Post by Eledore Mouring on Apr 1, 2010 13:40:26 GMT -5
Name: Eledore Mouring
Alias/Code Name: Damien
Age: 24
Character Type: Mystical
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Appearance: His eyes, while naturally a piercing blue, turn yellow when he's channeling his abilities. His hair is dark brown.
(pictures forthcoming)
Personality:
He's a bit rough around the edges, stubborn. A former commander turned loner, withdrawn into a melancholy state brought on by what he's done, what he's failed to do, and what task he must undertake.
Likes:
Family, smokes, Drinking, Mechanical work.
Dislikes:
Ghosts that won't shut up, his past failures, Fallen Kin
Strengths: The sight, Superb Marksman and swordsmanship skills. Knowlege of the Mystic arts. Stubborn attitude (at times)
Weaknesses: His reliance on an Artifact to channel his powers into weapons. Seperated from this, he will be unable to properly forge weapons until he secures another. 'Seeing dead people' can also become bothersome. Stubborn attitude (at times). He can occasionally retreat into a depression over his failings.
Powers/Weapons:
As a Harbin , Damien possesses 'the sight' a spiritual awareness which enables him to sense and make contact with spirits of the departed.
He is able to channel these 'astral' energies through a cross he keeps on his person, wich he manifests either a bow or a sword. He can forge this spiritual energy into Psychic arrows, which are able to effect both the living and the dead. Depending upon his intent, they can either Stun (Disrupting the human nervous system for a minimum of 30 seconds), Bind a spirit/human for purification, or Kill their intended target, depending upon the projectiles strength.
As with the arrows... the sword effects both stages of existance, either stunning or killing it's intended target depending upon the users intent.
He is well versed in the mystical arts, primarily in the art of purification and exorcism. He is an exceptional swordsman and marksman. As former SSGT in the United States Army, he's in superb physical condition, and he's received standard combat training.
He keeps various 'tools of the trade' in his belt, including various herbs and Iron artifacts the family uses in their duties. He also carries your standard combat knife, a Desert Eagle pistol, and some other 'toys' in case of emergencies.
History:
Eledore Mourning was born to a long line of 'gifted' people. With each generation there would be born those with 'the sight', able to communicate with the spirits of the dead often at a young age. Eledore was one of these 'chosen few', his Grandfather soon training him to use his steadily increasing powers, teaching him the ability to manifest these powers into first a sword... and then into a bow. He was trained long and hard to both control these great powers, but also the responsibility that comes with them, that which his ancestors have used these powers for for generations; to give peace to restless spirits, and protect them from forces that would torment them for their own selfish designs.
It wasn't easy, juggling his duties as a , as well as assisting his mother in raising is younger Sister Silva. 7 years his younger, he tried to take as much time as he could for her... even as he grew older, and started to become dis-illusioned with the families duties. Finally, after graduation and a few choice words, he enlisted in the Army, in an attempt to get far away from his 'crazy family'. He had barely gotten through basic when his mother sent a letter... telling him his sister had been kidnapped, and was likely dead. Feeling responsible... he pushed himself harder into his duties. In his 6 years of service, 2 of wich where spend overseas, he rose to the rank of Staff Sergeant.
But even in hostile territory, he couldn't outrun the 'family buisness'. Even while on patroll, he was constantly harrased by the hostile spirits left to roam durring this war, these distractions putting his team in danger. Further instances of him observed holding conversations with 'imaginary' individuals, lead to him to receive a Section 8 and be discharged from the army. Humbled at this... when he arrived stateside he headed to the only place he knew... home.
En-route home, when his bus passed a nearby community... he found himself overcome with a sickening sensation. A feeling of torment and hopelessness tearing through his subconscious. At first... he didn't know what to think of it. He returned home, having dinner with his mother, and sleeping in his bed for the first time in years. That night... he had a vivid dream, a vision rather, of his sisters ongoing torment. And when he woke, he was certain that she was still alive.
