Post by Mordokku on Feb 4, 2007 14:52:38 GMT -5
Name: Nero Mordokku
Age: Unknown, eldest vampire known
Weight: 9 stone, can vary
Height: 5ft6, can vary
Appearance: As a vampire, Nero has extremely pale skin and talons and fangs on show almost all the time. He takes pride in his nature and does not wish to hide it, but can if the occasion calls for it. He has shoulder-length black hair that falls over his face somewhat, which has high cheekbones and a thin long nose. His lips are ruby red and mouth medium sized, not too large or too small. His body has well toned muscles adorning it that aren’t large and beefed up but that do not tell of his supernatural strength that exceeds that of twenty strong men. He normally wears a long black trench-coat with short sleeves and black gloves. When Nero goes without blood for ten days or more he will begin to age. As he’s the eldest of the vampire race known if he goes without blood for a long period of time he will appear as little more than an emaciated skeleton. If he goes for any longer without blood his body will try and repair itself but will not be able to and he will begin to devolve. It is theorised that a vampire can become little more than a blob of flesh with spikes and tentacles and claws that only exists to feed.
Personallity: Nero is something of a complex individual. He aspires to be a great leader of the vampires and wants to save them from the chaos, war and bloodshed that their previous leaders have lead them into. He is highly intellectual, with a great love of philosophy, knowledge and intrigue. He was a master manipulator before he eschewed the less honourable ways he once used and has since become a genuinely good person, his vampiric nature aside. He is highly competitive too and will often spar and compete in any way he can with those he considers equals. His overall ambition is to completely unite his race and indeed, any that will follow him in an effort to defy both the evil and good gods.
Class: Necromancer, Sorcerer, Samurai. Omega tenth level in his three classes.
Race: Pureblood Vampire
Spells/Abilities/Tecniques known: Dark Gifts. mordokku642.proboards78.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=abilitiestechniques&thread=1170618684&page=1
Class skills: (Soon to come)
Equipment: mordokku642.proboards78.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=weapons&thread=1170458826&page=1
Blood Reaver
Masamune
Vorago
Chaos Armour
Fighting Style: Mordokku’s powers seem limitless to most of his foes, giving him the appearance in combat of a god. His skill in melee combat is incredible and he tends to switch between his three main weapons depending on the foe he faces. Sorcery also comes naturally to him and he has great skill in magic with an innate adeptness at darkness magic. This is best seen in his skill in necromancy, which he will use to great effect if the situation calls for it. Overall, his fighting style is generally fast and furious, attempting to shut the opponent down as fast as possible and reverse any attack made on him. Overall though he is a flexible fighter who will adapt to whatever foe he is faced with.
Strengths: Ancient vampire, incredible mastery of magic and general combat. His three swords are among the most deadly in existence, the Reaver’s legend also stating that it will be pivotal in the balance of good and evil. Has incredible ability in his Dark Gifts.
Weaknesses: Requires blood to survive, has a mild elemental weakness to fire and light, requires blood of living to survive (and keep from aging and even devolving) and he must sleep in the soil of his home country. If he doesn’t sleep in said soil his magical powers will halve constantly. His physical powers are mostly dependant on how much blood he has drunk and can be lowered to a quarter their natural strength if he goes without blood for a month.
Picture Reference: s55.photobucket.com/albums/g136/Vergil_642/?action=view¤t=Necromancer.jpg
History: At the dawn of Terra the angels and demons were created to serve their masters. One of these angels spent the first age fighting zealously for his master until he met in battle with a demon of darkness. They fought to a draw and during the time he spent licking his wounds he watched a small peasant town. In his boredom he’d decided to see what his more scholarly and intellectual peers loved about these base beings. Over time he began to realise that they all contained an inner nobility the likes of which he’d never seen before. Their lack of power was nothing to them, they all could and many would fight to their end for what they believed in, even if their opponent was one of the gods themselves. Over time, he grew to love them and one in particular interested him. He eventually realised he’d fallen in love with her and went to live among the humans and fathering a child with her. He grew up to be strong but was eventually killed along with his mother by the demon that the angel fought years ago as revenge.
