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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2016 9:20:31 GMT -8
She nodded as she listened carefully to the man in front of her. "So you want me to show you what I can do with my magic?" she said curiously as she still wasn't sure if she was understanding him right.
When she saw a slight nod from him she took a step back and a deep breath. She didn't like to show her power much because she was scared to lose the control, but if someone like him was near she was sure he could manage it if she went berserk.
She closed her eyes and starting to concentrate, slowly her body started to deform in all kind of shapes. Her hands became claws, ear appeared on her head, her face deformed to that of a snout and her skin grew fur. Slowly she was transformed into a wolf a bit bigger then the size of a regular one. The transformation stopped when it was almost complete but not quite. A part of her skin was still showing and the face was still slightly resembling a human, but for this take this was the limit of what she could do. Sometimes it worked better then other times.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
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Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426 
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 4, 2016 9:59:01 GMT -8
"Ecellent!"
Echoes crows, smiling like a school boy. He makes a gesture at the silver orb, which proceeds to emit a blue light. The light forms a construct of Seraphine, as she appears right now. Echoes points at the head, and the construct zooms in and changes. Now it shows Seraphine's brain and spinal cord, a wall of runic text appears next to it. Echoes studies the text for several, silent, moments.
"Fascinating."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2016 11:07:47 GMT -8
After a while Seraphine changed back into her normal form. Just like with the other way around she appears to have trouble to complete the full transformation. In the end a hint of a claw, a weird tail and ears remain where they were as she hides them under her cloak again.
"I seem to get stuck in the between stages from the transformation a lot. Especially the features that appear out of place give me the most trouble like tail and ears."
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 4, 2016 12:39:55 GMT -8
Echoes nods absently and Serphines words, still caught up in what he is looking at. After a few minutes of scanning through the runes, he lets out a little exclamation. "Of course! Psychosomatic regression! Makes sense, the changes are frighting, people react poorly, fear of loosing original form, lack of understanding of magic. Yes, yes, yes!" He then looks back at Seraphine. "You are a student of Acdémie Royale de l'Arcane, don't worry about your tuition I handle it. Follow me, we get you enrolled in into to magic, and we also acquire some notes from a student." As Echoes is saying this, a pile of gold materializes on Matrisse's desk. It is accompanied by a note: Seraphine was a student, this will be her tuition. Lot's of love, Echoes. Echoes gestures to Seraphine and leads her out of the room. <Exit to Common Room.> |
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Ulfang von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 5, 2016 12:21:24 GMT -8
Having caught wind of a magical academy some time ago, Ulfang decided to make the long journey from Aesgir in order to check it out. His trek was long and mostly tedious, with only the occasional bandit attack to keep him occupied. Those bandits now fed the worms with their blackened, soulless husks, but it was hardly enough to keep the necromancer entertained. Usually the travelling merchant guise gets him more entertainment. How boring this country must be.
Finally, he arrives at the gates of Travére, the city in which the academy resides. The guards let him through without much trouble, and although there are many sights to be seen, Ulfang decides on making a beeline for the academy with single-minded determination.
Finally, he arrives at the gates of the academy, smiling widely ay the nearest guard and saying in his deep, bassy voice, "Good day, sir. I request entry to this building. You see, my name is Ulfang von Haren, heir to the noble Von Haren bloodline. I am both a purveyor of magical artefacts and a minor practitioner of magic myself. I wish to see what this academy has to offer!"
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Post by Assistant Arch Magus Matrisse on Feb 5, 2016 23:04:04 GMT -8
A guard at the gate points Ulfang to the administration office, where he would find Matrisse. She looks up at him and signs.
"You're here to enroll, I suppose? Fill this out."
She slides him a sheet of paper.
"Do that, then do a written test, then do a practical, then pay the fee. It's 20,000 for foreigners."
She goes back to her coffee.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 5, 2016 23:07:59 GMT -8
"Not exactly, no. I do not know enough about this place to enroll just yet. Is there anywhere I can go to get some sort of...tour, or something? You see, I am very interested in magical artefacts, and I possess some untrained natural magical ability, so a place like this interests me...however, as a good businessman, I simply cannot make that sort of investment without doing proper hands-on research! I'm sure you understand," responds Ulfang, giving his best smile despite the woman's obvious disinterest.
