@Sycon420Jun 22, 2014Jun 22, 2014 at 10:36 PM
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BASIC INFORMATION
Name:Sycon Dai Drek'Tai
Title(s): None
Age: 203 (25 in Appearance, as of 2 E 582)
Birthday: 12th of Frostfall
Gender: Male
Race: Altmer
Birth sign: The Tower
APPEARANCE
Height: 6'4
Weight: 240 lbs
Physique: Lean, fit, toned
Hair color: Sandy Brown
Eye color: Golden
Skin tone: Pale yellow
PERSONALITY:
Sycon is a focused and honed weapon. Disciplined, ridged and unyielding. He holds himself to these standards. He is proud of himself and his friends. He works hard towards any endeavor he undertakes. He is careful, observant and outspoken to a fault. He will relax and has an easy way about him. But the moment his helmet is down or his battle armor is on, there shall be blood. He is kind and considerate. He attempts to be ready to provide support to his comrades in way of potions, cures and raw strength of arm. His attention to detail was honed from his years spent in unending combat (See History.) and has become quickly able to provide battlefield tactical advice. Or utilize his skills to push his group to certain victory.
HISTORY:
Sycon's story is not for the faint of heart or those that believe in happy endings. He began life, popping into a realm of the unknown called The Pits out of the nothing. A cold void. Suddenly with a simple state of being. He was confused, however, he was created for a purpose. While his body was aged that like the small girl before him, he had armor and a shield and sword. Before him was a great dog-like Guar, spiked and covered in green acid slime. About to consume the girl whom screamed in terror. In a swift strike the beast was dispatched.
Just as suddenly, the tea party was to be attended. That was what Sycon remembered, as the little girl took him by the hand towards a magnificent garden. He knew the princesses name. Luma Luk'mora. There was another guest however. A snake-like Dragon. He smiled, and began talking about his ordering and cataloging of all things daedric.
Sycon repeated this life a hundred thousand nights. Slaying the great beast at the gates of the garden. Sometimes, he was overwhelmed. When the girl was devoured, all he could do was hold her as his world shifted into a kind of nightmare state. But there he stayed. Slaying all that would come. Beating them back. Even if she was scared He never left her side. He prevailed every time in the nightmare world. As the girl grew, so did he. Soon, he was a part of the conversation. Things came to him. His last name. His family Islands in the south of the Summerset Isles. What the Summerset Isles were. As the girl grew smarter, he did as well, developing things for her amusement. But no matter how he aged. There was always the attack at the gate. Something different and horrible every time.
Sycon grew wise with the girl, her desires altering his form by her will. He knew Peryite. He knew him as his provider of this odd state of life he held. Not that the Daedra respected Luma or him. He just humored his followers as he could. He did not know about Vaermina's anger at Peryites taking of Luma's time in the Quagmire. At least not before the frightful night the once safe gardens walls came tumbling down. Hordes of black clad Daedra followed by a nightmarish vestige that is indescribable attacked. The Pit shifted, and Peryite was even forced to do battle. The Princes clashing more with witty words than with some sort of martial fighting. All while Sycon held armies at bay. Luckily Lumas' imagination was vast and she provided him all the powers he needed to protect her. As the Quagmire rooted to Lumas sleeping mind to gain access to the Pit, the battle fell into the continuous cycle. Only by a final push by Peryite was Vaermina driven off.
The Pit was fading for Sycon, as Luma stirred from her slumber. The Avatar of Peryite, thankful for the knights loyal service and aware Vaermina would attack Luma in the real world for the insult, offered Sycon a real mortal life, crafted from the avatar he kept in this portion of The Pit. He would have no soul, but he could walk Nirn. Sycon accepted the offer and was flung from the realm in the nick of time. Landing in Nirn. A real mortal body and everything. His appearance that of the last one Luma made for him. He found himself at a shrine to Peryite. A ruin, hardly of note, though it was one of the few places he could influence. Sycon made haste, his memory full of his creators knowledge. He found himself months away from Luma. He arrived. Over her bloated, long rotted corpse was the cruel smile of the dremora sent to do it. Sycon killed him with his bare hands.
The only thing Sycon found in that place was a short note. Obviously written before her killer arrived. It read simply. “Go protect others, how you protected me. Go, be real. Like I always wished you to be.”
Sycon left after that. His goal cemented in his mind. He learned the craft of alchemy. It helped restore the powers he had once. He then discovered the Dominion. To which his Luma was loyal. So he is, too.
ABILITIES:
Sycon is adept with his Alchemy and has adapted it to his fighting style. Examples as follows.
((OOC note: Sycon doesn't “Dragon Knight.” Sycon has potions and powders that alchemically provide the effects of his class attacks.))
Fire Javelin - A simple spear attached to a chain and coated in Sycons own recipe for ever-fire gel. He tosses this deadly weapon with extra force, using an ahtlatl. Sycon uses this to subdue and drag back his enemies.
Fire Whip – A leather whip coated in the same fire gel, but the whip is enchanted with the ability to steal life and provide it to the caster. But only if he whips someone while they are down and only if he whips them twice. (Bargain Enchant) (Flame Whip)
Potion of Stalag-lava – A potion that causes spikes from the earth to impale the feet of the victims, holding them in place while the stone liquidizes into lava, catching the target on fire generally. (Burning Talons)
Potion of Rushing Defense – Sycon drinks a potion that gives him legs like an orc to charge at his enemies and knock one down. Then as the strength wears out, a shield spell effects the consumers body. Giving them a shield from sword and spell for a few precious seconds. (Shielded Charge.)
These are examples. I've a whole list, but will stop there.
Thank you for reading about Sycon, he is friendly and aims to help his friends and family as best he can. You can always call on him. If he can help, he shall.
