Post by Marius on Apr 1, 2011 18:00:32 GMT -5
Character Name:Marius Vuldane
Appearance:When in his human form, Marius has Slight Wolf ears, Wolven Eyes, Muscular, Go-tee/Beard, Wavy Brown Hair, Brown leather vest/Gray-Brown Pants, Leather Metallic Arm-Guards, Fang Necklace. When in his full wolf form, His whole face turns to that of a wolf, being covered by some type of mask. His hair grows and turns as black as nigh, his eyes turn yellow like the moon, and grows a horn on his head. He then wears a black armor suit, a cloth covering his legs and trailing down before his feet, a belt with a yellow orb in the middle, and now weilds a giant crescent blade.
Personality: Brave, Modest, Courageous, Fair, Altruistic, Caring, Compassionate
Class: Fighter
Roleplay Sample:
Rebirth of a Wolf. Saving of a Life.
Marius Wolf, knight of Wolves, sat upon his throne late in the evening running his thoughts through and through. Lately, he recently reacquainted with his granddaughter Anna, and his daughter Lola. He also found his mate after so long of being with out her. Angel was the light of his life though many believed he did not show it enough. He thought of his life growing up as a mere youngling, to being a slave to the more wicked and powerful, to becoming his own Fountain of power. He thought of the times when his sword was swift, his mind destructive, and his will never ending. He thought of his kids, each one playing a special note of music within his heart. Many believed he did not have a heart, but he was capable of love and that love was proof that Marius Wolf in deed had a heart. Taking deep breaths his thoughts would not stop roaming. Again he ran through every deed he begun, every deed that he has yet to finish, and then he stopped on one single thought. His power felt like it was missing something. Shock painted his face, pure and utter shock, as he stood up and looked out into the distance. He looked out into the vast darkness of the Chaos Realm. He looked out, and he could feel that gaping hole in him. One of his children was dying at this very moment.
Immediately, without a single thought, Marius was gone from his throne room, and he now stood on a blackened earth. The smell of flesh being torn was thick in the air, and his sense of so much power being used was active. He could smell it, smell the pain, smell the tears, and smell his child’s final breaths. Lightly he took his steps through the area, for he did not want to disturb such a sight. Marius was a warrior at heart, a hunter by nature, and battle fields were something he was accustomed to. It was like painting a beautiful portrait of blood, and death. This time, however, this time this portrait came with a price. His feet took him to a body, a body he recognized rather well. It should be easy to recognize the body that carried with it a Wolf Spirit. Stranger things were created in the world of might and magic, and this creation was the second he has ever put his hands on. She was a dragon, a hybrid already, but now she had a wolf spirit inside of her, and she was losing the battle to death itself. Razia, his dear Razia, one of his youngest children was on the brink of losing her greatest battle, and the Wolven Knight could not allow it to happen.
Dropping to his knees, sadness ran through him as he stared at the wounds. His hand reached slightly to her hair to remove the strands that covered her face, and he spoke in a soft voice, “My child, my dear child what has happened to you?” He leaned forward, and laid his lips upon her forehead tasting the power ravaged skin. Already Marius was running the battle she had with her brother Skulblaka through his mind. He knew that she was of no match to him, but he was proud that she stood her ground. Skulblaka was by far older than his sister, and much more vicious. Such is the dragon way as he shook his head. A growl tore through his lips, a deep rumbling growl that caused thunder to strike the sky. Electricity ran up and down his arms, his hair began to rise with the power that was building up, and Marius let out that scream of pain to the winds. Reaching in the air his power tore at the clouds causing a massive storm to build, his scream carried on the winds destroying any animal that was within distance. A power burst was what it was called, but it was not near what a Knight of his stature could do. Even in his anger, even in his sadness, Marius still had control.
Taking his deep breaths to calm down just enough to think without lashing out even more Marius reached slowly underneath his daughter’s body, and lifted her up. Standing, cradling her body to his chest, he looked out at the battlefield. “I shall save her. Her life belongs to me, and that is why she has two souls. She will be reborn, yes, she will be reborn, and nobody is going to stop me. She is my child, and I shall do everything in my power to ensure their survival.” Turning around he walked slowly out of the field. As Marius steps took him towards his own kingdom, the ghouls of the underworld arouse from the ground. Many of them came screaming their pain, screaming their curses at the Wolven warrior, and they came to claim the soul of his daughter. Growling at them, and with a flash of his eyes they exploded in their oil like substance to the ground. He took a few more steps till the ground split open revealing a woman that he really did not want to see. Wrapped in her normal garb, Aleshanee Wolf was his sister, and she was a Death Goddess. She crossed her arms, and simply went “Tsk, Tsk, Tsk baby brother. You know very well she belongs in the underworld.” Marius stared painfully in her eyes, and spoke with a straight forward voice, “Aleshanee, you hate me with a passion, but do not punish your niece. We had a deal that all wolves that die are to come to paradise. We had a deal Aleshanee.” She laughed then, and at that instant the ground turned even darker than what it was, and she spoke with her acid mouth, “But you do not understand brother, she is not a wolf, she is a dragon, and therefore our deal is null and void.” The storm struck them reminding both siblings that it was not exactly smart to be in the same vicinity with each other. Both of them never liked to be near one another.
