Post by Kite on Jun 28, 2010 23:13:53 GMT -5
Name:
Clarus Maleficarum
Age:
625
Race:
Shade (Former Human)
Appearance:
Clarus is a tall man for either Humans or Shades, standing at a height of 6 feet and 5 inches. He is gaunt, his body mostly what humans would describe "skin and bones" from the use of large amounts of magic and small amounts of food. His skin is deathly pale, as is both the custom of Shades and the custom of a noble or aristocrat, which is what he plays himself as. His eyes are a strikingly deep green, kept through magic, and he has the stature of one accustomed to be listened to, and superior. He seems to be a man of his upper 20's, which surprises most people as he is so well known among the merchants and nobles of Uru'Baen. He wears the clothes of an aristocrat, a fine black tailored jacket with a matching black front-buttoned shirt, tucked into flexible black tailored dress pants, and fine dark leather shoes. This, coupled with his medium length bright scarlet hair, makes him a very striking figure to behold. His stature, as previously mentioned, is one of the sort of man in command with no fear of those he commands. He stands lazily and is often imperious in his commands and nature, giving orders with a lazy flick of his hand.
Personality:
Clarus seems to the world like an aristocrat. He is lazy, selfish, and gives orders like it is second nature to him. He has an unmistakeable air of command that he gives off, but those around him also feel something more menacing. He is something of a rogue, for he is a man of his own. He cares not for the empire or of the Varden. Rather, he cares for his own personal gain. He enjoys the privledges of wealth and power, and lusts for more constantly. He also feels strong in the legend of the Shade. The physical martial arts are a mystery to him, and he doesn't mind that. He is supremely confident in his magical skills, which he has honed religously for his entire lifetime, even before he became a Shade.
History:
Clarus Maleficarum was born Clarus Magnus of Belatona, on the Leona lake to a woman named Alaria Magnus. She was proclaimed a witch by the townspeople. However, the townspeople were right in this case, as Alaria was a magician and sorceress. She taught her child, Clarus, at a young age the arts of magic. When he was at the age of 14, he saw his mother perform a spirit summoning and inquired her about it afterwards. She was hesitant, but then gave in to his requests, and Clarus began his journey in becoming a sorceror. By the age of 16, he had summoned his first spirit and had commanded it to do the simple task of getting him a bagel. From that point on, he was hooked to the use of spirits. He was sent into village monthly by his mother to buy supplies for, while they knew nothing of the young man's magic, they knew about Alaria's, and didn't trust her enough to let her in town. He saw society while he was out, even if its just the society of a small village, and he craved it. He wanted desperately to experience the "culture" and the togetherness of a village. To meet people and hear the stories.
By his 18th birthday, he had grown a lot in his magical strength, and his sorcerous control, and he decided to move out from his mother's home. He began to live in the town of Belatona, instead of on the outskirts of the town, and became an apprentice to the owner of the traders market. He was unusually old for an apprentice, but he learned quickly under the man about buisness and freight. He also saved every penny he got and at the age of 23, when he was an official partner with the older marketman, he moved out of rented space he was in and bought a small house in town. In the confines of his home, he once again began his magic practice in private.
Things went well, until Clarus was 29 years of age. He was in a serious relationship with a woman named Mara Laiden when she walked in on him. Not with another girl, that is. She walked in on him while he was practicing his sorcery. He instantly dispelled the spirit, allowing it to go back to its old existence. However, the deed had been done, and Mara ran off. Clarus was at somewhat of a loss of what to do, so he gathered his most important things, and hoped that he wouldn't need the preparations in place. His hopes were in vain, and the village came to drag him out and impale him, and burn him. Whatever they decided first. He had to think quick from when they pounded on the door, and he did so.
