Post by Sammael on Dec 11, 2007 21:08:19 GMT -5
Name: Sammael
Also Known As: The Judge
Age:
-Stats-
Strength: 62
Magic: 69
Speed: 76
Marksmanship: 74
Mental Stability: 62
Exp: 0
-Appearance-
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 179 lbs.
Appearance: Sammael is not a very tall man; however, his mere presence is enough to scare even the most steadfast of his enemies. With wide shoulders and a strong chest, his body build can be described as muscular and powerful. Sammael wears little in the way of actual armor, with only his arms and shins having any steel hanging off them, though he does have an iron brace on his right upper leg. His chest, though, is entirely open to attacks, which many would consider foolish. Sammael however, is never worried about such things, feeling his divine nature is enough armor enough (others, rivals and such, would note that his lack of heart makes that area no need of protection). And of course let us not forget his white, dove like, wings stretching out wide.
What is most shocking about him, though, would be his face. Sammael has a long face, which is not uncommon; however, what is strange is his long dark blue, almost black hair. His hair is perhaps his most noticeable feature, though his eyes are just as striking, though a lot less noticeable. His eyes are golden, much like that of a wolf, the normal whites are instead black and he can give off the impression of being evil or at least insane. There is, of course, one more striking feature, which happens to be a scar trailing down the left side of his face, which run from just under his left eye and ends at the edge of his jaw, half way between the chin and the ear.
Sammael’s clothing differs from the battlefront and the social life. His battle gear, as described above, is steel gauntlets on both arms. Runes and symbols are carved on these, as are scars and marks from swords and other weapons. His armor is held on by a black rubber like substance, which sticks itself to his arms, wrapping about it tight, holding it in place without need of straps or belts. The substance was created by the intelligent dwarves, before being stolen away and the memory of it wiped from the dwarven minds (thanks to good old genocide). What he wears on his legs is of lower tech. A leather belt, given to him by his previous mentor hangs around his hips, holding up a piece of cloth on his left that was his previous mentor. A chain runs from his belt to the sword that hangs on his left hip, the sword itself is held up on a strap the runs around his waist. An iron brace is held in place on his right leg, and on his feet are steel boots and shin guards. His feet are designed more for mobility and freedom than standing and fighting tooth and nail.
The angel has a tendency to wear more fluid garments than restricting ones when walking about the grand cities. Robes, open shirts with wide sleeves, and baggy pants are among these collections. Sammael also likes to wear sandals than shoes; everything he wears is designed for comfort instead of fashion. However, this is not to say Sammael does not enjoy the social theatre, in fact he is quite fond of it, dressing up and playing the part of a highly respected general of the White Army. Dressing up and wooing women (or trying too) are one of his hobbies.
Weapon: Judicator
Description: The Judicator is a weapon that only the best could ever hope to own. Forged by the dwarves in their mountains and smithies, the Judicator was specially built for Sammael in thanks for protecting them from an army of demons, vampires, and other like Black races of the swamp. The sword is made from silver and blessed with magics of the White, the blade itself is gleaming and is never tarnished by dirt or blood. The pummel at the end has the symbol of the White engraved in it and seems to blaze with an inner light. The handle is wrapped in some sort of leather, presumed to be the hide of the general of the other army. The hilt and hand guard seem a little longer than usually seen, but yet do not off set the weapon itself.
History: Sammael was born much like most angels are, but his birth was special, as he was born on the day that isn’t real, in a year that has since past. The only thing people remember back then was the color of his eyes which even now is still a surprise to anyone that has ever seen them. Black where there should be white, gold where there should be a normal color. It was only later when his hair came in blue.
The young angel grew yup in a home with not just his father, mother, and siblings, but also his grandfather, uncles, aunts, and cousins. Sammael’s grandfather was a great Judge-General of the army of White, and he had massed a large amount of wealth from his campaigns and his marriage to his wife. Sammael and his family grew up in this state of high class and nobility, however, Sammael was raised by both his grandfather and father to believe that angels were higher class, and in higher privilege than that of the other races, be they dwarves, kithkin, or human.
When Sammael went to the academy in a city farther away from his home and his grandfather’s estates, he was more than a little astounded to find other races in the school where only the truly privileged could go. It was here that he developed a quite hate for these other races, and disrespect for them. While he knew they could be useful as tools, he could not and would not stand to see them as equals. The only true race he seemed to respect were the kithkin, as they seemed to know where they respected skills laid.
It was also here that he met a certain young lady who lead a group who was public in their beliefs of hate of the other races, primarily humans. Sammael then began a process of trying move in, however, she was in love with a man who had clear opposing ideas to hers. So a strange triangle was formed and Sammael tried in vain to remove her thoughts of the man, or at least twist it so that it would work for him.
-Abilities And Spells-
Divine Healing – A healing aura is cast around casters body that minor wounds, the aura lasts for 20 seconds (three per battle, twice per duel)
Regenerate – Regenerate target unit (once per battle. Battle only)
Angelic Light – Send a beam of holy magic towards a foe, *rp considerate* (5 times per battle/duel)
Also Known As: The Judge
Age:
-Stats-
Strength: 62
Magic: 69
Speed: 76
Marksmanship: 74
Mental Stability: 62
Exp: 0
-Appearance-
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 179 lbs.
