Post by threnody on Sept 8, 2009 21:27:11 GMT -6
Name:Jonathan “Threnody, Thren” Riis
Age:17
Gender:Male
Race:Necromancer
Hails From: Liadi
Ranking: Apprentice
Weapons:
Abilities:
Companions: N/A
Occupation: Vagabond
Appearance:
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Personality:
History:
Age:17
Gender:Male
Race:Necromancer
Hails From: Liadi
Ranking: Apprentice
Weapons:
Threnody brandishes a long knife with a blade that is almost a foot in length. The blade is forged from steel and is typically dull as he forgets to sharpen it after use. The handle is wrapped in black leather that has been worn down through age. There are several knick and scratches covering the blade from misuse and mishandling. Occasionally rust can be seen forming along the blade.
Abilities:
Threnody’s abilities are strange. Because of the strange circumstances of his training he possesses power far above that of the average apprentice or basic necromancer. The sheer power he has can, on occasion, bring forth the dead. Though, because of his limited knowledge of the Language of the Dead he is unable to control them. When this occurs he abandons the spirits and runs away, fearing that they may turn against him, due to his inexperience. Obviously, when the boy gets a handle on his powers he will become a powerful necromancer.
To make up for his inexperience in Necromancy he has learned a small amount of elemental magic. Because it is closely related to Necromancy he is more proficient in wielding Earth magic. He knows at least spell for each element though and tends to layer them on top of each other for strange effects. Besides magic Threnody is a decent knife fighter, being able to dispatch a common thief, with some difficulty. If he were to go against someone trained in the art of combat he would surely lose… badly.
To make up for his inexperience in Necromancy he has learned a small amount of elemental magic. Because it is closely related to Necromancy he is more proficient in wielding Earth magic. He knows at least spell for each element though and tends to layer them on top of each other for strange effects. Besides magic Threnody is a decent knife fighter, being able to dispatch a common thief, with some difficulty. If he were to go against someone trained in the art of combat he would surely lose… badly.
Companions: N/A
Occupation: Vagabond
Appearance:
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The first and most noticeable thing about Threnody is that his hair is snow white. Due to the amount of magical energy he received his transformation was sped up and his originally brown hair was turned white. The second thing one notices is that Threnody is taller than most men standing at six feet two inches in height. These two features make it very easy to find the boy in a crowd since he stands above most and his white hair acts as a beacon. Beneath his white hair are a pair of silver eyes that are always darting around, always probing for answers. He has a rather pale complexion from spending much of his time within his teacher’s keep. He has a thin frame that is packed with lean dense muscle giving him the strength equivalent to any other boy his age.
Threnody tends to dress in whatever he can afford. His current attire consists of a ragged pair of pants with several patches, a pair of heavy leather boots, and a shredded shirt which was originally white. He carries a long knife on his sturdy leather belt though he often forgets about it. Besides these things he carries two objects that were once his master’s. On his right ring finger is a mythril ring in the shape of a demonic skull. Within the skulls mouth is a blood red ruby. The other object is a tattered black cloak with a silver chain link. It casts a shadow over the boys face obscuring it from view. He often wears it when trying to avoid attention or traveling at night.
Threnody tends to dress in whatever he can afford. His current attire consists of a ragged pair of pants with several patches, a pair of heavy leather boots, and a shredded shirt which was originally white. He carries a long knife on his sturdy leather belt though he often forgets about it. Besides these things he carries two objects that were once his master’s. On his right ring finger is a mythril ring in the shape of a demonic skull. Within the skulls mouth is a blood red ruby. The other object is a tattered black cloak with a silver chain link. It casts a shadow over the boys face obscuring it from view. He often wears it when trying to avoid attention or traveling at night.
Personality:
Threnody is the complete opposite of what one would think a Necromancer would be. He is loud and boisterous, often striking up conversations with others. He is somewhat naïve due to his young age and inexperience in the world and often finds himself being swindled. Despite this Threnody is a very intelligent lad, able to learn things faster than most. He has a strong belief that the good always prevails in the end and that does who are evil eventually die at the hand of a noble do-gooder. Though, this is just a childish way of thinking which he may abandon when he grows older. While he is a very powerful necromancer Threnody fear his powers. Because he lacks control he often avoids places where the dead are gathered and tries his best to hide his abilities. Whenever he causes the dead to rise he will often take flight. This makes the child feel like a coward and serves as his drive to find a teacher and finish his training. When he feels as if he has run too much he will attempt to confront his creations. He constantly seeks opportunities to prove to himself, and others, that he is not a coward.