This drove the angel into a fit of rage. He drew up all his powers and fought the demon to a standstill again but was eventually mortally wounded, his reckless and enraged attacks meant that much energy was wasted rather than effectively channelled, allowing the demon to defeat him. The demon, heavily injured, watched as the angel fell, struggling on like the humans he had lived with would have until he finally died. The angel’s actions had a profound effect on the demon, which then fled without causing any further damage, but that tale is related elsewhere. The child that was thought dead however, managed to survive the demon’s attack. He utilised his innate power over the element of darkness to survive, but found his body was fundamentally changed as a result. The demon’s magic had seeped into his body, corrupting him with evil energy and a thirst for blood. However, during the change he could feel another presence deep within him. It was unlike any element he’d felt before but strangely familiar. Unable to determine what this presence was as it faded and was replaced by darkness, he fled into the shadows of history and developed his new powers of darkness, reappearing at the start of the third age.
Through the years he’d travelled throughout the world and trained in the ways of sorcery under a dragon from the first age. Before the dragon would agree to tutor him he had to show that he was worth the dragons time and proceeded to do so by executing a tenth level darkness spell, something that impressed the dragon greatly. After a few years he was considered by the dragon to be an exceptional master of magic and although the scaled one wouldn’t admit it, a match for any dragon he met. He left the dragon’s mountain home after pledging to come to its aid should it ever require him to as a payment for the debt he felt he was in. After a few years of aimless wandering he discovered the lair of a lich that was being attacked by group of villagers and militia. His timely arrival meant that he could help the lich defend himself and they staved the villagers off, helping the lich to heal itself. He then convinced the lich to teach him necromancy as a reward for saving his unlife. His expertise in sorcery and natural aptitude for magic especially that affiliated with the dark allowed him to acquire great power in this dark art very quickly. The lich was shocked at the speed of his learning and soon he had reached the tenth level of necromancy.
After leaving the lich’s company and establishing a link with him that was similar to the link he had forged with the dragon, he established himself as a lord of a province and created an enormous castle that housed the various magical and prized items he’d obtained over the centuries as well as a library that would catalogue almost everything that had been written or recorded on Terra since the planet’s forging. As time passed he became more and more hedonistic, forgetting his past and his legacy from his father until a fateful day when the province he ruled over revolted. He kept himself from harm and after much frantic talk the situation was settled. The castle and its possessions would remain his but he had to give up his rule of the province, with a newly elected official taking his place. During this time he looked over his conduct during the last few years and realised just how much the people he was supposed to have protected suffered under his hand. This had a profound effect on him, much as it had done to the demon that killed his father. After much thought he decided to leave his castle under the protection and watch of numerous undead servants and travelled to a school of fighting. Having learnt much about the fighter class he soon was recognised s capable of becoming a warrior, having passed the tests necessary with perfect scores. However, he decided to learn the ways of the samurai and spent years honing his craft with his sensei. Like the dragon and lich the samurai tutoring him was amazed at his growth and soon recognised him as an equal in battle.
Upon completing his samurai training he left the school and began to travel throughout the world. During his travels he discovered a magical armour called the chaos armour and forged the vorago in a dwarven smithy before taking it to an elven smithy to reinforce it. He then set about finding his fellow vampires and convincing them to return with him to his castle so that they could find a cure to their curse. Many vampires died as a result, they did not like someone like him just walking into their havens and telling them to give up life as the top of the food chain, to relinquish their power or at least control it. During these travels he met with the father of all vampires but him. This ancient being was made centuries after him and was extremely powerful but after a close and intense battle in which half of the other vampire’s castle was destroyed he was victorious, but only just. The other vampire fled and he recuperated in the ruins, eventually finding a book that related a tale of a blood drinking sword that had immeasurable power. This whetted his curiosity and after regaining his strength he departed the ruins to search for the weapon.
