Post by Væte on Dec 10, 2011 5:06:07 GMT -6
Væte
"We don't hate you, we just don't care about you.”
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"We don't hate you, we just don't care about you.”
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Alias: Væte, Vætr, Ahtel Fresson (his human name), and many others.
Age: 32-33
Orientation: None
Race: Shade
Weight: 107 lbs
Build: tall and skinny
Markings: None
[/ul]Special: As a Shade, Væte is a powerful sorcerer. He is not, however, a particularly skilled one – Ahtel was not a particularly competent sorcerer, and although the spirits that control him now are a great deal smarter and fascinated by magic, it still remains that there is a lot he doesn't know about it.
Væte has wide, rather buggy eyes, and a skinny, pointed face. He frequently covers his eyes and hair, distinctive Shade features, with a disguise, magical or otherwise.
Character: original
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Likes:
magic
people – although in a distant, psychopathic way
torturing people – like a cat, Væte likes to play with his prey
Dislikes:
Ahtel Fresson and everything connected to him
Boredom
Being recognized as a Shade before he wants to be
Strengths:
physical combat – As a Shade, Væte is physically superior to humans.
personality – Væte is charismatic, in a weird way, and his nonthreatening behaviour makes it difficult to take him as a serious threat
magical power – his magic may not particularly versatile, but what he can do, he can do very well.
intelligence – he is extremely smart and observant. This isn't that much of an advantage now, since he has no framework of knowledge to fit his observations into, but it could be.
Weaknesses:
ignorance – a lot of what was Ahtel Fresson knew has been mutilated by his transformation, and Væte hasn't had much time to learn about Alagaesia on his own.
planning – yeah he doesn't do much of that
disunion – Væte does not see himself as an entity, so much as a collection of several entities, and is not unlikely to get into an argument with himself at some crucial moment
short attention span
Fears:
being discorporated – while Væte is, like any sensible being, scared of being stabbed through the heart and killed outright, he's also terrified of being killed in any other way; he has some vague idea that he might survive, but he's not eager to test it out. Once he does, inevitably, figure out that he'll survive it, he'll still be terrified of it; being discorporated is by no means comfortable, and he'll be in no hurry to repeat it.
Being removed from his body and returned to the state he was before become a Shade – he's not even sure it's possible, but it worries him deeply that it might be.
Secrets:
that he's a Shade
that part of him used to be Ahtel Fresson
(he's terrible at keeping secrets, and generally resorts to trying to kill whoever he accidentally spilled the beans to.)
Defining Traits:
curiosity :: he wants to know everything. He's always looking to learn something – sometimes it's a new word in the Ancient Language, or a bit of information about human nature. Sometimes it's what people look like on the inside when they've been cut open with a dagger.
friendliness :: Væte may be effectively a psychopath, but the same disregard for humans that makes him think so little of torturing or killing one means that he can't imagine actively hating one. This, plus his generally upbeat personality, can make him seem genuinely friendly or empathetic to people. [/ul]
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Family:Full History:
Ahtel Fresson was a deeply devoted and also deeply incompetent sorcerer. He lived in a small town at the edges of the Broddring Kingdom, and was something of a big fish in a small pond. At the age of twenty, he had left his town for four years to study sorcery abroad. When he returned, he conveniently forgot to mention that he'd been kicked out of his school for sheer incompetence. In a small town, his general lack of talent, common sense, or ability to not be a jerk could be ignored more easily, since no one else in his town could do any sort of magic. He set himself up as the town's resident magician, and used 50% real magic, 50% con-man-ship to make a name and a living for himself.
In his heart, though, he knew that this little town was the only place he could possibly pretend to be anything more than a failure at his chosen career, so in the depths of his workshop he started to turn to darker and darker magic to give himself power. It would be hard to say whether he summoned spirits too powerful for himself to control one day, or whether he deliberately gave himself to the spirits in order to gain their power. Væte doesn't like to say, and when he does talk about it, his story is rarely the same twice. But at any rate, the townspeople were awakened by a great commotion in Ahtel's workshop, and forced the door open to see what Ahtel had become.
Væte, confused and off balance, tried to reason with them - one moment claiming that he was still Ahtel, that he was in control, the next minute bewildered and asking where he was, the next glaring and threatening them with his wrath.
They tried to attack him. This proved to be a mistake, because even a deeply confused Shade is more than a match for a bunch of largely unarmed villagers. Covered in blood, the new Shade ran out into the desert, and has been wandering Alagaesia since.
Name: Hexiva
Experience: about eight years, although I'm sorry to say it's been about that long since I read the Inheritance Cycle seriously.
RP Sample:
Væte checked his disguise before he entered the town. His maroon eyes and crimson hair were carefully hidden by it, and he was reasonably certain he looked normal. At the very least, he drew no overt stares as he walked down the main street, glancing to and fro to observe the humans surrounding him.
Spotting a tavern – he knew what that was; Ahtel had spent a depressing amount of time drinking himself to distraction in one – he decided to give it a try. How badly could it go, eh? He had his disguise, and, well, if that failed him, he had his dagger. It would be a good test of his disguise.
“Hello!” he said, cheerfully, to the bartender. “We'd like a drink.”
The bartender looked at Væte, and then behind him. “With friends, are you?” he asked hopefully.
“No,” the Shade said, puzzled. He glanced around himself. He was pretty clearly alone. “We're new in town,” he explained.
“You are, are you?” the bartender said, glancing behind Væte in the vain hope that some other people who he could be referring to would have appeared in the last few seconds. “Well . . . it's always nice to have newcomers. Keeps the town fresh. Here's your drink.” He thrust the drink into Væte's hand.
“Thank you,” Væte said, absently, still trying to figure out the bartender's behavior.
He took a seat at the bar and sipped his drink. It was sour to his tongue; he didn't know whether his transformation had affected his taste or whether it was just terrible beer. Ah, well. He hadn't come here to drink. He'd come here to watch.