Post by Balthazar on Jun 29, 2008 4:09:29 GMT
Just to mention before my character, I'm new to this board and so am sort of winging it at the moment.
Please bare with me as I haven't Forum RP'd in a very long time (about 2 years really) and so I'll be really rusty.
Also if its not a problem I'd like to maybe rewrite this Profile when I'm feeling more creative. Not changing any of the specifics but to at least elaborate a bit and make it look nicer and more like a story character.
Well here is the first Character I'll try out:
Name: Balthazar Dysart De'arthe (Pronounced as Bal-Tha-Zar Die-s-art Dee-arr-thee)
Age: Around about 900 years, unconfirmed.
Species: Drow-Demon
Profile: His Ebony skin has a almost unearthly glow and yet at the same time looks mat black, his hair unlike the normal Drow colour is not the Stark White but a Dark Red. He is tall (for a Drow) and stands about 5'10", not terribly tall but his short stature doesn't make him look fragile at all.
His highly toned body is shown off by his usual clothing of a skin tight long sleeved dark blue T-shirt that hugs his body showing off his muscles and hiding his many battle scars.
His free flowing trousers are the opposite, black as his skin and hang baggy around him, tight at the hip but free flowing around his legs giving him alot of freedom.
He generally wears a black trench-coat with the sleeves ripped off at the shoulder, this is normally seen just barely above the floor.
He carries various weapons about his person and normally on full view, his cocky attitude sees it as 'If they can see my weapons they should at least know I can use them." ((will add the weapons in the correct area)).
Other Forms: As said in the Race part he is not only a Drow but also a Demon. He is unsure on his true heritage but his Father was Drow and his Mother a Demon in Drow form, it has been said it was a Succubus but it has also been said it was a Rage Demon, a Demon of pure anger and consuming Rage. The second seems to be more the case and sometime his Rage takes over and he loses all control.
This form is a very feral being, his fingers become Talons, his skin looses its glow but gains weird markings across its surface, a strange writing nobody is sure of what it says, depending on how bad the fight gets depends on the colour of this scripture. Normally its glows an angry blue seeming to pulse lighter and darker colours. The worse his anger gets the more its shade changes to a purple then a bright red.
In this form all control seems to be lost, pure anger takes over and he attacks without weapons and magic, just pure brutal force. So this can be a hindrance or a benefit determined on the situation.
In extreme times he has been known to relish in this form as pain is no longer felt, it is just embraced and feeds the rage. This form is only taken when he is on the brink of death or if he is faced with unrivaled hatred.
Weapons: His usual weapons are a mix of mid to melee ranged weapons.
He has a small Buckler strapped to his left arm and a small short range crossbow attached to his right arm. These are strapped to his forearms and are situated just behind his wrists (so as not to limit his hands movements).
He also wields 2 swords, these are not the normal smaller and larger weapon combo, he stays in tradition of the normal Drow training of 2 long weapons. He wields a Hand and a Half sword in either hand but has been known many a time to just wield one for the heavy 2h chops. (Also known as Bastard Swords).
He carries a Quiver of crossbow quarrels strapped to his upper thigh and a few throwing daggers at his lower back.
Magic: Balthazar's magic is not the norm of the Forgotten Realms universe, he has the power to summon small orbs of energy, these can be fireballs or lightning orbs.
These aren't the explosive giant things, they're more twice size of a Tennis ball. Now these aren't a extremely powerful, they're probably hurt about as much as being hit by a big crossbow (the 2h variation) but he can summon them instantly with no restriction.
He can only summon one of these into an open hand so when he is dual wielding his swords he can't summon one so its not his normal attack tactics to throw them about alot.
Personality: Due to his history he is rather cocky in his own abilities. This is normally a bad thing but he seems to pull it off. When the shit hits the fan his cool demeanor and strong views normally keep him from losing his focus. When he makes you a friend you are under his personal protection. His friends are many in his normal realm. Ranging from Demons to Humans.
He makes friends difficultly due to his background but he doesn't mind as his true friends are worth the effort.
He seems a bit cheesy at times with some of the things he comes out with and he gets a trait from his father that is a love for intrigue and chaos.
History: If its alright I'll do a RP on how he got into Midian, and I'll put his pre-Midian past here.
He was born into Drow society as an outcast. His mother and father both where members of a rogue group called Bregan De'Arthe.
His mother was later found out to be the demon she was, which was then found out by the Matron Mothers of the city of Menzoberanzan, they forced her to evacuate. Balthazar's father dropped into hiding and Balthazar was dropped into a chasm in the Underdark (land of pure darkness hundreds of feet under the surface), this is a land of pure danger. At this point he was 5 and starting to manifest demonic powers.
