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Re: Clash of the Titans (Not A FanFic. Read for explanation.)
By: Black Hand Date: August 6, 2014, 12:36 am
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[quote author=Uleni Athram link=topic=66.msg4646#msg4646
date=1407296132]
A low-blowing cavefish muncher? Why, you backstabbing (hurrhurr
hubba hubba) hackle-lo blower of an assassin! I oughta...
So Sethyas expects to defeated and never was?
How about being cannibalized by a crazy, combat sadomasochistic,
thrill junkie Breton spy? Does he expect.... Celdryn
Minan'Kherus, Hydra of the Utter Most West, Faery Fay Prince of
Pitilessness, The Killer-King of Bravil? The Golden Knight of
Violence? These are all but names, a sobriquet men tagged him
for they dare not utter this Abhorred One's true name...
Does Mephala's Chosen expect the Angel of Dagon himself?
:(
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S: "In seeking my own death, I was ironically imbued with life.
Azura chose me, but I chose Mephala. Your words must do well to
intimidate the inexperienced. I have no titles, no threats.
Silence is the harbinger of my coming. Death itself the effect
of my shadowed cause. If it must be that we cross swords this
day, so be it.
"We are two possible outcomes of a coin spinning.
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Re: Clash of the Titans (Not A FanFic. Read for explanation.)
By: Uleni Athram Date: August 6, 2014, 4:01 am
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So... Can I take that as a yes on your part, Blackie? That
Celdryn vs Sethyas can happen?
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Re: Clash of the Titans (Not A FanFic. Read for explanation.)
By: Elisabeth Hollow Date: August 6, 2014, 2:06 pm
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I'd have to make a completely new character, since (SPOILER
ALERT) Kayla never really got to be Meridia's paragon like she
was supposedly destined to be.
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Re: Clash of the Titans (Not A FanFic. Read for explanation.)
By: Colonel Mustard Date: August 6, 2014, 3:13 pm
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I'm probably going to have to think of a character as well,
seeing as my priorities have long since shifted away from
fanfic. Hmm...
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Re: Clash of the Titans (Not A FanFic. Read for explanation.)
By: Black Hand Date: August 6, 2014, 6:29 pm
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[quote author=Uleni Athram link=topic=66.msg4657#msg4657
date=1407315701]
So... Can I take that as a yes on your part, Blackie? That
Celdryn vs Sethyas can happen?
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You called out the thunder.....
Now reap the whirlwind.
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Re: Clash of the Titans (Not A FanFic. Read for explanation.)
By: Uleni Athram Date: August 7, 2014, 7:22 am
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What did They do, the Three Thieves of Old,
In the Gut of The Star Wounded East?
Eleven Spells For Elven Hell,
And It Tore You From Twilight's Breast.
Let Her Hand be severed, Her Darkness be mocked!
Let spider-silk providence be killed by destroyer's curse!
Plots and schemes, interplay of shadows and voidlight,
under mine gaze, let them into nothingness burst!
As from the marrows of dying Nirn's bones,
I ascend, fire kissed, blood lighted; Celdryn Minan'Kherus.
Hail, Sethyas, Son of Murder. Bastard of Tragedy. I have met
many of your kind in my crusade. Byronic in temperament,
lifeless in passion and passionate in lifelessness; they all
served the light in darkness, no matter what shadows they hid
in. They all waxed philosophical nonsense before they met their
ends. About how the Void was sacred, the darkness the only
constant entity that stayed "true" that would accept their
benighted souls.
Hm.
We both know better. Yes. We do, don't we? That standing under
banners, that kneeling before crowns and thrones, submitting
before the aetherial and the cthonic... That abiding by an
idea... Are all meaningless. All of them. No banner stands tall
after ten thousand years. Neither crown nor throne shall survive
the blood that shall rust it. Gods and demons are merely spirits
with ego; prove yourself stronger and you can erase them and
supplant them. And an idea.... You can infest it before it can
make itself manifest.
The only thing that is true, the only thing that ever was true,
is ourselves.
*Smiles a soul-damning smile*
I want to go to Up, Sethyas. I want to go Up and Gain my Wings.
I want to Wake Up and Reach That Place, like your Traitor and
Your Conqueror. Can you help me reach Heaven, by violence? So
that I can Wake the World Itself?
