A bit of fair warning: Seadus is meant to be somewhat over-powered, as he will be serving the role of both protagonist and antagonist. I will not be "playing to win" when I RP as the Prince. Anything I do with him will simply be to advance the plot, and more often than not I will simply not RP Seadus at all, preferring instead my other and more reasonably powered character.
Name:
Prince Seadus
Aliases:
The Mage Prince
The Wizard King
Gender:
Male
Race:
High-born Human
Highborns are a sub-set race of humanity, known for lightly brown skin color vaguely reminiscent of gold, eyes of blue or hazel, hair of night black or stark white, and rough features. They posses firm, thin lips and paranoid eyes which, coupled with heavily arched eyebrows, tend to lend them a look of unfriendliness and aristocracy.
Appearance:
Like so many of his fellow royal highborns, our good Seadus has paper-white hair (which he brushes exactly three-hundred times at the start of each day) lingering down to the small of his back, thin and clearly plucked eyebrows, pristinely manicured pearly and absurdly clean nails, smooth and hairless skin, plus a lightly muscled tone.
His features are of the more rounded variety, but his body as a whole is thin and tall, almost elf-like.
He also has sapphire eyes, but don't look at them. Perhaps it is the telepathy, perhaps it is the royal bloodline, but when you gaze long into the Prince's eyes you may just feel yourself becoming slowly lost, like you're being pulled into him and his regal will...
Backstory:
Prince Seadus was born into a family of two- his father, King Verus, and his lovely mother, Queen Chira. It was a fairy-tale existence. His early childhood is, to this day, naught but a blurred series of memories centered around candied sweets, kind servants, infinite toys and undying parental affection. If true happiness can be achieved through material means, it had been for young Seadus.
But then, shortly after his seventh birthday, the war came. Like a flood, a strange army from the a northern nation- named Rrial- swept across the Highborn land, burning farms, homesteads, cities, and people. The peaceful and the hostile both died bloody and alone at the hands of their conquerors.
Soon his parents were both caught up in this blitzkrieg war the North, leaving their only son desperately clobbering for attention and, as he interpreted it, love. His child's mind had no comprehension of why his father would even care for a nation that must be, "like, a bajillion miles away" (as Seadus put it), or why he felt like his Father spent so much more time on that stupid war than him.
It was then that he learned to influence others. How fitting, that the war he hated would lead to the magic he loves.
Sometimes, late at night as he lay his head down for rest, he would imagine that he could feel his parent's love, although they no longer outwardly showed it. He somehow knew that everything they did, they did for him and his safety.
Little did the Prince know that this was his telepathy first coming about, and all he had to do was close his eyes and focus, and he could have sent a message to them that truly showed his mother and father how lonely he was without them. But how could he? No magic ran in his family, no Elven blood tainted their veins.
His gift was not discovered until he was deep into the teenage years, when he ended up trapped in a bar fight. Somehow he managed to force the attacker to stab himself in the throat. He was shocked and repulsed to realize he may have killed an innocent man, (intentionally or not, he would never have been able to forgive himself) so he ran over to the now-dying bar patron. As our Prince rested his dainty hands against the burly throat of his victim, it began to heal. Within minutes, the man's flesh had sealed up, as if there nothing had happened at all.
From then on, his parent's funded whatever studies he chose to partake in, but he found his skill lay mainly in the mental art of Telepathy and the physical art of Alteration.
At twenty-five, Seadus had mastered Telepathy. He was now able to control the thoughts and bodies of whomever he willed, and there were no secrets that one could keep from him. The King finally gave in and began confessing all his plans to his son, for he knew that, if he didn't, Seadus would simply find out by probing his father's mind- a most uncomfortable experience.
At thirty, the war with Rrial had not even come close to stopping. Almost a quarter of the Highborn Kingdom had been smashed, burned and claimed by the enemy.
At thrity-two, Prince Seadus took up a new post as a military general. It was simply...astounding. He found that his groups of soldiers worked better and more efficiently than any other, as he knew what every soldier on his side was going to do, what foul plan every enemy had hatched, and how to control both his soldiers and Rrial's like puppets.
By forty, he left the army, having become the most decorated and successful military leader in the history of the world. Highborn managed, under the Price's rule, to not only reclaim the stolen land, but also to completely conquer and enslave all of Rrial. To this day, it remains as a neglected province of the Highborns. Such is the fate of all who defy Seadus.
