Post by Larian Karnan on Mar 1, 2009 12:54:10 GMT -5
Name: Larian Karnan
Age: 123
Gender: Male
Race: Undead
Faction: Sylvansas' Forsaken
Position: Warlock Spy
Magical Branch: Necromancy, Shadow Magic, Illusions
Appearance: After a while in the grave before being resurrected to spy on the Human Kingdoms of Stormwind he doesn't look to pretty. In his regular form he has long silver hair in dreadlocks running down his back. He isn't skinny nor fat just in between. He doesn't have patches of skin missing showing bones like some undead just dull gray wrinkly skin. He weighs 109 pounds and is 5'11. He has long flowing robes that drag along the ground but have an enchantment on the so they wont get dirty, they are red on the sides with a purple strip down the middle. He has simple brown leather sandals with a stags upper skull as a helmet with an ebony gnarled staff with a black sphere in a small visible chamber.
When he is watching the Kingdom of Stormwind he has a human form. The human form is old with gray hair that is balding. He has mastered using a strong but withered Stormwind accent unlike his cold sharp voice as an Undead Warlock. He usually wears plain shirts of black, blue and other colors. In human form he is a human and nothing else. Not even a mage could sense that he was a true undead under his strong Illusion magic. His eyes are blue in human form and black and gray in Undead form.
Personality: In Undead form he always cracks dark and threatening jokes to his victims. If anyone discovers him in undead form he makes them and their family disappear. He is scared of only a few things. The Stormwind king ,Varian Wyrnn, discovering he is a living dead for he cannot rid him or else he would be sent to death. Two other things he is scared of is his Dark Lady Sylvanas and her worst enemy Arthas ,the Lich King,. He hates himself for ever volunteering to do this job but he does it anyways. He hates everything about the humans now Their smell, the way they dress, there battle styles, etc. He is overconfident and if given a sudden powerful injury he gets flung in to a rage. When in this rage he uses his most powerful spells to destroy the enemy which leaves him weak.
In human form he is cherry and laughs at jokes that aren't even funny. Despite his old age he loves to go to parties especially ones with the king to spy on the enemies social events. He runs a small shop selling various foods and bandages he gets from trade. He has a easy life for he has mastered the art of summoning copper to by items to sell.
Weapons/Items:
-Staff of corruption- A seemingly simple gnarled staff caressing a black orb which can do devastating and excruciating pain if smacked by it also the sphere is an Orb of souls
-Orb of Souls- A sphere at the tip of most Staffs of Corruption, when slain by magic produced by the staff or smiteted by its ancient wood, it holds the souls of its slain victims
-Warlock Robes- Simple Warlock robes
-Sandals- Simple footwear
-Helm of Death- A upper stags skull with powers of death for the stag it came from was brutishly killed
Strengths:
-Illusion- Larian is so good at changing himself into a human with magic it is questioned that even Antidonias himself could sense he is a wolf in sheep's clothing.
-Shadow Magic and Necromancy- Larian has also mastered the arts of a Warlock, he could summon a Skeleton with a simple snap.
Flaws:In the beginning of any battle he is overconfident and overconfident which can change in a snap that puts him in a rage making him want to use his most powerful and draining spells
History: Born to the Kingdom of Stormwind he was raised at a farm next to the Northshire Abbey. His family was one of the workers for the enormous and famous Northshire Vineyards filled with succulent grapes and other fruits. He grew up working on the Vineyards with his two brothers and his sister. He was strong and healthy and lived a good and memorable childhood. One day he decided he would like to be a mage for the army. It was a tough desicion but his dream came true. Accepted into the Stormwind academy for Mages he was a fast learner. He was such a good mage he was granted a portal to Dalaran to learn from the High Mages. Even they were impressed and at age 37 Antidonias began teaching him some of the most advanced magics of all. Being so powerful with all the knowledge of magic he was becoming to powerful, headstrong, and ambitious. He wanted to be a High Mage and as time went by he wanted it more and more. He was about to kill one of them to open a space for him when Arthas came with Kel'thuzad to summon Archimonde. Reports had been coming in that the High Elves had lost there homeland and were coming to Stormwind but Larian wasn't concerned. Larian was furious that Dalaran had been taken down while he was away so he set out to hunt him. He finally cought up with Arthas just as his ship sailed off for Northrend. Kel'thuzad and his forces almost killed Larian but he got away dieing. He found his near future mistress Sylvanas in the woods. He knew that she was trying to kill Arthas as well so he said 'Kill me please......I'll serve you.....as long as Arthas is...dead' and he became her servant.
RP Sample: Well Ive gotten this far....only 200 more words to go.