Will post Celdryn's character sheet later.
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Re: Clash of the Titans (Not A FanFic. Read for explanation.)
By: Black Hand Date: August 7, 2014, 9:59 pm
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Oh, it's no secret that I love Uleni's characters and verbosity.
S:"I know of what you speak. It's just another trap.
The Missing God, was never missing. He was every space that he
was sought in, and his insane twin: Tosh Raka, Akatosh, kept us
all in line every time we dared to Walk Like Them Until We
Became Them.
A circle turned on it's side become an 'I', and it is said that
Lorkhan never, ever forgot it.
Now you quote the riddles of the Syllable of Royalty, CHIM. You
think by realizing 'you' aren't real, you will wake up from this
dream that we are separate. But, those who have achieved it,
speak of another level beyond.
Amaranth.
To achieve CHIM is to control the Dreamer. To achieve Amaranth
is to become the New Dreamer.
It's just another trap.
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Re: Clash of the Titans (Not A FanFic. Read for explanation.)
By: Uleni Athram Date: August 8, 2014, 2:23 pm
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POST YOUR CHARACTERS NOW SO WE CAN BEGIN THE POLL GODDAMNIT
WOOHOO
As for Sethyas.. Hmph.
Celdryn: That Hand on your Face. Is it to Conceal, or is it to
Restrain? For I can sense Something Else speaking through your
Words. Do you truly Own yourself, Spiderson? Are your Words
really your own? Or are you Puppet, dancing to the Tune of the
Cosmic Jesters? I do not want Amaranth. I want CHIM, so that I
may give unto the Sleeping World full of Unenlightened Sleepers,
the Path Concealed.... and Unlight it for them. Every Person,
Every Living Thing, reaching past CHIM and kissing Amaranth.
Think and Wonder, Spiderson. Would that not be Glorious? Would
that not be the Most Beautiful of Endings? So Come and Give Your
Wailing Flesh unto Mine Rending Teeth so that I May Reach
Heaven, Little Incarnate. Come, and be Devoured.
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Name: Celdryn Minan'Kherus
Nicknames and Aliases: The Faerie Fay Prince of Pitilessness,
Hydra of the West, The Blessed Devourer, Angel of Dagon,
Killer-King. Dis Rehn Dis Gahnon/He Who Is Handsome In Tragedy
Age: Unknown ( Appearance-wise 27 )
Gender: Male
Race: Breton
Birthsign: The Steed
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Weapons: In combat he butchers enemies with his two 'godless'
ebony axes - Aldarauro and Mescataure, both of them unenchanted-
and a Daedric short glaive with broad leaf-shaped spearheads on
both ends. This weapon actually has sentient spirits inside it,
instead of the usual one. It has constructed itself as a
hive-mind of sorts, and whispers to Celdryn the weaknesses of
the enemy and the state he's in, while sundering the opponent's
armor. It can also be halved in the middle, allowing itself to
be used as dual sickles, in the event his two axes be torn from
him.
Armors: Armor of the Heirophant. Personally commissioned by King
Gortwog as a gift and forged by a co-operation of Nordic, Orcish
and Hammerfellian smiths, this Armor was custom built for
Celdryn's physique and combat style without sacrificing armor or
even style. It is light, remarkably durable and does not hinder
Celdryn at all. One small point of interest is the fact that the
whole armor, even the cloths, are grafted into his very body. So
Celdryn cannot take it off. It is, however, enchanted to
periodically cleanse his body and burns. And to mesh well with
his 'spotlight-spy' activities, can even change colours so no
one can be suspicious of him wearing the same thing over and
over again.
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Fighting Style: Celdryn is ambidextrous, and as such, can be
utterly devatasting and unpredictable in close-combat. He is
ferocious and demonic, using sinister and foppish movements to
entrench his opponent to a straight-up duel, a scenario of
fighting that he immensely enjoys. He can batter through
defenses with his Orc-like strength or he can blitz his opponent
with wind-breaking speed.
He thrives on pain, both his and his enemy's, and draws
unnatural and perverse power from it. He finds anguish like a
drug, like a shot of adrenaline, and it empowers his physical
and mental prowess to a certain level that it increases his
stamina, his durability and speed, but not to obscene levels.
