Post by Alehkar Garieptol on Oct 24, 2009 1:30:35 GMT -6
Name: Alehkar Garieptol
Age:201
Gender:Male
Race:Daemon
Hails From: Abourno
Ranking:Daemons have no set ranking. Loyal to oneself and those they protect.
Weapons: Two daggers of black blade and golden hilt. On occasion a black bladed sword and gold hilt.
Abilities: Daemons have the ability of flight by the white wings sprouting from their shoulder blades. Also white magic flows through their veins. A warrior of mind with the ability to combat.
Companions: No companions for Alehkar.
Occupation: A Lone Daemon. No Occupation as of yet.
Appearance: Alehkar’s hair is that of golden shade, just over brushing past his shoulders. The Daemon’s eyes are like all others, a vibrant and bright blue that almost matches the sky perfectly.
Personality: A Gentleman in the most adequate manner and will bow to any individual that does deserve it, but always keeps an eye on his surroundings. His words are always carefully chosen leaving never a bad word nor lie leaves his lips. A lie to him is an impossible thing, although he is not so naïve to believe everything that may fall from a strangers lips, he will always give benefit of a doubt. A kindred spirit who defines people by their actions and words, not by their looks nor past. That being said, he never usually gets to know people that well as he’s quite shy and keeps to himself. His past is his past, and his thoughts belong only to him. He is a warrior of every sort, yet more of a defender then an offender.
Some may call him a white knight by the fact he will rush into battle just to save someone in need after just a simple hello, yet would not fight for his country. He believes in loyalty to the person, not the place, and can be very ignorant regarding this matter. The Daemon never second guesses himself, never doubts his intentions or wants. . . or rather rarely does this, and he never regrets his decisions. Regretting means one believes they have done wrong in their actions, and Alehkar is never one to do wrong by his own morals. Usually. It takes some time to get to know Alehkar, as his trust is not given easily. He may believe you are a good person, but good does not always mean trustworthy in his eyes. Over the centuries he has seen too many fall victim to the simple act of greed or drunken stupor to believe words of a stranger. They may tell you they are innocent, but that is not always true.
History:
How can one talk about themselves? How can one start a story? With childbirth? Okay that may be a bit too much so we will just start from as far back as one can remember.
The war was raging within Abourno and Alehkar was at what would look like an adolescent age in comparison to any human being. Of course at such a time everyone was tense, and Alehkar was rarely able to leave the confines of his own household let alone wandering the streets. His father was always screaming at him to stay back, to avoid confrontation and to avoid conversation as one never knew who would be around the next corner. His father was thinking of protection, as what most Daemons always thought of. Alehkar was a rebel, he flew out his window at night to land and wander down the streets, that was when he saw her for the first time. Her flowing white hair and sparkling blue eyes, wearing a wrap about her figure that showed yet hid everything. She was laughing! Actually laughing! Oh how long Alehkar had been without such a sound, it was so melodic and beautiful that he was lured towards her in an almost trance like state.
He was too far away for her to see him, but as she turned and stared at him her smile dimmed ever so slightly before beaming back at him. With a bow and a courtesy the two of them merged for the rest of the night, instantly in adolescent love. After that night the beatings came, disobeying his father made him worry oh so, but Alehkar did not care as he was smiling through the entire thing. Alehkar could not get out to see the nameless Fae, after a full moons cycle he rushed out the window once again after hearing a horrid scream he was sure was his loves. Rounding that final corner he heard another scream, and four accomplices over her, what looked like attacking the beau of his dreams. Alehkar rushed forward but by the time he got there they had flown off as well as the young girl. Then he heard something almost something like laughter in the night from where they flew, His brows furrowed together in confusion.
What had just happened there? What had just happened to her and why did she run? Alehkar was standing. Alone. In the pitch dark with his eyes staring at the sky, no hope of her returning he began home. The sight of home was not something he expected, an invasion of his home. His home. Why His? Why not the neighbors? What did he have that was so significant? It was a sign to the rest of Abourno, a sign of unrest within the warring civilization. Everything was torn apart. His father was too old to fight the warriors, his siblings to young to do much but try to run, and his mother was since long gone. Alehkar’s heart broke in half that night. The night that everything from his first love to everyone else he ever loved, disappeared within a blink.
The Daemon spent many nights alone, years isolated within his confined home. Dust cluttering the shelves and nothing but a mess within it’s walls. The war disappeared and a truce was made by the marriage of one from each side, yet still within Alehkar a war was placed. A grief to much to lose, that was until one day he had enough. Enough of his sulking image, enough of his brooding loss. Alehkar left his quarters and that day met his second love. He was mature now, fit, a warrior to the heart and a broken soul. Her name was Reina, and she was a beautiful Daemon of pure imagination, not on the outside but on the inside. She nurtured him, she cared for him like he had never felt before, he trusted her. She was the kindest of nature and showed him how to act and be, showed him that kindred spirit within himself once again.
Yet, once again he was to be fallen victim to such a trusting manner that is love. She promised to never leave him, yet once he had picked himself back up she too disappeared. With no trace, with no note, nothing. This time he was more prepared, determined to not wallow and sulk inside he escaped and began to travel across Abourno. Experiencing life instead of watching it pass him by. The moment he was alone again, he decided to never trust the words of a woman nor man again. He could never become as blind as was before, but he would also never become as arrogant as believing the world would be sad without his existence. Perhaps he had a place in the world, but had yet to find it, trying to be optimistic rather then a pessimist, he was living the best he could. Alehkar later found out his love was succumb to demon treachery and captured and tortured. Perhaps part of him is wandering aimlessly in search for her still.
