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The Frozen Flame: Dark Fantasy/Steampunk RP

Taking a few creative liberties here. Let me know if you approve or not.

Name: Golesh Pheppos Xenophon ('Father Xenophon').

Age: 21.

Height/Weight: 6'4" and 240lbs.

Race: Lanostran.

Appearance: The most distinctive thing about Xenophon's appearance is the extreme disfigurement of his face. It is a charred, mangled mess of molten flesh, robbing him of any visual appeal he might have had (think of the Ghouls of the Fallout series), a result of an ether experiment gone wrong. It is something he hides behind a hand-crafted, crudely stitched mask that he has adopted as his new face in public. The only two reference points of normality left in his visage are his eyes -- hard and blue, like the worst of the skin-flaying blizzards. The rest of his head is also burned and mostly hairless, leading to Xenophon wearing a hooded cloak at all times. Almost nobody knows what he looks like.

Besides his aberrant appearance, he also draws attention through sheer size. Xenophon is unusually tall for a Lanostran (few Varyans could hope to match his height) which makes him stand out even more. Like all of the inquisitors, he wears the traditional garb, augmented with a heavier breastplate and more leather armoring than most, considering his adopted role as a heavily combat-oriented battlepriest.

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Personality: Xenophon is considered by his peers to be a "hard bastard" in every way. His ruthless, unwavering dedication to the duties of his role as inquisitor and the empire of Varya are exemplary. His particular brand of faith is inspired by his Lanostran upbringing. Xenophon worships the combined aspects of Lanostre and Varya as the God of War, the Great Devourer, the driving force that has turned the art of combat into the art of conquest. As such, he respects nothing but power and dominion over lesser things. Compassion is utterly lacking in Xenophon and he looks down on those who extend mercy to their foes. This attitude makes it difficult for him to create friendships with others (not to mention his abominable appearance), something he doesn't particularly care for. Xenophon prefers respect and fear to camaraderie.

Background: Born into the warrior-caste of Lanostre, Xenophon was trained from a young age in the martial arts by his parents. He lived a simple life of training, sparring and rigorous study, learning how to wield several weapons, eventually finding his calling with the bastard sword -- the weapon's flexibility and potential appealed to him. When his higher-than-normal pool of ether was discovered, he was selected for training within the Red Seminary, much to the pride of his parents. Without flinching, Xenophon resolutely rose to the challenge and his prodigious physical growth, iron will and spectacular discipline made him a favorite among the combat trainers. It quickly became clear that he was utterly unfit to be a priest of the people, so the focus of his training at the Seminary was on the development of his martial and ethereal skills.

That's when the accident happened. In a completely unexpected turn of events, the ethereal power that Xenophon was blessed with upon his ordainment turned out to be the creation and manipulation of fire, something that immediately consumed and disfigured his face in the initial burst of flames as Xenophon discovered his power. Hospitalized for weeks, many at the Seminary wrote Xenophon off -- surely he wouldn't recover from this? Alas, Xenophon proved them wrong, and he rose like a phoenix from the ashes, undaunted by what had happened. He created a mask to hide his face, wore a cloak to hide his head, and finished his training with distinction. Eventually he learned to control the volatile nature of his spells and now exists as one of the most singularly dangerous inquisitors that has graduated from the Red Seminary in years.

Talents/Ethereal Abilities: As a Lanostran, Xenophon is a prodigious warrior that excels at close-combat. He wields a bastard sword (also known as a hand-and-a-half sword), a blade that can be wielded in either one hand or both. Other than his excellent swordsmanship, Xenophon has little other talents -- he is not particularly intelligent, absolutely not charming, has no mind for overall strategy and knows few practical skills other than stitching and basic armor and weapon maintenance. However, his ethereal skill, the creation and manipulation of fire, is exceedingly potent and makes him that much more dangerous in combat. Within the vaguely-defined distinctions there are of the different types of Inquisitors the Red Seminary produces, Xenophon identifies as a battle-priest, a highly skilled warrior who leads soldiers into visceral, brutal combat, bellowing litanies of worship and bringing the wrath of Varya himself onto his foes.

