Post by greywalker13 on Jan 26, 2010 3:16:59 GMT -5
Character: Candor
Faction: Virtue
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Element: Ice
Summon:
Faction: Virtue
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Element: Ice
Summon:
Vi’Lana [Great Horned Owl, Female]Power:
Vi’Lana is larger than the average owl, with a body length of 2 feet and a 5 foot wingspan. Weighing inat approximately 3.5lbs, she is a majestic sight to behold. She appears to be pure white, but upon closer inspection it can be observed that her feathers vary between white and a pale blue. Her eyes have a dark blue iris with runes written along the edge. She prefers to remain high in trees where she can survey her surroundings with ease, but will descend in order to speak with Candor or others. She will not reveal her presence to people unless they are friends of Candor, and strikes with a silent vengeance on his enemies.
Affinity-Based: TruthWeapon:
Candor is incapable of lying outright, however he is still capable of withholding information or giving partial answers, provided he believes them to be true. When in direct (skin to skin) contact with another person, this ability will affect them as well, but will only last as long as contact is held.
Element-Based: Ice Creation
Candor is capable of freezing water in his immediate vicinity, creating objects of various sizes and shapes. His power is limited by the quantity of water in the immediate area, however. While it is possible for him to create ice from the moisture in the air, the formation would take a great deal of time, as it must begin with skin contact and afterwards proceed from the newly created ice. Objects made in this way possess no life of their own and are nothing more than ice sculptures once formed. As more ice is formed, Candor’s body temperature increases in response, and he must be cautious in order to prevent his body from cooking. The more water he is in direct contact with, the faster he can create ice. He can shape ice he has created as long as he is in direct contact with it, but e cannot change its mass without raising his body temperature.
Battle ArmourAppearance:
Not true armour so much as a pair of Gauntlets and Greaves, these are fashioned of deep blue steel, etched with white runes. The Gauntlets cover the entirety of the forearm and extend about two inches past the elbow. Each gauntlet is inscribed with a wing along the forearm, with an eye on the back of the hand. These designs are inscribed in silver. The greaves extend to just above the knee, and are similarly etched, with a talon on the side of either leg.
Candor fights primarily in close combat, using his armour for both offence and defence, and creating extra weapons and armour from ice if needed. Both the gauntlets and greaves are always cold to the touch, but will not greatly affect Candor’s internal body temperature.
Weighing in at 175lbs and 5’9, Candor’s build lies close to thin, but well built. He keeps his hair, which is a deep brown with a white streak in it, at a medium length. His skin is somewhat pale, ad his eyes are a light blue flecked with white in the iris.History:
Candor prefers to wear thick layers of clothing, giving him the appearance of being larger than he is. Changes in temperature around him seem to not bother him, and he has been seen wearing heavy clothes eve in the middle of the summer. When asked if he’s trying to keep the heat out, he always replies with “It’s not so much keeping the heat out as keeping the cold in.” No one ever questions him o the matter a second time, although he tends to lose layers the colder it gets.
Candor was once known as Darvos, the son of a fisherman who lived in the North along the coast near Lehaita. There he was taught how to live off the land, and to fish beneath the ice. Day to day life was fraught with danger from the ever-present wolf packs and wildcats, which had to be either avoided or fought, with the battles always ending in death. Darvos was brought up to respect the world, for it was always harsh and unforgiving, and never let him forget.Behaviour:
As the years passed, Darvos grew more and more accustomed to the world of the wild, and would pass long hours at the edge of the sea, where he dreamt of faraway places where the ice would melt and the woods were not fraught with peril. He once had asked is father if such places existed. The father had looked pensive for a long time, then responded:
“There are many places like that, far to the south of here. The ice melts for most of the year, and in some places it never comes. In those places there are people of power who live forever, and ca bend the world to their will. But for all their power, ad all their warmth, they cannot melt the ice of the heart.”
Darvos was surprised by this and inquired further.
“The ice of the heart is the lie. They lie to themselves and to each other about who they are and what they want, for they look at the world and cannot trust it to be what it seems. The danger there is hidden, and the ice acts as armour to protect the heart. Here, the danger is always close, and there is o need to wear the ice of the heart, for we know what we can and cannot trust.”
“Must it always be this way?”
“For me, it must. Many years ago I too wore the ice of the heart, and it was too heavy a burden. So I turned to this land of ice, so that the ice on my heart may melt. You have never worn a heart of ice, and know not of its burden. If you wish to see the lands where the ice melts on the sea and forms on the heart, you must only follow the coast south.”
Darvos left for the land of the south the next day, bidding his father a final farewell. He walked for three days, both excited and afraid of what lay before him.
Two weeks into his journey, he saw smoke rising from a distant part of the woods. He hurried to the location, and was stunned by the people there. Taking cover in the shadows of the trees, he observed the strange people, with hair dark as night and eyes like demons. He sensed danger from them, ad turned to run. A great black wolf stood blocking his escape, and a voice came from above.
“Now now, what’s the rush? Stay a while, rest.”
Darvos attempted to protest, but the voice sounded so inviting. Rest, that would be nice... he’s been walking for a while.
“That’s it. Have a nice, deep, rest...”
Darvos awoke much later in the camp, bound and gagged. His heavy clothes had been removed and the dark ones were standing over him.
“He looks nice, for a human.”
“Looks fit, too. Could be a nice bit of sport.”
“Nice try. It took a lot to get him all tuckered out, I won’t let him get away because you want to play your game.”
“But it’s so rare to get one this fit! Seems a pity to just kill him.”
“Oh look, now you’ve scared him.”
Darvos was struggling to rise and escape, but the voice spoke again.
“Stay.”
Darvos immediately felt his muscles seize ad he collapsed. The owner of the voice was short, and bent down close to his ear.
“Look kid, you want to get away and Malice here wants some fun. So let’s make a deal. If you can run to that tall tree ad back before he does, then we’ll give you your stuff back and let you go. If he wins, we get to kill you. Now stand up.”
Darvos quickly stood and his bonds were removed. Both he and the man called Malice took a starting position by the edge of camp, and when the short ma yelled “GO!” he ran for all his body could handle. Malice was fast as well, and kept pace. As they neared the tree, Malice slowed and began to turn back. Darvos instead wrapped his arm around the tree and used his momentum to swing around, keeping his speed and beating the dark man back to camp.
Winded, he was hunched over when the short man sauntered up, laughing the whole time.
“Quite a show! Quite a show! Never see someone beat malice in a race before! Quite a show indeed! Now there’s just one thing before we let you go.”
Darvos looked up and saw the silver edge of the knife an instant before it pierced his chest and heart.
“I lied.”
Candor is typically open and will speak his mind about a topic, but is extremely suspicious of what others say. He is able to hold his tongue when needed and his ability (though some could call it a curse) typically instil a sense of trust in those around him. He remembers only the last year of his former life, and intends to seek out the cabin he grew up in, to perhaps greet his father again, or provide a proper burial if needed. This, combined with his childhood love of the frozen north, has made him stray into Sin territory more than once.Other:
Candor refuses to make a deal with anyone unless there is contact.
His normal body temperature is lower than an average person’s, and he seems to prefer colder weather to warmer.Journal:
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