The Halls of Silver

[Kyril]

Name: Gwyddion Silverblade

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race: Beorc


Class: Trueblade

Trueblades originate from the Swordmaster class, making them extremely quick and precise in their attacks and movements, allowing them to make their strikes count even when in dire straits. Their intense focus allows them to slice into their opponents many times before they have a chance to react, giving them an edge versus slower enemies. On the downside, they have little in the way of defense, trusting to their speed and skill with their swords and bodies to keep them out of harm's way.

Rank: Lt.


Mount? None.

Weapons:
Swords/Katanas/Scimitars

Appearance:
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Personality: Stern, cold, detached, aloof, critical of others. Also, very overconfident in his abilities, due to a series of quick promotions and praise from his superiors. This causes him to make rather brash decisions, sometimes leading him to blows with others. However, under the stoic exterior, lies a loyal, compassionate soul that is only seeking to protect those he loves and cares for. Friends and comrades in arms need never worry for their backs when he is around, his silvered sword like the flash of doom to his enemies.

Bio: Originally, Gwyddion lived in the village surrounding one of the larger cities on the continent of Fesaria. He spent the first fourteen years of his life there, helping his family where he could. Then the wars came. His father was drafted, then shipped off to the front line to die hundreds of miles away. Two years later, Gwyddion enlisted voluntarily, wanting to grow strong enough to defend his remaining family from the evils plaguing the world. He trained long and hard, never giving in to despair, though at times it loomed close to him. After training and learning the ways of the myrmidon in a single year, his superiors shipped him off to further his studies with Swordmasters, seeing true potential in the young boy. After another three years, Gwyddion completes his training with the Swordmasters, and he is given his final sword, attaining at that very moment the title of Trueblade. Upon drawing the gifted sword, a single, clarion note rang out, like the tolling of the bell of destiny. Taking this as a sign, his superiors bring him home and keep him close, wanting to be ready for whatever it is he was chosen for when it finally comes.

[Kyril]

Alchemist ID

Name: Leon Damien Blackstar
Alchemist Designation: The Dirge Alchemist
Rank: Colonel
Age: 36
DOB: March 25th, 1977
Faked Death: April 17, 2002.
Height: 6'
Weight: 215lbs
Eyes: Frost blue
Hair: Blood red, usually kept short, but has been known to grow it to shoulder length.
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A Family Shattered

Leon was, for most that knew him, a rather imposing and frightening figure. His features were nearly identical to his sister's, the only real differences being he was very obviously male, his frost blue eyes, and his voice. But the way he carried himself, and the normal set of his features, gave the impression that he was, at the very least, unapproachable, if not downright intimidating. This was mostly due to the fact that, when he and his sister were children, Leon witnessed their parents being murdered by a Chimera that had followed their father home from a hunt. There had barely been time to get him and Tana into the crawlspace, before the monster had broken down the metal front door and tore through the house, seeking out their father to take revenge for its fallen comrades. Their parents had told both of them the risks of the family business of Alchemy, and had made sure that both siblings knew what to do if the house was compromised. Like it was that night. So, Leon held his sister tight and covered her ears as best he could, hiding in the dark of the crawlspace, waiting for the screaming to end, waiting for the beast to finish its grisly business of dispatching their mother and father...

Morning came, the sounds of singing birds jolting Leon awake. After gently waking Tana and telling her they had to move, Leon pushed open the crawlspace door, just a crack, allowing him to see out into the room to make sure the chimera had gone. Seeing nothing but blood and what could only be the remains of their parents mixed with broken bits of furniture, Leon quickly opened the door and carried Tana through the room and down to the living room. Once there, Leon set Tana on a unbroken table and set about gathering things they would need to survive on their own, just like their father had taught him. After he had gathered everything they would need, he started making calls. First, to the other Hunter families, to give each a brief summary of what had happened, and to tell them to be on the look out for a Chimera with a taste for Alchemists. He briefly explained that he would be seeing to his and Tana's safety and needs, implying within his tone that he was doing it because it was clear no one else would be able to keep her safe. This was met with surprise, sometimes indignation, though it always ended the same. They accepted it, mourned as they felt they should, then made sure that their own families would not suffer the same fate. Leon, at the time, was twelve years old, while Tana was only four.

A Purpose Found

Eight long, hard years go by...They both grow up faster than they probably should, Leon because he had no choice if he was to take care of Tana, while Tana grew fast to try and be less of a burden to her older brother. Both of them became quite skilled at the family business, though in different ways. Leon had a natural talent for Alchemy, as well as magic involving verbal songs, along with the fighting skills their father had taught him before he had passed. At one point during that eight years, Leon goes back to their old home and retrieves everything that they had left behind years before, mostly to make sure family heirlooms and secrets don't become lost or stolen, but also to acquire the old tomes that held all of their families Hunting skills. Whether it was magic, potions, or weapons training, the books held everything he would need to grow strong and reestablish the family name.

Then one day, while they were both spending some quality time in the living room of their new home, the military came knocking on their door. Specifically the Alchemy branch. They had heard of Leon's skill with Alchemy, finding the concept of someone using songs as a medium to be quite impressive. They talked about how they needed someone like him to help defend the country from its enemies. When he expressed distaste at the thought of this, and went to shut the door in their faces, one of them said something that immediately grabbed his attention. "Then do it to protect your sister," one of them said, making Leon freeze with the door half-shut.

