Navlos - Loner
Sept 21, 2015 16:57:05 GMT -6
Post by Mokobo on Sept 21, 2015 16:57:05 GMT -6
Gender - Male
Age - 12 Human Years
Race - Wolf/Hellhound Hybrid
Pack - None
Kin - Luke (adopted son, deceased), Kindare (adopted son, deceased)
Appearance - A fine physical specimen, this creature's body is designed for killing. Slaughter is his favorite sport, and he endlessly seeks out new victims with dark, blood-red eyes. Iron strong muscles lurk beneath a thick, black pelt. That dark fur is broken by scars in countless places across his entire body. Those marks of battles past vary in size and placement, but one of the most prominent runs up the side of his face to a tattered ear. Yet the most unsettling scar rests upon his right foreleg, a patch devoid of fur entirely. The flesh of the scar is transparent, giving a few to the muscles and veins that pulse beneath. Even though he is well built, his body's shape is not so large that it interferes with the speed and deadliness he takes pride in. The most noticeable feature of this creature is his claws, which seem to be made of a mysterious alloy that never looses it bright patina. Whenever this beast is injured his blood itself holds a certain glitter, suggesting the mysterious alloy resides in more than his claws. A weathered sack made from the flesh and tendons of some large reptilian is always strapped against his side, offering a soft jingle of metal with his every move.
Personality - Several words could concisely describe this best; insane, ruthless, unpredictable, bloodthirsty. As a youth he was tortured to brutality, and as an adult he has displayed that brutality magnificently. Years ago it had not always been so. He had a lover, and was devoted entirely to her. That devotion led him after her down the path of madness. When he had lost all, and by his own hand, the descent into insanity was complete. Years of wandering has only furthered his sickness, driving him so far as to forsake his birth name and give unto himself another.
Magic - Metal
Spells - Smelt and Forge: Contrary to the name of this spell, there is no heat used in the process. Instead, the caster calls upon the nature magnetism of the earth and manipulates it to their own will. Using such a force, the caster can pull pure metals from any ore or ill-mixed alloy. The use of such energies can also be directed to shaping the metals into whichever form the caster desires.
- Magnetic Charge: The caster calls upon the magnetic fields of the planet, charging an object and their own person with either a similar or opposite polarity. The result is sending a metallic object away or toward the caster, with it's speed depending on the energy invested in the action. This spell can be rather costly depending on the size of the object and distance traveled. Advanced users have learned to alternate the charges so as to change the paths of the objects they control.
Skills - A pair of bat-like wings can sprout from the beast's back. He can bring forth these appendages at will. Years of endless fighting have granted this beast a sharp wit for battle, and the strength to match.
Biography - Born in the harsh lands far to the north of the Imperii, Navlos was given a different name from his parents. The beast has no memory of his family, for at a young age raiders fell upon their den. He and his siblings were taken as captives and were brought to the home of those raiders. They saw many other captive pups being brought to that accursed mountain. While their fellow captives were trained with the raiders, Navlos and his brood were instead brought to the very summit. The beast and his siblings were used for dark rituals, most of which seemed to fail. In but a few short years, he was the last one living from his many brothers and sisters. However the dark ritual had been completed, and the pain of it wiped away the memory of everything before. It was then the beast was made to train with his fellow captives, many of whom he mangled and dismembered with his sharp, shining claws. When the raiders formed their Elite, the beast was the first chosen. Yet the position of command was given to another, sowing the first dark seed of anger. For many a year the Elite wreaked havoc in the north, and none of the members seemed to enjoy it as much as Navlos. All good things must come to an end, and soon the Elite's leader managed to get his family slaughtered. The leader wanted to leave the raiders, and had to argue endlessly with the beast to convince him to join. It was only at the mention of the forgotten siblings that the bloodthirsty raider grew some interest. It was the description of a lost sister that brought the memories flooding back, and with them an anger like no other. The battle as they fled the mountain had been glorious, and many of his brothers-in-arms fell before him. The survivors fled to the south, where