He took a step back then, and he ran through his thoughts again. He would not allow for his daughter to go to the underworld. Even with family he new his sister was not passionate about anything except for killing her baby brother which she has not succeeded in. Taking a deep breath, Marius looked down at the now paling face of his child, “The deal is still active. I shall deliver personally what you want, but please let me save her. I will give you the dragon, I promise this, but do not take my child. I have never begged you for anything, allow me this one.” Aleshanee tilted her head as she stared at her brother. Such conviction she thought, but then shrugged her shoulders as she walked up slowly to them. “Fine…” she spoke out for the ghouls to hear, “You can do what you must, but what you plan is risky, and you have done it far too many times. Even the fates grow impatient with your constant butting in.” She touched Razia’s forehead, and a glow surrounded her body, “That shall keep her soul intact till you are finished, but I want that dragon my brother. I want it soon. So shall it is written.” A book appeared in her hands as she wrote down what was about to happen. Marius did not wait for her to finish, he walked past her knowing that was her way of allowing him to pass.
Appearing in his throne room, the wolven Knight called out to his servants, “Bring two alters, I need one for her, and one for a fallen wolf. Find one that is black, that has recently died, and that has lost its soul to my sister. There are plenty of those so do not be slow about this. And move damn you, if I do not finish my sister comes here, and I know none of you will even stand a chance against her. Go, now..” His servants ran with haste, and they were to fetch what he needed. Sitting down in his throne still cradling her body, “I speak the truth my child, you shall live, and you shall be different. Tiamat shall be angry, everyone shall be shocked, but you will be alive. Hate me after this if you want, but even Feron shall enjoy this. When I am finished you are seriously going to need to learn how to walk again.” Kissing her forehead softly as his mind reached out to his sister Grace, and hoping to find Marianna, he knew now what he was about to do. This was so going to be one for the books, and he would love to have Grace know just how well he was going to do this.
Appearance:When in his human form, Marius has Slight Wolf ears, Wolven Eyes, Muscular, Go-tee/Beard, Wavy Brown Hair, Brown leather vest/Gray-Brown Pants, Leather Metallic Arm-Guards, Fang Necklace. When in his full wolf form, His whole face turns to that of a wolf, being covered by some type of mask. His hair grows and turns as black as nigh, his eyes turn yellow like the moon, and grows a horn on his head. He then wears a black armor suit, a cloth covering his legs and trailing down before his feet, a belt with a yellow orb in the middle, and now weilds a giant crescent blade.
Personality: Brave, Modest, Courageous, Fair, Altruistic, Caring, Compassionate
Class: Fighter
Roleplay Sample:
Rebirth of a Wolf. Saving of a Life.
Marius Wolf, knight of Wolves, sat upon his throne late in the evening running his thoughts through and through. Lately, he recently reacquainted with his granddaughter Anna, and his daughter Lola. He also found his mate after so long of being with out her. Angel was the light of his life though many believed he did not show it enough. He thought of his life growing up as a mere youngling, to being a slave to the more wicked and powerful, to becoming his own Fountain of power. He thought of the times when his sword was swift, his mind destructive, and his will never ending. He thought of his kids, each one playing a special note of music within his heart. Many believed he did not have a heart, but he was capable of love and that love was proof that Marius Wolf in deed had a heart. Taking deep breaths his thoughts would not stop roaming. Again he ran through every deed he begun, every deed that he has yet to finish, and then he stopped on one single thought. His power felt like it was missing something. Shock painted his face, pure and utter shock, as he stood up and looked out into the distance. He looked out into the vast darkness of the Chaos Realm. He looked out, and he could feel that gaping hole in him. One of his children was dying at this very moment.
Immediately, without a single thought, Marius was gone from his throne room, and he now stood on a blackened earth. The smell of flesh being torn was thick in the air, and his sense of so much power being used was active. He could smell it, smell the pain, smell the tears, and smell his child’s final breaths. Lightly he took his steps through the area, for he did not want to disturb such a sight. Marius was a warrior at heart, a hunter by nature, and battle fields were something he was accustomed to. It was like painting a beautiful portrait of blood, and death. This time, however, this time this portrait came with a price. His feet took him to a body, a body he recognized rather well. It should be easy to recognize the body that carried with it a Wolf Spirit. Stranger things were created in the world of might and magic, and this creation was the second he has ever put his hands on. She was a dragon, a hybrid already, but now she had a wolf spirit inside of her, and she was losing the battle to death itself. Razia, his dear Razia, one of his youngest children was on the brink of losing her greatest battle, and the Wolven Knight could not allow it to happen.
