Post by Wild Dog on Aug 20, 2010 0:07:41 GMT -5
Name:
Shu'itan
Shu'itan
Race:
Elf
Elf
Age:
1298
1298
Description:
Shu'itan was an elf once. Sometimes, he still considers himself one. Pointed ears, grace like a panther, and the famed elven pale skin. However, he is no longer a elf. He wandered off into the wilderness and began to change. His pale skin changed to a a sunburned brown. His pale hair turned black. His "grace like a panther" grew more mortal. His eyes are what draws attention. A fire burns in them, glaring into peoples souls. His hair is often wavy and often up. He doesn't care for it.
His clothing also draws attention. A yellow robe, decorated with designs only he can discern. Yellows and reds make a pattern, symbolizing the sun.
Weapons:
Shu'itan is too old, according to him, to use weapons. He certainly needs none. Shun'itan has a uncanny ability to speak. Speak in a way that men listen. And believe it. He preaches to the people, condemning dragon riders and all who follow them. As a magician, he uses his powers to create drams in his words. Booms of thunder and lightning strikes His followers, the Suncloaks will follow him to the edges of the world. On the flip side, he has a staff with him at all times. Antlers of some unknown animal adorn it. Charms also hang from the skeleton. Shu'itan isn't adverse to using the staff as a club. The antlers are still very sharp.
Body Guards:
The Spider: His real name is unknown. He was born as a elf, but was left to die by his parents. The reason? Because he was born with four fully functional arms Tall muscular, he makes great use of his extra limbs. Using four swords, he works as a Suncloack for Shu'itan. He is loyal as a dog, but can't really think for himself.
The Snake: Small, thin, unremarkable, the Snake is greatly unimportant. Unfortunately, he likes that appearance. He has a uncanny ability to piece together rumors and to relate them to his boss. His boss then takes the credit and makes the Snake safe to operate. Though, he is a great swordsman. Agile, quick, he fights like a acrobat, leaping from opponent to opponent.
Personality:
Outside. he is passionate about his religion. Peace, war, truce, all are part of his theology. He cares neither for the winning side or the losing side. He is kind and compassionate for the believers. His people. He will often go hungry feeding the poor. But for the unbelievers, he is cruel, merciless, and unsympathetic. All who don't follow the Way of the Sun deserve death. He is quite fanatic about sin, although the definition of sin is undefined.
Personally, though, nobody knows if he truly believes his teachings. People who have found out died. There is a madness about him. feigned or real, that catches people by surprise. He is quite willing to sacrifice his life for his order, but took every precaution to save his own skin. A coward, no, but wanting to fulfill his dream of a world following the Order of the Sun. Or under him.
Even though he teaches about sin, he does many things that would be questionable. Apparently, the Sun Master, the name the mob calls him by, has no limits or rules. His suncloacks also have no restrictions. Ever since preaching in Osilon, people beleive that the plauge is a sign. A sign of the ending of this chaos and a rise to the order. No word whether Shu'itan believes it or not. Nobody knows what runs through his mind.
History.
Shu'itan was born and raised many years ago, by a loving mother and father. He grew up, they died, and he started his chosen path. To become a great speaker. One that all the elves, even the queen, would listen to him. He finally accomplished that feat, becoming the most influential speaker in the council. For years, he fought over the recognition of the half elves. He wanted them to be full blown members of the elven country. The queen and council was against it, but he won.
He led a great family life. Married and had two kids. Life was looking up. Until, he decided what his next issue was. He was always fascinated about history. Upon reading a old manuscript, he came to believe that a separate elven colony was thriving beyond the Beor Mountains. Convinced that someone should make contact, he made the preparations said goodbye, and left. 800 years passed. The queen proclaimed him dead. His family moved on. A great tomb was made for him, and a day of mourning. The elven nation lost a great citizen that day. He was far from dead.