Since he is also a very skilled acrobat and pit-fighter, he not
only uses his axes and spear, but also his body as a weapon as
well. He can dance and summersault away from danger, or he can
simply stop it in its movements with a well-placed groin-kick or
an elbow to the eyes. And such is his mastery that all of these
various movesets he can execute without preamble or flaw. He is
like a tsunami in combat; a wave of lethal strikes that simply
wears down his opponent until they wither away. But with his
glaive and a proper whip-up of ice-cold frenzy, Celdryn turns
from snake-poison lethal to a complete monster of malignant
grace, a devil's poetry in motion.
(TL;DR: Imagine the combat elegance of Vamp from Metal Gear
Solid 4, mixed with Wushu, mixed with Krav Maga, mixed with
Darth Maul's ferocious Staff Combat.. add a healthy dose of
Combat Sadomasochism and ta-da! You get Celdryn.)
Skills and Abilities: Apprenticed to Orcs, Nords and Redguards
in the various arts of warfare, it can be safely said that
Celdryn is a tried-and-true master in his chosen martial arts.
His natural talent for violence, coupled with the unimaginably
hellish training he went through, ensures that he is at the top
of his peak; in both skills and body. His Breton blood gives him
a nice resistance to magic, and the harsh life he has led has
him laugh through pain that would make a lesser man keel over
and cry. His years as a spy in the intrigues of High Rock's
courts has lent him a serpentine mind that brooks no mental
weakness whatsoever from him. Those years also granted him
skills in Acrobatics; when charming wouldn't work, he could
always climb towards his target after all. His skill in the
arcane arts is also not something to be laughed at; when he went
Mad, something dark within him stirred and it unlocked his
magickal potential, and even without proper training, he could
cast Adept level spells.
Spells: In addition to his repetoire of Adept level spells in
Destruction, Illusion, Mysticism and Alteration, Celdryn, in his
long quest to subdue opposition, has created three unique Spells
that only he can use.
Symphony of Ruin/ Kel Du Rin:
*Nazgul Shriek*
In mockery of the Nordic Shouts, Celdryn, using forbidden
magics, harnesses all of the roiling hatred within him and
Shrieks pure Evil at his enemies. Those who hear such an ungodly
noise must contend within themselves as from every corner of
their mind, whispers of infernal suggestions now run rampant.
Used in conjuction with the Boastful Benediction.
Apophisian Fire:
"Let's have a Chat, you and I."
A combination of Illusion and Destruction, Celdryn hurls a gout
of eldritch fire at his opponent, simulteneaously burning him,
paralyzing him and digging up a vision of the target's most
darkest and greatest failure; literally making them burn and
helplessly recall their most soul-damning moment. This comes at
a great cost to Celdryn; it consumes half of his reserve of
magicka. He uses this when all else is naught and he is backed
in a corner.
The Boastful Benediction:
"See now the Ones who Came before You. Feel their doom, and
despair."
Mixing Mysticism and Illusion, Celdryn sends to his enemies a
glimpse of the last horrifying moments of ALL of his
cannibalized victims to his targets, overriding their minds with
the victims' undilutated pain and horror. Used as a diversion
spell.
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History: Celdryn was born in Bravil, to a drug-dealing father
and a con-queen of a mother. He had little to no guidance from
them, and as such, grew to be quite the rascal. At a young age,
he had engaged in gang-related activities and soon, he was a
wanted criminal for various offenses, ranging from minor to
severe. He was utterly remorseless, unrepentantly unhesitant in
committing the most heinous of sins, taking pleasure with the
dance with death. Due to this, he rose quickly through the ranks
of the organization, the Rheu Sorxhel, he served in. By the age
of 17, he had murdered forty eight people, including his
parents. When he became 20, he had become the unofficial but
undisputed ruler of Bravil and Leyawiin through sheer terror
alone. Even the Counts were his puppets. But the power of it all
got to Celdryn's head. He became unduly tyrannical and made
power enemies, enemies that were beyond him or his organization.
It came to the point where he assaulted and violated the
Imperial Legate's daughters. The Grand Council of the Rheu
Sorxhel, not wanting to be dragged down with the young man,
placed a hit on him, using the Dark Brotherhood. They entrusted
the Assassins to make Celdryn's execution as brutal as possible,
as to appease their unnecessary enemies.