A single man ran on in the horizon. He was a little over middle age but he ran like he was in his prime. A robe flowing behind him rage sending him forward he ran and ran. Cool Summer night air blew as the last of the animals left for sleep as the first of the stars and crickets announced their arrival. A Owl flew over head hooting as if signaling danger that was coming. The man pressed on with a small bubble over his mouth. It was an infinite air bubble created by simple magic. Suddenly the man skidded to a halt. The small light illuminated golden locks flying out in front of the figures face. He looked down a high ledge that could have killed anyone if the had fallen off. Down below shadowy figures of a man mounted on a skeletal horse with a robed skinny figure with hunched over creatures stood at the waters edge. Sea water lapped at numerous oval shaped boats decorated with skulls of all kinds. The mounted rider and the robed figure were talking, saying there goodbyes. "Arthas" the man muttered letting the angry voice evaporate into the blowing air. Two enormous figures with 3 or four arms stood sewn together from different corpses into one giant abomination. In the dim light the hunched over figures could be seen, were skeletons walking on all fours with long sharp vicious claws. The mounted man slid of his horse and said one last thing as he followed his horse on a boat. They sailed off and it angered the man. He ran down until he reached the bottom held his hands at his side and waited. Suddenly a ball of fire slowly formed in his hands. He smiled and threw it at the ground that the Undead were standing on. Pillars of fire sprang around them. They were surprised and turned to the man who had another ball of fire in his hands already. He tossed the ball at a Skeleton on all fours making it shatter into dozens of peices. The robed man looked at his forces "ATTACK YOU FOOLS!" his voice cold and unforgiving. They all ran for him as the robed leader held his hands together high in the air. The man holding another fireball tossed it as the Undead leader summoned ice and stuck it in the ground. A icy wall smacked the man high in the air throwing him right into the mass of living dead. He pulled out a staff and started knocking the Skeletons head off as they tore through his robes leaving deep gashes in his legs and chest. A abomination swung a axe in one of its arms. The man dodged as the axe cut a Skeleton in half. The fighting rages on with the dead destroyed by the man with only a few left. The man suddenly made a floating blue disk, hopped on it and flew out of the fight. Week and bleeding everywhere he suddenly dropped to weak to sustain his disk and fell. He struggled and looked up. Banshees flew around a pale-blueish skinned women with a bow. He recognized her and said "Kill me please......I'll serve you.....as long as Arthas is...dead."
"What is your name?" She asked with a Elven accent.
"La....La....Larian....Ka..Karnan..." He said weakly. He rose her bow muttered words and a dark wisp flew around the arrow-tip and she shot. He began quickly turning pale gray and summoning every last quickly losing strength he muttered "Thank you." and died.
Hope you enjoyed this. The rp sample was probably my best work ever ;D
Age: 123
Gender: Male
Race: Undead
Faction: Sylvansas' Forsaken
Position: Warlock Spy
Magical Branch: Necromancy, Shadow Magic, Illusions
Appearance: After a while in the grave before being resurrected to spy on the Human Kingdoms of Stormwind he doesn't look to pretty. In his regular form he has long silver hair in dreadlocks running down his back. He isn't skinny nor fat just in between. He doesn't have patches of skin missing showing bones like some undead just dull gray wrinkly skin. He weighs 109 pounds and is 5'11. He has long flowing robes that drag along the ground but have an enchantment on the so they wont get dirty, they are red on the sides with a purple strip down the middle. He has simple brown leather sandals with a stags upper skull as a helmet with an ebony gnarled staff with a black sphere in a small visible chamber.
When he is watching the Kingdom of Stormwind he has a human form. The human form is old with gray hair that is balding. He has mastered using a strong but withered Stormwind accent unlike his cold sharp voice as an Undead Warlock. He usually wears plain shirts of black, blue and other colors. In human form he is a human and nothing else. Not even a mage could sense that he was a true undead under his strong Illusion magic. His eyes are blue in human form and black and gray in Undead form.
Personality: In Undead form he always cracks dark and threatening jokes to his victims. If anyone discovers him in undead form he makes them and their family disappear. He is scared of only a few things. The Stormwind king ,Varian Wyrnn, discovering he is a living dead for he cannot rid him or else he would be sent to death. Two other things he is scared of is his Dark Lady Sylvanas and her worst enemy Arthas ,the Lich King,. He hates himself for ever volunteering to do this job but he does it anyways. He hates everything about the humans now Their smell, the way they dress, there battle styles, etc. He is overconfident and if given a sudden powerful injury he gets flung in to a rage. When in this rage he uses his most powerful spells to destroy the enemy which leaves him weak.
In human form he is cherry and laughs at jokes that aren't even funny. Despite his old age he loves to go to parties especially ones with the king to spy on the enemies social events. He runs a small shop selling various foods and bandages he gets from trade. He has a easy life for he has mastered the art of summoning copper to by items to sell.