Upon reaching the Beor Mountains, he lost his escort in a skirmish with the dwarves. Wounded, he wandered the lands, seeking his way out. What he found instead, is still a mystery. What he claims, is that he stumbled upon the elves, but they changed. They seemed to be darker of skin, and worshiped the sun. Shu'itan claims that he mediated with them, seeking the way of the Sun. Then, a mysteries illness swept through the Children of the Sun's land. All the crops died. Magic was useless. Shu'itan, watched, helplessly, as Child after Child died. Shu'itan vowed to further the Order of the Sun.
This is all what Shu'itan claims what had happened
What happened after that, is fact. He appeared in the empire, preaching about his religion. Officials paid no attention, what is one more crazy man in the scheme of life. Big mistake. Shu'itan gained followers. Soldiers, commoners, nobles alike, they all bowed down be for the Great Master. Soon, the government had to deal with this threat. Not only were the people stirred, but government officials as well were all believing in what Shu'itan was saying. Now, he strives to unite the world under one banner. The Banner of the Suncloacks.
Role-playing example:
I talked.
The heathens stood there, transfixed. Muttering a few words, I caused the sun to look much more brighter, more dramatic. I stood there, basking the the glory of a new world. The promise of peace hung in the air. The Spider was smiling, a stupid smile. He knew. He understood that the Sun was a master of peace. But for now, the way of chaos must be followed. I must take out the unbelievers before the world truly is at peace.
Shifting my staff, I cried out, "Come, all you misguided children. Come, join a new empire. What have these Dragon rider done for you? Repent, join me. I will lead you to glory" Thrusting my staff up, I caused a funnel of fire to erupt, bathing the grounds in a brilliant red. Scrying around, I took a brief look into the minds of the crowd. Many of them believed what I said, but a few still refused to turn. With hearts of stone, they turned and walked out. Muttering to themselves as they went.
For the rest, they appeared ready. My little display was causing an uproar for the soldiers. Many of them started to run towards me. Ah, poor children. My followers, the mob that they looked like, refused to let them near me. Blood was shed. Lives were crushed. Praying, I made the ground erupt, showering the unbelievers with stones. Then all was quiet. They were ready.
Shu'itan was an elf once. Sometimes, he still considers himself one. Pointed ears, grace like a panther, and the famed elven pale skin. However, he is no longer a elf. He wandered off into the wilderness and began to change. His pale skin changed to a a sunburned brown. His pale hair turned black. His "grace like a panther" grew more mortal. His eyes are what draws attention. A fire burns in them, glaring into peoples souls. His hair is often wavy and often up. He doesn't care for it.
His clothing also draws attention. A yellow robe, decorated with designs only he can discern. Yellows and reds make a pattern, symbolizing the sun.
Weapons:
Shu'itan is too old, according to him, to use weapons. He certainly needs none. Shun'itan has a uncanny ability to speak. Speak in a way that men listen. And believe it. He preaches to the people, condemning dragon riders and all who follow them. As a magician, he uses his powers to create drams in his words. Booms of thunder and lightning strikes His followers, the Suncloaks will follow him to the edges of the world. On the flip side, he has a staff with him at all times. Antlers of some unknown animal adorn it. Charms also hang from the skeleton. Shu'itan isn't adverse to using the staff as a club. The antlers are still very sharp.
Body Guards:
The Spider: His real name is unknown. He was born as a elf, but was left to die by his parents. The reason? Because he was born with four fully functional arms Tall muscular, he makes great use of his extra limbs. Using four swords, he works as a Suncloack for Shu'itan. He is loyal as a dog, but can't really think for himself.
The Snake: Small, thin, unremarkable, the Snake is greatly unimportant. Unfortunately, he likes that appearance. He has a uncanny ability to piece together rumors and to relate them to his boss. His boss then takes the credit and makes the Snake safe to operate. Though, he is a great swordsman. Agile, quick, he fights like a acrobat, leaping from opponent to opponent.