And they did.
With nearly half of Bravil's underworld, they beat Celdryn to a
pulp and healed him to full recovery just so they could do it
again. Some of them even profaned him. This continued for a
whole week, and they tortured the young man that if he would
just accept his fate they would make it quick. Celdryn being
Celdryn, he spat in their faces and dared them to do worse. So
they continued their abuse for a whole month until Celdryn's
mental resistance finally broke and he pleaded with them to
stop.
They crucified him in his own home and set him and his own house
in fire.
When the smoke cleared, nothing was left. Not even bones.
And after a month passed, the Rheu Sorxhel was destroyed. All of
its members, from the lowliest grunt to the decadent
figureheads, they all turned up dead. Mutilated beyond
recognition. Some were even tortured beyond imagining.
Nearly all were cannibalized.
And they were not the only ones who were Devoured, but everyone
that had a connection to them too. Their families, their
associates, their families' associates and the associates'
families.. All of them. In just under three years, the Rheu
Sorxhel, numbering 800, in addition to the innocent casualties
which numbered in 2000, were murdered and cannibalized. It shook
all of the Empire to its core. Some pointed to the criminal
organization's enemies as the executioners, but even they were
not safe. Even the Imperial Legate and his daughters.
Only a mindless monster could do this, one so bereft of humanity
and compassion that it would fell any who stood in its way.
And perhaps that is what Celdryn became. He survived the
crucifiction and the fire somehow, and now he roams the land as
a moaning burned man, covered in bandages that stank dearly,
killing anyone and anything in his sight. His aimless wanderings
ended when he was captured by a band of Orcs near the border
between Orsinium and High Rock, and only the divines know how he
manage to get there. Celdryn tried killing them, and he was
successful with a handful, but no matter what unnatural
durability he had, he was no match for the Orcs that outnumbered
him. For his crime of trespassing and murder, the Orcs sentenced
him with death by hanging.
Celdryn survived.
He even laughed as he dangled like a ragdoll.
Now thoroughly impressed - and a tad bit terrorized- the Orcs
brought him into the Kingdom of Pariahs, before their King,
Gortwog. The young and bright King, after hearing the Orcs'
report, saw use in Celdryn and bid his servants to care after
him and his grievous wounds. Meanwhile the Orc King sent his
best agents to gather information on this... enigma. When Celryn
finally awoke, he awoke with the King beside him, offering him
something that the young Breton, even in his maddened state,
could never refuse.
Thus began his life as Orsinium's best spy and assassin.
When his training was complete, he was sent out into the world,
to be the Orc Kingdom's eyes and ears and sometimes, dagger. He
actually did his job exceedingly well; his past background as
the puppet master of two cities helped him navigate the
treacherous courts of High Rock and in a short amount of time,
he was the toast of various noble Houses, exalting him as one of
the best tools to be used in the noblity's never ending power
games. With his reputation now properly sunk in, Celdryn began
feeding Orsinium with the plots he unraveled, secrets he
stumbled upon.
In fact it was Celdryn Minan'Kherus who informed King Gortworg
of all the little things that would eventually lead to the Warp
of the West. He was an active participant in that calamitous
event, and when it was all done, Celdryn.... became Aware. Of
Numerous Things beyond normal Comprehension. About the Universe.
And the Revelation of it all drove him Madder than Ever.
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Re: Clash of the Titans (Not A FanFic. Read for explanation.)
By: Black Hand Date: August 9, 2014, 12:39 am
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Name: Sethyas Velas
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Nicknames: Seth
Titles: Nerevarine, Godslayer, Incarnate, Savior of Vvardenfell,
Dragonborn
Age: 230 in 4E 210, 540 in Dragon Break Shards
Gender: Male
Race: Dunmer
Birth-sign: The Serpent
Primary Weapons
Black Hands Dagger An artifact of Mephala, this Daedric Dagger
has been passed down for generations from Grandmaster to
Grandmaster of the Morag Tong. Its powerful enchantment can rip
the very life-force of the victim to the wielder. Combined with
his preternatural gift and talent with short blades and his
ability to almost instantly determine weakness and openings in
opponents for the most effective strike, nothing breathing has
survived an encounter with Sethyas and this blade drawn.
