11-06-2009, 08:43 AM
Name: Kaelann Blackthorn
Alias: Bladesong
Rank: Recruit
Age: 75
Gender: Male
Race: Elvin
Species: High-elf
Appearance: He stands at just under seven feet tall, weighs about two hundred and fifty pounds. Pale white skin with just a hint of a golden hue to it. Long silver hair that reaches to the base of his spine. Bright green eyes. Well muscled, but has a slender appearance.
Alignment: Organization
Magical Proficiency: 8
Spells:
Glamour: A simple illusion spell which allows Kaelann to disguise his appearance, used mostly to blend in with a crowd of humans(As much as a man his size can anyway)
Arcane Bolt: A bolt of raw magic shoots from his outstretched hand, striking his target with a force ranging from a light nudge, to that of a high powered rifle.
Wyld-step: A teleportation magic which can carry the user and up to four others to and from any location he has seen.
Call to arms: With a snap of his fingers, Kael summons his weapons and armor from any location on the planet, onto his body. The equipment always appears in ready condition. (Repaired, and properly adjusted)
Equipment:
Enchanted Chainmail: This light armor seems normal to most examinations, but is capable of stopping nearly any weapon without injury to the wearer. Silver weapons penetrate the enchantment, but must still overcome the natural protection of the metal.
Life and Death (Longsword): This weapon is capable of cutting through nearly any material known to man. In addition, it is capable of stealing the life force of it's victims, or healing nearly any wound at the discretion of it's user.
Background Information: Kaelann is new to the Organization, and at one time would have fought against them. His parents were rogue spell-casters when he was young, and in the end, were killed in a raid on their home. Kaelann's superiors watch him closely for signs of rebelion, but so far, none have emerged. Whether his loyalty comes from a sense of duty, or the simple fact that he is able to research magic without fear, he follows orders as well as anyone born to a soldier's life.
Last Known Location: The Org.
Alias: Bladesong
Rank: Recruit
Age: 75
Gender: Male
Race: Elvin
Species: High-elf
Appearance: He stands at just under seven feet tall, weighs about two hundred and fifty pounds. Pale white skin with just a hint of a golden hue to it. Long silver hair that reaches to the base of his spine. Bright green eyes. Well muscled, but has a slender appearance.
Alignment: Organization
Magical Proficiency: 8
Spells:
Glamour: A simple illusion spell which allows Kaelann to disguise his appearance, used mostly to blend in with a crowd of humans(As much as a man his size can anyway)
Arcane Bolt: A bolt of raw magic shoots from his outstretched hand, striking his target with a force ranging from a light nudge, to that of a high powered rifle.
Wyld-step: A teleportation magic which can carry the user and up to four others to and from any location he has seen.
Call to arms: With a snap of his fingers, Kael summons his weapons and armor from any location on the planet, onto his body. The equipment always appears in ready condition. (Repaired, and properly adjusted)
Equipment:
Enchanted Chainmail: This light armor seems normal to most examinations, but is capable of stopping nearly any weapon without injury to the wearer. Silver weapons penetrate the enchantment, but must still overcome the natural protection of the metal.
Life and Death (Longsword): This weapon is capable of cutting through nearly any material known to man. In addition, it is capable of stealing the life force of it's victims, or healing nearly any wound at the discretion of it's user.
Background Information: Kaelann is new to the Organization, and at one time would have fought against them. His parents were rogue spell-casters when he was young, and in the end, were killed in a raid on their home. Kaelann's superiors watch him closely for signs of rebelion, but so far, none have emerged. Whether his loyalty comes from a sense of duty, or the simple fact that he is able to research magic without fear, he follows orders as well as anyone born to a soldier's life.
Last Known Location: The Org.
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Suck it!
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