Post by Rojo on Feb 8, 2009 10:53:58 GMT -5
Name: Prometheus Endrigaiden (En-dree-gay-den)
True Age: 49
Percieved Age: 22
Race: Guardian
Description: Being an albino, Prometheus's hair is a brilliant white, becoming almost blindingly so when light falls on it which falls in long bangs around his face. His eyes are a deep, intrusive red, which always seem to make those he looks upon nervous and want to look away. He stands about 5'7, yet despite not having a towering figure he is intimidating all the same. His face is pointed and handsome, his nose also sharp and thin. His teeth are unnervingly white, -along with his skin- though he rarely shows them as his smiles and laughs are given with a closed mouth. Unlike the other guardians who wear splenderous robes of majestic reds and yellows and greens and the like, Prometheus is usually found to be wearing a simple hooded grey robe made of some smooth material that is a cross between cotton and silk. His fingers are that of a craftsman; long, thin and spidery, moving quickly across surfaces and tapping impatiently. Beneath his robe he is of a slender build, almost woman-like, but his body conceals hidden strength, and he moves swiftly and silently, like a cat. wooden sandals adorn his feet and contrary to assumption, they make no noise as he walks.
Personality: Mysterious and rarely seen, Prometheus is usually found at the back of the Guardian cadre, whistling tunelessly or tapping something with his long, spindely fingers. He is almost always in a state of boredom, his expression when walking around switching between aimless and intent on arriving at a certain destination. One who did not know him well would say he is rather cheerful and friendly, often stopping to ask someone how their day is or something similar. The chances are, Prometheus is probably sizing them up or remembering their face. A lot of the population describe him as "Human-Guardian Embassador" but this is only meant as a compliment to his "friendliness." He is at his most happy at executions, smiling widely and watching like a child in a movie theater. He often claps after someone is killed, the hollow sound echoing amongst the silence. Prometheus's room is one directly underneath The Cavyrn's main room, meaning he is only a short walk away to comfy chairs or sofas. His room is dank and moist like the underside of a log, and in the same sort of state too. Many a hushed discussion has been about the strange happenings in this Guardian's room. He enjoys his privacy, and conducts various experiments of magic and late into the night.
History: Prometheus killed his mother during birth due to a strange amount of energy emanating from him. He was found to be magically unstable, prone to random bursts of energy,, often causing a plethora of horrific effects to those around him. Condemned to be killed for his unstable nature, Prometheus was taken by his father out of the city limits to be killed. What happened there is unknown, but his father was never found. Brought in by a family of commoners, Prometheus was raised called "Michael." He spent happy years believing he was human, but at the age of 12 an accident happened...he and his sister were out watching a parade of Guardians on their magnificent mounts, "Michael" reacted strangely with the magic in the air, and literally exploded with the pent up magical energy of twelve years. He was rushed back into The Cavyrn, but he seemed under control by the time he arrived. Restored to his true name and rank, Prometheus grew up as he should have...but the others were always watching, ready for an incident. But it never came. Apparently, his body had stabilized the excess magical energy. As such, he is capable of high-power magical feats. Prometheus was recognized for his power at the age of 16. He rose in power and rank and while he is best left alone, he is one of many talents. He is known for being able to control multiple Forsaken at once, in which whom he has an odd fascination.
He studies The Forsaken with a passion. He researches their behaviour, their changes in perception, speed and rationality. Many of the other Guardians say it is frivilous, but he hopes to discover a method of prolonging their life, to prehaps have an eternal servant, maybe even Forsaken Ministers or Bailiffs. For a Guardian, he believes in a strange equality, often treating his servants better than his fellow Guardians, as if he is deeply sorry for the torment they are put through.
Political Stranding: Guardians and Forsaken.
Abilities: A strong understanding and control over magic, able to evoke multiple spells at once. If forced to fight he has an old army-issue combat knife concealed beneath his robes.
