Post by Andirekkr Darrenson on Nov 30, 2011 22:04:41 GMT -6
KYLEandirekkrDARRENSON
"Uhm.....who am I again?”
Jeremy Sumpter/
"Uhm.....who am I again?”
Jeremy Sumpter/
[/i]5'9"
Alias: Andirekkr(spirit warrior) pre-transformation Kyle Darrenson
Age: Body is 17, 1 month as what he is now
Orientation: Straight
Race: Good Shade
Weight:173lbs
Build: Broad shoulders, slim waist, well muscled since bonding
Markings: Has faint gold lines that spark over his skin every few seconds, easily noticeable by elves, but can only be noticed by humans that have extended close contact with him
[/ul]Special: He is something along of a good shade. The spirit that inhabits his body works with him instead of controlling him(see history for more information)
Character: Original
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Likes:
Peace and quite: Kyle is one that meditates often to control his own magic, and can be easily distracted
Meat: Something carried over from his human days, he loves a well cooked meal of steak and potatoes.
Tea: his preferred drink, he takes it three times a day and when ever he meditates.
Dislikes:
Shades- Something coming from his new state of being, the reason that he came into existence(see history)
Flowers- Kyle's human body reacts quickly to a flowers pollen, and it makes him sneeze violently
Hardac Dessert- there are lots of things that lurk in the desert, and many of them are not friendly at all
Strengths:
Physical body- His body has been enhanced through the joining with Andirekkr. The body now has the strength of a Shade or elf.
Wild Magic- Kyle was a pathetic magician at best, but Andirekkr has granted him access to the wild magic that the spirit possesses. Mostly out of his own control, Andirekkr does its best to help.
Pure Heart- Kyle is a simple kid, and doesn't know much about politics or morality. This makes him easy for Andirekkr
Weaknesses:
Pure Heart- Even with Andirekkr there trying to help him, Kyle is naive of the ways of the world, he can get fooled as easily as he sees through some of the bull shit.
Unreliable- Andirekkr's magic is not always stable or 100 percent controllable, and this can be a problem when fighting with those that do use the ancient language.
Untrained- Even with his new found strength, Kyle has not wielded a sword, and is only used to using an axe or hammer as a tool
Fears:
Shades- A fear shared by both Kyle and Andirekkr, its one of both the creature and becoming one
Death- Something held only by Kyle, he fears of the Void beyond life, holding to many superstitions to try and stave off his time
Secrets:
Andirekkr- Kyle does not want to be killed for being a Shade, and Andirekkr does not want to be stopped before he kills Herlið
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Family:
Father:
Sibilings:
Other:
[/ul]Full History:
Kyle is not an interesting person. He is a rancher from the grass lands west of the Hardac Desert, where he lives with his family. They are nomadic, trading cattle and other supplies for what they need as well as what money they can earn. Kyle is the only child of his father and mother. He is not as dark as his mother, who was traded out of the Hardac Desert, but he is darker then his father. His skin is almost the color of the sands themselves. Though he does not know much beyond his life, he has all the skills he needs to make it work. He also holds a tiny bit of magical skill, neither of which his parents have. He tries to hone it, but with the little language he knows, he knows it is best to stick to lighting fires and easing the birthing's of their cattle. Frustrating as it is for him, Kyle does the best he can with what he can. He has lived 16 years as such
Andirekkr, is polar opposite though. Starting his long long life as spirit, he has been summoned time and time again to the will of sorcerers. His works can be read through out history, the words to summon him a well held secret passed word to mouth with master to pupil. While he started life as nothing more then your run of the mill spirit, his long standing interactions with humans has slowly started to change him. It started with thought, and expanded to include the idea of me and I, eventually identifying himself as a male entity. 200 years of constant summoning, and it was bound to happen that Andirekkr would become a Shade. He had no wish too become one, and fought the other spirits while they raged to control the fool that had summoned them all.
While he was powerless to pull himself from the throng, Andirekkr fought every second he could. He spent an unknown amount of time inside of that being, and he hated every second of it. Everything that might of been missing in his personality then soon became part of Andirekkr. A sense of loyalty, justice, and personal honor. He became everything that a Shade was not. Once Andirekkr was able to pull himself free of the being know as Herlið, a feat that nearly killed the spirit, he flew to the closest being that he could find. It just so happened to be a magician named Kyle.
While that night may have been uneventful for Kyle, in the Desert, one could hear the terrible howls and wails of death and pain made by Herlið, as part of her ripped itself out. Flashes of magical power that blighted the land escaped from her body, before Andirekkr flew out into the sky. Once he found Kyle, he rushed into the boy. While it may not have been through sorcery, the magical power that entered into the human nearly killed the boy. His parents found him in the morning, and they could not find anything to help their son in the small amount of potions their son had made. Eventually they decided to take him to Bullridge, in hopes of raising their son back form the sleep he was in. It was a month that he sat there in his coma like state, before he finally awoke. Andirekkr was quick to let his presence be known to Kyle. It was something that scared Kyle beyond his wits end. He tried as hard as he could to avoid hearing the voice, and to keep any one around him from finding out about it.
The changes to his body made it very hard for him to control some of his new strength. Accidents ranging from snapping wooden tools in half to breaking the bones of a cattle he was handling where happening almost every few minutes. It took only two days before his parents could not take it, and shoved Kyle out of their lives, believing the source of the problem to be his magic. Kyle had been fighting the spirit that was inside of him, but he could not hold of the mind that was pressing against his own any longer. Andirekkr rushed his thoughts into Kyle's own, and pushed the memories that the human would need to help destroy the gathering cult in the Desert. Kyle set on his way to Gil'ead, hoping to tell the Riders before any harm came out of the desert.
Name: Zach
Age: 19
Experience:5 years online and 7 tabletop
RP Sample: From a Victorian area Harry Potter site
If there was one thing that could keep a father and son apart, it was different views on how to do the same thing. Alfred always held a strict view on what cores made the best wands, and he stuck strictly to those three. Dragon Heart-string, unicorn hair, and phoenix feathers. But Garf wasn't fulfilled with just those three, he wanted to push the boundaries of what he had learned. If every single wood gave a wand a personality and which wizard it would choose, then the cores must have as just as much effect as the body of the item. So here he was, standing at the edge of the Black Lake, having gotten permission to visit the grounds from the headmaster. With a little bit of asking around, he also found a charm that would let him stay underwater for as long as he would need.
He pulled out the slim, twisted silver wood that was his wand, and waved it over his face and uttered the spell. As the tip went over his face, it formed a silver film, and he drew it back till he heard a pop, and anyone looking at him would see what looked like a bubble blown over his head.
Taking a breathe, the young man stepped forward, and started to wade into the chilled water. He should have looked for a charm to keep his clothes drys while he was at it, but waste not what time he had. His days of luxury where coming further and further between each other as he took over more of the duties around the shop. Garfield's head remained warm though, which was a small blessing. "Test, test." The wizard could hear his words just find, which was what the charm was said to do. He shoved through the water, slowly going deeper into the black water as he looked for the merepeople, wondering how they would feel about his approach.
