Post by The Joker on Feb 15, 2011 23:24:08 GMT -6
Name : Idrez (no standard last name used)
Age : Appears to be in his late 20s
Gender : Male
Species : Human
Powers : Highly variable- based on the collective will of man. (On Gialael, Idrez is overgod. In high fantasy campaign settings he is a bard/poet. In low fantasy campaign settings he is typically a lucky gunslinger with antiquated arms) Always retains the ability to change planes (used secretly/alone).
Physical Appearance : (for simplicities sake, physical appearance only) Idrez, when appearing as a physical being adopts a similar visage every time. A lithe male, typically in the late 20s, of lower-middle class (though a bit outlandish) with a blue left eye and a green right eye. Prefers earthy, roomy clothes. His hair is fairly unkempt, straightish brown, with a tendency to fall in front of his face, much to Idrez's ire.
Personality : First and foremost a poet, Idrez is known to take up honor and love as a primary motivation in defense. Often trying to be a match maker, Idrez frequents bars which fuels his other tendencies. Though he never drinks, he makes a display of mixing his own concoction (typically lemon zest, sugar and water). He also knows a variety of gambling games, and makes his living as a traveling story teller (while hustling people on the side, of course). An established fencer, gunslinger, and over all lucky guy he is quick to come to the defense of a woman, though doesn't enjoy violence.
Likes : "The Dreamer" (another Overgod, he visited her realm once and fell in love, and now searches the planes for her), flowers (especially roses), poetry, over the top stories, gambling when he knows he has an okay chance of winning, doves, bleeding doves (an animal from Gialael), love, romance, women, the open seas.
Dislikes : Inane violence, guys who treat women badly, loneliness, onions, waste
Quirks : Quotes poetry when bored, or to outline a lesson to someone else. Makes up most of his stories though he claims they come from other lands. Abhors drunks, and will fight one who makes a bad pass at a woman on principle.
Simplified Background : Born of the Inbetween World (Or the infinite planes, the twisting nether, the aether, it has many names), Idrez was thrown into the Dreamverse. He spent some time here, honing his storytelling, and showboating around really. Eventually he met Lucidia, "The Dreamer"- that multiverse's overgod, and fell in love. In a valiant attempt to impress her, he walked through the inbetween world to the dark places- where he created Gialael, and left its formation to the collective will of his greatest emulation, the strands of humanity (elves, man, dwarves, and all other humanoid, intelligent creatures). A young man, able to tap into the weave of magic, altered the will of others and created gods out of the legends he knew from his youth. Idrez then left in an attempt to find Her again, but the Inbetween is an odd, fickle place, and he was thrown to the winds of continuity. Eventually, a lost god from Gialael- the five headed dragon queen, Tiamat- captured a weakened Idrez in one of the godless places, forcing him to stay mortal. After a handful of heroes pierced the dragon queen's heartscale, Idrez returned home to lead a golden age of man. Seeing the other gods as good, he left in search of his love again, unbeknownst to the world. However a moon housed a great evil, and man almost brought about their own destruction. Following the war with the Soulless, and the Terrasque, Idrez returned, and left a vestige of his power as the lesser god of Poetry, after creating the bleeding doves, he left, presumably for the final time to search for his love, or at least the Exile of her world.
Sample RP :
*takes up a nearby barstool, stands on it, and rests the nook of his foot on the backing*
"FRIENDS, tavern goers I bring you a new tale! The waves had begun to lash against the side of the ship" *flips his hair out of his face* "It was nearly twilight, and the ship's crew was exhausted from sailing for the day. A whirlpool rest, laying in wait, and as we crested the wave, we saw shore, and the depths of our sorrow. The ship...
*rides the barstool to the ground, crashing along the floor where he spins it around to lean his foot up on the cushion (ala Captain Morgan), triumphant*
"was lost. My men, torn, tossed the the sea. Rocks like razors tore across them, shredding us all. So, how do I stand before you? A passing pod of porpoise pulled us under the currents, and along the shoals where we drifted upon the beach... that is a story for another time though... ON the land of slanted eyes!"