"Excuse me?" Leon asked, pulling the door back open completely, his gaze seething as he glared at the one who spoke, someone that looked barely older than him, Mus-something or other. "You can better protect your sister by helping us. We can make sure that both of you never need to worry about your safety ever again. Just come with us, and listen to what we can offer you." Leon thought about this for a few moments, then looks over his shoulder at his sister, who looked up from her teen magazine and smiles that bright warm smile that always brought one to his own face. That was all the motivation he needed.

Turning back to look at the Alchemists, Leon nods, then says, "Very well...I'll come hear what you have to say." With a sigh of relief, the Alchemists all nod, though the rude one had a smirk on his face, as if he knew that would be Leon's decision. After being told that a car would come and get him in an hour, Leon bids the alchemists goodbye and shuts the door, leaning against it with a sigh. "Well...that was out of the ordinary," came Tana's playful jibe, wanting to bring a smile to her brother's face again. Leon chuckles softly, shaking his head and smiling briefly. "You have no idea..."


The Dirge Begins

He had done it. He walked right into Central, passed their damn tests, and was now a state approved Alchemist. He even had the pocket-watch, that basically counted as his badge. His particular skills with Alchemy were almost completely unheard of, outside of his family's native village. The nonchalant one-eyed man behind the desk was particularly interested in the more...subtle...effects of Song Alchemy. Particularly the ones involving the manipulation of ones foes, and making them fight each-other. Oh, he showed them the various, more direct uses of his Alchemy, of course, shattering objects, making blades of pure sonic force and the like. But he knew, those were just bonus skills, as far as the powers that be were concerned.

He quickly made his way back home, eager to tell his sister the good news. Now, they'd be safe. Now, there was no one and nothing that could touch them, ever again.

...Or so he believed. Little did he realize, the sorts of things Central would ask him to do. The atrocities they would persuade him to commit, all in the name of protecting his family, and the nation they lived in. Things that would later drive him to fake his own death, so his sister could live on, safe in their home. Unaware of the horrible things he had been forced to do...

[Kyril]

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Basic Info

Full Name: Telain Lucian Galvetoren
Accepted Names: Telain, Lucian, Luc, Tel, Lain, Galve
Height: 6'
Weight: 185lbs
Eyes: Varying shades of blue & grey
Hair: Raven Black
Race: Moon Elf
Likes: Good Humans, swords, knives, axes, whips, stopping criminals, dispatching threats to the Order.
Dislikes: Sun elves, Drow, Orcs, Goblins, Vampires, Werewolves, Evil Humans, cocky criminals, incompetence, impatience.

Background

Vermin. That was what he was put on this plane to eradicate. All those supernaturals that think they are above the laws set down by the Order of Unity during the waning days of the middle ages, those that think they can kill humans and pass it off as some freak accident or animal attack, that break the Code and show themselves to non-approved humans...they are all vermin. An infestation to be exterminated, with all the power and prejudice invested in him by the Order. Despite the obvious disdain and distrust his position as a Unity Guardian entails, Telain very much enjoys his job. Some might say, he enjoys it a little too much sometimes. He might even admit to that himself, if one were to ask him.

He wasn't always this way, of course. A few hundred years ago, his outlook on the world was very different than the one he holds today, being that he had yet to see the worst of what humanity and his fellow supernaturals had to offer. He was once a very bright, charming, affable Moon Elf, always quick to come to the aid of a friend, or even just someone in dire need. A smile was never far from his lips, and his voice was as bright and pure as the moonlight, despite its gentleness. All of that changed, when he first beheld the terrible power of humanity and it's own brand of magic known as 'Science'.

He watched in both horror and awe, as humanity seemed to forget about the supernaturals and their hidden world, and set about trying to destroy each-other in every way they could conceive of. Blazing, exploding, puncturing, melting, suffocating, poisoning, radiation...if humanity was willing to visit such horrible atrocities on themselves, what kind of madness would they inflict upon the supernaturals, should they ever relearn of their existence? He was not alone in this way of thinking, and found himself among the first one hundred chosen to be a Guardian for the Order of Unity and its Code of Absolute Laws, the foundation for the tenuous alliance between all the supernaturals and those enlightened Humans deemed to not be a threat.

In the present day, after bearing witness to so much over his long life, Telain is much more reserved, concise in his wording and crisp of tone, his color-shifting eyes hard and cold as the hues within them. He has armored himself and his heart over the years, choosing to remain aloof and elusive in his relationships with those around him, to save himself from further woes and to keep others from growing too attached, in case something horrible were to befall upon him.

Skills & Abilities

Fluent in multiple human languages
Adept in multiple supernatural tongues
Expert Swordsman & Whip-wielder
Adept in multiple Martial Arts
Adept Marksman (Thrown weapons only)
Adept in Investigation & Detective skills

Low-light Vision: Allows Telain to see in near complete darkness.
Short-Range Teleportation: Also affectionately called 'fey step', this ability allows Telain to teleport to another location within his line of sight, though no more than 100ft away.
Unerring Dance of Steel: While dual wielding blades, Telain is able to focus his own magic through his body and become faster and stronger, moving at speeds too quick for a non-human eye to follow and allowing him to dispatch especially difficult criminals within the span of five eye-blinks.
Oath of Absolute Truth: Upon speaking this oath in the presence of the accused, Telain is able to glean the truth from the words of the accused, regardless of their attempts to lie or deceive him. The Oath also makes it uncomfortable for the accused, the more and more they lie. A small lie might make them sweat or fidget nervously, while a big lie could make them physically sick or possibly render them insensate.

[Maya]

Kyril, is there a reason why you don't allow anyone to contact you? Gonna be hard to find an RP partner without messaging options. Just wondering. *S*