Post by Cormeran Faithe on Nov 2, 2006 20:54:28 GMT
Full Name: Comeran Faithe
Age: 19
Race: Half Elven
Skills: Skilled runner, able to make his way across, through or over almost any obstacle. he is a swift hand to hand fighter although he avoids any form of fighting as much as possible. He also learned several types of magics from his father's side of the family
Likes: Music, nature and good manners
Dislikes: Insolence and fighting
Background: A half elf on his fathers side, he was cast out from his human side of the family, taken away from his mother to live with his father and family in their small elven home of Methridel. There he lived wth his grandfather, his father too often out to look after him at a young age.
His grandfather was wise, and of an old age, even for an elf. He began to teach his grandson all that he could for Darmian, Cormerans's father, had never much been interested in magic.
Spells soon flowed from the young boys's fingertips, he could repeat almost any spell he had read, recite the old languages with perfect skill and took to learning all of the old poetry and reading books that he had been given from elven wellwishers.
At the tender age of fifteen he could outcast many of the elves who were so many years older then he and under the careful supervision of his ever watchful grandfather his skills advanced constantly.
It came his time to be tested when he was least expecting it. He saw one of the younger elven girls out collecting herbs when he was out, training in the woods. He stayed out of sight, not on purpose, something subconcious told him not to move. Surely enough he was right, a hooded and cloaked adult came up behind the girl, grabbing her. Cormeran saw the flash of a knife as it was held to her throat and did not hesitated to act.
He uttered the words of one of the older stunning spells he knew but his voice was quiet and he stuttered at one of the notes. Evenas he said it he knew it was wrong, he knew he had cast another spell, something dark, something hateful.
From the air there emerged a beast, shadow was it's fur, darkness it's claws and teeth. Like the form of a wolf at the time it stepped forwards, tearing out the throat of the man. Cormeran stared in horror, totally unable to control the huge thing, not knowing the words to command it with.
Blood dripped from it's fangs as it leared over the girl, it's hot, rancid breath covering her, silencing her screams. Comeran ran forwards to stop it but it was too late. Two silent corpses lay in front of the beast. Cormeran tried to challange it, trying anything to stop the further mutilation of the bodies of the young girl and the man he now recognised as his father. He was greeted by a slash of the furious claws, digging deep into his arm, leaving two red marks on his flawless skin.
He fled that day, too frightened to return home. He stopped craidling his arm, terrified at what he had done. Even as he did so, he heard the growl of the beast, it sat by his side, waiting, jaw open and panting. When it did not attack him he confronted it, speaking to it in deapth about what it had done. It did not appreciate the boys feelings, parting only with the knowledge that they were joined together whether they liked it or not.
He left then, researching the words to control the beast for it was still violent and hungry, mostly ignoring the wishes of the young half-elf. Althought it had the intelligent to hide itself in most situations it was not shy, often making things hard for Cormeran but he had to deal with it.
After four years they still clashed, not often agreeing and yet depending on each other for survival for if Cormeran was killed then so was his beast. The beast did not mention that his own death would have the same outcome.
They arrived in Chepi, searching for an old tome the beast told Cormeran about, mentioning that it was a way to seperate them.
Age: 19
Race: Half Elven
Skills: Skilled runner, able to make his way across, through or over almost any obstacle. he is a swift hand to hand fighter although he avoids any form of fighting as much as possible. He also learned several types of magics from his father's side of the family
Likes: Music, nature and good manners
Dislikes: Insolence and fighting
Background: A half elf on his fathers side, he was cast out from his human side of the family, taken away from his mother to live with his father and family in their small elven home of Methridel. There he lived wth his grandfather, his father too often out to look after him at a young age.
His grandfather was wise, and of an old age, even for an elf. He began to teach his grandson all that he could for Darmian, Cormerans's father, had never much been interested in magic.
Spells soon flowed from the young boys's fingertips, he could repeat almost any spell he had read, recite the old languages with perfect skill and took to learning all of the old poetry and reading books that he had been given from elven wellwishers.
At the tender age of fifteen he could outcast many of the elves who were so many years older then he and under the careful supervision of his ever watchful grandfather his skills advanced constantly.
It came his time to be tested when he was least expecting it. He saw one of the younger elven girls out collecting herbs when he was out, training in the woods. He stayed out of sight, not on purpose, something subconcious told him not to move. Surely enough he was right, a hooded and cloaked adult came up behind the girl, grabbing her. Cormeran saw the flash of a knife as it was held to her throat and did not hesitated to act.
He uttered the words of one of the older stunning spells he knew but his voice was quiet and he stuttered at one of the notes. Evenas he said it he knew it was wrong, he knew he had cast another spell, something dark, something hateful.
From the air there emerged a beast, shadow was it's fur, darkness it's claws and teeth. Like the form of a wolf at the time it stepped forwards, tearing out the throat of the man. Cormeran stared in horror, totally unable to control the huge thing, not knowing the words to command it with.
Blood dripped from it's fangs as it leared over the girl, it's hot, rancid breath covering her, silencing her screams. Comeran ran forwards to stop it but it was too late. Two silent corpses lay in front of the beast. Cormeran tried to challange it, trying anything to stop the further mutilation of the bodies of the young girl and the man he now recognised as his father. He was greeted by a slash of the furious claws, digging deep into his arm, leaving two red marks on his flawless skin.
He fled that day, too frightened to return home. He stopped craidling his arm, terrified at what he had done. Even as he did so, he heard the growl of the beast, it sat by his side, waiting, jaw open and panting. When it did not attack him he confronted it, speaking to it in deapth about what it had done. It did not appreciate the boys feelings, parting only with the knowledge that they were joined together whether they liked it or not.
He left then, researching the words to control the beast for it was still violent and hungry, mostly ignoring the wishes of the young half-elf. Althought it had the intelligent to hide itself in most situations it was not shy, often making things hard for Cormeran but he had to deal with it.
After four years they still clashed, not often agreeing and yet depending on each other for survival for if Cormeran was killed then so was his beast. The beast did not mention that his own death would have the same outcome.
They arrived in Chepi, searching for an old tome the beast told Cormeran about, mentioning that it was a way to seperate them.