Now he has taken up residence in the Idolized Tower, which lies between the ocean and the forest of Highborn (for Primus himself was a Highborn).
Weapons:
A jewel-encrusted saber eternally hangs from his side. A fine sword indeed but, if you study it closely and zealously enough, you'll notice a distinct few defining features.
The blade is dyed faintly blue from being soaked in an extraordinarily long-lasting and fatal poison, which refuses to be cleaned away. This is so that it may easily slay any man or beast to stand against our most noble leader.
With a sense of irony, Seadus also installed- engraved into it's onyx and diamond encrusted hilt- a small but complex rune of protection, so that it may stand strong against any threat on the Prince's life and never break or falter.
But there is one thing that makes the other two aspects look tame by comparison- it has demonic magic. Nobody knows why, nobody knows how, but he seems to put have somehow stolen a bit of the Archdemon Uklist's power and infused it into his blade. This fact alone makes it the most powerful weapon to exist on the face of the world. Everytime he unsheathes the blade, the room he is standing in darkens. It can cut through any metal, any defense, and any one. It can cause the ground to shake and fire to burn through everything that foolishly dares stand in his path.
On those rare occasions when the Prince reaches for the hilt of his sword, he is not to be trifled with.
Personality:
A smile is not at all times a friendly gesture. For some, it is only a way to hide one's real countenance.
This is so for Seadus. He can seem at once both charming and deadly, or both strong and gentle, as any natural-born leader should be capable of. His deep and determined voice can bring energy or conviction to those who listen, and implants deep fear into his enemy's souls. There is no greater dread than that which he curses his foes with, and no greater joy than that of his fellows.
But underneath his willful bard's voice, there hides a mind that is immobile and stubborn to a fault. He is absolutely certain of his claim to the Tower above all others, and he will back away from no threat. None can frighten him away nor change his mind once he has decided on a course of action. His will is like a stone wall that cannot be toppled, his vengeance like a flash of lightening that cannot be defended against. To alter the ways of the Prince would be like moving the earth itself.
This is not to say he is foolish. Seadus is, after all, a telepath- there are few that match his sheer cunning and intellect. Every interaction with him- even casual speech- is like a game of chess. You must move your pieces in just the right way, or he will see your weakness and extort it for everything it is worth. He has no shame in manipulation or cheating, nor, it seems, will he ever.
There are some who would label him selfish and greedy, there are some who would call him a blasphemer and defiler of Primus' great name, but there are still more who would call him a hero. He has managed to somehow maintain wondrous relations with commoners, especially those near to the Idolized Tower. Mysteriously, it seems the physically closer one draws to his home, the more they are under his sway.
Magic School and Skill:
Spending years living in the tower is not without it's benefit.
He was originally a master of Telepathy, but only a beginner of Alteration. That all changed. The Tower is designed to serve it's owner, and so it gifted him with greater powers. Now only a select few could compete with him in this field.
Gender:
Male, although this is only in the body, which you may soon find matters not to the White Goblin.
Race:
Goblin
Appearance:
Ironically enough, the White Goblin posses shockingly darker skin than most others of his kind, to the point of being black, a feature which he has always felt alienated for. This is made worse when his starlight-silver colored hair insists on drawing further attention by contrast, and his flawlessly pearl nails always appear as though they have meticulously cared for.
Some may even wonder if he is truly a goblin at all. What with his short limbs and rounded features, or his large eye(sockets) and flat, herbivorous teeth.
A human even once called him attractive. Attractive!
Name, Aliases and Backstory, all smashed together:
Name? The name does not matter, only the soul. Nonetheless, you may call him "Xulemuzti" or- as it is spoken in the Commoner's Tongue- Crystal.
He came into life as a goblin of the IceSpear Tribe- that miserable little settlement only a small ways south of the arctic- and was first named "Leasom", which means "twisted". You may believe that to be an insult, but he was only called so because he suffered some rare infant deformity, and his face held a most unique feature.
He had no eyes.
The eyelids and sockets were there, but only taunting void was held inside them. His mother always told him that he was born groping at the empty spaces like he knew, even then, that he was missing something precious. As was goblin custom, his parents mourned for the passing of three moons, before surrendering him to the Trial of Flame.
