"From the mists He crept, but He wasn't alone."

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"From the mists He crept, but He wasn't alone."

Post by Haseo on Thu Nov 06, 2008 6:01 pm

Name: Haseo Ithen (I'll dig up his Freyalin name sometime)
Titles: The Jack of Blades Hidden in the Mists, Leader of the Ramen Sanzoku, Rider of Giant Foxes, Snake Charmer, Emperor from the Mountains, Murderer, The Destroyer, Harvester of the Black Hand, The Crimson Death, and, at one point, the Pale Man.
Age: Over 10,000
Race: Freyalin
Description: The dark Freyalin Emperor is at times a work of art, or a show of horror. His form changes at his will, but there are a few near constants that always remain; His red hair and his pale skin. Generally, he is in his true form, which is a pale, humanoid figure with blood red hair falling to his shoulders, that is more often than not straight. There have been times, however, that it has been either tatty or with a slight wave to it. Standing at 5'11, his height is mostly attributed to his seemingly elongated waist and abdomen. While the Freyalin is not overly muscled, he does possess a lithe build, with muscles clearly evident beneath his heavily scarred body. The only part of him that is not scarred is his face and pointed ears. Even his scalp has a few small scars, though they are hidden beneath his hair. The most striking feature of Haseo would probably be his eyes, which possess no whites, only blacks surrounding his glowing yellow eyes, whose pupils are slit like a venomous serpent's. When Haseo smiles, it usually reveals his rows of serrated, pointed teeth, and a flicking purple tongue with forked ends, that can be just as much of a weapon as any blade he possesses. Haseo possesses a crimson, tattered half cloak, held in place by a golden medallion with a snake head carved into it. This cloak has been with him since he was young, only six or seven years old, only then it was a full cloak. He does not remove it easily, and has enchanted it so that it will not crumble to dust from its age, nor can it be ripped anymore than it has been already. The cloth will grow anew when ripped or shredded. When he is in this form, he possesses two fluffy white tails that are tipped in red, and four black feathered wings that are often shrunk and hidden beneath his half cloak, only to grow and burst out at his command. He is generally found in armor, though the type of armor he wears varies depending on the occassion. Lately, he has taken to wearing a more formal looking armor, in colors of deep, dark red and grays, trimmed with gold finish. His weapons are too numerous to name.


Name: Hatake Ithen
Title: Master of the Planet's Blood.
Age: Over 10,000
Race: Freyalin
Description: Hatake bears many of the features as his brother, though he generally remains in one form, only having warped himself into a demonic form on a few select occassions. The twin Freyalins are nearly completely identicle, but for a few minute details. Hatake's eyes do not glow nearly as fiercely as Haseo's, and his face is more dispassionate. Still, the Freyalin has the long face and pale skin that was common amonst their people, as well as a shock of spiky blue hair, that, when taken into consideration, elevates him from the height of 5'11 to around 6'2. His bangs frame his face, however, giving it a more thin appearance that it truly is. He possesses the more fierce features just as his brother does, including the serrated teeth and talons tipping each finger. His tails, however, is tipped in blue rather than red, and his wings are more of a raven blue-black than completely ebony. Often arrayed in a set of mistavore, unadorned armor, Hatake has a more humble appearance than his flamboyant brother. He wears a blue, more regal, half cloak as compared to his brother's crimson.

Name: Shatiel Iceblade
Rank within Haseo's forces: Dread Knight of the Order, follower of the path of Unholy.
Titles: Chuckles and Mr. Stinky Breath (Courtesy of Haseo and Eindrel respectively)
Age: 4,051
Race: Undead (Formerly An'Gelus)
Description: Shatiel, if one was not told he was undead, could for all intents and purposes pass himself off as a living being. Except for the small fact that he has no eyes and he is paler than chalk. He has begun the transitions into that of a Darkfallen, his fingers already having been replaced with large, bony claws, two to serve as fingers, and one as a thumb. A streak of white runs through his faded violet hair that falls a little past his pointed ears, each of them very long, at the very least six inches each. The Dread Knight, like all other Dread Knights, is constantly in battle garb, which consists of a set of black armor, highly decorated with skeletal epiphagies, such as the skeletal like fingers that curl around his pauldrons, and the skulls that decorate each of his knees. The armor, despite its size, does little to make his small form seem larger. He is small, only about 5'4, a stark contrast to most other Dread Knights, and, again a contrast, his body is lanky and slouched. A darkly regal cloak hangs from his shoulders, tattered and old. Also upong his back at all times when not in his hands, is a runeblade most special; The Dark Shard. Formed from a shard of the Dark Crystal that powers the Dark Folly and keeps it aloft, as well as powers its defenses, the Dark Shard is heavily ensorcelled, so much so that it tingles within whomever holds it.