Name:Sycon Dai Drek'Tai
Title(s): None
Age: 203 (25 in Appearance, as of 2 E 582)
Birthday: 12th of Frostfall
Gender: Male
Race: Altmer
Birth sign: The Tower
APPEARANCE
Height: 6'4
Weight: 240 lbs
Physique: Lean, fit, toned
Hair color: Sandy Brown
Eye color: Golden
Skin tone: Pale yellow
PERSONALITY:
Sycon is a focused and honed weapon. Disciplined, ridged and unyielding. He holds himself to these standards. He is proud of himself and his friends. He works hard towards any endeavor he undertakes. He is careful, observant and outspoken to a fault. He will relax and has an easy way about him. But the moment his helmet is down or his battle armor is on, there shall be blood. He is kind and considerate. He attempts to be ready to provide support to his comrades in way of potions, cures and raw strength of arm. His attention to detail was honed from his years spent in unending combat (See History.) and has become quickly able to provide battlefield tactical advice. Or utilize his skills to push his group to certain victory.
HISTORY:
Sycon's story is not for the faint of heart or those that believe in happy endings. He began life, popping into a realm of the unknown called The Pits out of the nothing. A cold void. Suddenly with a simple state of being. He was confused, however, he was created for a purpose. While his body was aged that like the small girl before him, he had armor and a shield and sword. Before him was a great dog-like Guar, spiked and covered in green acid slime. About to consume the girl whom screamed in terror. In a swift strike the beast was dispatched.
Just as suddenly, the tea party was to be attended. That was what Sycon remembered, as the little girl took him by the hand towards a magnificent garden. He knew the princesses name. Luma Luk'mora. There was another guest however. A snake-like Dragon. He smiled, and began talking about his ordering and cataloging of all things daedric.
Sycon repeated this life a hundred thousand nights. Slaying the great beast at the gates of the garden. Sometimes, he was overwhelmed. When the girl was devoured, all he could do was hold her as his world shifted into a kind of nightmare state. But there he stayed. Slaying all that would come. Beating them back. Even if she was scared He never left her side. He prevailed every time in the nightmare world. As the girl grew, so did he. Soon, he was a part of the conversation. Things came to him. His last name. His family Islands in the south of the Summerset Isles. What the Summerset Isles were. As the girl grew smarter, he did as well, developing things for her amusement. But no matter how he aged. There was always the attack at the gate. Something different and horrible every time.
Sycon grew wise with the girl, her desires altering his form by her will. He knew Peryite. He knew him as his provider of this odd state of life he held. Not that the Daedra respected Luma or him. He just humored his followers as he could. He did not know about Vaermina's anger at Peryites taking of Luma's time in the Quagmire. At least not before the frightful night the once safe gardens walls came tumbling down. Hordes of black clad Daedra followed by a nightmarish vestige that is indescribable attacked. The Pit shifted, and Peryite was even forced to do battle. The Princes clashing more with witty words than with some sort of martial fighting. All while Sycon held armies at bay. Luckily Lumas' imagination was vast and she provided him all the powers he needed to protect her. As the Quagmire rooted to Lumas sleeping mind to gain access to the Pit, the battle fell into the continuous cycle. Only by a final push by Peryite was Vaermina driven off.
The Pit was fading for Sycon, as Luma stirred from her slumber. The Avatar of Peryite, thankful for the knights loyal service and aware Vaermina would attack Luma in the real world for the insult, offered Sycon a real mortal life, crafted from the avatar he kept in this portion of The Pit. He would have no soul, but he could walk Nirn. Sycon accepted the offer and was flung from the realm in the nick of time. Landing in Nirn. A real mortal body and everything. His appearance that of the last one Luma made for him. He found himself at a shrine to Peryite. A ruin, hardly of note, though it was one of the few places he could influence. Sycon made haste, his memory full of his creators knowledge. He found himself months away from Luma. He arrived. Over her bloated, long rotted corpse was the cruel smile of the dremora sent to do it. Sycon killed him with his bare hands.
The only thing Sycon found in that place was a short note. Obviously written before her killer arrived. It read simply. “Go protect others, how you protected me. Go, be real. Like I always wished you to be.”
Sycon left after that. His goal cemented in his mind. He learned the craft of alchemy. It helped restore the powers he had once. He then discovered the Dominion. To which his Luma was loyal. So he is, too.
ABILITIES:
Sycon is adept with his Alchemy and has adapted it to his fighting style. Examples as follows.
((OOC note: Sycon doesn't “Dragon Knight.” Sycon has potions and powders that alchemically provide the effects of his class attacks.))
Fire Javelin - A simple spear attached to a chain and coated in Sycons own recipe for ever-fire gel. He tosses this deadly weapon with extra force, using an ahtlatl. Sycon uses this to subdue and drag back his enemies.
Fire Whip – A leather whip coated in the same fire gel, but the whip is enchanted with the ability to steal life and provide it to the caster. But only if he whips someone while they are down and only if he whips them twice. (Bargain Enchant) (Flame Whip)
Potion of Stalag-lava – A potion that causes spikes from the earth to impale the feet of the victims, holding them in place while the stone liquidizes into lava, catching the target on fire generally. (Burning Talons)
Potion of Rushing Defense – Sycon drinks a potion that gives him legs like an orc to charge at his enemies and knock one down. Then as the strength wears out, a shield spell effects the consumers body. Giving them a shield from sword and spell for a few precious seconds. (Shielded Charge.)
These are examples. I've a whole list, but will stop there.
Thank you for reading about Sycon, he is friendly and aims to help his friends and family as best he can. You can always call on him. If he can help, he shall.
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