In his own words: "I am a master of the bow, only in skill.
Twenty paces away, I can miss. And the probability for survival
of the target is greater. I am a Master Swordsman in both battle
and inherited traits from Nerevar. Three paces and less, and the
survival of the target is reduced. But,...put a dagger in my
hand, and a pace away...and the truth I have experienced so far,
is that nothing can withstand whatever it is that tells me where
and how to strike. I am alive today to say this because of this
talent. I don't know where it comes from, I don't know if it's a
blessing, curse, or something else entirely....however, being
that close to my opponent I am also vulnerable to their own
weapons and talents. The Black Hands Dagger is the only reason I
am alive for this other truth."
Bloodskal Blade
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In the Events following the defeat of Dagoth Ur, and the
mysterious disappearances of the Tribunal, Hircine's
once-in-a-millenia ritual called the "Bloodmoon" reopened once
more on the Isle of Solstheim.
By coincidence, or perhaps by subtle design, Sethyas found
himself here during a self-imposed exile. During his stay, he
came across a blade that was called "Bloodskal" The sword was
cold no matter how long it was held, and it seemed to move and
sing of it's own accord once in play.
He would later find out that the blade was in fact enchanted
with the soul and intellect of the first Mortal Champion of
Hircine's game, in order to help defend Nirn from an Oblivion
invasion. Much as 'cursed' weapons have been known to corrupt
and eventually destroy their wielders, the Bloodskal Blade is a
'Pure' weapon that enhances and communicates with it's
wielder...if the sentient blade finds them to be worthy.
It most commonly communicates through images in dreams at first,
but as the two begin to understand one another, it develops into
an instant, intuitive flow.
The Bloodskal Blade possesses little else in terms of
enchantment, aside from the fact that it is a Silver weapon
primarily for the man-beasts of Hircine, though the undead also
seem to possess a weakness to it's material.
The blade can also change it's form and balance to better suit
the wielder, this is not an instantaneous process, but rather it
develops with the bond over time. When Sethyas found the blade
it was an ancient Nordic longsword in form. Two hundred years
later and it has taken a double-edged rapier-like form with an
elegant hilt. Well suited to dueling and a variety of other
styles.
It is not known if the following trait is a consequence of this
gradual form change capability or not, but the sword cannot be
broken, tarnished, or otherwise destroyed. It has survived the
deepest chills of the most frigid Nordic lands, and the hottest
pits in Red Mountain, and even after one thousand years of rest
in the Bloodskal Barrow, it was perfectly polished and gleaming
the same as the day unknown hands laid it to rest.
Despite this, the sword is not any more capable of penetration
of armor than another blade of similar quality. Glass, Ebony,
Daedric are still stronger in comparison.
Bow Of Shadows
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Legend has it that the Bow of Shadows was forged by the Daedra
Nocturnal. The legendary ranger, Raerlas Ghile, was granted the
Bow for a secret mission that failed, and the Bow was lost.
Raerlas did not go down without a hearty fight and is said to
have, with the aid of the Bow, taken scores of his foes with
him. The Bow grants the user the ability of invisibility and
increased speed. Many sightings of the Bow of Shadows have been
reported, and it is even said that the sinister Dark Elf
assassin of the Second Era, Dram, once wielded this bow. -
Legends of Tamrielic Lore
Whether Daedric in nature, or not does not change the lengthy
list of victims that have been delivered swift death with this
legendary bow. Able to make it's wielder either invisible
entirely while motionless, or simply increase stealthiness in
shadow whilst moving the Bow of Shadows has been a favorite
among the stealth-related trades for centuries. It's composition
is unknown but the strength has been shown to be comparable to
an ebony bow.
Armor
Sethyas prefers light armor of a darker hue for the obvious
advantage to his primary talent and trade of assassination. In
the fourth era, he has been shown to be wearing the reacquired
garb of the Morag Tong.
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Fighting Style
Trained in the arts of the "Rain-On-Sand" "Golden Reed"
"Marshmerrow" and several other forms ranging from defensive to
outright lethal. His training began with the 'Killer Priest'
Goren Andarys, a Monk in the service of Mephala and Master of
the Ald-Ruhn Chapter of the Morag Tong. He continued through his
experiences and contracts. He also picked up a mastery in battle
meditation from the Dissident Priests faction in Vvardenfell.