Appearance: Sammael is not a very tall man; however, his mere presence is enough to scare even the most steadfast of his enemies. With wide shoulders and a strong chest, his body build can be described as muscular and powerful. Sammael wears little in the way of actual armor, with only his arms and shins having any steel hanging off them, though he does have an iron brace on his right upper leg. His chest, though, is entirely open to attacks, which many would consider foolish. Sammael however, is never worried about such things, feeling his divine nature is enough armor enough (others, rivals and such, would note that his lack of heart makes that area no need of protection). And of course let us not forget his white, dove like, wings stretching out wide.
What is most shocking about him, though, would be his face. Sammael has a long face, which is not uncommon; however, what is strange is his long dark blue, almost black hair. His hair is perhaps his most noticeable feature, though his eyes are just as striking, though a lot less noticeable. His eyes are golden, much like that of a wolf, the normal whites are instead black and he can give off the impression of being evil or at least insane. There is, of course, one more striking feature, which happens to be a scar trailing down the left side of his face, which run from just under his left eye and ends at the edge of his jaw, half way between the chin and the ear.
Sammael’s clothing differs from the battlefront and the social life. His battle gear, as described above, is steel gauntlets on both arms. Runes and symbols are carved on these, as are scars and marks from swords and other weapons. His armor is held on by a black rubber like substance, which sticks itself to his arms, wrapping about it tight, holding it in place without need of straps or belts. The substance was created by the intelligent dwarves, before being stolen away and the memory of it wiped from the dwarven minds (thanks to good old genocide). What he wears on his legs is of lower tech. A leather belt, given to him by his previous mentor hangs around his hips, holding up a piece of cloth on his left that was his previous mentor. A chain runs from his belt to the sword that hangs on his left hip, the sword itself is held up on a strap the runs around his waist. An iron brace is held in place on his right leg, and on his feet are steel boots and shin guards. His feet are designed more for mobility and freedom than standing and fighting tooth and nail.
The angel has a tendency to wear more fluid garments than restricting ones when walking about the grand cities. Robes, open shirts with wide sleeves, and baggy pants are among these collections. Sammael also likes to wear sandals than shoes; everything he wears is designed for comfort instead of fashion. However, this is not to say Sammael does not enjoy the social theatre, in fact he is quite fond of it, dressing up and playing the part of a highly respected general of the White Army. Dressing up and wooing women (or trying too) are one of his hobbies.
Weapon: Judicator
Description: The Judicator is a weapon that only the best could ever hope to own. Forged by the dwarves in their mountains and smithies, the Judicator was specially built for Sammael in thanks for protecting them from an army of demons, vampires, and other like Black races of the swamp. The sword is made from silver and blessed with magics of the White, the blade itself is gleaming and is never tarnished by dirt or blood. The pummel at the end has the symbol of the White engraved in it and seems to blaze with an inner light. The handle is wrapped in some sort of leather, presumed to be the hide of the general of the other army. The hilt and hand guard seem a little longer than usually seen, but yet do not off set the weapon itself.
History: Sammael was born much like most angels are, but his birth was special, as he was born on the day that isn’t real, in a year that has since past. The only thing people remember back then was the color of his eyes which even now is still a surprise to anyone that has ever seen them. Black where there should be white, gold where there should be a normal color. It was only later when his hair came in blue.
The young angel grew yup in a home with not just his father, mother, and siblings, but also his grandfather, uncles, aunts, and cousins. Sammael’s grandfather was a great Judge-General of the army of White, and he had massed a large amount of wealth from his campaigns and his marriage to his wife. Sammael and his family grew up in this state of high class and nobility, however, Sammael was raised by both his grandfather and father to believe that angels were higher class, and in higher privilege than that of the other races, be they dwarves, kithkin, or human.
When Sammael went to the academy in a city farther away from his home and his grandfather’s estates, he was more than a little astounded to find other races in the school where only the truly privileged could go. It was here that he developed a quite hate for these other races, and disrespect for them. While he knew they could be useful as tools, he could not and would not stand to see them as equals. The only true race he seemed to respect were the kithkin, as they seemed to know where they respected skills laid.
It was also here that he met a certain young lady who lead a group who was public in their beliefs of hate of the other races, primarily humans. Sammael then began a process of trying move in, however, she was in love with a man who had clear opposing ideas to hers. So a strange triangle was formed and Sammael tried in vain to remove her thoughts of the man, or at least twist it so that it would work for him.
-Abilities And Spells-
Divine Healing – A healing aura is cast around casters body that minor wounds, the aura lasts for 20 seconds (three per battle, twice per duel)
Regenerate – Regenerate target unit (once per battle. Battle only)
Angelic Light – Send a beam of holy magic towards a foe, *rp considerate* (5 times per battle/duel)