[hider=Valion] Name: Valion Appearance: [hider=Picture] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/d2/50/76/d25076bdd5d55b52f00b2b4b1d29eb11.jpg[/img] [/hider] Age(20 and up): 70 Gender: Male Race: half-Elf Rank: Watcher - Former pupil to Theodore Doubleblade Personality: WiP Bio: His master had been slain five years ago. In the temple of Shi'an, amidst the chaos of the Waystones activation and the raiding armies of the dead god Sar'Than, Theodore Doubleblade and his companion Gavlan Bitterstout had cleaved a bloody trail to the heart of the ever growing tempest. The portal had been opened to the seemingly endless legions of demons and devils who answered to their necrotic master. Over four dozen armed and powerful knights of the Dawn fought at Theodores command. Their actions that day had closed the Waystone and shattered the corrupted key, sealing Miras from the horrors that lurked beyond. The story goes that while Theodore smashed the key, his companions had rallied under the immovable Gavlan as the raging Dwarf seemed to channel the fury of his fallen race into every swing of his axe. Black blood ran deep to mix with the red of his own and still the fiery tempered Gavlan stood in defiance of the darkness. The brave had paid the price to seal the portal. Theodore and a handful of battered soldiers made their retreat as those still capable of fighting held off the swarm of lesser demons. The last they saw of their friends was the bleeding image of Gavlan Bitterstout and his boys roaring their fury in the face of certain annihilation. Thalion still tells the tale of his masters ultimate sacrifice, for the good of the world and not just the war, as Sar'Than plunged his blade through the old dwarfs chest. Only a Dwarf could be so stubborn as to stare the grim reaper itself and spit in its eyes. Theodore had grasped the gods arm and refused to allow that wretched blade to be freed, with a will of Iron he had opened a mere moment of weakness that allowed Shi'an to destroy the dead god once and for all. In the moments that followed this monumental effect came the greatest of sacrifices. The Grand High Ocular, Theodores greatest and oldest friend, took the blade from the weakened Shi'an and drove it through their heart. A prophecy had come true that day. One witnessed by a young dark elf hundreds of years ago. A vision that could not be explained, nearly forgotten, foretelling the Dead Gods never ending rise. Only with the Waystone shattered and both Gods dead could our world know peace.. Only by the blade forged from their realm could these two figures be slain. Thalion had watched the scene unfold helplessly. The Watcher and the Caretaker were wounded. Their lives given to save all. Yet they would only be known as traitors for destroying their ally. When the dust had cleared, the Watchers had been revealed to the world and summarily branded as traitors. Heretics. Scourges that plagued the world with chaos. To this day, indeed likely till he is dust, Valion mourns the sacrifice made by his mentor. Weapons(Primary, Secondary, Tertiary): Curved spear staff (see picture) Magic: Inner Spirit Monks train for years on end to perfect the ability to create, alter, and control their own innate spiritual energy and use it to do a myriad of amazing feats. Run on water, break stone with their bare hand, block a sharp sword with nothing more than a finger. Thalion has trained his body to, and likely beyond, perfection, allowing him to not only alter his own physical being but directly effect an enemies spirit as well. Capable of wrapping his body in spirit energy, creating a powerful but temporary shielding effect. Hardening his body makes him a great deal slower in terms of mobility but it is compensated by often being superior in absorbing damage. Mastery over the spirit allows Thalion to extend a 'hand' to grasp the life essence found in living creatures. The weaker willed can be killed without ever having a finger laid upon their bodies. The strong can resist but will still suffer an incredible amount of pain until Thalions focus is ruined. Despite the obvious power such a move might grant, it is not something that is used often or without good cause. Other: Post Example: none [/hider] [hider=Marcus Kiln] [hider=Marcus] [center][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f0/92/c5/f092c58af01ad3a92217a1bb48cc22b4.jpg[/img][/center] [/hider] [center][h3]Marcus "Dead-eye" Kiln[/h3][/center] [b]Age:[/b] 35 [indent]---[/indent] [b]Gender:[/b] Male [indent]---[/indent] [b]Rank:[/b] Knight-Lieutenant / Watcher Hierarch [indent]---[/indent] [b]Personality:[/b] Born and raised in the swamplands he is a quick judge of character and has a foul mouth. Disagree with his opinion you had best be ready to pay the consequences or have a strong and well thought out explanation to your own actions. Though he sticks to the rules of the Dawn Covenant almost to the letter there are times when his judgement must be called into question for some truly do not deserve the fates written for them. Prove your worth and you may earn your life, but betray your brothers and the only thing you will earn is the blinding flash of light that ends your existence for good. Valorous is a word some have coined for his actions when it comes to his party, or traveling companions, who serve him with integrity and loyalty. His job is taken seriously, every peasant or king