Personality:
Outside. he is passionate about his religion. Peace, war, truce, all are part of his theology. He cares neither for the winning side or the losing side. He is kind and compassionate for the believers. His people. He will often go hungry feeding the poor. But for the unbelievers, he is cruel, merciless, and unsympathetic. All who don't follow the Way of the Sun deserve death. He is quite fanatic about sin, although the definition of sin is undefined.
Personally, though, nobody knows if he truly believes his teachings. People who have found out died. There is a madness about him. feigned or real, that catches people by surprise. He is quite willing to sacrifice his life for his order, but took every precaution to save his own skin. A coward, no, but wanting to fulfill his dream of a world following the Order of the Sun. Or under him.
Even though he teaches about sin, he does many things that would be questionable. Apparently, the Sun Master, the name the mob calls him by, has no limits or rules. His suncloacks also have no restrictions. Ever since preaching in Osilon, people beleive that the plauge is a sign. A sign of the ending of this chaos and a rise to the order. No word whether Shu'itan believes it or not. Nobody knows what runs through his mind.
History.
Shu'itan was born and raised many years ago, by a loving mother and father. He grew up, they died, and he started his chosen path. To become a great speaker. One that all the elves, even the queen, would listen to him. He finally accomplished that feat, becoming the most influential speaker in the council. For years, he fought over the recognition of the half elves. He wanted them to be full blown members of the elven country. The queen and council was against it, but he won.
He led a great family life. Married and had two kids. Life was looking up. Until, he decided what his next issue was. He was always fascinated about history. Upon reading a old manuscript, he came to believe that a separate elven colony was thriving beyond the Beor Mountains. Convinced that someone should make contact, he made the preparations said goodbye, and left. 800 years passed. The queen proclaimed him dead. His family moved on. A great tomb was made for him, and a day of mourning. The elven nation lost a great citizen that day. He was far from dead.
Upon reaching the Beor Mountains, he lost his escort in a skirmish with the dwarves. Wounded, he wandered the lands, seeking his way out. What he found instead, is still a mystery. What he claims, is that he stumbled upon the elves, but they changed. They seemed to be darker of skin, and worshiped the sun. Shu'itan claims that he mediated with them, seeking the way of the Sun. Then, a mysteries illness swept through the Children of the Sun's land. All the crops died. Magic was useless. Shu'itan, watched, helplessly, as Child after Child died. Shu'itan vowed to further the Order of the Sun.
This is all what Shu'itan claims what had happened
What happened after that, is fact. He appeared in the empire, preaching about his religion. Officials paid no attention, what is one more crazy man in the scheme of life. Big mistake. Shu'itan gained followers. Soldiers, commoners, nobles alike, they all bowed down be for the Great Master. Soon, the government had to deal with this threat. Not only were the people stirred, but government officials as well were all believing in what Shu'itan was saying. Now, he strives to unite the world under one banner. The Banner of the Suncloacks.
Role-playing example:
I talked.
The heathens stood there, transfixed. Muttering a few words, I caused the sun to look much more brighter, more dramatic. I stood there, basking the the glory of a new world. The promise of peace hung in the air. The Spider was smiling, a stupid smile. He knew. He understood that the Sun was a master of peace. But for now, the way of chaos must be followed. I must take out the unbelievers before the world truly is at peace.
Shifting my staff, I cried out, "Come, all you misguided children. Come, join a new empire. What have these Dragon rider done for you? Repent, join me. I will lead you to glory" Thrusting my staff up, I caused a funnel of fire to erupt, bathing the grounds in a brilliant red. Scrying around, I took a brief look into the minds of the crowd. Many of them believed what I said, but a few still refused to turn. With hearts of stone, they turned and walked out. Muttering to themselves as they went.
For the rest, they appeared ready. My little display was causing an uproar for the soldiers. Many of them started to run towards me. Ah, poor children. My followers, the mob that they looked like, refused to let them near me. Blood was shed. Lives were crushed. Praying, I made the ground erupt, showering the unbelievers with stones. Then all was quiet. They were ready.
