| Nov 24, 2017 16:47:57 GMT |
Post by ALBADEUS LEX on Nov 24, 2017 16:47:57 GMT
ALBADEUS LEX
NICKNAMES - Alba
GENDER - Male
ORIENTATION - Demisexual
BIRTHPLACE - During the time before nations (technically the "Shiver Mountains" by modern standards)
AGE 5,000+
EYE COLOR Silver
HAIR COLOR White
HEIGHT 6'1" | 16m long
WEIGHT 164lbs | 50 tonnes
DISTINCTIVE MARKINGS - hued scales in dragon form
SCARS - n/a
PIERCINGS - n/a
TATTOOS - n/a
FACE CLAIM Caster Merlin - Fate/Grand Order
MEMBER GROUP Wyrm
Albadeus is archaic, his knowledge and wisdom showing as such even if his memory doesn't quite remember when the 'beginning' was. A wyrm with a passionate lust for additional knowledge, he has learned to be patient in his pursuings. Tactical, predatory, with a healthy helping of paranoia has kept him alive over the millenia; as such he is an extremely capable actor. Ambition fuels him into mercilessness, careless of those outside his broodlings and brood-siblings.
Yet he does care quite a heavy deal about his fellow wyrms, albeit this affection doesn't stem to the lower races unless it's due to a bout of favoritism. He seeks potential, tries to encourage growth in the power of his people and those they deem their swords and shields. Second-chances are extremely rare for traitors, or anyone who turns on his people. He views most general lives outside his species as flickering candles, useless to mourn over and completely irrelevant when those self-same flickers stand in his path. He has absolutely no remorse in crushing them in the name of his goals.
But that doesn't stop him from trying to manipulate others to his side. Alba knows very well about the emotions that tip other on that 'light-dark' boundary. As a creature of 'supposed' darkness, he still believes himself quite pure in his pursuits and doesn't turn away from the potential of emotions. He's a clever manipulator, more than happy to turn the odds in his favor no matter what kind of twisted 'love' he might be feeding. The malicious intent from this is merely a side effect.
In short, the King of Wyrms knows how to pick his battles. Loves whom he wishes and despises the rest. Treasures the purity, power, and righteousness of the Wyrms while belittling the 'lesser' creatures. Favorites those who wish to stand as his swords, his ears and eyes, protect his beloved family of scales. Crushes those who stand in their way, shamelessly hides away to gather his strength. He seeks to inspire the love and faith of his own, turn others to his tune.
The game player who seeks a fun game with all these pieces on the board...
FAVORABLE TO
Wyrmkin
His children
Uniqueness
Songs
Those who side with him
UNFAVORABLE TO
Disobediance
'Roadblocks'
False Information
The Elementals
Boredom
ENJOYS
Experience
Traveling
Advancement
AFRAID OF
Extinction
Loss of his children
Hatred from his fellow Wyrmkin
ALLIANCE Dark
Born of the elementals or of other wyrms, that is something of a missing memory for the ancient. Fragments of the beginning only tell short tales of wanderlust, curiosity, and a growing lust for knowledge.
One of a few, he knew of the elementals, knew their whimsical creations to be a strange interlude to something grander. Since the start, he learned to question and to realize. That was probably what drove him to the events that passed, the sense he found as common; the desire to use the knowledge he learned over the eons. To harness the power into something greater. It was only right, the only thing that made sense; after all, why had they been created with such abilities if they were to be equals of the Light's Celestials? It did not make sense. They were too stagnant, too content with wasting away their gifts on the endless cycles of watching. Albadeus, named by his fellow Wyrms; realized then that this was wrong. He, the Wyrms; had to take control. To grow... to find the purpose they gained their minds. And in turn, that simple wish twisted into a superiority complex.
The Wyrms were the first. They failed to guide the Celestials along the path of evolution. He needed to fix that.
