AndferneJul 25, 2014Jul 25, 2014 at 04:10 AM
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Name: Alurvelve Shatteredstar
Sex: Male
Age: 132
Race: Altmer (High Elf)
Orientation: Straight
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 165
Eye Color: Crystal Blue
Hair Color: Silvery White
Physical Appearance:
Long silvery hair flows down to his shoulders, bouncing effortlessly with every sure footed step. His icy blue eyes seem to always sparkle with his coyness, adding a mischievous glint to his gaze. However that stare can become deathly cold in his times of anger. Alurvelve's soft skin is smooth and tanned, as if it was kissed by the sun. A testament to how often he is found without a shirt. His body is well toned from the rigorous training exercises he endures on a daily basis. He has a sense of flair and prefers to stick out from the crowd, wearing fabulous fashions of the finest quality. His flamboyant attire is commonly finished off with a wide brimmed hat holding a single long feather.
Personality:
Alurvelve radiates confidence in himself, and his actions. It oozes from every pore. Most would even claim this to be a case of arrogance, and they would not be wrong for he talks a very big game. However Alurvelve just fully believes in himself, and his well trained tested capabilities. He is an Elf that knows his limits and has trained diligently throughout his life to obtain his specific skill sets. Part of this arrogance is because of his knowledge. Alurvelve has made sure he knows exactly what he is getting himself into each and every time. Always planning, always calculating and playing out the multiple scenarios in his head. In his life he has learned that to obtain great rewards, one must take great risks. But only a fool rushes in to certain death. When it comes to other people Alurvelve views them as a means to an end. He is a manipulator, and some would say a corrupter. Using those around him to achieve whatever goal he desires next. It be a persons intimate company for the night, or something more glorious. Some might see his goals as a raciest, but that is not so. While he us a purest, his mind is not as closed minded as many Alter Nobles of Auirdon. He tends to harbor a deep hatred for those who would take advantage of his Elven people or their way of life. Gaining his trust is not an easy task, but for those who do manage it and become known as a friend. Find they have an ally who would go to the ends of the world for them, and the brink of death. Throughout his entire career there has always been one weakness. A pretty face.
Unique Trait:
Death has a way of changing things. Years ago Alurvelve was taken from his parents estate in Auirdon and sacrificed to the Daedric Prince, Molag Bal. His soul stolen he lingered in Coldharbor for what felt like an eternity. Enduring pain and agony that still haunt his nightmares to this day. Something miraculous happened however and he was plucked from the Daedric realm and found himself back on Tamriel. The details of this event are still unknown to him but he knows that he has been haunted by someone, or something since this day. When Alurvelve was cast back to Tamriel his Soul was split in two, creating a second entity, Lord Necrosis. This dark mirror has become a child of darkness, a Vampire and soldier of Molag Bals army. These two beings are linked together through a shared soul. Through this they can feel each others emotions, and even experience each others bodily pain.
Back Story:
Alurvelve grew up with all the privileges of a Noble Altmer from Auridon. His father, Orion a high ranking officer in Altmer's military. However he saw many slights come his way as his mother, Salene was not of Noble birth, or even a pure Altmer blood. She was instead a strikingly beautiful Snow Elf that his father had saved from the forces of Molag Bal, from Mannimarco himself.
Through his father Alurvelve learned the value of discipline and the way of the sword. From his mother he learned the ways of Magic, and lore. Coming to find out that knowledge is power. Much like his mother he found that he had a talent for music, for persuasion. His life from his very first step was planned out and calculated for him. By the age of 13 he found out about his preplanned courtship. This of course made him want to rebel that much more against his 'chosen' path. A life not of his own.
The night of his 18th birthday his entire life changed. The Cult of the Worm had infiltrated Auridon and kidnapped him. That night as the moon raised his into the starlight sky he was sacrificed to Molag Bal. A tribute, a debt paid were the last words he heard as the darkly cloaked men drove a dagger through his chest.
For one hundred years he walked soulless in the pits of Coldharbor. Enduring pain and agony that haunted his every breath. Then something happened, a miracle. He was ripped from the depths of Coldharbor and plunged back into the world of Tamriel.
Alurvelve spent the next 16 years of his life traveling Tamriel and finding out what all had happened. To this very day he still does not know what brought him back. But his heart is filled with sorrow as he found out his parents had been killed in the war that was raging all across Tamriel. That Molag Bal's forces were everywhere and had taken the Imperial City.
His first years back he was determined to retake his birthright. To make the Council and Elders of Auridon acknowledge his Nobility. Unsure of what to make of him the Council set what they thought were impossible tasks for him to accomplish before they would reward his Nobility back to him. Through these adventures Alurvelve met a group of individuals that would become his allies and closest friends. Together they seemed to be unstoppable.
Since his return to Tamriel Alurvelve has been haunted every step of the way. The Cult of the Worm have hounded him at every turn as if it was a personal vendetta. Alurvelve is tired of running, he has cheated death. It's time to bring the fight to the Cult.