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Reuna Laurént
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Roleplay posts: 361 
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Feb 5, 2016 23:40:21 GMT -8
Anyone who had met the normally-stoic sorceress would be surprised to see her moving briskly through the hallways of the Academy, more than a hint of anger in her movements, with a table hovering mere steps behind her, and a silver stand bearing a hand-sized sapphire in her grasp. Reaching the main hall, she came to a stop to one side of the large area, and directed the table to land. Once it sat firmly on the floor, she placed the stand, sapphire and all, atop it. A few sharp hand gestures cast a simple enchantment just in front of the wall above the gem, which would activate if anyone stood near the table and its contents for more than three seconds. She stood there for a moment, waiting to see the results of her spell and make sure it was correct. Writing appeared, seemingly written upon the wall itself, but, of course, it wasn't.
This gem contains a water spirit that has claimed the right to choose her next possessor. If you desire to obtain this jewel and its inhabitant, linger here, and see if you will be her chosen master.
Satisfied with her work, she nodded firmly, and with a final heated glare at the object, she returned to her office. She needed tea. She was in an exceedingly foul mood.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 6, 2016 11:57:25 GMT -8
Ulfang turns to the sound of quick footsteps, excusing himself from the secretary for a moment and following the sorceress through the hall, far enough away to not be suspicious. When she leaves, he enters the room, reading the text. He gives a slight grin. A water spirit, eh? How interesting.
He takes a seat near the sapphire, admiring its many facets as he waits for something to happen, stroking his white beard absently. What an interesting artefact! Beautiful, too.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2016 12:55:51 GMT -8
The magical aura of the sorceress was receding. Azure was at least aware enough to notice that. Maybe the woman had finally abandoned her somewhere, after realizing that the spirit wasn't going to choose her. The curiosity of where she had been left was strong, but she could discern little from her place inside the Jewel. She was still on the stand, and on the table, but other than that and the flat expanse of wall to one side, she saw nothing but.. space. It frustrated her. How long had she been trapped this time? At least two hundred years. Probably more.
Movement and the feeling of a new magical aura brushed up against the Jewel, drawing Azure's attention that way. She could barely see a large figure as it approached, moved about some, and then settled just within her range of detection. His features were just visible. If he was looking closely, Ulfang might be able to see her face reflected in the facets of the Jewel nearest to him.. but he would definitely hear the whisper of her disembodied voice.
..You. Do you seek to possess the Jewel?
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Ulfang von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 6, 2016 13:04:20 GMT -8
"That depends. Does the jewel seek to be possessed?" asks Ulfang, answering without truly answering the question. He gives a sly grin and gets closer, peering into the heart of the jewel.
"And I thought it was beautiful before," he jests as he sees her face reflected across its shimmering facets.
At this range, she might be able to see his features more closely. Most notable might be his multitude of scars and his clearly blind eye, the other pale yellow one filled with a near-ancient wisdom and strength.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2016 13:09:51 GMT -8
Peering up at him, Azure assessed his features. Interesting. It was the feel of his magic which concerned her, though. It held darkness. And while Azure had been held by practitioners of the dark arts before, she hadn't especially enjoyed the experience. They had treated her as a tool, a slave, or.. worse. As it seemed she had the right to Choose her next Master, she was not going to let herself just be taken by someone with a lust for power.
That depends. Was she.. mocking him? There was no hint of that in her tone, which was serene, but throwing his own words back at him.. well, that couldn't just be coincidental. What would you do with me if you possessed me, magus?
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Ulfang von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 6, 2016 13:16:11 GMT -8
"If I possessed a water spirit? I will not lie to you, my dear, I would ask unquestioning loyalty of you. In return, you would have unprecedented freedom, however. You would be allowed to roam my castle's halls freely, speak and fraternise with whoever you wished. If you request something that is in my power to provide, I will usually be more than happy to provide it," responds the necromancer, smiling an entirely friendly smile, devoid of the darkness that can be felt within his soul. He seems to hide it well.
"May I pick you up? I wish to feel your aura more closely. Your power is great, no doubt," he continues, his tone more curious than anything.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2016 13:35:15 GMT -8
Freedom? That was a novel concept. And one which was greatly appealing to her. Which he no doubt suspected; would not any creature, confined to a small space for long periods of time, yearn for even the slightest amount of liberty? Azure was carefully considering his words, when he made his request. At first, she was disinclined, but then she realized she could turn this to her advantage.