Weaknesses: His robes are loose, and easy to grab. Not very quick in melee combat. Has a secret. His empathy for The Forsaken.
True Age: 49
Percieved Age: 22
Race: Guardian
Description: Being an albino, Prometheus's hair is a brilliant white, becoming almost blindingly so when light falls on it which falls in long bangs around his face. His eyes are a deep, intrusive red, which always seem to make those he looks upon nervous and want to look away. He stands about 5'7, yet despite not having a towering figure he is intimidating all the same. His face is pointed and handsome, his nose also sharp and thin. His teeth are unnervingly white, -along with his skin- though he rarely shows them as his smiles and laughs are given with a closed mouth. Unlike the other guardians who wear splenderous robes of majestic reds and yellows and greens and the like, Prometheus is usually found to be wearing a simple hooded grey robe made of some smooth material that is a cross between cotton and silk. His fingers are that of a craftsman; long, thin and spidery, moving quickly across surfaces and tapping impatiently. Beneath his robe he is of a slender build, almost woman-like, but his body conceals hidden strength, and he moves swiftly and silently, like a cat. wooden sandals adorn his feet and contrary to assumption, they make no noise as he walks.
Personality: Mysterious and rarely seen, Prometheus is usually found at the back of the Guardian cadre, whistling tunelessly or tapping something with his long, spindely fingers. He is almost always in a state of boredom, his expression when walking around switching between aimless and intent on arriving at a certain destination. One who did not know him well would say he is rather cheerful and friendly, often stopping to ask someone how their day is or something similar. The chances are, Prometheus is probably sizing them up or remembering their face. A lot of the population describe him as "Human-Guardian Embassador" but this is only meant as a compliment to his "friendliness." He is at his most happy at executions, smiling widely and watching like a child in a movie theater. He often claps after someone is killed, the hollow sound echoing amongst the silence. Prometheus's room is one directly underneath The Cavyrn's main room, meaning he is only a short walk away to comfy chairs or sofas. His room is dank and moist like the underside of a log, and in the same sort of state too. Many a hushed discussion has been about the strange happenings in this Guardian's room. He enjoys his privacy, and conducts various experiments of magic and late into the night.
History: Prometheus killed his mother during birth due to a strange amount of energy emanating from him. He was found to be magically unstable, prone to random bursts of energy,, often causing a plethora of horrific effects to those around him. Condemned to be killed for his unstable nature, Prometheus was taken by his father out of the city limits to be killed. What happened there is unknown, but his father was never found. Brought in by a family of commoners, Prometheus was raised called "Michael." He spent happy years believing he was human, but at the age of 12 an accident happened...he and his sister were out watching a parade of Guardians on their magnificent mounts, "Michael" reacted strangely with the magic in the air, and literally exploded with the pent up magical energy of twelve years. He was rushed back into The Cavyrn, but he seemed under control by the time he arrived. Restored to his true name and rank, Prometheus grew up as he should have...but the others were always watching, ready for an incident. But it never came. Apparently, his body had stabilized the excess magical energy. As such, he is capable of high-power magical feats. Prometheus was recognized for his power at the age of 16. He rose in power and rank and while he is best left alone, he is one of many talents. He is known for being able to control multiple Forsaken at once, in which whom he has an odd fascination.
He studies The Forsaken with a passion. He researches their behaviour, their changes in perception, speed and rationality. Many of the other Guardians say it is frivilous, but he hopes to discover a method of prolonging their life, to prehaps have an eternal servant, maybe even Forsaken Ministers or Bailiffs. For a Guardian, he believes in a strange equality, often treating his servants better than his fellow Guardians, as if he is deeply sorry for the torment they are put through.
Political Stranding: Guardians and Forsaken.
Abilities: A strong understanding and control over magic, able to evoke multiple spells at once. If forced to fight he has an old army-issue combat knife concealed beneath his robes.
Weaknesses: His robes are loose, and easy to grab. Not very quick in melee combat. Has a secret. His empathy for The Forsaken.
