malin [manakete]
Nov 26, 2014 10:38:23 GMT
Post by Malin on Nov 26, 2014 10:38:23 GMT
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Malin Crowley
GROUP
Plegian (Grimleal faction)
AGE
181
BIRTHDAY
January 13th
WEAPON
Tome
CLASSES
Manakete, Myrmidon, Dark Mage
POSITIVES
earnest, faithful, wholesome, empathetic, resolved
NEGATIVES
naive, sensitive, untested, regimented, uptight
BIO
It is rare for dragonkin to explicitly spurn the teachings of Naga. Though sired by a dragonkin father of natural tendencies and modest beliefs, Malin's mother was a potent sorceress of the Grimleal, and named him herself after her own father. Though initially Malin enjoyed the company of two parents they feuded with intensity over his education. His father proposed a neutral education - one that neither played the master of space, Grima, nor the mistress of time, Naga, as greater than either of the two deities. But with the fell dragon's blood in her veins and the pride thrumming within her bosom, Malin's mother simply could not help herself, and insisted on giving Malin an extremely one-sided education.
Ylissians were scum, he was taught. The exalts were simply described as naught but a chain of tyrants in a dynasty too frightening for the commoners to overthrow. He was taught, irrefutably, that Naga's meddling was the root of suffering and misery in the world, with only the promise of destruction and deathly ichor from Grima as mankind's salvation. The Manakete are revered for their wisdom normally... yet so young, Malin's mind was permanently indoctrinated to embrace the doctrines of the Grimleal, and all propaganda in their favor. Unable to fight nor stomach the atrocity the young sorcerer's father departed from him - unwilling to teach a poisoned child the true powers of a dragonkin.
Malin lacked in the teachings of his own. He possessed a dragon stone, yet little knowledge of how to evoke its power. In dragon form he could not speak nor think clearly. Both expressions became garbled gibberish; draconic nature was strong in Malin, but so was the ancient weaknesses of his long-lived kin. Terrible passion made his Manakete powers unstable. For that reason, his mother forbade him from using his dragon stone beyond absolute necessity, teaching him bitter black magic instead. It was the same manner of spellcraft she used upon him for discipline... disobedience, rudeness and wrongdoing were strictly punished in his childhood with spells so cruel they may as well have been torture.
Eventually Malin grew to be an upstanding, well-mannered boy, breaching adolescence... but while he looked to be a nine year old boy, his mother had wilted to an almost husk-like state with naught but natural aging. Her once rich black hair had greyed and became dry, as if the greatness she once flaunted were dissipating out from her. In time she lost her pride and haughty demeanor. It was Malin's hope that she would take pride in him, instead, as he became the spitting image of a proper Dark Mage. Instead, he received bitter remarks and cold looks from a woman mourning her own youth.
Malin and his mother never truly reconciled; he abandoned her after sufficient abuse to become a full-fledged member of the Grimleal, and in his return years after his initiation, he found only her tombstone. She had little to leave to him. But, it was there, and so he held together their modest residence for nearly a century and a half. In this time Malin devoted himself to a life of solitude and higher thought. The death of his mother weighed heavily upon him, as did their inability to reach one another in her final years; he sought enlightenment to better understand what had gone wrong, with the only love he knew.
Malin read many books of philosophy and Grimleal scripture, though little of substance was learned from the latter, for its true use was sensationalism. He became an intelligent and erudite young man. He educated himself from where his mother had left off, learning the countless small sciences of the remarkably unenlightened world... and when there was little left to learn, he turned to poetry and tea while gazing down at the world from the peak of his little mountaintop. Often he would sit beside his departed mother's gravestone, one teacup atop it for her, and another in his hand, sipping his brew while watching the sun rise in the morning. Malin was aware he'd wasted more years by that time than his mother had lived.
In the end, the most important fact Malin learned from studying tomes that aged faster than him was that life was best learned from itself; books could teach whatever one wished to find in the mundane, but to satisfy his heart's yearnings, he would have to go out into the world on his own. He packed his belongings and amassed what he could, before returning to more densely populated regions of Plegia and taking an active presence amongst the Grimleal, with no ambitions other than to serve the grand design of the Fell Dragon for the creation of a better world.
OTHER
Dragon form; Malin's draconic body expresses Grima blood, assuming a 23" foot tall draconic form covered in not just scales but bone-like plates adorned with tines and bladed protrusions about their edges. His true shape is a pale ivory white. Malin's wings are somewhat leathery things, imitating those of a dragonfly in quantity and shape. Cold black flesh can be seen between his individual scales and the plates shielding his limbs. While he possesses very slim, dark purple eyes in this shape, a crude mask-like visage sits atop his head with another pair of empty sockets and a non-functioning mouth placed in an eerily humanoid scowl. He is oddly lithe for his height in this shape, yet armed with a pointed maw of dagger-like teeth further armed by a pair of insectoid mandibles. Similarly, the appearance of his corrugated black horns resemble the thick antennae of a centipede, though they are immobile.