He landed in a small lake, the water was pitch black. In the underdark pools of water can be the most dangerous things in the whole land. Bottomless, dark and full of hidden dangers.
He was lucky, he floated to the edge and managed to get into a small mossy cave. And managed to make a life for himself there (if it can be called a life) killing using his magic prowess when needed and living off of anything he could find.
Growing up scrawny and malnourished his physical strength lower than most children, but the main thing is he survived. He traveled back to Menzoberanzan and managed to get back into the Rogue band of Bregan De'arthe.
After strengthening his resolve and himself he persuaded one of the mages to take him to the surface so that he could conquer and find his own place.
For many years up on the surface he fought and refined his fighting style, his magic up there was close to useless, cultivated in the eternal darkness of the underdark and close to a hub of magic his magic was infused and now almost useless.
After finding himself secure in his prowess he headed back to his home city where he challenged every powerful male, growing in stature and respect, learning the arts of magic back in the strengthening magic zone of the Underdark.
He finally found the what he was hunting for, a way to destroy the Matrons of the city who banished his family. He pulled into existence a portal into the chaos realm, he confronted Lolth on her own realm.
After an epic battle spanning many hours he finally defeated Lolth and in turn removing all powers her Clerics had.
With the help of the Mages of Menzoberanzan they struck a new Hierarchy. One of strength and order, one where the strength of you personally was greater than your heritage. There was still ruling women but now there was ruling men as well.
The city went 600 years in semi peace, strengthening their new order and growing in strength ready to reach out and defeat their rivals and to eventually attack the surface world.
At this point Balthazar as leader of the ruling council was getting bored. He required more, something interesting. And so using the magic that he used to attack lolth he searched for a way he could become a Demi-God himself. He searched for years and eventually with what he thought was the correct spell he reached forth and commanded the air before him to rip its way into a realm from which he could command.
The air crackled and ripped light flashing around the hole he grabbed his weapons and leaped forth through the hole. He landed in a dark gothic looking city. Surrounded by comforting darkness and yet in a new place.
He reached his hand out and tried to command into being a other realm being for which he could question on this place, all that happened was a dark crackling of energy at his finger tips.
"Hmm thats new....." And the rest is to be written.
Hope thats enough for now. Please post and let me know what you think
Please bare with me as I haven't Forum RP'd in a very long time (about 2 years really) and so I'll be really rusty.
Also if its not a problem I'd like to maybe rewrite this Profile when I'm feeling more creative. Not changing any of the specifics but to at least elaborate a bit and make it look nicer and more like a story character.
Well here is the first Character I'll try out:
Name: Balthazar Dysart De'arthe (Pronounced as Bal-Tha-Zar Die-s-art Dee-arr-thee)
Age: Around about 900 years, unconfirmed.
Species: Drow-Demon
Profile: His Ebony skin has a almost unearthly glow and yet at the same time looks mat black, his hair unlike the normal Drow colour is not the Stark White but a Dark Red. He is tall (for a Drow) and stands about 5'10", not terribly tall but his short stature doesn't make him look fragile at all.
His highly toned body is shown off by his usual clothing of a skin tight long sleeved dark blue T-shirt that hugs his body showing off his muscles and hiding his many battle scars.
His free flowing trousers are the opposite, black as his skin and hang baggy around him, tight at the hip but free flowing around his legs giving him alot of freedom.
He generally wears a black trench-coat with the sleeves ripped off at the shoulder, this is normally seen just barely above the floor.
He carries various weapons about his person and normally on full view, his cocky attitude sees it as 'If they can see my weapons they should at least know I can use them." ((will add the weapons in the correct area)).
Other Forms: As said in the Race part he is not only a Drow but also a Demon. He is unsure on his true heritage but his Father was Drow and his Mother a Demon in Drow form, it has been said it was a Succubus but it has also been said it was a Rage Demon, a Demon of pure anger and consuming Rage. The second seems to be more the case and sometime his Rage takes over and he loses all control.
This form is a very feral being, his fingers become Talons, his skin looses its glow but gains weird markings across its surface, a strange writing nobody is sure of what it says, depending on how bad the fight gets depends on the colour of this scripture. Normally its glows an angry blue seeming to pulse lighter and darker colours. The worse his anger gets the more its shade changes to a purple then a bright red.
In this form all control seems to be lost, pure anger takes over and he attacks without weapons and magic, just pure brutal force. So this can be a hindrance or a benefit determined on the situation.