their leader named them Defenders and vowed for them to protect the weaklings around them. For a time the beast played the game, and even found himself falling in love. His mate shared his lust for battle, and she seemed a veritable valkyrie to him. When his love disappeared for a time, Navlos remained behind with their adopted sons to teach them the ways of battle. For a time the beast and his sons had peace, but it soon ended with the return of the mother. The beast's love returned to him possessed by a demon, though he did not know it at the time. She urged him to kill his fellow Defenders. Her words grew the old seed of anger within him. If he had been made the leader the Elite would never have grown weak. To bring back that strength he would have to purge the ranks. The first brother he killed was the golden, powerless one, for he was the one the beast viewed as the weakest. Through means of treachery and deceit did Navlos and his sons slaughters his brothes one by one. Soon the leader was the last one remaining, and his death was the sweetest. The victory brought a bittersweet end however. When the betrayer returned to his love she revealed her possession and attacked him. That battle left him with a tattered ear, a scarred face, and a broken soul. The only creature he ever truly loved was dead by his hand at his finest hour. Soon after, even more of the luster of his victory was taken from him. The weak golden wolf had somehow survived and had been spotted by his sons. Kindare was the one who brought the tidings to him, along with the news that Luke had died fighting the weakling. The beast's anger was so great he slayed his surviving son and set out to finish his task. Yet even as he descended upon the golden one, his plans unraveled before him. The leader of the Defenders, the pale one he had slayed with his own claws, stood before him. The ensuing battle was the beast's darkest hour as he was beaten and chased from the lands. For years he wandered aimlessly, seeking out fights with whomever might have a chance of besting him. Many a creature fell to his wrath, but no victory could redeem his greatest loss. Failure and ruin had driven Navlos deeper into madness, and eventually he forsook his birth name to don the title he now bares. The title of Nameless. When the Demon War erupted in his old homelands he took no part. The beast could not bring himself to join the likes which had robbed him of his love, nor would he ever rejoin his once brothers. Instead he continued his wanderings, and still roams endlessly to this day.
Age - 12 Human Years
Race - Wolf/Hellhound Hybrid
Pack - None
Kin - Luke (adopted son, deceased), Kindare (adopted son, deceased)
Appearance - A fine physical specimen, this creature's body is designed for killing. Slaughter is his favorite sport, and he endlessly seeks out new victims with dark, blood-red eyes. Iron strong muscles lurk beneath a thick, black pelt. That dark fur is broken by scars in countless places across his entire body. Those marks of battles past vary in size and placement, but one of the most prominent runs up the side of his face to a tattered ear. Yet the most unsettling scar rests upon his right foreleg, a patch devoid of fur entirely. The flesh of the scar is transparent, giving a few to the muscles and veins that pulse beneath. Even though he is well built, his body's shape is not so large that it interferes with the speed and deadliness he takes pride in. The most noticeable feature of this creature is his claws, which seem to be made of a mysterious alloy that never looses it bright patina. Whenever this beast is injured his blood itself holds a certain glitter, suggesting the mysterious alloy resides in more than his claws. A weathered sack made from the flesh and tendons of some large reptilian is always strapped against his side, offering a soft jingle of metal with his every move.
Personality - Several words could concisely describe this best; insane, ruthless, unpredictable, bloodthirsty. As a youth he was tortured to brutality, and as an adult he has displayed that brutality magnificently. Years ago it had not always been so. He had a lover, and was devoted entirely to her. That devotion led him after her down the path of madness. When he had lost all, and by his own hand, the descent into insanity was complete. Years of wandering has only furthered his sickness, driving him so far as to forsake his birth name and give unto himself another.
Magic - Metal
Spells - Smelt and Forge: Contrary to the name of this spell, there is no heat used in the process. Instead, the caster calls upon the nature magnetism of the earth and manipulates it to their own will. Using such a force, the caster can pull pure metals from any ore or ill-mixed alloy. The use of such energies can also be directed to shaping the metals into whichever form the caster desires.