He summoned three powerful spirits to him and offered to house them in the world in exchange for his life and power. The three spirits of greed agree to his terms and possess his body as the villagers come into the room, lead by the town mayor and Mara. They see the man convulse and see his body slowly change, his hair becoming crimson red and his skin becoming pale as porcelain. He turns to those in the room, and the mayor tells him that he is under arrest, to which Clarus just laughs and gently picks at the finger nails. He then says "I think not..." and proceeds to use his new found power in magic to cast a fire spell and burn all those in the house except him, and he controls it to open a pathway as he walks through it, laughing at those in pain around him. He then decides to move quickly before word spreads too much farther. He moves to his business and takes a horse, and rides off towards Dras-Leona, where his earnings from the trading are kept. He reaches there in a day and nearly killing his horse doing so. He goes to the bank and checks his earnings, delighted with the amount he has earned so far. He goes to the local trading company and buys his way into a partnership with them.
He remains in control of his body for the most part, and finds that he has a heightened need of material goods. He decides that is from the spirits of greed inside him, waiting. From here, in his new partnership, he starts to take charge, going big on his risks with his partners, and using his new skills and spirits to make absolutely sure they paid off. Soon enough, the partnership and everyone in it was filthy stinking rich, and he waits patiently. Years pass, and the traders get a little wary as he does not age with them, and Clarus simply smiles at them and shrugs, telling the, its all in their heads, that he is as old as they are. And, eventually, his partners die off one by one of old age, leaving him in control of the company.
Once he is in singular control of the company, his money and power begin to flourish in earnest. He becomes a filthy rich man over the next few hundred years, and lusts for more. He continues to expand his company, getting contacts all over the human world, as well as the dwarven craftsmen, although those are seen through middlemen as they could possibly reveal his secret as a Shade. He buys land just outside Dras-Leona and uses it as his estate and personal training grounds below the house, where his various servants and guests could not intrude, and his magic powers grow in earnest.
With the rise of Galbatorix to power at the end of Clarus' fourth century of life, Clarus was slightly frustrated. When the new king came to rule and destroyed the riders, it did two things for him. It destroyed the major faction that would take him on, allowing him to act more, and it destroyed his trade with Elves and Dwarves as they retreated to their refuges. As a result, the trade of Elven and Dwarven goods dried up, and he lost a lot of money. However, the riders being removed quickly became a boon as Clarus became much more bold, and used that freedom to gain more power, buying a mansion in the newly conquered and renamed city of Uru’baen and moving there. However, such things would not last as the greed took over, and he overstepped himself, bringing him into the king’s eye. Galbatorix was not overly harsh in his dealings with Clarus, much to his surprise. Clarus expected to have his heart cut out by the mad king. However, the king offered Clarus a place in his empire, and Clarus accepted. For the last 50 years, he has been working as an agent of the King, although very light work as there is not much demand for a magician of his extreme caliber, and has been controlling his business from afar, mostly just collecting paychecks from it. He finds and buys rare artifacts when they are around and puts them in display at his mansion home, and throws regular parties at his Uru’baen home, and generally loving the good life in Uru’baen with his wealth from his nearly 600 year greadfest.
Roleplaying example:
*Daran strides confidently into the first few trees of the Bare Forest, friends and his rival Serj behind him. He feels fairly confident that he can do the challenge or surviving on his own for two days, no matter the legends. He has a small pack on his back, containing rations for two days, a firestarter, and first-aid kit with bacta patches. He has fairly durable, simple hiking clothes on, and a hat. He starts the hike through the forest as the sight at the edge of the forest fades, and moves for a few miles. After an hour or two of hiking, he spots someone running among the trees. His mind works quickly, and Daran sees a couple more running around him. He stops and slides into an unarmed fighting stance, and yells* Come out now!