The next day he returned to the town... his sight leading him past the suspicious and frightened eyes of the townfolk. He was led by his mind and word of mouth to the residence of an occultist sect, lead by a distant relation who'd named himself 'chopper'. He was 'Fallen kin', members of his family tree either driven to insanity by their abilities, or instead opted to use them for their own selfish designs. He had his followers bring him sacrifices, both human and spirit, so that he could empathic-ally feed off of their misery, and prolong his twisted existence. He infiltrated the grounds, making his way to the basement.... only to discover he was too late. His sisters broken body laying dead on the floor, her heart cleaved neatly in two.
Consumed by grief, he found himself overwhelmed with rage.... which lead him to slaughter each member of that sect, before setting his sights upon his relation. It was that night, through the cruel acts of vengeance which he committed, that he came dangerously close to loosing his very soul.
In a daze... he grabbed her shattered body, wrapping her in his blood-soaked coat before loading her into the back seat of his car. The 3 hours it took to return home passed like an eternity.... in the time it took to regain his composure... reflect over what he's done.... and try to break the news to his mother. What he found when he walked into the kitchen, to find his mother, dead on the kitchen floor.... a knife plunged through her chest.
More disturbing.... would be the prints that parted the blood, including the hand prints leaving a distinctive scar on the palm of the hands. Prints that matched the scars Chopper had left upon Silva's feet.
Despite suspicions being arose due to his mothers suicide and his sisters miraculous return... local authorities had nothing to conclusively link him to anything. It was shortly after he burried his kin, he was told of his cousin's death in San Francisco. It was then he and his grandfather where able to decipher what had occured. Consulting ancient texts and communing with ancestors of the past... they reasoned that Silva had not passed over, instead her years of torment, coupled with her hatred and Eledor's rash actions, had transformed her into a wraith. Just as the ancestors who befell this fate before her, she would be resistant to purification, and likely seek out living relatives to feed upon their blood and lifeforce to gain existance.
Since that grim realization, Eledor took Alias Damien as he moved on to San Francisco... Intent to both protect his cousin, and release his sisters soul... even if it costs him his life.
Alias/Code Name: Damien
Age: 24
Character Type: Mystical
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Appearance: His eyes, while naturally a piercing blue, turn yellow when he's channeling his abilities. His hair is dark brown.
(pictures forthcoming)
Personality:
He's a bit rough around the edges, stubborn. A former commander turned loner, withdrawn into a melancholy state brought on by what he's done, what he's failed to do, and what task he must undertake.
Likes:
Family, smokes, Drinking, Mechanical work.
Dislikes:
Ghosts that won't shut up, his past failures, Fallen Kin
Strengths: The sight, Superb Marksman and swordsmanship skills. Knowlege of the Mystic arts. Stubborn attitude (at times)
Weaknesses: His reliance on an Artifact to channel his powers into weapons. Seperated from this, he will be unable to properly forge weapons until he secures another. 'Seeing dead people' can also become bothersome. Stubborn attitude (at times). He can occasionally retreat into a depression over his failings.
Powers/Weapons:
As a Harbin , Damien possesses 'the sight' a spiritual awareness which enables him to sense and make contact with spirits of the departed.
He is able to channel these 'astral' energies through a cross he keeps on his person, wich he manifests either a bow or a sword. He can forge this spiritual energy into Psychic arrows, which are able to effect both the living and the dead. Depending upon his intent, they can either Stun (Disrupting the human nervous system for a minimum of 30 seconds), Bind a spirit/human for purification, or Kill their intended target, depending upon the projectiles strength.
As with the arrows... the sword effects both stages of existance, either stunning or killing it's intended target depending upon the users intent.
He is well versed in the mystical arts, primarily in the art of purification and exorcism. He is an exceptional swordsman and marksman. As former SSGT in the United States Army, he's in superb physical condition, and he's received standard combat training.
He keeps various 'tools of the trade' in his belt, including various herbs and Iron artifacts the family uses in their duties. He also carries your standard combat knife, a Desert Eagle pistol, and some other 'toys' in case of emergencies.
