Lachiyous
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Alistair
History/Lore: An old, legendary being called a Frost Giant.
As the world forgot about said creatures, he too did the same....through 'proposed'(or contained) amnesia. With the help of his captors and magic....he melded into a new philosophy, a brand new way of life and way to be. Taught not to revere said ancient icons from long ago, but to. Instead. Heed the powerful. Warning, of fear. And learn to embrace. A negative reaction to it. Hatred. For, do people....beings...not FEAR(or even 'hate') what they truly....do NOT entirely comprehend? Surely, there could not be anything bless-ed....to come out...of such....'unholy monstrosities'!
Perhaps along the way, there's a curious naivete -- an innocence -- present within him...which, conflicts...directly with the new mindset. That's been branded upon him. To which, the group of people that found him. Find frustration in this, and are. Threatened by it(for isn't 'innocence' = hopeful?). To cast him aside, and away. Alone, and across the lands afar, he comes upon the Tower Academy, a whispered institution for those. Gifted, with. Magic. And what could be more so, than his....unnatural....STRENGTH, seeping out...(and contained) from a silver amulet, sapphire stone in its center. They say the bearer of the jewel, shall possess enormous power. But is that with or without, the magickal properties of the relic?
Turmoil. Conflict. Perfect, and sometimes. Necessary ingredients, for. War. Age old struggles. The stuff of times past. Between beings of immense, unfathomable....'power'. DRAGONS and GIANTS.
The kind of, violence....and intensity....that could(and did) reshape the lands, with...their THUNDEROUS strikes, and VORACIOUS fires. The world at large, lie pray to their RECKLESS onslaught. And searing venom, toward one another. And just as soon as it had started. One day, it too. Was over. Numbers of the Giants, dwindled.(and/or were "captured/contained" by powerful magic) And the Dragons, slain. The few remaining, disappeared unto scrolls. Songs, and. Children's stories....
Name: Alistair
Age: Immortal(Frost Giant)
Appears: 24
Hair: Dirty blonde
Eyes: Blue
(human)
(giant)
Appearance: As a human, Alistair's a tall individual. With long, almost unkempt sandy blonde hair. The bit of a goatee. And soulful, blue eyes. The kind that just emanate...conflict. He doesn't appear dangerous or hostile, dressed in enough layers of apparel to 'keep warm'. Or was that to blend in? In his 'natural' form, his skin is almost turquoise in hue. And tresses, dark violet. Eyes to match. His height of course, puts to shame. Some of the tallest of mountain tops. And clothes -- armour -- is worn...sparingly.
Personality: As the story begins, Alistair's a bit reserved(pensive?), but that's mostly cautionary. And confusion. Because of his lack of awareness. And truth of presence. For what he REALLY is. He cannot remember. Little things. An instinct here. A thought processing there. Offer him, the glimmer of something all together. Different. Perhaps it correlates with sporadic, fleeting. Feats of strength as well? Also, not to be ignored. The proposed 'game plan', laid before him. As the way things ARE and MUST be(when he was found and contained). Are the impulse and the engrained, really that different. From one another? Lastly, there's the....innocent...of...wonderful. Ever present, if not...a flickering...very dim...little light bulb. Not to ever encompass, but if keen. One could pick up and, notate it.
As a man, that's been torn. Asunder, from within. He can seem and thus feel, distant. Most could be put off, by this. No warm, nor cold behavior. Sort of indifferent. But that's just him. And his way. Of being. Not to intend to harm, truly.
Ability: (Human Form): Has the blessed STRENGTH from his Giant kin, somewhat though. Hidden, as in. The truest of potential. This is because of the magickal silver amulet he wears around his neck, which has been magickally infused to his person.(he could not remove it even if he tried) He possesses a resistance to the harsh cold environment as well. (Frost Giant Form): Has a cold breath weapon, along with the increased size. And full, realized potential of his strength, durability, and resistance to the cold elements.
In both, he is naturally vulnerable to the element of fire.