History:
Threnody, then Jonathan, was born in Liadi. His father was a shipwright who spent much of his time either building ships or at the local tavern chasing skirts. His wife had died giving birth to Jonathan. For most of his young life Jonathan was watched over by his aunt. Once he was able to out run the woman though he spent most of his time wandering the island of Liadi. People were amazed about the fact that a child as young as Jonathan was able to wander about the island and return unharmed. It would be years before any of them would find out how he managed such feats. The truth would astound all of those who knew the boy and the Riis family.
Since his birth Jonathan had an abnormal amount of magical energy. This magical energy brought him to the attention of a crew of ghost that had died along the coast. The crew saw him as a means of escaping the bonds that kept him chained to the earth while the five year old boy saw them as playmates. During his excursions into the heart of the island he was often accompanied by several members of the crew. During that time he would pick up on some of their ghostly language. Though, the extent of what he learned was how to curse like a sailor in the Language of the Dead. He was unable to speak with his undead companions, but found their presence comforting.
Time passed and the boy soon reached the age of eight. It was then that his father remarried. Jonathan, unable to handle the marriage, left home as soon as their first child was born. He made his way towards the ghosts’ graves were he decided to stay. He was welcomed among the ghost who had taken him on as a sort of cabin boy. His father came searching for him and was terrified to see him in the company of ghost. He tried several times to convince him to come back and each time he failed. His father began to lose hope and he forgot about rescuing his son, turning his attention towards his new wife and daughter. Another year passed and Jonathan was now nine years old.
It was this year that he would meet his master. He was an ancient necromancer with centuries of experience. He had grown tired of living and was looking for a worthy apprentice to pass his powers and knowledge on to. He arrived at Liadi and at once heard rumors of a child living with ghosts. His interest piqued, he set off to find the child. It wasn’t to difficult following the howls of laughter and rattling bones that accompanied the undead hooligans. Upon finding them he introduced himself as Bartholomew Gray, necromancer extraordinaire. The spirits fell to the ground and begged the necromancer to allow them to pass on. Jonathan couldn’t believe his eyes as he saw them beg.
The ancient man answered their prayers and sent them on their way to the Sanctuary leaving only himself and the boy in the pirate gravesite. Jonathan was furious with the man and beat his fist against the old man’s chest before collapsing into a sobbing heap. The man took pity upon the boy and explained to him how he had only sent the pirates to the beyond, “where they belong.” It took Jonathan awhile to understand this. Once he did he asked the man why he had come along in the first place. The necromancer explained his position to the boy and offered him an apprenticeship. With nowhere else to go and nothing to do the boy accepted.
The two traveled far to Temarra where they would reside for quite sometime. When Jonathan arrived he shed his birth name and took up the moniker Threnody, a song or poem of mourning. With his new life and new name Threnody set about learning the ways of the necromancer. The things he learned were both exciting and frightening. He was an intelligent child who picked things up quickly. He grasped basic concepts almost immediately and what he didn’t understand he often figured out within a few hours of deep thinking. Bartholomew felt as if he had found the best apprentice an old man could ask for. Time passed quickly and the next thing the duo knew Threondy was celebrating his seventeenth birthday, thought birthdays do not mean much to the immortal.
After his birthday, rumors spread of a wandering mage who wished to prove himself the best, in all forms of magic. Bartholomew felt that it was his place to show the other mage where he belonged. The student and master set out from there comfortable home in the mountains in search of the mage. It didn’t take long. In the early hours of the day they happened across the mage who was attempting to move a forest. The two old men conversed for a time before the fight actually began. Threnody was astounded to see the dead rise from their graves and battle against the elemental magician. It was a long fight, but in the end they were both killed.
Threnody stayed by his master’s side until he passed. Before that happened though he passed on three of his possessions to the boy. The first two were his ring and cloak. The final was all of the power he had obtained through his life. The Elder necromancer forced his power into the boy and wished him the best of luck becoming a guardian of the dead. The old man died then with a smile on his face. Threnody was heartbroken and spent his days wandering the land. He had no idea how to tap into his masters power and felt that there was no way for him to continue on with his training. Later, he found that he had to continue on.