His travels took him first to the east where he met a smith who forged for him a sword of incredible quality and allowed him to further improve vorago in his smithy. He named the katana masamune in honour of the smith and left with instructions to travel to the centre of the continent where the blade he sought was likely to be found. After much travelling and searching he found the entrance to an enormous underground chamber. It was made like a cathedral but with amazing amounts of traps, puzzles and elementals that were trapped in there, to guard this legendary blade. Oddly, the cathedral seemed to house a number of fonts and what appeared to be forges, the purpose in them was lost on him. After three days of descent into the cathedral’s deepest vaults without rest he finally reached the chamber the sword was held in. The room was enormous and at the centre there was a high set of steps that led to an alter where a winged being with two fingers and a single thumb on each hand bent reverently over a case. It was here that he faced the greatest challenge yet. As he ascended the stairs towards the altar he felt a strange presence filling the room and intensifying. The stairs seemed to stretch out away from him as he ascended until he stopped and looked around. It appeared as if the room had increased impossibly in size with the ground almost beyond the vampire’s incredibly sight. He turned to face the altar again and found himself looking up towards a ghostly being that was humanoid but didn’t actually have any features that allowed him to define the being’s race. It approached him slowly from above, drawing a strange flaming sword.
The flames were none that he’d ever seen before and were an odd whitish colour. It’s voice rang out in the empty space, telling him that only one being could ascend this staircase and obtain the Reaver of Blood; it was telling him that he was about to die. He dropped to his knees before the being and let go of vorago and masamune, hearing faintly as they clattered to the stairs just below him. It stopped before him and raised its phantom blade, about to land the killing blow. Nero watched in awe as he lost all connection to his darkness and felt for the first time in over a thousand years his thirst for blood disappear. Before final death he felt no fear but only a strange peace within him. In an instant the sword was brought down and passed through Nero’s body. He felt no pain as it did so, only a strange feeling of satisfaction before his thirst returned. Eyes blinking in confusion, the vampire looked around and then down at his body and hands only to find that nothing had happened. The ghost smiled at him and repeated that only one being could ascend the staircase and obtain the Reaver of Blood. Nero blinked again and upon opening his eyes found that his environment had returned to normal and the ghost was gone. He left his two swords behind him as he walked up and opened the case, seeing the serpentine blade for the first time. Two days later he reappeared above ground and looked up into the harsh sunlight, a third sword added to his arsenal. Since then he has returned to his castle and put his affairs into order. Having recognised the end of this age was upon them he increased his efforts to gather up followers of his that would try and find a way to defy the tyrannous gods that used them for sport.
Age: Unknown, eldest vampire known
Weight: 9 stone, can vary
Height: 5ft6, can vary
Appearance: As a vampire, Nero has extremely pale skin and talons and fangs on show almost all the time. He takes pride in his nature and does not wish to hide it, but can if the occasion calls for it. He has shoulder-length black hair that falls over his face somewhat, which has high cheekbones and a thin long nose. His lips are ruby red and mouth medium sized, not too large or too small. His body has well toned muscles adorning it that aren’t large and beefed up but that do not tell of his supernatural strength that exceeds that of twenty strong men. He normally wears a long black trench-coat with short sleeves and black gloves. When Nero goes without blood for ten days or more he will begin to age. As he’s the eldest of the vampire race known if he goes without blood for a long period of time he will appear as little more than an emaciated skeleton. If he goes for any longer without blood his body will try and repair itself but will not be able to and he will begin to devolve. It is theorised that a vampire can become little more than a blob of flesh with spikes and tentacles and claws that only exists to feed.
Personallity: Nero is something of a complex individual. He aspires to be a great leader of the vampires and wants to save them from the chaos, war and bloodshed that their previous leaders have lead them into. He is highly intellectual, with a great love of philosophy, knowledge and intrigue. He was a master manipulator before he eschewed the less honourable ways he once used and has since become a genuinely good person, his vampiric nature aside. He is highly competitive too and will often spar and compete in any way he can with those he considers equals. His overall ambition is to completely unite his race and indeed, any that will follow him in an effort to defy both the evil and good gods.
Class: Necromancer, Sorcerer, Samurai. Omega tenth level in his three classes.