The Trial was a spiritual test, designed to judge whether the Demons desired an infant born with a defect to live. The babe was tied to a long pole, and a fire lit underneath him by a masked goblin titled the "flame-setter". If the child survived a full day, it was believed that Uklist has protected them, and thus they were freed and allowed to grow.
But if it died, the parents were forbidden from ever expressing sorrow or shedding tears over the loss of their son or daughter, for the offspring was obviously not worthy of life.
Leasom's Trial went a bit differently, however. Upon being put to the stake, a whistling could be heard, one which grew and deeper with every step the flame-setter took towards his infantile victim.
But they ignored it.
Then, as the flame-setter took up the flint and steel, a small object could be seen like a flame in the sky.
But they ignored it.
Finally, the flame-setter crouched down to light the base of the stake, and the flame in the sky grew dangerously close and large.
But he ignored it.
The flame from the sky struck the flame-setter directly in the temple, and he fell in death. The tribal goblins who had come to watch the "performance" were suddenly left speechless, but only for a moment. They rushed forward to encircle the dead goblin and found that it was not a fire that slew him, but a meteor. Two, to be exact.
At first they were understandably a little uncertain on how to react. Voices began to rise up from all around the village, each one claiming a different opinion. A few said it could be an extremely unlikely coincidence, another that the child was a demon in disguise, some that the flame-setter had displeased the Demon-gods. The village idiot even tried to blame it on life from other planets.
After many days of deliberation and debate, it was firmly decided that these fallen stars were messages from the Demon-Gods, and so Leasom was, instead of being burned, trained as a Mystic. Some may question the logic of training a blind boy in the arts of seeing through stone, but these heathens do not understand the unquestioning and unwavering faith of these people. If the Demons send you a message, you follow that message to the letter, or all goblinkind will come down on you with a vengeance beyond description.
At the age of fourteen, he had learned to use Seeing-Stones that fell from the sky when he was a child in a rather unique way. Although he was still unable to see with his own eyes, he could see through the stones and use them as surrogates. The first time it really happened, he was astounded and confused. He saw the skies, the trees, the clouds, the earth, himself, his mother, his father and everything else for the first time.
On his twentieth birthday, Leasom was struck with a brilliant idea. Seeking out a local Alterist, he managed to infuse the Seeing-Stones into the actual flesh within his head, meaning he now had two large crystals where the eyes would be on most goblins. He found that, after the transformation, his farsight was ever improved. Now he could watch events on the other side of the world as easily as you or him or myself could watch ones directly in front of us.
Finally feeling free and self-suffiecent, he set out to explore the world.
It didn't last long.
As much as he loved travel and new experiences, the point of even walking was soon lost on him, as he reched new levels of Mystic ability which had yet been left untrod, that the Seeing-Stones within him had caused an unintended side-effect. Normally, they can only be used to see, but now he was able to project. When he desired, he began creating an image of his inner soul. This image would appear most often like a pale ghost, thus leading to his nickname, "the White Goblin".
He now lives within a cave, where he studies his mysticism and gains knowledge by appearing in spectral form to scholars all around the world, without ever leaving home.
Weapons:
Our White Goblin carries no weapons on his person, with the exception of a bit of wax. It may seem innocent enough at first sight, but please do not forget that he has been trained in voo-doo. In his hands, this bit of wax can control your every move, or simply decapitate you. His fingers are skilled and fast, and are thus capable of forming a doll even in combat, if he has a moment of peace to do so.
How did you find out about the tower?:
Scrying, of course. Leasom had been mystically spying on the Tower for some time, when he received a telepathic message that declared, in no polite terms, that he would be punished for his gazing if his aid was not needed as soon as possible.
Personality:
Curious and intellectual, but also withdrawn from the physical. He does not care for such mundane things as the body, gender, age, species or anything of the such. What matters to him, rather, is a soul. Should he believe that you have a good, non-corrupt one, he will gladly befriend you.
On the other hand, Leasom honestly believes that the Demons choose him for a purpose, and as long as he feels that it has not yet been fulfilled, he will never truly risk his life for another. His life is far too valuable.
Magic School and Skill:
He is a prodigy of magic, and perhaps the greatest Mystic ever to walk the face of this world.
Vec