History/Lore: An old, legendary being called a Frost Giant.
As the world forgot about said creatures, he too did the same....through 'proposed'(or contained) amnesia. With the help of his captors and magic....he melded into a new philosophy, a brand new way of life and way to be. Taught not to revere said ancient icons from long ago, but to. Instead. Heed the powerful. Warning, of fear. And learn to embrace. A negative reaction to it. Hatred. For, do people....beings...not FEAR(or even 'hate') what they truly....do NOT entirely comprehend? Surely, there could not be anything bless-ed....to come out...of such....'unholy monstrosities'!
Perhaps along the way, there's a curious naivete -- an innocence -- present within him...which, conflicts...directly with the new mindset. That's been branded upon him. To which, the group of people that found him. Find frustration in this, and are. Threatened by it(for isn't 'innocence' = hopeful?). To cast him aside, and away. Alone, and across the lands afar, he comes upon the Tower Academy, a whispered institution for those. Gifted, with. Magic. And what could be more so, than his....unnatural....STRENGTH, seeping out...(and contained) from a silver amulet, sapphire stone in its center. They say the bearer of the jewel, shall possess enormous power. But is that with or without, the magickal properties of the relic?
Turmoil. Conflict. Perfect, and sometimes. Necessary ingredients, for. War. Age old struggles. The stuff of times past. Between beings of immense, unfathomable....'power'. DRAGONS and GIANTS.
The kind of, violence....and intensity....that could(and did) reshape the lands, with...their THUNDEROUS strikes, and VORACIOUS fires. The world at large, lie pray to their RECKLESS onslaught. And searing venom, toward one another. And just as soon as it had started. One day, it too. Was over. Numbers of the Giants, dwindled.(and/or were "captured/contained" by powerful magic) And the Dragons, slain. The few remaining, disappeared unto scrolls. Songs, and. Children's stories....
Name: Alistair
Age: Immortal(Frost Giant)
Appears: 24
Hair: Dirty blonde
Eyes: Blue
(human)
(giant)
Appearance: As a human, Alistair's a tall individual. With long, almost unkempt sandy blonde hair. The bit of a goatee. And soulful, blue eyes. The kind that just emanate...conflict. He doesn't appear dangerous or hostile, dressed in enough layers of apparel to 'keep warm'. Or was that to blend in? In his 'natural' form, his skin is almost turquoise in hue. And tresses, dark violet. Eyes to match. His height of course, puts to shame. Some of the tallest of mountain tops. And clothes -- armour -- is worn...sparingly.
Personality: As the story begins, Alistair's a bit reserved(pensive?), but that's mostly cautionary. And confusion. Because of his lack of awareness. And truth of presence. For what he REALLY is. He cannot remember. Little things. An instinct here. A thought processing there. Offer him, the glimmer of something all together. Different. Perhaps it correlates with sporadic, fleeting. Feats of strength as well? Also, not to be ignored. The proposed 'game plan', laid before him. As the way things ARE and MUST be(when he was found and contained). Are the impulse and the engrained, really that different. From one another? Lastly, there's the....innocent...of...wonderful. Ever present, if not...a flickering...very dim...little light bulb. Not to ever encompass, but if keen. One could pick up and, notate it.
As a man, that's been torn. Asunder, from within. He can seem and thus feel, distant. Most could be put off, by this. No warm, nor cold behavior. Sort of indifferent. But that's just him. And his way. Of being. Not to intend to harm, truly.
Ability: (Human Form): Has the blessed STRENGTH from his Giant kin, somewhat though. Hidden, as in. The truest of potential. This is because of the magickal silver amulet he wears around his neck, which has been magickally infused to his person.(he could not remove it even if he tried) He possesses a resistance to the harsh cold environment as well. (Frost Giant Form): Has a cold breath weapon, along with the increased size. And full, realized potential of his strength, durability, and resistance to the cold elements.
In both, he is naturally vulnerable to the element of fire.
I enjoyed your as well, and am excited to watch it all unfold!
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