Race: Pureblood Vampire
Spells/Abilities/Tecniques known: Dark Gifts. mordokku642.proboards78.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=abilitiestechniques&thread=1170618684&page=1
Class skills: (Soon to come)
Equipment: mordokku642.proboards78.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=weapons&thread=1170458826&page=1
Blood Reaver
Masamune
Vorago
Chaos Armour
Fighting Style: Mordokku’s powers seem limitless to most of his foes, giving him the appearance in combat of a god. His skill in melee combat is incredible and he tends to switch between his three main weapons depending on the foe he faces. Sorcery also comes naturally to him and he has great skill in magic with an innate adeptness at darkness magic. This is best seen in his skill in necromancy, which he will use to great effect if the situation calls for it. Overall, his fighting style is generally fast and furious, attempting to shut the opponent down as fast as possible and reverse any attack made on him. Overall though he is a flexible fighter who will adapt to whatever foe he is faced with.
Strengths: Ancient vampire, incredible mastery of magic and general combat. His three swords are among the most deadly in existence, the Reaver’s legend also stating that it will be pivotal in the balance of good and evil. Has incredible ability in his Dark Gifts.
Weaknesses: Requires blood to survive, has a mild elemental weakness to fire and light, requires blood of living to survive (and keep from aging and even devolving) and he must sleep in the soil of his home country. If he doesn’t sleep in said soil his magical powers will halve constantly. His physical powers are mostly dependant on how much blood he has drunk and can be lowered to a quarter their natural strength if he goes without blood for a month.
Picture Reference: s55.photobucket.com/albums/g136/Vergil_642/?action=view¤t=Necromancer.jpg
History: At the dawn of Terra the angels and demons were created to serve their masters. One of these angels spent the first age fighting zealously for his master until he met in battle with a demon of darkness. They fought to a draw and during the time he spent licking his wounds he watched a small peasant town. In his boredom he’d decided to see what his more scholarly and intellectual peers loved about these base beings. Over time he began to realise that they all contained an inner nobility the likes of which he’d never seen before. Their lack of power was nothing to them, they all could and many would fight to their end for what they believed in, even if their opponent was one of the gods themselves. Over time, he grew to love them and one in particular interested him. He eventually realised he’d fallen in love with her and went to live among the humans and fathering a child with her. He grew up to be strong but was eventually killed along with his mother by the demon that the angel fought years ago as revenge.
This drove the angel into a fit of rage. He drew up all his powers and fought the demon to a standstill again but was eventually mortally wounded, his reckless and enraged attacks meant that much energy was wasted rather than effectively channelled, allowing the demon to defeat him. The demon, heavily injured, watched as the angel fell, struggling on like the humans he had lived with would have until he finally died. The angel’s actions had a profound effect on the demon, which then fled without causing any further damage, but that tale is related elsewhere. The child that was thought dead however, managed to survive the demon’s attack. He utilised his innate power over the element of darkness to survive, but found his body was fundamentally changed as a result. The demon’s magic had seeped into his body, corrupting him with evil energy and a thirst for blood. However, during the change he could feel another presence deep within him. It was unlike any element he’d felt before but strangely familiar. Unable to determine what this presence was as it faded and was replaced by darkness, he fled into the shadows of history and developed his new powers of darkness, reappearing at the start of the third age.
Through the years he’d travelled throughout the world and trained in the ways of sorcery under a dragon from the first age. Before the dragon would agree to tutor him he had to show that he was worth the dragons time and proceeded to do so by executing a tenth level darkness spell, something that impressed the dragon greatly. After a few years he was considered by the dragon to be an exceptional master of magic and although the scaled one wouldn’t admit it, a match for any dragon he met. He left the dragon’s mountain home after pledging to come to its aid should it ever require him to as a payment for the debt he felt he was in. After a few years of aimless wandering he discovered the lair of a lich that was being attacked by group of villagers and militia. His timely arrival meant that he could help the lich defend himself and they staved the villagers off, helping the lich to heal itself. He then convinced the lich to teach him necromancy as a reward for saving his unlife. His expertise in sorcery and natural aptitude for magic especially that affiliated with the dark allowed him to acquire great power in this dark art very quickly. The lich was shocked at the speed of his learning and soon he had reached the tenth level of necromancy.
