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==Appearance== | |||
A gallant young man with precisely styled night-colored hair and determined eyes of emerald, flecked impure by streaks of hazel. He speaks kindly but with brevity, a dialect empyrean. The health of his flesh and the caliber of his muscles leaves no question: an upper planar bloodline courses within and bolsters him. With its vitality he reaches a height of 6'3 and hides beneath a cloak strong feathered wings, their plumage the golden-cloud pinions of Mercuria skies. The shine of the Mount rests its glow upon him, catching his hair and eyes with a gleam of the Heavens -- a deva. | |||
On the contrast are mortal qualities to the figure: a tendency to restlessly distract with nearby objects, av oice at once seconde by greatness of the Hebdomad and then again obvious in its youthful human character. He wears scrapes and nicks on his thick forearms, the consequences of aspirations in carpentry and planar expedition. | |||
He is a paladin, this assertion being told by the prominence of a holy symbol: the Sword and Sunburst emblazoned upon the fashions of his chest when he is clothed and strung from a cord on his neck when he is not. His wear is a mix of simple plush fabrics and engraved traditional craftsmanship of the Anuirean Empire of prime-world Cerilia. | |||
==In the Chant== | ==In the Chant== | ||
Revision as of 15:19, 8 February 2020
| Brigur | |||||||
| Male Half Monadic Deva, Half Human | |||||||
| Player: vronsky | |||||||
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| General Information | ||||||||||
| Full Name: | Brigur Hadriel Anduin | |||||||||
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| Age: | 22 | |||||||||
| Deity: | Haelyn, Cerilian Greater Power of Noble War | |||||||||
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| Occupation: | Crusader, Monument-Builder, Tactician | |||||||||
| Faction/Rank: | Planes-Militant; Watchman | |||||||||
| Place of Birth: | Excelsior | |||||||||
| Physical Attributes | ||||||||||
| Height: | 6'3 | |||||||||
| Weight: | 175-180 lbs | |||||||||
| Eyes: | Sacred-lit emerald | |||||||||
| Hair: | Reflective onyx | |||||||||
| Complexion: | Golden tan | |||||||||
| Physical Build: | Mount-blooded athlete | |||||||||
| Physical Features: | Deliverance from Death, Elemental Ease, Protective Aura | |||||||||
| Skills | ||||||||||
| Persuade, Sense Motive, Craft: Building, Discipline, Heal, Taunt (Shieldbash), Tumble | ||||||||||
| Equipment and Items | ||||||||||
| Trinket: The Wings of Wisdom - a necklace handed down from Marshal Lilian Ero'Myr of the Planes-Militant | ||||||||||
Bloodline - Monadic Deva
As each of their kin, monadic devas have their assigned role: to watch over the monad, the indivisible, the material elements of the multiverse. They are those aasimon sent to fight evil amongst the Inner Planes. Some are dispatched from the Upper Planes to act in the name of good against foes hiding amongst the elements, while others are regular servitors of those powers of Good that dwell within the elements: Ahto, Geb, Shu, and other such gods. They act as both soldiers and diplomats, seeking war and peace interchangeably as befits the situations they find themselves in.
Monadic devas have dark brown skin, jet hair, and piercing green eyes.
Appearance
A gallant young man with precisely styled night-colored hair and determined eyes of emerald, flecked impure by streaks of hazel. He speaks kindly but with brevity, a dialect empyrean. The health of his flesh and the caliber of his muscles leaves no question: an upper planar bloodline courses within and bolsters him. With its vitality he reaches a height of 6'3 and hides beneath a cloak strong feathered wings, their plumage the golden-cloud pinions of Mercuria skies. The shine of the Mount rests its glow upon him, catching his hair and eyes with a gleam of the Heavens -- a deva.
On the contrast are mortal qualities to the figure: a tendency to restlessly distract with nearby objects, av oice at once seconde by greatness of the Hebdomad and then again obvious in its youthful human character. He wears scrapes and nicks on his thick forearms, the consequences of aspirations in carpentry and planar expedition.
He is a paladin, this assertion being told by the prominence of a holy symbol: the Sword and Sunburst emblazoned upon the fashions of his chest when he is clothed and strung from a cord on his neck when he is not. His wear is a mix of simple plush fabrics and engraved traditional craftsmanship of the Anuirean Empire of prime-world Cerilia.
In the Chant
Chant is some bloody halo's about the Cage, crossing gates gearward and taking a dip at the Flame Pits. The lily deva's got some zills -- been spotted carrying top-shelf armaments over shoulder to some clocktower alley in the Chessboard. A tick later, halo comes out a different door -- Palace of Pain proper, piking off the jester.
It's a square deal when a deva's involved, a body can be sure, but why's this cutter so productive a wagger might ask? Here's the true dark. This blood's a recruiter, one of them squareheads from the Planes-Miltiant it figures. Some say a Watchman but the OPM can't keep their own straight. The lots high-ups in Sigil keep getting boxed -- you'd think they'd earn a book and bolt the cage entire, back to that shiny burg.
Not this halo. He's got agood gatekey and now the blood is rattling for paladins and true squareheads like himself to come for a ride. Follow a Monadic opium dreamer on some cakewalk? Your risk berk. Best bring your ears for a lot of 'Belief screed.