As he hunkered down for the night in a cemetery he was awoken by the cry of ghosts and the stench of rotting flesh. His eyes went wide with terror as he saw that many of the inhabitants had risen from their graves. He knew that no one was around and feared that he had accidentally brought forth the malevolent spirits. He ran away and continued on his journey. When it happened again he decided that he must seek out a new master and learn the ways of the necromancer, or else doom all of Yviex to be over run by wild ghouls, ghosts, and zombies. With no leads on where to find a master he travels the world seeking someone to help him get a handle of his overwhelming powers.
Since his birth Jonathan had an abnormal amount of magical energy. This magical energy brought him to the attention of a crew of ghost that had died along the coast. The crew saw him as a means of escaping the bonds that kept him chained to the earth while the five year old boy saw them as playmates. During his excursions into the heart of the island he was often accompanied by several members of the crew. During that time he would pick up on some of their ghostly language. Though, the extent of what he learned was how to curse like a sailor in the Language of the Dead. He was unable to speak with his undead companions, but found their presence comforting.
Time passed and the boy soon reached the age of eight. It was then that his father remarried. Jonathan, unable to handle the marriage, left home as soon as their first child was born. He made his way towards the ghosts’ graves were he decided to stay. He was welcomed among the ghost who had taken him on as a sort of cabin boy. His father came searching for him and was terrified to see him in the company of ghost. He tried several times to convince him to come back and each time he failed. His father began to lose hope and he forgot about rescuing his son, turning his attention towards his new wife and daughter. Another year passed and Jonathan was now nine years old.
It was this year that he would meet his master. He was an ancient necromancer with centuries of experience. He had grown tired of living and was looking for a worthy apprentice to pass his powers and knowledge on to. He arrived at Liadi and at once heard rumors of a child living with ghosts. His interest piqued, he set off to find the child. It wasn’t to difficult following the howls of laughter and rattling bones that accompanied the undead hooligans. Upon finding them he introduced himself as Bartholomew Gray, necromancer extraordinaire. The spirits fell to the ground and begged the necromancer to allow them to pass on. Jonathan couldn’t believe his eyes as he saw them beg.
The ancient man answered their prayers and sent them on their way to the Sanctuary leaving only himself and the boy in the pirate gravesite. Jonathan was furious with the man and beat his fist against the old man’s chest before collapsing into a sobbing heap. The man took pity upon the boy and explained to him how he had only sent the pirates to the beyond, “where they belong.” It took Jonathan awhile to understand this. Once he did he asked the man why he had come along in the first place. The necromancer explained his position to the boy and offered him an apprenticeship. With nowhere else to go and nothing to do the boy accepted.
The two traveled far to Temarra where they would reside for quite sometime. When Jonathan arrived he shed his birth name and took up the moniker Threnody, a song or poem of mourning. With his new life and new name Threnody set about learning the ways of the necromancer. The things he learned were both exciting and frightening. He was an intelligent child who picked things up quickly. He grasped basic concepts almost immediately and what he didn’t understand he often figured out within a few hours of deep thinking. Bartholomew felt as if he had found the best apprentice an old man could ask for. Time passed quickly and the next thing the duo knew Threondy was celebrating his seventeenth birthday, thought birthdays do not mean much to the immortal.
After his birthday, rumors spread of a wandering mage who wished to prove himself the best, in all forms of magic. Bartholomew felt that it was his place to show the other mage where he belonged. The student and master set out from there comfortable home in the mountains in search of the mage. It didn’t take long. In the early hours of the day they happened across the mage who was attempting to move a forest. The two old men conversed for a time before the fight actually began. Threnody was astounded to see the dead rise from their graves and battle against the elemental magician. It was a long fight, but in the end they were both killed.
Threnody stayed by his master’s side until he passed. Before that happened though he passed on three of his possessions to the boy. The first two were his ring and cloak. The final was all of the power he had obtained through his life. The Elder necromancer forced his power into the boy and wished him the best of luck becoming a guardian of the dead. The old man died then with a smile on his face. Threnody was heartbroken and spent his days wandering the land. He had no idea how to tap into his masters power and felt that there was no way for him to continue on with his training. Later, he found that he had to continue on.
As he hunkered down for the night in a cemetery he was awoken by the cry of ghosts and the stench of rotting flesh. His eyes went wide with terror as he saw that many of the inhabitants had risen from their graves. He knew that no one was around and feared that he had accidentally brought forth the malevolent spirits. He ran away and continued on his journey. When it happened again he decided that he must seek out a new master and learn the ways of the necromancer, or else doom all of Yviex to be over run by wild ghouls, ghosts, and zombies. With no leads on where to find a master he travels the world seeking someone to help him get a handle of his overwhelming powers.