After leaving the lich’s company and establishing a link with him that was similar to the link he had forged with the dragon, he established himself as a lord of a province and created an enormous castle that housed the various magical and prized items he’d obtained over the centuries as well as a library that would catalogue almost everything that had been written or recorded on Terra since the planet’s forging. As time passed he became more and more hedonistic, forgetting his past and his legacy from his father until a fateful day when the province he ruled over revolted. He kept himself from harm and after much frantic talk the situation was settled. The castle and its possessions would remain his but he had to give up his rule of the province, with a newly elected official taking his place. During this time he looked over his conduct during the last few years and realised just how much the people he was supposed to have protected suffered under his hand. This had a profound effect on him, much as it had done to the demon that killed his father. After much thought he decided to leave his castle under the protection and watch of numerous undead servants and travelled to a school of fighting. Having learnt much about the fighter class he soon was recognised s capable of becoming a warrior, having passed the tests necessary with perfect scores. However, he decided to learn the ways of the samurai and spent years honing his craft with his sensei. Like the dragon and lich the samurai tutoring him was amazed at his growth and soon recognised him as an equal in battle.
Upon completing his samurai training he left the school and began to travel throughout the world. During his travels he discovered a magical armour called the chaos armour and forged the vorago in a dwarven smithy before taking it to an elven smithy to reinforce it. He then set about finding his fellow vampires and convincing them to return with him to his castle so that they could find a cure to their curse. Many vampires died as a result, they did not like someone like him just walking into their havens and telling them to give up life as the top of the food chain, to relinquish their power or at least control it. During these travels he met with the father of all vampires but him. This ancient being was made centuries after him and was extremely powerful but after a close and intense battle in which half of the other vampire’s castle was destroyed he was victorious, but only just. The other vampire fled and he recuperated in the ruins, eventually finding a book that related a tale of a blood drinking sword that had immeasurable power. This whetted his curiosity and after regaining his strength he departed the ruins to search for the weapon.
His travels took him first to the east where he met a smith who forged for him a sword of incredible quality and allowed him to further improve vorago in his smithy. He named the katana masamune in honour of the smith and left with instructions to travel to the centre of the continent where the blade he sought was likely to be found. After much travelling and searching he found the entrance to an enormous underground chamber. It was made like a cathedral but with amazing amounts of traps, puzzles and elementals that were trapped in there, to guard this legendary blade. Oddly, the cathedral seemed to house a number of fonts and what appeared to be forges, the purpose in them was lost on him. After three days of descent into the cathedral’s deepest vaults without rest he finally reached the chamber the sword was held in. The room was enormous and at the centre there was a high set of steps that led to an alter where a winged being with two fingers and a single thumb on each hand bent reverently over a case. It was here that he faced the greatest challenge yet. As he ascended the stairs towards the altar he felt a strange presence filling the room and intensifying. The stairs seemed to stretch out away from him as he ascended until he stopped and looked around. It appeared as if the room had increased impossibly in size with the ground almost beyond the vampire’s incredibly sight. He turned to face the altar again and found himself looking up towards a ghostly being that was humanoid but didn’t actually have any features that allowed him to define the being’s race. It approached him slowly from above, drawing a strange flaming sword.
The flames were none that he’d ever seen before and were an odd whitish colour. It’s voice rang out in the empty space, telling him that only one being could ascend this staircase and obtain the Reaver of Blood; it was telling him that he was about to die. He dropped to his knees before the being and let go of vorago and masamune, hearing faintly as they clattered to the stairs just below him. It stopped before him and raised its phantom blade, about to land the killing blow. Nero watched in awe as he lost all connection to his darkness and felt for the first time in over a thousand years his thirst for blood disappear. Before final death he felt no fear but only a strange peace within him. In an instant the sword was brought down and passed through Nero’s body. He felt no pain as it did so, only a strange feeling of satisfaction before his thirst returned. Eyes blinking in confusion, the vampire looked around and then down at his body and hands only to find that nothing had happened. The ghost smiled at him and repeated that only one being could ascend the staircase and obtain the Reaver of Blood. Nero blinked again and upon opening his eyes found that his environment had returned to normal and the ghost was gone. He left his two swords behind him as he walked up and opened the case, seeing the serpentine blade for the first time. Two days later he reappeared above ground and looked up into the harsh sunlight, a third sword added to his arsenal. Since then he has returned to his castle and put his affairs into order. Having recognised the end of this age was upon them he increased his efforts to gather up followers of his that would try and find a way to defy the tyrannous gods that used them for sport.