*Takes a small red napkin from the table, and folds it into a rose* "Milady?" *leans up to a pretty, busty woman he has never seen before, and bows his head, offering the rose*
Age : Appears to be in his late 20s
Gender : Male
Species : Human
Powers : Highly variable- based on the collective will of man. (On Gialael, Idrez is overgod. In high fantasy campaign settings he is a bard/poet. In low fantasy campaign settings he is typically a lucky gunslinger with antiquated arms) Always retains the ability to change planes (used secretly/alone).
Physical Appearance : (for simplicities sake, physical appearance only) Idrez, when appearing as a physical being adopts a similar visage every time. A lithe male, typically in the late 20s, of lower-middle class (though a bit outlandish) with a blue left eye and a green right eye. Prefers earthy, roomy clothes. His hair is fairly unkempt, straightish brown, with a tendency to fall in front of his face, much to Idrez's ire.
Personality : First and foremost a poet, Idrez is known to take up honor and love as a primary motivation in defense. Often trying to be a match maker, Idrez frequents bars which fuels his other tendencies. Though he never drinks, he makes a display of mixing his own concoction (typically lemon zest, sugar and water). He also knows a variety of gambling games, and makes his living as a traveling story teller (while hustling people on the side, of course). An established fencer, gunslinger, and over all lucky guy he is quick to come to the defense of a woman, though doesn't enjoy violence.
Likes : "The Dreamer" (another Overgod, he visited her realm once and fell in love, and now searches the planes for her), flowers (especially roses), poetry, over the top stories, gambling when he knows he has an okay chance of winning, doves, bleeding doves (an animal from Gialael), love, romance, women, the open seas.
Dislikes : Inane violence, guys who treat women badly, loneliness, onions, waste
Quirks : Quotes poetry when bored, or to outline a lesson to someone else. Makes up most of his stories though he claims they come from other lands. Abhors drunks, and will fight one who makes a bad pass at a woman on principle.
Simplified Background : Born of the Inbetween World (Or the infinite planes, the twisting nether, the aether, it has many names), Idrez was thrown into the Dreamverse. He spent some time here, honing his storytelling, and showboating around really. Eventually he met Lucidia, "The Dreamer"- that multiverse's overgod, and fell in love. In a valiant attempt to impress her, he walked through the inbetween world to the dark places- where he created Gialael, and left its formation to the collective will of his greatest emulation, the strands of humanity (elves, man, dwarves, and all other humanoid, intelligent creatures). A young man, able to tap into the weave of magic, altered the will of others and created gods out of the legends he knew from his youth. Idrez then left in an attempt to find Her again, but the Inbetween is an odd, fickle place, and he was thrown to the winds of continuity. Eventually, a lost god from Gialael- the five headed dragon queen, Tiamat- captured a weakened Idrez in one of the godless places, forcing him to stay mortal. After a handful of heroes pierced the dragon queen's heartscale, Idrez returned home to lead a golden age of man. Seeing the other gods as good, he left in search of his love again, unbeknownst to the world. However a moon housed a great evil, and man almost brought about their own destruction. Following the war with the Soulless, and the Terrasque, Idrez returned, and left a vestige of his power as the lesser god of Poetry, after creating the bleeding doves, he left, presumably for the final time to search for his love, or at least the Exile of her world.
Sample RP :
*takes up a nearby barstool, stands on it, and rests the nook of his foot on the backing*
"FRIENDS, tavern goers I bring you a new tale! The waves had begun to lash against the side of the ship" *flips his hair out of his face* "It was nearly twilight, and the ship's crew was exhausted from sailing for the day. A whirlpool rest, laying in wait, and as we crested the wave, we saw shore, and the depths of our sorrow. The ship...
*rides the barstool to the ground, crashing along the floor where he spins it around to lean his foot up on the cushion (ala Captain Morgan), triumphant*
"was lost. My men, torn, tossed the the sea. Rocks like razors tore across them, shredding us all. So, how do I stand before you? A passing pod of porpoise pulled us under the currents, and along the shoals where we drifted upon the beach... that is a story for another time though... ON the land of slanted eyes!"
*Takes a small red napkin from the table, and folds it into a rose* "Milady?" *leans up to a pretty, busty woman he has never seen before, and bows his head, offering the rose*
