Post by Baan Dar on Jul 8, 2005 22:58:49 GMT -5
Name: Creoncern
Age: 89
Sex: Male
Clan: None
Country of Origin: Summerset Isle
GENERAL APPEARANCE.......
Hair: Platinum, standing up fairly straight
Eyes: Brown
Complexion: Fair, appears kind
Height: 7'8"(Altmer, obviously)
Body Type: Thin, ribcage visible
Clothing: Spotless expensive clothing
Jewelry: none
Markings/Tattoos: none
Fighting skills and abilities: Master in mysticism and conjuration, extremely proficient in healing and enchanting
(It may seem like a god mode thing there, but his downsides are coming up)
Weapons: none
History/ Background: Born with a twin brother after some shady operations were carried out by Bretons in his homeland, Creoncern was the smarter, but weaker, of the offspring. The Bretons had been drinking skooma, and after reading “Notes on Racial Phylogeny,” decided to see what they could do. As a result of the “experiment,” Creoncern lost the natural overflowing magicka he would have along with other strengths aside from intelligence and his will, but inherited the weaknesses. He became susceptible to all diseases and was hurt immensely by the smallest magical attack. Preacher’s attempted to cast spells on him to help resist magic, but they spells reversed and made it so healing was ineffective to him. He was taken into the custody of the temple for protection and his brother came along, always relying on his unfortunate brother’s word before acting on his own. He honed his skills in the temple, learning and perfecting using simpler spells like teleporting out of danger, conjuring guardians when he couldn’t, enchanting items to help the church make money from travelers, and in secret trying to create a spell that would make him normal. After a while he saw it futile and focused on strengthening his brother, Denswick. He had his brother collect scraps of daedric metal from the travelers and enchanted them to permanently make the holder stronger. Due to the reversed spell on him that stopped helpful magic, he had no problem in giving tem to Denswick. As the Daedric shards would cause questions among the priest, Creoncern forced himself to put Denswick in an enchanted sleep, and then inserted the shards into the body that simply lay there, using conjured tools so the evidence wouldn’t be found. Once a priest saw this occurring, however, and the two boys were excommunicated from the temple for necromancy. Recently, they have been provided with a sterile environment by Baan Dar in return for services in magic.
Additional Information: The daedric shards do have side effects, but those will be in Denswick’s information.
Name: Denswick
Age: 89 (apears younger due to elf blood)
Sex: Male
Clan: None
Country of Origin: Summerset Isle
GENERAL APPEARANCE.......
Hair: Brown, pulled into ponytail
Eyes: Grey
Complexion: Uptight, nervous looking
Height: 5’9”(looks like a Breton)
Body Type: Slightly muscular
Clothing: Common blue robe, pauldron on left shoulder, sack with scrolls at his right side
Jewelry: None
Markings/Tattoos: Covered in scars
Fighting skills and abilities: Almost master Skilled in the schools of destruction and illusion
Weapons: Scrolls, if those count
History/ Background: Brother to Creoncern, Denswick has power but is, unfortunately, worried most things so he doesn’t use it much. The daedric shards implanted in him give him unholy strength, but often scrape and tear at his tissue, causing a pain that would make the strongest of warriors scream. He is able to protect his innards with a potion that is simple to make, but must be taken hourly or the pain is so great he can’t even move. Luckily, the shards do more then simple additions to strength and pain. When someone he cares about is in risk of losing their life, the shards make his abilities skyrocket, a gift from Clavicus Vile apparently, but after the life is saved Denswick is an inch away from death’s icy grip. His illusion skill was honed when he stole the daedric shards and he practiced with destruction to protect his twin. Being as simple minded as he is in all matters aside from spells, he does whatever his brother asks him and often is used as Baan Dar’s agent in more dangerous places
Additional Info: His history is the same as Creoncern’s, and he serves Baan Dar as payment for a sterile lair that his brother resides in
Age: 89
Sex: Male
Clan: None
Country of Origin: Summerset Isle
GENERAL APPEARANCE.......
Hair: Platinum, standing up fairly straight
Eyes: Brown
Complexion: Fair, appears kind
Height: 7'8"(Altmer, obviously)
Body Type: Thin, ribcage visible
Clothing: Spotless expensive clothing
Jewelry: none
Markings/Tattoos: none
Fighting skills and abilities: Master in mysticism and conjuration, extremely proficient in healing and enchanting
(It may seem like a god mode thing there, but his downsides are coming up)
Weapons: none
History/ Background: Born with a twin brother after some shady operations were carried out by Bretons in his homeland, Creoncern was the smarter, but weaker, of the offspring. The Bretons had been drinking skooma, and after reading “Notes on Racial Phylogeny,” decided to see what they could do. As a result of the “experiment,” Creoncern lost the natural overflowing magicka he would have along with other strengths aside from intelligence and his will, but inherited the weaknesses. He became susceptible to all diseases and was hurt immensely by the smallest magical attack. Preacher’s attempted to cast spells on him to help resist magic, but they spells reversed and made it so healing was ineffective to him. He was taken into the custody of the temple for protection and his brother came along, always relying on his unfortunate brother’s word before acting on his own. He honed his skills in the temple, learning and perfecting using simpler spells like teleporting out of danger, conjuring guardians when he couldn’t, enchanting items to help the church make money from travelers, and in secret trying to create a spell that would make him normal. After a while he saw it futile and focused on strengthening his brother, Denswick. He had his brother collect scraps of daedric metal from the travelers and enchanted them to permanently make the holder stronger. Due to the reversed spell on him that stopped helpful magic, he had no problem in giving tem to Denswick. As the Daedric shards would cause questions among the priest, Creoncern forced himself to put Denswick in an enchanted sleep, and then inserted the shards into the body that simply lay there, using conjured tools so the evidence wouldn’t be found. Once a priest saw this occurring, however, and the two boys were excommunicated from the temple for necromancy. Recently, they have been provided with a sterile environment by Baan Dar in return for services in magic.
Additional Information: The daedric shards do have side effects, but those will be in Denswick’s information.
Name: Denswick
Age: 89 (apears younger due to elf blood)
Sex: Male
Clan: None
Country of Origin: Summerset Isle
GENERAL APPEARANCE.......
Hair: Brown, pulled into ponytail
Eyes: Grey
Complexion: Uptight, nervous looking
Height: 5’9”(looks like a Breton)
Body Type: Slightly muscular
Clothing: Common blue robe, pauldron on left shoulder, sack with scrolls at his right side
Jewelry: None
Markings/Tattoos: Covered in scars
Fighting skills and abilities: Almost master Skilled in the schools of destruction and illusion
Weapons: Scrolls, if those count
History/ Background: Brother to Creoncern, Denswick has power but is, unfortunately, worried most things so he doesn’t use it much. The daedric shards implanted in him give him unholy strength, but often scrape and tear at his tissue, causing a pain that would make the strongest of warriors scream. He is able to protect his innards with a potion that is simple to make, but must be taken hourly or the pain is so great he can’t even move. Luckily, the shards do more then simple additions to strength and pain. When someone he cares about is in risk of losing their life, the shards make his abilities skyrocket, a gift from Clavicus Vile apparently, but after the life is saved Denswick is an inch away from death’s icy grip. His illusion skill was honed when he stole the daedric shards and he practiced with destruction to protect his twin. Being as simple minded as he is in all matters aside from spells, he does whatever his brother asks him and often is used as Baan Dar’s agent in more dangerous places
Additional Info: His history is the same as Creoncern’s, and he serves Baan Dar as payment for a sterile lair that his brother resides in