So then it started. The wars, the conflict. The thirst for knowledge led to power which drove Wyrms to grasp ahold of that righteously earned power in their hunger for more. The daemons and elves that had been born beforehand were utilized in their own strange ways. Albadeus brought together like-minded Wyrms, seeking to teach where others only sought the destruction that came with his heavy handed methods. They rejected the lessons, called it a war. He was a 'dark' creature in their minds, him and his fellows labeled that for their creation. Yet if it was the Dark that led to a future of potentials, he was going to strive toward it. Accept it, the darkness; in all it's corruption. It became the foundation of his growing comrades.
The vast majority of his life from there had been nothing but conflict. He was labeled 'King', taking the second name of 'Lex' to distinguish himself as such. To right the misguided and uninformed, to gain the power of wisdom. To seek the elementals themselves through magic, fang, and talon. He was absorbed in this so wholly, he became drunk on each new predicament. The way the Lessers evolved, how they grew emotions akin to that of the Celestial's faulty children. Equality versus to serve, the noble purpose of obedience lost on the fools. More wrongs to correct... or so he thought until he saw growing patterns.
Losses and wins, each experience revealing more beforehand. Albadeus learned how emotions worked, how easily they shifted tides. How desperate the Celestials and their creations became when the Wyrm's, his Wyrms; nearly sunk their claws into all of the world. So close... yet so far...
And then there was the stopper. The accursed Alelan and her last-ditch effort. Their victories all for naught, the Wyrms losing their power. Their retreat had been the only sound tactic Albadeus could think of, his fellows following along with those with the dead-straight loyalty to them. He led them to their stronghold, the place that would become their sanctuary against the world as it begun to fight itself while they waited. He watched as the nations formed, split, and spilled the blood of their neighbors. Saw his own actions in them, only their driving forces were nothing but foreign to him. He sought knowledge. They sought possession. Another clue to the faulty ticks in the Light's children.
For the thousand years that passed, he watched and learned. Took on the guise of a human while he traveled the world. His desire for knowledge never dimming, his judgement only growing more rigid as he saw the Dark's children abandon their former masters. Saw them dwindle into the useless and repressed. Anger? No, only disappointment grew in his patience. He could not hold anger against the ignorant, only strive to guide them along the proper path again. To evolve. To do more than whittle their days away in mindless stagnation. It was during that time did he follow their example of 'generations'. He bred himself with one of the most powerful his loyal Wyrms, further adding more to their odds for the future.
Two children she bore him. A son and a daughter, both coveted by their Wyrm-King father. He did not leave their growth in the claws of his fellow Wyrms, taking that duty on himself. He ran the defenses, commanded the bolstering in his Kingdom's strength whilst caring for and teaching his hatchlings. He would inspire love, a love that could point the sharpest of hatreds toward his enemies. The most powerful of emotions was to be his force when the time came. The time to drive back into the Celestials and their hopeless creations.
That time, so long yet so short; was all they needed to strengthen their sanctuary into an impregantable fortress. Nothing braved the mountains of the Wyrms, their own servants sent out in raiding parties or fleeing the wills of their weaker masters. They created their own civilization, one which prided itself on power tinted with their King's desires.
Then they felt it, the power that locked them away drifting. Fading. True power returning to them as it had a thousand years ago. Vengeance blossomed in his fellows so thickly he could smell the hatred from their auras. Their magick crackled as harshly as their laughter knowing the truth the rest of the world turned a blind eye to. They were the shadows the world sought to forget... and each and every one of them was going to take advantage of that. Yet, by Albadeus's command; they still waited for that opportune moment. To set the world aflame in their righteous vengeance, their King ready to set the spear of his peoples' hatred against those who would stand in his away again. To point their new numbers out, to convert those lost within the shadows...
He would wait and sharpen his forces... For how long though, that was up for debate.
MOTHER ?
FATHER ?
SIBLINGS He considers the oldest of Wyrmkin to be his siblings.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER ---
CHILDREN Son and Daughter
OTHER He considers the descendants of Wyrms to be his nieces and nephews.
ABILITY/POWER
- Telepathy :: 'Thy heart sings with mine.'