Name: Melchiah the VIIIth
Rank within Haseo's Forces: Darkfallen of the Order, Grand Crusader of the Despoiled Blood, Leader of the Followers of the path of Blood.
Titles: N/a
Age: 6,002
Race: Undead (Formerly Human)
Description: Melchiah the VIIIth is one of Haseo's oldest and strongest of Dread Knights and Darkfallen alike. He is the Leader of the Order of Blood within the Dread Knights, and is not afraid to stride into battle. Or drag himself into battle. The form that he allows all to see is that of a tall, but slumping figure covered in black robes and garments, with a pair of black feathered wings dragging on the ground behind him. He leans on his runeblade, which for all appearances looks like a simple great sword with a few dark runes along the sides, as a cane. At a first glance, most would believe the Darkfallen to be weak, and pathetic, just from his appearance. However, any that come close with malicious intent will quickly discover different. Melchiah makes the choice to drag himself around, because, in his own words he has said, "When you're important, people will wait for you." However, whenever Haseo or Treble demand his presence, he is there at that very instance. He is one of the few of the Order who do not despise Treble for having more of their Lord's affections. When he removes his robes for battle, his form is completely different than what most would expect. He is a tall, straight, and regal figure, who's arms are left exposed, and wears only a breast plate, pauldrons, and boots for protection, all with a demonic theme to them. His hair is short and trimmed tightly to his head, and his eyes are a shining magenta. His arms have no skin upon them, and constantly drip blood when his robes are removed, and he uses this blood just as much as a weapon as the runeblade he carries. Like all Darkfallen, the skin he does have is a pale alabaster, along with his hair.

Name: Aricul
Rank within Haseo's Forces: Darkfallen of the Order, Teacher of the Followers of the Unholy Path.
Titles: N/a
Age: 5,031
Race: Undead (Formerly Elvish)
Description: Aricul is a tall figure, as with all Darkfallen, and could be considered beautiful in some aspects. He hair falls down to her rear, in long, straight tendrils, and is held in place by a silver circlet. Her lips are often drawn tight and her face expressionless. She often holds herself up with an air of nobility, rarely slouching or even lowering her face. Her armor, strangely for a Dread Knight, let alone a Darkfallen, is barely ornamented, only having a few leaf like inscriptions into the pauldron's flourishes. Her eyes are yellowed over, and they often look at Treble, Eindrel, and Junior with open anger and hostility, but roam across the Freyalin Emperor more than they should...

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Re: "From the mists He crept, but He wasn't alone."

Post by Haseo on Thu Nov 06, 2008 6:02 pm

Name: "Faustas" (This name is an alias. He has never given his true name)
Rank within the Armed Forces: Captain.
Titles: Cowboy (So named because of the spurrs attached to his boots and the bolt-action, single shot rifle he favors)
Age: Unknown
Race: Some form of elvish, possibly a cross breed between an An'Gelus and a High Elf.
Description: "Faustas" is a slender, tall elf with sunkissed skin and a single glowing silver eye. His other eye is covered by a black eyepatch, and constantly either around his lower face of his neck is a red bandana. He wears a full set of thick leather armor, magickally crafted to form perfectly against his body, so that it makes not a sound as he moves. He does, however, possess spurrs on each of his boots, that only seem to make a sound when he wants to be noticed. The elf carries with him an air of self-importance, both from his posture, and painstakingly parted blond hair that is brushed behind one ear. At one hip hangs a deadly and slightly broad scimitar, while at the other hangs a long dirk. Set on his back is his rifle, its heavy wooden frame and stock allowing it to be just as much a weapon as his blades.

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