06-27-2007, 12:46 AM
Name: Alistair Lorne
Gender: Male
Age: 40 Years to date
Life Expectancy: 200-240 Years
Race:
Human / Witch Hunter / Inquisitor (All which tie together in prompt order)
Back Story:
The Inquisition, an ancient and debased people, had existed in the world for countless gernerations, rivaling the Raal'Mastad Empire. Some have sepculated the humans centuries ago that settled the Empire came from Nomadic Tribes that were sheltered underneath the Inquisitions care. Whatever the myths, they could never be answered, for the Inquisition's servants believed that things abhuman and things coarsing with the taints of Chaos should be exterminated with extreme prejiduce.
When Alistair was young, the Elder Scholars of their Castellum Puritas imbued him with the sacred duties of an Inquisitorial Witch Hunter, an ancient heritage that accels beyond tomes and scriptures. Soon after the young boy of twelve underwent thousands of days of gruelling training, both physical and mental, sword and book, knowing the unknown history of his birthright.
The training stopped as he turned twenty. During then, Alistair was taught the ways of metal: how to craft poisons and other inoculants the the edge of his Perdition Blade. He learned to hone his skills further, appreciating those given to him in the womb by the Elders.
Now, twenty years later, he remains a strong servant to his Order. He's killed thousands of abhuman and witch alike, including their families, rooting out suspected dens of Dragons. Upon this day he stepped foot into Bragarfal to purge its keep of those Unclean.
Physical Skills:
Training in the art of the Witch Hunters, he has an adept sense of a single handed sword. His sword, the Perdition Blade, is magically bound to be weightless and balanced, which further enhances his acrobatic abilities of sword play.
The Inquisition, an ancient and debased people bent on erradicating anything abhuman or worse, gifted him with a black-powder pistol named 'Diemos'. The Diemos Pistol is distubringly enchanted with magic that cryogenentically freezes the unfortunate victim.
Magical Skills: None. The Inquisition prohibits the uses of the Arcane Ways outside of their Castellum deep in the Deserts of Mira. Instead of such treachery, the Grand Inquisitors seed the new generations of Inquisitor and Witch Hunter with Magics that eventually become Skills in the host.
Race Skills: Inquisitors and Witch Hunters are blessed with two sensory Skills that detect the Witch, Foresaken, and the Wycked. They are also given the skill the enourage Daemons, Witches, and Heretics out into the open, a skill which most people consider more damning than good. Coupled with other, more natural talents of their race, the Inquisition has been feared for generations.
Scent of the Arcane: Blessed with an unnatural sensory gland, he can smell the faint trails of day-old magic.
Abhor the Witch: Stronger than his nose, his ears have the ability to hear the distinct mumblings of a heart that's alien or tainted by those hated.
*Seeing said subjects is a matter of guessing. Though the Skills grant him unnatural abilities, they can only go so far*
Acrobatics: Trained to fight without heavy equipment, children of the Inquisition are gifted with the ability of natural gymnastics. Their natural agility makes nearly impervious to slow attacks and impossible to pin down.
Leaping: Another suspicous gift of the race comes from its abhuman Leaping. While ordinary men can long-jump their body-length, the children of the Inquisition doubles it.
'Medusa Scholari': In short meaning 'Metal Scholar'. An inquisitor or witch hunter uses any materials (or in rare cases enchantments) to further enhance their weapons of trade. Their black powder pistols are exempt from this.
Weaknesses:
Physical Attacks. All of the Inquisition wear little to no protection at all against blades, spears, javelins, or rapiers, realying soully on their skills to prevent injury.
Resistances:
Resistant to the majority of magical elemets. Considered to be the darkest act of their kind, the Inquisition had bred magical blanks, spiritual empties, within their order. They claimed the act prevented their magic from leaving Mira and better enforced the Inquisitions Rule. This doesn't cover Enchanted Weapons.
Appearance:
Fairly tall compared to others in the Inquisition. He has a thin face with high, pronounced cheekbones. He trains both mentally and physically giving him a respective build despite the illusions of his wares.
He's unnaturally cold. Due to his roots deep within the Inquisition, he's tactically sound, judgmental, and nearly emotionless. Unlike the other Witch Hunters employed by the Balthatos Enclave, he takes what's needed and nothing else, prompting several of his kin to distrust him.
Height: Six foot
Weight: 196 Pounds
Eye Color: Mud Brown
Hair Color: Mud Brown, oiled back to reveal a receeding hairline beginning just above the forehead.