[Wyrm Racial] Like all Wyrms, Albadeus is capable of speaking to his fellow Wyrmkin through his mind. Whether it is due to his age or his mindset, he is capable of speaking with most of his fellows as though each and every single one of them were family. The connection does get hazy if the other side doesn't hold the same sentinents and outright doesn't work if the other side refuses him completely. - Wyrm Form :: 'The illusion I has't drawn shalt beest lifted and reveal the truth beneath the shadow.'
[Wyrm Racial] There's his human form and then there's the monstrosity he calls his true form. A behemoth of a Wyrmkin, he easily dwarfs over most creatures in his might. Four long legs capable of a quick stampede, his arms oddly lanky yet dexterious. Five claws on each limb, a body heavy with jutting scales of white to red hues. His tail is tipped with a heavy, jagged, pentagonal pyramid spearhead. A crown of horns covers over finned ears, a pair of curved ram horns covers over a beaked maw filled with three rows of teeth. His wings are large and very capable of taking flight, the softer leather guarded by flexible scales at his joints. The softest of his underbelly right at his belly, small scale creating an oddly silky texture. - Tempestakinesis :: 'The storm cometh at mine calleth, shapes itself to mine wilt, and strikes those who dare standeth against the might of the Wyrm King.'
[Wyrm Magick] The type being dependent on the location, Albadeus' elemental magic takes form as a storm. And with so many millenia of experience backing him up, he is very good at it. Capable of calling small storms of rainfall to snowfall at will, it only takes a short moment of concentration or thick residual blast of his magick toward the heavens to conjure up something more heavy. The storm obeys to be destructive: blistering winds of snow, ice, rain, or even fire if he can find a location for that. Tornadoes and hurricanes can be channeled to wreak havoc for at least three hours straight. He can even make rainbows if he so desired. Gusts of wind are his most minor calls but they still do enough to tumble a light enemy about. - Tempest Breath :: 'heareth mine song and bow ere mine might.'
[Wyrm Magick] Condensed down into a breath, Albadeus has worked his magick into a simpler form. His breath holds a wind element to it and, as one might expect; exhales a pillar of wind at whatever it is he is facing. He can also make lil spitball-wind-things to go be a nuisance of himself when he is that bored.
WEAPONS/ARMOR
Main Hand :: Obsidian Staff - A dark staff made from both black wood and obsidian. It's decorations are sharp and it is as tall as his human form, yet Albadeus merely carries it around for some minor protection and looks. He isn't any kind of martial artist, so he's more or less just flailing the thing around or playing with it like some five-year-old.
Secondary :: n/a
Armor :: Cloth Robes - A much fancier version of a traveler's robe, his make him look like some kind of cleric. They're comfy with velveteen but sturdy with the extra bouts of fabric to the outside. Rain-repellant too! If only they weren't so bulky... at least they keep him warm.
STRENGTHS
- Inpenetrable Scales :: His scales are incapable of being pierced by weapons of all metals, with the exception of that one particular soft spot.
- Wise :: He has been around for a very, very, VERY long time. He simply knows things based off of the patterns he's seen.
- Charismatic :: He's a King with a silver tongue, no one can say otherwise. But his charms are not something that he hides, all shiny sparkles and gracious smiles and actually making sense (sometimes). He inspires loyalty, which he values quite highly.
WEAKNESSES
- Heavy Handed :: For all his patience and wisdom, he is still a Wyrm with a hammer as to which everything appears a nail. He almost won with force once, of course it has to work the second time around. That goes for everything else too, obviously.
- Curiosity Killed the Cat :: For all his power-hungry notions, Albadeus still very much loves knowledge over actual power (doesn't stop him from turning knowledge into power, as it were). Yet he is easily distracted by new things and falls into his shiny-eyed state a little too easily when a new trend pops up. (Oh his poor retainers... finding him is easy, getting him home... Ha...)
- Vengeful :: He doesn't forgive outside the Wyrmkin and most definitely will not bow to anyone. He repays his 'debts' two-fold, attempts to attack his underlings or (heaven's forbid) his children... He has mentioned he's a King right? Have you ever fought a small nation of giant, element spewing mega-tanks? No? Well, first time for everything.
ALIAS - Chim
TIME ZONE - UTC-7:00
OTHER CHARACTERS n/a