History:
Eledore Mourning was born to a long line of 'gifted' people. With each generation there would be born those with 'the sight', able to communicate with the spirits of the dead often at a young age. Eledore was one of these 'chosen few', his Grandfather soon training him to use his steadily increasing powers, teaching him the ability to manifest these powers into first a sword... and then into a bow. He was trained long and hard to both control these great powers, but also the responsibility that comes with them, that which his ancestors have used these powers for for generations; to give peace to restless spirits, and protect them from forces that would torment them for their own selfish designs.
It wasn't easy, juggling his duties as a , as well as assisting his mother in raising is younger Sister Silva. 7 years his younger, he tried to take as much time as he could for her... even as he grew older, and started to become dis-illusioned with the families duties. Finally, after graduation and a few choice words, he enlisted in the Army, in an attempt to get far away from his 'crazy family'. He had barely gotten through basic when his mother sent a letter... telling him his sister had been kidnapped, and was likely dead. Feeling responsible... he pushed himself harder into his duties. In his 6 years of service, 2 of wich where spend overseas, he rose to the rank of Staff Sergeant.
But even in hostile territory, he couldn't outrun the 'family buisness'. Even while on patroll, he was constantly harrased by the hostile spirits left to roam durring this war, these distractions putting his team in danger. Further instances of him observed holding conversations with 'imaginary' individuals, lead to him to receive a Section 8 and be discharged from the army. Humbled at this... when he arrived stateside he headed to the only place he knew... home.
En-route home, when his bus passed a nearby community... he found himself overcome with a sickening sensation. A feeling of torment and hopelessness tearing through his subconscious. At first... he didn't know what to think of it. He returned home, having dinner with his mother, and sleeping in his bed for the first time in years. That night... he had a vivid dream, a vision rather, of his sisters ongoing torment. And when he woke, he was certain that she was still alive.
The next day he returned to the town... his sight leading him past the suspicious and frightened eyes of the townfolk. He was led by his mind and word of mouth to the residence of an occultist sect, lead by a distant relation who'd named himself 'chopper'. He was 'Fallen kin', members of his family tree either driven to insanity by their abilities, or instead opted to use them for their own selfish designs. He had his followers bring him sacrifices, both human and spirit, so that he could empathic-ally feed off of their misery, and prolong his twisted existence. He infiltrated the grounds, making his way to the basement.... only to discover he was too late. His sisters broken body laying dead on the floor, her heart cleaved neatly in two.
Consumed by grief, he found himself overwhelmed with rage.... which lead him to slaughter each member of that sect, before setting his sights upon his relation. It was that night, through the cruel acts of vengeance which he committed, that he came dangerously close to loosing his very soul.
In a daze... he grabbed her shattered body, wrapping her in his blood-soaked coat before loading her into the back seat of his car. The 3 hours it took to return home passed like an eternity.... in the time it took to regain his composure... reflect over what he's done.... and try to break the news to his mother. What he found when he walked into the kitchen, to find his mother, dead on the kitchen floor.... a knife plunged through her chest.
More disturbing.... would be the prints that parted the blood, including the hand prints leaving a distinctive scar on the palm of the hands. Prints that matched the scars Chopper had left upon Silva's feet.
Despite suspicions being arose due to his mothers suicide and his sisters miraculous return... local authorities had nothing to conclusively link him to anything. It was shortly after he burried his kin, he was told of his cousin's death in San Francisco. It was then he and his grandfather where able to decipher what had occured. Consulting ancient texts and communing with ancestors of the past... they reasoned that Silva had not passed over, instead her years of torment, coupled with her hatred and Eledor's rash actions, had transformed her into a wraith. Just as the ancestors who befell this fate before her, she would be resistant to purification, and likely seek out living relatives to feed upon their blood and lifeforce to gain existance.
Since that grim realization, Eledor took Alias Damien as he moved on to San Francisco... Intent to both protect his cousin, and release his sisters soul... even if it costs him his life.