Skin Color: Tanned Flesh
Alignment:
Inquisitorial Nuetral
**OOC: Sorry for the short Back Story, I'll post Alistairs insertion after work.**
Gender: Male
Age: 40 Years to date
Life Expectancy: 200-240 Years
Race:
Human / Witch Hunter / Inquisitor (All which tie together in prompt order)
Back Story:
The Inquisition, an ancient and debased people, had existed in the world for countless gernerations, rivaling the Raal'Mastad Empire. Some have sepculated the humans centuries ago that settled the Empire came from Nomadic Tribes that were sheltered underneath the Inquisitions care. Whatever the myths, they could never be answered, for the Inquisition's servants believed that things abhuman and things coarsing with the taints of Chaos should be exterminated with extreme prejiduce.
When Alistair was young, the Elder Scholars of their Castellum Puritas imbued him with the sacred duties of an Inquisitorial Witch Hunter, an ancient heritage that accels beyond tomes and scriptures. Soon after the young boy of twelve underwent thousands of days of gruelling training, both physical and mental, sword and book, knowing the unknown history of his birthright.
The training stopped as he turned twenty. During then, Alistair was taught the ways of metal: how to craft poisons and other inoculants the the edge of his Perdition Blade. He learned to hone his skills further, appreciating those given to him in the womb by the Elders.
Now, twenty years later, he remains a strong servant to his Order. He's killed thousands of abhuman and witch alike, including their families, rooting out suspected dens of Dragons. Upon this day he stepped foot into Bragarfal to purge its keep of those Unclean.
Physical Skills:
Training in the art of the Witch Hunters, he has an adept sense of a single handed sword. His sword, the Perdition Blade, is magically bound to be weightless and balanced, which further enhances his acrobatic abilities of sword play.
The Inquisition, an ancient and debased people bent on erradicating anything abhuman or worse, gifted him with a black-powder pistol named 'Diemos'. The Diemos Pistol is distubringly enchanted with magic that cryogenentically freezes the unfortunate victim.
Magical Skills: None. The Inquisition prohibits the uses of the Arcane Ways outside of their Castellum deep in the Deserts of Mira. Instead of such treachery, the Grand Inquisitors seed the new generations of Inquisitor and Witch Hunter with Magics that eventually become Skills in the host.
Race Skills: Inquisitors and Witch Hunters are blessed with two sensory Skills that detect the Witch, Foresaken, and the Wycked. They are also given the skill the enourage Daemons, Witches, and Heretics out into the open, a skill which most people consider more damning than good. Coupled with other, more natural talents of their race, the Inquisition has been feared for generations.
Scent of the Arcane: Blessed with an unnatural sensory gland, he can smell the faint trails of day-old magic.
Abhor the Witch: Stronger than his nose, his ears have the ability to hear the distinct mumblings of a heart that's alien or tainted by those hated.
*Seeing said subjects is a matter of guessing. Though the Skills grant him unnatural abilities, they can only go so far*
Acrobatics: Trained to fight without heavy equipment, children of the Inquisition are gifted with the ability of natural gymnastics. Their natural agility makes nearly impervious to slow attacks and impossible to pin down.
Leaping: Another suspicous gift of the race comes from its abhuman Leaping. While ordinary men can long-jump their body-length, the children of the Inquisition doubles it.
'Medusa Scholari': In short meaning 'Metal Scholar'. An inquisitor or witch hunter uses any materials (or in rare cases enchantments) to further enhance their weapons of trade. Their black powder pistols are exempt from this.
Weaknesses:
Physical Attacks. All of the Inquisition wear little to no protection at all against blades, spears, javelins, or rapiers, realying soully on their skills to prevent injury.
Resistances:
Resistant to the majority of magical elemets. Considered to be the darkest act of their kind, the Inquisition had bred magical blanks, spiritual empties, within their order. They claimed the act prevented their magic from leaving Mira and better enforced the Inquisitions Rule. This doesn't cover Enchanted Weapons.
Appearance:
Fairly tall compared to others in the Inquisition. He has a thin face with high, pronounced cheekbones. He trains both mentally and physically giving him a respective build despite the illusions of his wares.
He's unnaturally cold. Due to his roots deep within the Inquisition, he's tactically sound, judgmental, and nearly emotionless. Unlike the other Witch Hunters employed by the Balthatos Enclave, he takes what's needed and nothing else, prompting several of his kin to distrust him.
Height: Six foot
Weight: 196 Pounds
Eye Color: Mud Brown
Hair Color: Mud Brown, oiled back to reveal a receeding hairline beginning just above the forehead.
Skin Color: Tanned Flesh
Alignment:
Inquisitorial Nuetral
**OOC: Sorry for the short Back Story, I'll post Alistairs insertion after work.**