*At his yell, he hears no response except that of grunts, and heavy breathing. He looks warily at where the sound is originating, and realizes the stories about the corpses being reanimated by parasites were real. He gets a jolt of panic, but clears that out of his mind as the adreniline starts pumping. A couple of the "zombies" come out of the trees, running at him and snarling. Daran lets them approach, then steps to his right quickly and snaps a kick into the "zombie" on the right. It propels the "zombie" into the next to it and knocks them down, tangling them up together. Daran sees his chance and bolts, trying to get away from the two that were just rushing him. Daran hears more snarling, now all around him, and shakes inside, overwhelmed by the sheer amount that he hears. He runs on, trying to get away from the living dead around him, and reachs a clearing, scampering up the closest tree to it, so he can jump off and run if he needs to, and hunkers down, thinking "This... is going... to be one hella long two days..."*
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Clarus Maleficarum
Age:
625
Race:
Shade (Former Human)
Appearance:
Clarus is a tall man for either Humans or Shades, standing at a height of 6 feet and 5 inches. He is gaunt, his body mostly what humans would describe "skin and bones" from the use of large amounts of magic and small amounts of food. His skin is deathly pale, as is both the custom of Shades and the custom of a noble or aristocrat, which is what he plays himself as. His eyes are a strikingly deep green, kept through magic, and he has the stature of one accustomed to be listened to, and superior. He seems to be a man of his upper 20's, which surprises most people as he is so well known among the merchants and nobles of Uru'Baen. He wears the clothes of an aristocrat, a fine black tailored jacket with a matching black front-buttoned shirt, tucked into flexible black tailored dress pants, and fine dark leather shoes. This, coupled with his medium length bright scarlet hair, makes him a very striking figure to behold. His stature, as previously mentioned, is one of the sort of man in command with no fear of those he commands. He stands lazily and is often imperious in his commands and nature, giving orders with a lazy flick of his hand.
Personality:
Clarus seems to the world like an aristocrat. He is lazy, selfish, and gives orders like it is second nature to him. He has an unmistakeable air of command that he gives off, but those around him also feel something more menacing. He is something of a rogue, for he is a man of his own. He cares not for the empire or of the Varden. Rather, he cares for his own personal gain. He enjoys the privledges of wealth and power, and lusts for more constantly. He also feels strong in the legend of the Shade. The physical martial arts are a mystery to him, and he doesn't mind that. He is supremely confident in his magical skills, which he has honed religously for his entire lifetime, even before he became a Shade.
History:
Clarus Maleficarum was born Clarus Magnus of Belatona, on the Leona lake to a woman named Alaria Magnus. She was proclaimed a witch by the townspeople. However, the townspeople were right in this case, as Alaria was a magician and sorceress. She taught her child, Clarus, at a young age the arts of magic. When he was at the age of 14, he saw his mother perform a spirit summoning and inquired her about it afterwards. She was hesitant, but then gave in to his requests, and Clarus began his journey in becoming a sorceror. By the age of 16, he had summoned his first spirit and had commanded it to do the simple task of getting him a bagel. From that point on, he was hooked to the use of spirits. He was sent into village monthly by his mother to buy supplies for, while they knew nothing of the young man's magic, they knew about Alaria's, and didn't trust her enough to let her in town. He saw society while he was out, even if its just the society of a small village, and he craved it. He wanted desperately to experience the "culture" and the togetherness of a village. To meet people and hear the stories.
By his 18th birthday, he had grown a lot in his magical strength, and his sorcerous control, and he decided to move out from his mother's home. He began to live in the town of Belatona, instead of on the outskirts of the town, and became an apprentice to the owner of the traders market. He was unusually old for an apprentice, but he learned quickly under the man about buisness and freight. He also saved every penny he got and at the age of 23, when he was an official partner with the older marketman, he moved out of rented space he was in and bought a small house in town. In the confines of his home, he once again began his magic practice in private.
Things went well, until Clarus was 29 years of age. He was in a serious relationship with a woman named Mara Laiden when she walked in on him. Not with another girl, that is. She walked in on him while he was practicing his sorcery. He instantly dispelled the spirit, allowing it to go back to its old existence. However, the deed had been done, and Mara ran off. Clarus was at somewhat of a loss of what to do, so he gathered his most important things, and hoped that he wouldn't need the preparations in place. His hopes were in vain, and the village came to drag him out and impale him, and burn him. Whatever they decided first. He had to think quick from when they pounded on the door, and he did so.
He summoned three powerful spirits to him and offered to house them in the world in exchange for his life and power. The three spirits of greed agree to his terms and possess his body as the villagers come into the room, lead by the town mayor and Mara. They see the man convulse and see his body slowly change, his hair becoming crimson red and his skin becoming pale as porcelain. He turns to those in the room, and the mayor tells him that he is under arrest, to which Clarus just laughs and gently picks at the finger nails. He then says "I think not..." and proceeds to use his new found power in magic to cast a fire spell and burn all those in the house except him, and he controls it to open a pathway as he walks through it, laughing at those in pain around him. He then decides to move quickly before word spreads too much farther. He moves to his business and takes a horse, and rides off towards Dras-Leona, where his earnings from the trading are kept. He reaches there in a day and nearly killing his horse doing so. He goes to the bank and checks his earnings, delighted with the amount he has earned so far. He goes to the local trading company and buys his way into a partnership with them.