In extreme times he has been known to relish in this form as pain is no longer felt, it is just embraced and feeds the rage. This form is only taken when he is on the brink of death or if he is faced with unrivaled hatred.
Weapons: His usual weapons are a mix of mid to melee ranged weapons.
He has a small Buckler strapped to his left arm and a small short range crossbow attached to his right arm. These are strapped to his forearms and are situated just behind his wrists (so as not to limit his hands movements).
He also wields 2 swords, these are not the normal smaller and larger weapon combo, he stays in tradition of the normal Drow training of 2 long weapons. He wields a Hand and a Half sword in either hand but has been known many a time to just wield one for the heavy 2h chops. (Also known as Bastard Swords).
He carries a Quiver of crossbow quarrels strapped to his upper thigh and a few throwing daggers at his lower back.
Magic: Balthazar's magic is not the norm of the Forgotten Realms universe, he has the power to summon small orbs of energy, these can be fireballs or lightning orbs.
These aren't the explosive giant things, they're more twice size of a Tennis ball. Now these aren't a extremely powerful, they're probably hurt about as much as being hit by a big crossbow (the 2h variation) but he can summon them instantly with no restriction.
He can only summon one of these into an open hand so when he is dual wielding his swords he can't summon one so its not his normal attack tactics to throw them about alot.
Personality: Due to his history he is rather cocky in his own abilities. This is normally a bad thing but he seems to pull it off. When the shit hits the fan his cool demeanor and strong views normally keep him from losing his focus. When he makes you a friend you are under his personal protection. His friends are many in his normal realm. Ranging from Demons to Humans.
He makes friends difficultly due to his background but he doesn't mind as his true friends are worth the effort.
He seems a bit cheesy at times with some of the things he comes out with and he gets a trait from his father that is a love for intrigue and chaos.
History: If its alright I'll do a RP on how he got into Midian, and I'll put his pre-Midian past here.
He was born into Drow society as an outcast. His mother and father both where members of a rogue group called Bregan De'Arthe.
His mother was later found out to be the demon she was, which was then found out by the Matron Mothers of the city of Menzoberanzan, they forced her to evacuate. Balthazar's father dropped into hiding and Balthazar was dropped into a chasm in the Underdark (land of pure darkness hundreds of feet under the surface), this is a land of pure danger. At this point he was 5 and starting to manifest demonic powers.
He landed in a small lake, the water was pitch black. In the underdark pools of water can be the most dangerous things in the whole land. Bottomless, dark and full of hidden dangers.
He was lucky, he floated to the edge and managed to get into a small mossy cave. And managed to make a life for himself there (if it can be called a life) killing using his magic prowess when needed and living off of anything he could find.
Growing up scrawny and malnourished his physical strength lower than most children, but the main thing is he survived. He traveled back to Menzoberanzan and managed to get back into the Rogue band of Bregan De'arthe.
After strengthening his resolve and himself he persuaded one of the mages to take him to the surface so that he could conquer and find his own place.
For many years up on the surface he fought and refined his fighting style, his magic up there was close to useless, cultivated in the eternal darkness of the underdark and close to a hub of magic his magic was infused and now almost useless.
After finding himself secure in his prowess he headed back to his home city where he challenged every powerful male, growing in stature and respect, learning the arts of magic back in the strengthening magic zone of the Underdark.
He finally found the what he was hunting for, a way to destroy the Matrons of the city who banished his family. He pulled into existence a portal into the chaos realm, he confronted Lolth on her own realm.
After an epic battle spanning many hours he finally defeated Lolth and in turn removing all powers her Clerics had.
With the help of the Mages of Menzoberanzan they struck a new Hierarchy. One of strength and order, one where the strength of you personally was greater than your heritage. There was still ruling women but now there was ruling men as well.
The city went 600 years in semi peace, strengthening their new order and growing in strength ready to reach out and defeat their rivals and to eventually attack the surface world.
At this point Balthazar as leader of the ruling council was getting bored. He required more, something interesting. And so using the magic that he used to attack lolth he searched for a way he could become a Demi-God himself. He searched for years and eventually with what he thought was the correct spell he reached forth and commanded the air before him to rip its way into a realm from which he could command.
The air crackled and ripped light flashing around the hole he grabbed his weapons and leaped forth through the hole. He landed in a dark gothic looking city. Surrounded by comforting darkness and yet in a new place.
He reached his hand out and tried to command into being a other realm being for which he could question on this place, all that happened was a dark crackling of energy at his finger tips.
"Hmm thats new....." And the rest is to be written.
Hope thats enough for now. Please post and let me know what you think