Dropping to his knees, sadness ran through him as he stared at the wounds. His hand reached slightly to her hair to remove the strands that covered her face, and he spoke in a soft voice, “My child, my dear child what has happened to you?” He leaned forward, and laid his lips upon her forehead tasting the power ravaged skin. Already Marius was running the battle she had with her brother Skulblaka through his mind. He knew that she was of no match to him, but he was proud that she stood her ground. Skulblaka was by far older than his sister, and much more vicious. Such is the dragon way as he shook his head. A growl tore through his lips, a deep rumbling growl that caused thunder to strike the sky. Electricity ran up and down his arms, his hair began to rise with the power that was building up, and Marius let out that scream of pain to the winds. Reaching in the air his power tore at the clouds causing a massive storm to build, his scream carried on the winds destroying any animal that was within distance. A power burst was what it was called, but it was not near what a Knight of his stature could do. Even in his anger, even in his sadness, Marius still had control.
Taking his deep breaths to calm down just enough to think without lashing out even more Marius reached slowly underneath his daughter’s body, and lifted her up. Standing, cradling her body to his chest, he looked out at the battlefield. “I shall save her. Her life belongs to me, and that is why she has two souls. She will be reborn, yes, she will be reborn, and nobody is going to stop me. She is my child, and I shall do everything in my power to ensure their survival.” Turning around he walked slowly out of the field. As Marius steps took him towards his own kingdom, the ghouls of the underworld arouse from the ground. Many of them came screaming their pain, screaming their curses at the Wolven warrior, and they came to claim the soul of his daughter. Growling at them, and with a flash of his eyes they exploded in their oil like substance to the ground. He took a few more steps till the ground split open revealing a woman that he really did not want to see. Wrapped in her normal garb, Aleshanee Wolf was his sister, and she was a Death Goddess. She crossed her arms, and simply went “Tsk, Tsk, Tsk baby brother. You know very well she belongs in the underworld.” Marius stared painfully in her eyes, and spoke with a straight forward voice, “Aleshanee, you hate me with a passion, but do not punish your niece. We had a deal that all wolves that die are to come to paradise. We had a deal Aleshanee.” She laughed then, and at that instant the ground turned even darker than what it was, and she spoke with her acid mouth, “But you do not understand brother, she is not a wolf, she is a dragon, and therefore our deal is null and void.” The storm struck them reminding both siblings that it was not exactly smart to be in the same vicinity with each other. Both of them never liked to be near one another.
He took a step back then, and he ran through his thoughts again. He would not allow for his daughter to go to the underworld. Even with family he new his sister was not passionate about anything except for killing her baby brother which she has not succeeded in. Taking a deep breath, Marius looked down at the now paling face of his child, “The deal is still active. I shall deliver personally what you want, but please let me save her. I will give you the dragon, I promise this, but do not take my child. I have never begged you for anything, allow me this one.” Aleshanee tilted her head as she stared at her brother. Such conviction she thought, but then shrugged her shoulders as she walked up slowly to them. “Fine…” she spoke out for the ghouls to hear, “You can do what you must, but what you plan is risky, and you have done it far too many times. Even the fates grow impatient with your constant butting in.” She touched Razia’s forehead, and a glow surrounded her body, “That shall keep her soul intact till you are finished, but I want that dragon my brother. I want it soon. So shall it is written.” A book appeared in her hands as she wrote down what was about to happen. Marius did not wait for her to finish, he walked past her knowing that was her way of allowing him to pass.
Appearing in his throne room, the wolven Knight called out to his servants, “Bring two alters, I need one for her, and one for a fallen wolf. Find one that is black, that has recently died, and that has lost its soul to my sister. There are plenty of those so do not be slow about this. And move damn you, if I do not finish my sister comes here, and I know none of you will even stand a chance against her. Go, now..” His servants ran with haste, and they were to fetch what he needed. Sitting down in his throne still cradling her body, “I speak the truth my child, you shall live, and you shall be different. Tiamat shall be angry, everyone shall be shocked, but you will be alive. Hate me after this if you want, but even Feron shall enjoy this. When I am finished you are seriously going to need to learn how to walk again.” Kissing her forehead softly as his mind reached out to his sister Grace, and hoping to find Marianna, he knew now what he was about to do. This was so going to be one for the books, and he would love to have Grace know just how well he was going to do this.
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