He remains in control of his body for the most part, and finds that he has a heightened need of material goods. He decides that is from the spirits of greed inside him, waiting. From here, in his new partnership, he starts to take charge, going big on his risks with his partners, and using his new skills and spirits to make absolutely sure they paid off. Soon enough, the partnership and everyone in it was filthy stinking rich, and he waits patiently. Years pass, and the traders get a little wary as he does not age with them, and Clarus simply smiles at them and shrugs, telling the, its all in their heads, that he is as old as they are. And, eventually, his partners die off one by one of old age, leaving him in control of the company.
Once he is in singular control of the company, his money and power begin to flourish in earnest. He becomes a filthy rich man over the next few hundred years, and lusts for more. He continues to expand his company, getting contacts all over the human world, as well as the dwarven craftsmen, although those are seen through middlemen as they could possibly reveal his secret as a Shade. He buys land just outside Dras-Leona and uses it as his estate and personal training grounds below the house, where his various servants and guests could not intrude, and his magic powers grow in earnest.
With the rise of Galbatorix to power at the end of Clarus' fourth century of life, Clarus was slightly frustrated. When the new king came to rule and destroyed the riders, it did two things for him. It destroyed the major faction that would take him on, allowing him to act more, and it destroyed his trade with Elves and Dwarves as they retreated to their refuges. As a result, the trade of Elven and Dwarven goods dried up, and he lost a lot of money. However, the riders being removed quickly became a boon as Clarus became much more bold, and used that freedom to gain more power, buying a mansion in the newly conquered and renamed city of Uru’baen and moving there. However, such things would not last as the greed took over, and he overstepped himself, bringing him into the king’s eye. Galbatorix was not overly harsh in his dealings with Clarus, much to his surprise. Clarus expected to have his heart cut out by the mad king. However, the king offered Clarus a place in his empire, and Clarus accepted. For the last 50 years, he has been working as an agent of the King, although very light work as there is not much demand for a magician of his extreme caliber, and has been controlling his business from afar, mostly just collecting paychecks from it. He finds and buys rare artifacts when they are around and puts them in display at his mansion home, and throws regular parties at his Uru’baen home, and generally loving the good life in Uru’baen with his wealth from his nearly 600 year greadfest.
Roleplaying example:
*Daran strides confidently into the first few trees of the Bare Forest, friends and his rival Serj behind him. He feels fairly confident that he can do the challenge or surviving on his own for two days, no matter the legends. He has a small pack on his back, containing rations for two days, a firestarter, and first-aid kit with bacta patches. He has fairly durable, simple hiking clothes on, and a hat. He starts the hike through the forest as the sight at the edge of the forest fades, and moves for a few miles. After an hour or two of hiking, he spots someone running among the trees. His mind works quickly, and Daran sees a couple more running around him. He stops and slides into an unarmed fighting stance, and yells* Come out now!
*At his yell, he hears no response except that of grunts, and heavy breathing. He looks warily at where the sound is originating, and realizes the stories about the corpses being reanimated by parasites were real. He gets a jolt of panic, but clears that out of his mind as the adreniline starts pumping. A couple of the "zombies" come out of the trees, running at him and snarling. Daran lets them approach, then steps to his right quickly and snaps a kick into the "zombie" on the right. It propels the "zombie" into the next to it and knocks them down, tangling them up together. Daran sees his chance and bolts, trying to get away from the two that were just rushing him. Daran hears more snarling, now all around him, and shakes inside, overwhelmed by the sheer amount that he hears. He runs on, trying to get away from the living dead around him, and reachs a clearing, scampering up the closest tree to it, so he can jump off and run if he needs to, and hunkers down, thinking "This... is going... to be one hella long two days..."*
How did you find us?
I have been on this site for nine months