under his care is given the same respects. Though that does not mean he is without a thirst for vengeance. Every death under his care fuels a need to send those fallen souls to heaven with a taste of it on their lips. Ten dead foes for one life lost is the price, and he never fails to pay. [indent]---[/indent] [b]history:[/b]Born and raised a scholar, Marcus was quick to abandon his family and seek his fortunes in the wider world. Exploration yielded him little in terms of monetary value beyond access to the dawn covenants records of the swamplands that he called home. Years of wandering turned him to a solitary wanderer and found him with a mercenary company known as the 'Shining Silvers' so named for their ornamental silver weaponry. Marcus earned his keep with his hunting skills and deadlier aim, often finding heavy targets right in the eye at astounding range with just a longbow. He was nearly 25 when the shining silvers found disaster in a long abandoned dwarven home. Not a fancy temple or a grand kingdom but a settlement with the most unusual of prizes. During some routine scouting he'd fallen into a cavern that housed dozens of houses, and a fair share of angry denizens. Luck found Marcus alone in one of the houses laying low in the form of a hidden cellar that had gone untouched for an unfathomable amount of time. Deep in the cellar was peculiar texts of rune augments and a strange weapon, its handle was was made of polished metal and curved at the handle, wrapped in unblemished leather despite the dust. The tomes explained it was capable of firing magic via runestones inserted into the weapon. Almost a week after his ordeal, Marcus had escaped the cavern to find he had been left for dead by his mercenary crew. They had proven to be a good trial run of his new weapon. Each time you activated it, the weapon fired a concentrated beam of light that seared a hole through nearly anything in its path. So ended the Shining Silvers. So began the tale of Dead-eye Marcus. Not long after his ordeal with eradicating the mercenary company he began his new career as a member of the Dawn Covenant, forgoing the standard initiate phase by besting the trainers in single combat along with completing many other tasks in an alarmingly short time. His time as a knight was a short lived experience as the upper crust decided his skills at combat and tactics were being wasted serving others instead of others doing as he said but even that proved of no challenge to the capable fighter. His quiet recruitment by the watchers was not unexpected. Kidnapped in the middle of the night and dumped like refuse in front of yet more tasks to complete, Marcus rose above and beyond his station once more within the Dawn Covenants elusive Watchers. It only took him a few years to earn their trust and loyalty and was given 'the test'. Poisoned, sent on a nigh impossible task fated to fail, but snatched victory anyways, he was reborn as one of the elite members gifted with powers beyond his own. His was the path of revenants, information gathering had been his strongest asset and the gifts granted his ascension made him doubly so. Though he is still a high ranking member of the Watchers he maintains his recently renewed service to the Dawn Covenants military operation as a promise to keep the order pure and free of outside dominance that might risk its foundations. Only those of high rank know for sure if Marcus Kiln is a Watcher or not. Others find out in the dead of night as he ends their life. For the Order. Five years after the war with Sar'Than had ended and Miras returned to a modicum of peace between the respective peoples, Marcus continues to serve faithfully under Evelyn Sunderland as her blade in the dark. As a middle-man between the growing power of the Dawn covenant and the now outlaw band of Watchers, Marcus is in a unique position to offer silent support from his superiors in the ever elusive shadow sect as well as steady advice should the need arrive. [indent]---[/indent] [b]Magic:[/b] Marcus is possessed with the skill of the Revenant from his completion of the watchers test, allowing him to possess another creature and subject his will upon them. Those who fail to break free are forced to do as he tells them. He is also capable of turning to smoke and teleporting short distances and rendering himself invisible from sight thanks to the Watcher Revenant teaching. Though he will rarely use these skills in combat or otherwise. Weapons: [hider=Fury] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5e/93/fb/5e93fbef3c53d9a140e9cc1fbc0c3906.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider=Justice] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ff/75/5c/ff755cbf0edb102e835f8b43ea0b68d6.jpg[/img] [/hider] Originally Marcus had owned a very old Dwarven artifact powered by an ancient magic core, allowing it to fire focused beams of pure magic at the click of a trigger. After the War had ended with Sar'than, the Dwarven artificer Glodin Stonequarry had created an entirely new appearance to the weapon and improved on the original design. The long barreled weapon on his back was a gift paid and made by the deceased Theodore Doubleblade and powered by a an inferior, though still potent, arcane core similar to the one in Fury. [indent]---[/indent] [b]Other:[/b] Possesses both a strong distrust and affection for Lady Tyr. [indent]---[/indent] [/hider]