Name: Alurvelve Shatteredstar
Sex: Male
Age: 132
Race: Altmer (High Elf)
Orientation: Straight
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 165
Eye Color: Crystal Blue
Hair Color: Silvery White
Physical Appearance:
Long silvery hair flows down to his shoulders, bouncing effortlessly with every sure footed step. His icy blue eyes seem to always sparkle with his coyness, adding a mischievous glint to his gaze. However that stare can become deathly cold in his times of anger. Alurvelve's soft skin is smooth and tanned, as if it was kissed by the sun. A testament to how often he is found without a shirt. His body is well toned from the rigorous training exercises he endures on a daily basis. He has a sense of flair and prefers to stick out from the crowd, wearing fabulous fashions of the finest quality. His flamboyant attire is commonly finished off with a wide brimmed hat holding a single long feather.
Personality:
Alurvelve radiates confidence in himself, and his actions. It oozes from every pore. Most would even claim this to be a case of arrogance, and they would not be wrong for he talks a very big game. However Alurvelve just fully believes in himself, and his well trained tested capabilities. He is an Elf that knows his limits and has trained diligently throughout his life to obtain his specific skill sets. Part of this arrogance is because of his knowledge. Alurvelve has made sure he knows exactly what he is getting himself into each and every time. Always planning, always calculating and playing out the multiple scenarios in his head. In his life he has learned that to obtain great rewards, one must take great risks. But only a fool rushes in to certain death. When it comes to other people Alurvelve views them as a means to an end. He is a manipulator, and some would say a corrupter. Using those around him to achieve whatever goal he desires next. It be a persons intimate company for the night, or something more glorious. Some might see his goals as a raciest, but that is not so. While he us a purest, his mind is not as closed minded as many Alter Nobles of Auirdon. He tends to harbor a deep hatred for those who would take advantage of his Elven people or their way of life. Gaining his trust is not an easy task, but for those who do manage it and become known as a friend. Find they have an ally who would go to the ends of the world for them, and the brink of death. Throughout his entire career there has always been one weakness. A pretty face.
Unique Trait:
Death has a way of changing things. Years ago Alurvelve was taken from his parents estate in Auirdon and sacrificed to the Daedric Prince, Molag Bal. His soul stolen he lingered in Coldharbor for what felt like an eternity. Enduring pain and agony that still haunt his nightmares to this day. Something miraculous happened however and he was plucked from the Daedric realm and found himself back on Tamriel. The details of this event are still unknown to him but he knows that he has been haunted by someone, or something since this day. When Alurvelve was cast back to Tamriel his Soul was split in two, creating a second entity, Lord Necrosis. This dark mirror has become a child of darkness, a Vampire and soldier of Molag Bals army. These two beings are linked together through a shared soul. Through this they can feel each others emotions, and even experience each others bodily pain.
Back Story:
Alurvelve grew up with all the privileges of a Noble Altmer from Auridon. His father, Orion a high ranking officer in Altmer's military. However he saw many slights come his way as his mother, Salene was not of Noble birth, or even a pure Altmer blood. She was instead a strikingly beautiful Snow Elf that his father had saved from the forces of Molag Bal, from Mannimarco himself.
Through his father Alurvelve learned the value of discipline and the way of the sword. From his mother he learned the ways of Magic, and lore. Coming to find out that knowledge is power. Much like his mother he found that he had a talent for music, for persuasion. His life from his very first step was planned out and calculated for him. By the age of 13 he found out about his preplanned courtship. This of course made him want to rebel that much more against his 'chosen' path. A life not of his own.
The night of his 18th birthday his entire life changed. The Cult of the Worm had infiltrated Auridon and kidnapped him. That night as the moon raised his into the starlight sky he was sacrificed to Molag Bal. A tribute, a debt paid were the last words he heard as the darkly cloaked men drove a dagger through his chest.
For one hundred years he walked soulless in the pits of Coldharbor. Enduring pain and agony that haunted his every breath. Then something happened, a miracle. He was ripped from the depths of Coldharbor and plunged back into the world of Tamriel.
Alurvelve spent the next 16 years of his life traveling Tamriel and finding out what all had happened. To this very day he still does not know what brought him back. But his heart is filled with sorrow as he found out his parents had been killed in the war that was raging all across Tamriel. That Molag Bal's forces were everywhere and had taken the Imperial City.
His first years back he was determined to retake his birthright. To make the Council and Elders of Auridon acknowledge his Nobility. Unsure of what to make of him the Council set what they thought were impossible tasks for him to accomplish before they would reward his Nobility back to him. Through these adventures Alurvelve met a group of individuals that would become his allies and closest friends. Together they seemed to be unstoppable.
Since his return to Tamriel Alurvelve has been haunted every step of the way. The Cult of the Worm have hounded him at every turn as if it was a personal vendetta. Alurvelve is tired of running, he has cheated death. It's time to bring the fight to the Cult.
Edited Jul 25, 2014 at 10:42 AM by 0