Age:201
Gender:Male
Race:Daemon
Hails From: Abourno
Ranking:Daemons have no set ranking. Loyal to oneself and those they protect.
Weapons: Two daggers of black blade and golden hilt. On occasion a black bladed sword and gold hilt.
Abilities: Daemons have the ability of flight by the white wings sprouting from their shoulder blades. Also white magic flows through their veins. A warrior of mind with the ability to combat.
Companions: No companions for Alehkar.
Occupation: A Lone Daemon. No Occupation as of yet.
Appearance: Alehkar’s hair is that of golden shade, just over brushing past his shoulders. The Daemon’s eyes are like all others, a vibrant and bright blue that almost matches the sky perfectly.
Personality: A Gentleman in the most adequate manner and will bow to any individual that does deserve it, but always keeps an eye on his surroundings. His words are always carefully chosen leaving never a bad word nor lie leaves his lips. A lie to him is an impossible thing, although he is not so naïve to believe everything that may fall from a strangers lips, he will always give benefit of a doubt. A kindred spirit who defines people by their actions and words, not by their looks nor past. That being said, he never usually gets to know people that well as he’s quite shy and keeps to himself. His past is his past, and his thoughts belong only to him. He is a warrior of every sort, yet more of a defender then an offender.
Some may call him a white knight by the fact he will rush into battle just to save someone in need after just a simple hello, yet would not fight for his country. He believes in loyalty to the person, not the place, and can be very ignorant regarding this matter. The Daemon never second guesses himself, never doubts his intentions or wants. . . or rather rarely does this, and he never regrets his decisions. Regretting means one believes they have done wrong in their actions, and Alehkar is never one to do wrong by his own morals. Usually. It takes some time to get to know Alehkar, as his trust is not given easily. He may believe you are a good person, but good does not always mean trustworthy in his eyes. Over the centuries he has seen too many fall victim to the simple act of greed or drunken stupor to believe words of a stranger. They may tell you they are innocent, but that is not always true.
History:
How can one talk about themselves? How can one start a story? With childbirth? Okay that may be a bit too much so we will just start from as far back as one can remember.
The war was raging within Abourno and Alehkar was at what would look like an adolescent age in comparison to any human being. Of course at such a time everyone was tense, and Alehkar was rarely able to leave the confines of his own household let alone wandering the streets. His father was always screaming at him to stay back, to avoid confrontation and to avoid conversation as one never knew who would be around the next corner. His father was thinking of protection, as what most Daemons always thought of. Alehkar was a rebel, he flew out his window at night to land and wander down the streets, that was when he saw her for the first time. Her flowing white hair and sparkling blue eyes, wearing a wrap about her figure that showed yet hid everything. She was laughing! Actually laughing! Oh how long Alehkar had been without such a sound, it was so melodic and beautiful that he was lured towards her in an almost trance like state.
He was too far away for her to see him, but as she turned and stared at him her smile dimmed ever so slightly before beaming back at him. With a bow and a courtesy the two of them merged for the rest of the night, instantly in adolescent love. After that night the beatings came, disobeying his father made him worry oh so, but Alehkar did not care as he was smiling through the entire thing. Alehkar could not get out to see the nameless Fae, after a full moons cycle he rushed out the window once again after hearing a horrid scream he was sure was his loves. Rounding that final corner he heard another scream, and four accomplices over her, what looked like attacking the beau of his dreams. Alehkar rushed forward but by the time he got there they had flown off as well as the young girl. Then he heard something almost something like laughter in the night from where they flew, His brows furrowed together in confusion.
What had just happened there? What had just happened to her and why did she run? Alehkar was standing. Alone. In the pitch dark with his eyes staring at the sky, no hope of her returning he began home. The sight of home was not something he expected, an invasion of his home. His home. Why His? Why not the neighbors? What did he have that was so significant? It was a sign to the rest of Abourno, a sign of unrest within the warring civilization. Everything was torn apart. His father was too old to fight the warriors, his siblings to young to do much but try to run, and his mother was since long gone. Alehkar’s heart broke in half that night. The night that everything from his first love to everyone else he ever loved, disappeared within a blink.
The Daemon spent many nights alone, years isolated within his confined home. Dust cluttering the shelves and nothing but a mess within it’s walls. The war disappeared and a truce was made by the marriage of one from each side, yet still within Alehkar a war was placed. A grief to much to lose, that was until one day he had enough. Enough of his sulking image, enough of his brooding loss. Alehkar left his quarters and that day met his second love. He was mature now, fit, a warrior to the heart and a broken soul. Her name was Reina, and she was a beautiful Daemon of pure imagination, not on the outside but on the inside. She nurtured him, she cared for him like he had never felt before, he trusted her. She was the kindest of nature and showed him how to act and be, showed him that kindred spirit within himself once again.
Yet, once again he was to be fallen victim to such a trusting manner that is love. She promised to never leave him, yet once he had picked himself back up she too disappeared. With no trace, with no note, nothing. This time he was more prepared, determined to not wallow and sulk inside he escaped and began to travel across Abourno. Experiencing life instead of watching it pass him by. The moment he was alone again, he decided to never trust the words of a woman nor man again. He could never become as blind as was before, but he would also never become as arrogant as believing the world would be sad without his existence. Perhaps he had a place in the world, but had yet to find it, trying to be optimistic rather then a pessimist, he was living the best he could. Alehkar later found out his love was succumb to demon treachery and captured and tortured. Perhaps part of him is wandering aimlessly in search for her still.