Weapons/Items:
-Staff of corruption- A seemingly simple gnarled staff caressing a black orb which can do devastating and excruciating pain if smacked by it also the sphere is an Orb of souls
-Orb of Souls- A sphere at the tip of most Staffs of Corruption, when slain by magic produced by the staff or smiteted by its ancient wood, it holds the souls of its slain victims
-Warlock Robes- Simple Warlock robes
-Sandals- Simple footwear
-Helm of Death- A upper stags skull with powers of death for the stag it came from was brutishly killed
Strengths:
-Illusion- Larian is so good at changing himself into a human with magic it is questioned that even Antidonias himself could sense he is a wolf in sheep's clothing.
-Shadow Magic and Necromancy- Larian has also mastered the arts of a Warlock, he could summon a Skeleton with a simple snap.
Flaws:In the beginning of any battle he is overconfident and overconfident which can change in a snap that puts him in a rage making him want to use his most powerful and draining spells
History: Born to the Kingdom of Stormwind he was raised at a farm next to the Northshire Abbey. His family was one of the workers for the enormous and famous Northshire Vineyards filled with succulent grapes and other fruits. He grew up working on the Vineyards with his two brothers and his sister. He was strong and healthy and lived a good and memorable childhood. One day he decided he would like to be a mage for the army. It was a tough desicion but his dream came true. Accepted into the Stormwind academy for Mages he was a fast learner. He was such a good mage he was granted a portal to Dalaran to learn from the High Mages. Even they were impressed and at age 37 Antidonias began teaching him some of the most advanced magics of all. Being so powerful with all the knowledge of magic he was becoming to powerful, headstrong, and ambitious. He wanted to be a High Mage and as time went by he wanted it more and more. He was about to kill one of them to open a space for him when Arthas came with Kel'thuzad to summon Archimonde. Reports had been coming in that the High Elves had lost there homeland and were coming to Stormwind but Larian wasn't concerned. Larian was furious that Dalaran had been taken down while he was away so he set out to hunt him. He finally cought up with Arthas just as his ship sailed off for Northrend. Kel'thuzad and his forces almost killed Larian but he got away dieing. He found his near future mistress Sylvanas in the woods. He knew that she was trying to kill Arthas as well so he said 'Kill me please......I'll serve you.....as long as Arthas is...dead' and he became her servant.
RP Sample: Well Ive gotten this far....only 200 more words to go.
A single man ran on in the horizon. He was a little over middle age but he ran like he was in his prime. A robe flowing behind him rage sending him forward he ran and ran. Cool Summer night air blew as the last of the animals left for sleep as the first of the stars and crickets announced their arrival. A Owl flew over head hooting as if signaling danger that was coming. The man pressed on with a small bubble over his mouth. It was an infinite air bubble created by simple magic. Suddenly the man skidded to a halt. The small light illuminated golden locks flying out in front of the figures face. He looked down a high ledge that could have killed anyone if the had fallen off. Down below shadowy figures of a man mounted on a skeletal horse with a robed skinny figure with hunched over creatures stood at the waters edge. Sea water lapped at numerous oval shaped boats decorated with skulls of all kinds. The mounted rider and the robed figure were talking, saying there goodbyes. "Arthas" the man muttered letting the angry voice evaporate into the blowing air. Two enormous figures with 3 or four arms stood sewn together from different corpses into one giant abomination. In the dim light the hunched over figures could be seen, were skeletons walking on all fours with long sharp vicious claws. The mounted man slid of his horse and said one last thing as he followed his horse on a boat. They sailed off and it angered the man. He ran down until he reached the bottom held his hands at his side and waited. Suddenly a ball of fire slowly formed in his hands. He smiled and threw it at the ground that the Undead were standing on. Pillars of fire sprang around them. They were surprised and turned to the man who had another ball of fire in his hands already. He tossed the ball at a Skeleton on all fours making it shatter into dozens of peices. The robed man looked at his forces "ATTACK YOU FOOLS!" his voice cold and unforgiving. They all ran for him as the robed leader held his hands together high in the air. The man holding another fireball tossed it as the Undead leader summoned ice and stuck it in the ground. A icy wall smacked the man high in the air throwing him right into the mass of living dead. He pulled out a staff and started knocking the Skeletons head off as they tore through his robes leaving deep gashes in his legs and chest. A abomination swung a axe in one of its arms. The man dodged as the axe cut a Skeleton in half. The fighting rages on with the dead destroyed by the man with only a few left. The man suddenly made a floating blue disk, hopped on it and flew out of the fight. Week and bleeding everywhere he suddenly dropped to weak to sustain his disk and fell. He struggled and looked up. Banshees flew around a pale-blueish skinned women with a bow. He recognized her and said "Kill me please......I'll serve you.....as long as Arthas is...dead."
"What is your name?" She asked with a Elven accent.
"La....La....Larian....Ka..Karnan..." He said weakly. He rose her bow muttered words and a dark wisp flew around the arrow-tip and she shot. He began quickly turning pale gray and summoning every last quickly losing strength he muttered "Thank you." and died.
Hope you enjoyed this. The rp sample was probably my best work ever ;D
why?! I did so much work....if i get rejected im gonna be so mad