Despite being armed with some of the deadliest weapons known to
Tamriel, he is always a pragmatist and will always consider only
himself as his only true asset. Throughout decades and centuries
of wanderlust and battle, Sethyas Velas has had two hundred
years of battle-proven techniques, learned from failures, and
trained extensively in the martial arts against a variety of
enemies, ranging from mere cave-rat, to nearly-omnipotent
Demigods. His concentration is unflappable, and can quicken his
perception of time to almost superhuman levels for short periods
resulting in lightning-fast reaction times.
Sethyas is a Grandmaster-Level Assassin, rising quickly though
the ranks in the Morag Tong, and eventually taking on the Dark
Brotherhood mantle two centuries later. He showed no signs of
decay in his level of skill, passing a variety of contracts with
ease, usually in a subtle and even creative manner. He is
absolutely silent and invisible in shadow, adept in alchemy and
poison, an absolute virtuoso with a dagger, and an extremely
skilled marksman. While preferring the Bow for it's versatility,
he has been shown to have an appreciation for the armor-piercing
capability of a Dwemer-Make Crossbow.
Unknown what the nature or the source of his greatest talent is,
but he is skilled to a preternatural level with short-blades;
daggers in particular.
Merciless.
Sethyas can be perceived as kind, wise, foolish, et cetera. What
is undeniable is that he is a taker of life. What has drawn
breath, he has likely killed. Guilty or innocent, man or beast,
he has been confirmed to even have taken the lives of Dagoth Ur,
and Almalexia, powerful Demigods of Morrowind's past. A proven
predator time and again, he is beyond mere concepts of 'good and
evil'. In spite of this, he has still been shown to have immense
compassion and empathy, despite his station. Almost in
contradiction, his journals and demeanor speak of how he has
never even blinked an eye in regards to his kills, in spite of
these traits.
Intelligent.
Showing signs of educated and scholarly ambitions from an early
age, he was trained to read and write which led to a lifetime
passion of reading, research and exploration. A large part of
his wanderlust is fueled by his desire to learn of ages long
past, and the cultures of today. He has spanned nearly the whole
of Tamriel in this time, and is considered by many to be an
expert in a variety of fields including alchemy, history,
literature, weaponsmithing, cultural anthropology and a variety
of others. This largely adds to his resourcefulness, able to
turn the tides of difficult scenarios with the least of his
surroundings and environment.
Biological Immortality
As a result of the Curse-Of-Flesh, or Coprus Disease from the
days of the Nerevarine, Sethyas is immune to the effects of both
disease and age. He bears the same visage at two-hundred and
thirty years of age as he did at thirty-five, with absolutely no
degradation in his level of strength and endurance. While
extremely toughened by a lifetime of conflict, he is not immune
to the effects of injury and can still die as any other mortal
would in a lethal level of injury.
Despite this, he has been injured to the point of
semi-evisceration not once, but several times, usually saved
only by his powerful healing libations, or the soul-devouring
power of the Black Hands Dagger. This has given him a
highly-toughened countenance when it comes to receiving injury,
even taking it into account for his equations of how to defeat
and destroy his enemies in desperate scenarios, including his
fight against one of Almalexia's Hands: Salas Valor.
Willpower.
A lifetime of dealing with both the sacred and the profane has
given Seth a Willpower far beyond mere iron. He will see to it
that a goal is done no matter the cost. As such, he is also
resistant; almost to the point of immunity, to
perception-altering magicks, specifically the College of
Illusion.
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Come to me, Celdryn.
Through pain, through madness, through the hells of Every
Outcome.
Show me the Maw that makes Oblivion quake.
Show me the Dead Eyes that makes Aetherius quell.
Show me the Idea that propels you forward.
Show me Decades of Despondence, and I will show you Centuries of
Unending Blood.
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Re: Clash of the Titans (Not A FanFic. Read for explanation.)
By: Uleni Athram Date: August 9, 2014, 3:01 am
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Wow.
Okay.
So, now that we had a little info on both our characters, I say
we get right into it! Will create the poll thread now. The only
thing that remains now.... Is well, finding the writer I guess.
If we couldn't find a Writer then we could always just RP the
Clash according to the results of the Poll.
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