her eyes spoke of promises and late nights, after those looks Felshen had difficulty focusing on the case before him. He opted to finish the childish border dispute sooner rather than later.
A couple weeks passed and the pair were wed. For their hundredth wedding anniversary she made him his beloved jacket. They were happy for a Millinia before she disappeared out of the dead of night. He believes her dead. He never lets his coat out of his sight. For the next thousand years he lived his life in sadness, always feeling a void in his heart. His days felt long and empty and he went about his priestly convictions with a heavy heart. He contemplated suicide many times but he never went through with the act.
One day, down on his luck, an old human sailor came through his village. Felshen gave him food, water, and shelter for the night and in return the sailor gave him a ship. He said he was done with his adventuring ways, he was going to settle down with his wife, and live out his remaining years in a cottage by the sea.
Felshen saw this as a way out, he left in the middle of the night, taking his wealth with him. He journeyed to where the old man said the ship was docked. The boat was in bad disrepair and Felshen spent his remaining fortune fixing the vessel and hiring an able crew. He named the ship The Heron.
During one of his firsts excursions he discovered himself in the scattered isles in the ruins of some ancient civilization where he discovered his beloved sword. Unknown to him a Vampire ancient had stowed away aboard The Heron and was killing his crew members off one by one. Several days past before he discovered the bodies, that's when the vampire struck out at him.
He ran the vampire through with the blade and beheaded him. Felshen knew little about swordsmanship at this point and accredited his victory to the mysterious blade. After that point he never trusted vampires, and he spent the next several hundred years training in the arts of the sword.
Now Felshen Can be found at port attempting to gather a new crew with his trusted first Mate Beazl.