FACE-CLAIM
DRAMATICAL MURDER, beni
Malin Crowley
GROUP
Plegian (Grimleal faction)
AGE
181
BIRTHDAY
January 13th
WEAPON
Tome
CLASSES
Manakete, Myrmidon, Dark Mage
POSITIVES
earnest, faithful, wholesome, empathetic, resolved
NEGATIVES
naive, sensitive, untested, regimented, uptight
BIO
It is rare for dragonkin to explicitly spurn the teachings of Naga. Though sired by a dragonkin father of natural tendencies and modest beliefs, Malin's mother was a potent sorceress of the Grimleal, and named him herself after her own father. Though initially Malin enjoyed the company of two parents they feuded with intensity over his education. His father proposed a neutral education - one that neither played the master of space, Grima, nor the mistress of time, Naga, as greater than either of the two deities. But with the fell dragon's blood in her veins and the pride thrumming within her bosom, Malin's mother simply could not help herself, and insisted on giving Malin an extremely one-sided education.
Ylissians were scum, he was taught. The exalts were simply described as naught but a chain of tyrants in a dynasty too frightening for the commoners to overthrow. He was taught, irrefutably, that Naga's meddling was the root of suffering and misery in the world, with only the promise of destruction and deathly ichor from Grima as mankind's salvation. The Manakete are revered for their wisdom normally... yet so young, Malin's mind was permanently indoctrinated to embrace the doctrines of the Grimleal, and all propaganda in their favor. Unable to fight nor stomach the atrocity the young sorcerer's father departed from him - unwilling to teach a poisoned child the true powers of a dragonkin.
Malin lacked in the teachings of his own. He possessed a dragon stone, yet little knowledge of how to evoke its power. In dragon form he could not speak nor think clearly. Both expressions became garbled gibberish; draconic nature was strong in Malin, but so was the ancient weaknesses of his long-lived kin. Terrible passion made his Manakete powers unstable. For that reason, his mother forbade him from using his dragon stone beyond absolute necessity, teaching him bitter black magic instead. It was the same manner of spellcraft she used upon him for discipline... disobedience, rudeness and wrongdoing were strictly punished in his childhood with spells so cruel they may as well have been torture.
Eventually Malin grew to be an upstanding, well-mannered boy, breaching adolescence... but while he looked to be a nine year old boy, his mother had wilted to an almost husk-like state with naught but natural aging. Her once rich black hair had greyed and became dry, as if the greatness she once flaunted were dissipating out from her. In time she lost her pride and haughty demeanor. It was Malin's hope that she would take pride in him, instead, as he became the spitting image of a proper Dark Mage. Instead, he received bitter remarks and cold looks from a woman mourning her own youth.
Malin and his mother never truly reconciled; he abandoned her after sufficient abuse to become a full-fledged member of the Grimleal, and in his return years after his initiation, he found only her tombstone. She had little to leave to him. But, it was there, and so he held together their modest residence for nearly a century and a half. In this time Malin devoted himself to a life of solitude and higher thought. The death of his mother weighed heavily upon him, as did their inability to reach one another in her final years; he sought enlightenment to better understand what had gone wrong, with the only love he knew.
Malin read many books of philosophy and Grimleal scripture, though little of substance was learned from the latter, for its true use was sensationalism. He became an intelligent and erudite young man. He educated himself from where his mother had left off, learning the countless small sciences of the remarkably unenlightened world... and when there was little left to learn, he turned to poetry and tea while gazing down at the world from the peak of his little mountaintop. Often he would sit beside his departed mother's gravestone, one teacup atop it for her, and another in his hand, sipping his brew while watching the sun rise in the morning. Malin was aware he'd wasted more years by that time than his mother had lived.
In the end, the most important fact Malin learned from studying tomes that aged faster than him was that life was best learned from itself; books could teach whatever one wished to find in the mundane, but to satisfy his heart's yearnings, he would have to go out into the world on his own. He packed his belongings and amassed what he could, before returning to more densely populated regions of Plegia and taking an active presence amongst the Grimleal, with no ambitions other than to serve the grand design of the Fell Dragon for the creation of a better world.
OTHER
Dragon form; Malin's draconic body expresses Grima blood, assuming a 23" foot tall draconic form covered in not just scales but bone-like plates adorned with tines and bladed protrusions about their edges. His true shape is a pale ivory white. Malin's wings are somewhat leathery things, imitating those of a dragonfly in quantity and shape. Cold black flesh can be seen between his individual scales and the plates shielding his limbs. While he possesses very slim, dark purple eyes in this shape, a crude mask-like visage sits atop his head with another pair of empty sockets and a non-functioning mouth placed in an eerily humanoid scowl. He is oddly lithe for his height in this shape, yet armed with a pointed maw of dagger-like teeth further armed by a pair of insectoid mandibles. Similarly, the appearance of his corrugated black horns resemble the thick antennae of a centipede, though they are immobile.
FACE-CLAIM
DRAMATICAL MURDER, beni
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