- Magnetic Charge: The caster calls upon the magnetic fields of the planet, charging an object and their own person with either a similar or opposite polarity. The result is sending a metallic object away or toward the caster, with it's speed depending on the energy invested in the action. This spell can be rather costly depending on the size of the object and distance traveled. Advanced users have learned to alternate the charges so as to change the paths of the objects they control.
Skills - A pair of bat-like wings can sprout from the beast's back. He can bring forth these appendages at will. Years of endless fighting have granted this beast a sharp wit for battle, and the strength to match.
Biography - Born in the harsh lands far to the north of the Imperii, Navlos was given a different name from his parents. The beast has no memory of his family, for at a young age raiders fell upon their den. He and his siblings were taken as captives and were brought to the home of those raiders. They saw many other captive pups being brought to that accursed mountain. While their fellow captives were trained with the raiders, Navlos and his brood were instead brought to the very summit. The beast and his siblings were used for dark rituals, most of which seemed to fail. In but a few short years, he was the last one living from his many brothers and sisters. However the dark ritual had been completed, and the pain of it wiped away the memory of everything before. It was then the beast was made to train with his fellow captives, many of whom he mangled and dismembered with his sharp, shining claws. When the raiders formed their Elite, the beast was the first chosen. Yet the position of command was given to another, sowing the first dark seed of anger. For many a year the Elite wreaked havoc in the north, and none of the members seemed to enjoy it as much as Navlos. All good things must come to an end, and soon the Elite's leader managed to get his family slaughtered. The leader wanted to leave the raiders, and had to argue endlessly with the beast to convince him to join. It was only at the mention of the forgotten siblings that the bloodthirsty raider grew some interest. It was the description of a lost sister that brought the memories flooding back, and with them an anger like no other. The battle as they fled the mountain had been glorious, and many of his brothers-in-arms fell before him. The survivors fled to the south, where their leader named them Defenders and vowed for them to protect the weaklings around them. For a time the beast played the game, and even found himself falling in love. His mate shared his lust for battle, and she seemed a veritable valkyrie to him. When his love disappeared for a time, Navlos remained behind with their adopted sons to teach them the ways of battle. For a time the beast and his sons had peace, but it soon ended with the return of the mother. The beast's love returned to him possessed by a demon, though he did not know it at the time. She urged him to kill his fellow Defenders. Her words grew the old seed of anger within him. If he had been made the leader the Elite would never have grown weak. To bring back that strength he would have to purge the ranks. The first brother he killed was the golden, powerless one, for he was the one the beast viewed as the weakest. Through means of treachery and deceit did Navlos and his sons slaughters his brothes one by one. Soon the leader was the last one remaining, and his death was the sweetest. The victory brought a bittersweet end however. When the betrayer returned to his love she revealed her possession and attacked him. That battle left him with a tattered ear, a scarred face, and a broken soul. The only creature he ever truly loved was dead by his hand at his finest hour. Soon after, even more of the luster of his victory was taken from him. The weak golden wolf had somehow survived and had been spotted by his sons. Kindare was the one who brought the tidings to him, along with the news that Luke had died fighting the weakling. The beast's anger was so great he slayed his surviving son and set out to finish his task. Yet even as he descended upon the golden one, his plans unraveled before him. The leader of the Defenders, the pale one he had slayed with his own claws, stood before him. The ensuing battle was the beast's darkest hour as he was beaten and chased from the lands. For years he wandered aimlessly, seeking out fights with whomever might have a chance of besting him. Many a creature fell to his wrath, but no victory could redeem his greatest loss. Failure and ruin had driven Navlos deeper into madness, and eventually he forsook his birth name to don the title he now bares. The title of Nameless. When the Demon War erupted in his old homelands he took no part. The beast could not bring himself to join the likes which had robbed him of his love, nor would he ever rejoin his once brothers. Instead he continued his wanderings, and still roams endlessly to this day.