Yes. Azure waited patiently for him to take the Jewel. The item, when held, literally hummed with a power far, far older than Men, and vibrated just enough to be felt. Once in his grasp, the disembodied voice which had once been audible to all, would now be heard only by Ulfang, trickling gently through his thoughts. I can feel the darkness of your magic, mortal. Your promises of doing as I please are most tempting, but why should I believe you? More importantly, what would you use my power to do? Would I be a weapon, a tool of war? Would I be a force of destruction, laying waste to the holdings of your enemies? Would I be a mere vessel for your lusts?
The serene voice took on a slightly demanding edge. Azure was going to make an informed decision, by the Gods. He couldn't force her compliance. And she was most definitely going to take advantage of her right to Choose.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 6, 2016 13:48:27 GMT -8
Ulfang picks up the jewel, rotating it in between his two fingers. He then places it in his palm, and his grin fades. He looks at the jewel with a serious look in his eyes...or eye, anyway.
"I will open my soul to you. Look into my soul and see if I am telling a lie. My dear, I make it a point to never lie or omit facts. I am not a being of everlasting good, but nor am I evil. I do not kill without reason, and I am no warmonger. I have only marched on my enemies when provoked. I would never force someone to be a tool of destruction, except as a form of punishment for a heinous crime," responds Ulfang. If Azure deigns to feel his soul, open to her like an open book, she will feel nothing but honesty, though it is at once one spirit and many. He must be plagued constantly by a million voices speaking as legion every time he has a thought. Pitiable, perhaps, but he hides that well, too. All in all, while his soul holds much darkness, one would find it hard to describe as "evil". Truly, a unique gentleman.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2016 13:54:52 GMT -8
With the direct contact of his person to the Jewel, such examination of his soul was indeed possible, and Azure took the invitation without comment. The exploratory brush of her power across his soul was light, like the soft tumble of water across the skin, and brief. She had seen enough. His words were true, and that was sufficient for the spirit. Her touch withdrew from his soul, and a low pulse of energy emanated from the Jewel, even as a brilliant blue glow blossomed deep within it. As the pulse and light both faded, Azure materialized before Ulfang, diminutive and innocent-looking, but brimming with power as she looked up at him.
"Very well. I accept. I pledge my loyalty and my power to you, without question."
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Ulfang von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 6, 2016 14:05:17 GMT -8
Ulfang's smile returns as the girl appears before her.
"Excellent! I have a feeling that this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship," responds the necromancer, sliding the jewel into a pocket inside his fur coat.
"I wonder, should I tell the woman who brought you here that you have chosen me?" he asks, grinning lightly at the girl.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2016 14:12:57 GMT -8
Azure quirked a brow. "No. She is glad to be rid of me, and will not be displeased or surprised to see the Jewel gone." Free of her prison and able to see the world in its entirety, she turned slightly to one side, her eyes of constantly-changing mercurial blue taking in her surroundings, before returning to her new owner. She had to tilt her head back quite a bit just to meet his gaze, given her short stature.
"I am Azure. May I ask the name of my new Master?"
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Ulfang von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
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Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Registered: Jun 27, 2015 11:08:07 GMT -8
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 6, 2016 14:25:30 GMT -8
"Ah, how rude of me. I let you into my soul and you do not even know my name yet!" laughs Ulang, with a short, yet dramatic bow.
"I am Ulfang von Haren, heir to the ancient Von Haren bloodline, once one of the most powerful noble houses in Aesgir," he continues, grandiosely. He looks down at her, but somehow it feels as if he's looking at her as an equal, rather than looming over her.
"Shall we go, Azure? There is much to explore in this city, and I do not plan on wasting my time here! What I may learn about magic here could be very useful. Particularly this 'aeromancy' I keep hearing about."
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 15:42:57 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2016 14:36:15 GMT -8
Filing that information away, Azure remained silent, as she often did. Too many of her former Masters had insisted that she not speak unless spoken to, and although this man had promised her the liberties of a living person, she would maintain the behaviors of the perfect servant until told to do otherwise. His suggestion was met with an incline of the head, the slightest bow of acknowledgement of his words. "As you wish, Master." Straightening, she met his gaze again, clasping her hands primly before her. "Would you prefer that I remain corporeal, or should I return to Al'Azru Ahira-Zin?"
That was, apparently, the ancient, proper name of the Jewel, which she would translate, if he wished. But she didn't seem terribly pleased about having to go back into her prison so soon, although her voice remained serene and her expression calm. It was something about her eyes, a silent plea not to be returned to the Jewel.
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