Character Relationships: TBD.

Remember the old Spam Confessions bullshit?

Serpentine said
Is this from my spam confessions thread, or from one of the numerous that followed?

David's, I believe.

Remember when I was User 20?

User 14.

Nerds.

Remember the old Spam Confessions bullshit?

Doivid said
I almost remember most of who wrote these. More than one by Jorick. lol

Jorick said
Nope. I only recognized the Dutch one as my own.

OOOHHHHH #REKT

Remember the old Spam Confessions bullshit?

From the old Guild? Yeah? Good, because I saved the most passive aggressive confessions in the list at the time to repost them sometime in the future. That time has come. Behold.

"I absolutely loathe Guru with every fiber of my being."

"A love most of you, but you all really suck."

"Spam Ships are just completely stupid and silly."

 "Spam makes me happy, but some of the members are so despicable I regret ever finding this place."

"I detest a lot of people here, but, I like a lot more people than I despise."

"I wish people wouldn't obsess so much over douchebags like Hank or Jorick, or drool all over people like Bela, Sophi or Holmes."

"I find it annoying when people suck e-dicks in Spam. Frankly, none of them fucking deserve it."

"Gifs are the devils invention. Witless fucking peons the lot of you."

"Among the several that I dislike, there is truly only one person in Spam that I find despicable and actually hate."

"I think bandwagon threads are fucking stupid."

"I loathe Dutch people."

"To all those pining for spammer love, having had multiple online relationships start here, it's not the best route to take for things. The guys or girls you fawn over likely don't feel the same towards you. Yes, there will be those exceptions that work, but... well look at the conditions of it? Didn't TURT and BLUEROSE meet through Spam or something? You know, TURT? Anyway, you see the point I'm trying to make. Maybe."

"I really hope most of these 'serious' ones are trolling. Because y'all motherfuckers are pathetic as shit."

"There's three kinds of people I hate in Spam. The Hanks, the Sophis and the Natsumes. And I'm pretty sure I like the Natsumes the most."

"I actually really dislikes Sophi. Yall are strange as fuck."

"I don't know whether to laugh or cry about these confessions. I'm leaning more to the laughter. And I laugh because some of these people are wimps. I also laugh because some people are just ridiculous. I mean, seriously? But that's Spam for you."

"@206 I really hate people that use asterisks to describe actions. Please die."

"I know people are unresponsive to me because I share little to nothing with spam. But when I feel like shit about myself I really really wish someone would take an interest in me the way they do with asshole celebrities like Jorick and useless attention whores like Clirkus."

"This is so fucking cathartic it's unbelievable."

"I hate the spammers who have that Skype group. I bet they're talking shit right now."

"Get help people."

 "Elitism in this community really bothers me. The truth of the matter is, there's only a handful of people in Spam whose personas are truly unique and reputable. If your persona is based around bad sexual innuendo and shitty reactions images/gifs, fuck you. You're all bad copy cats of each other and you're all too obsessed with snorting your own farts to see it."

"Haha reading this shit over makes me want to off myself."

"Fuck you, Hank, you Dutch bastard."

"I'm sorry that people are so jealous of me... but I can't help it that I'm so popular."

"I wish people would stop confessing to respond to other confessions. You're wasting my fucking time making me scroll back up and find which loser you were consoling on the off chance you were being ironic."

"Pop punk is the shittiest music genre of all time, and if you listen to it, I hope your balls fall off."

"Bai 338. You'll be missed for about ten minutes. Afterwhich, these slack jawed idiots will get distracted by something else that could make Hank look intelligent for once."

Fuck it, Blorcs

> Hank
> Special (due to rampant nepotism)

YEEE BADDYYYY

Blorbs, maybe, I dunno, just doing some drawings for now

aww yeeeee

Ouch.

I flirt with everything with a pulse, including my male best friends. If people don't respond well to that, I can't be friends with them.

EDIT: Oh, you people have trouble staying on-topic. Of course.

Hey Spam

Being naughty, mostly.

Add 'Sweden' to your list of weird countries

That is pretty terrifying, actually.