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The Dreamer · 03-03-2008, 07:39 AM

OOC: *GM Approved*

Name: The Dreamer

Race: Asmodian

Class: Sorcerer

Age: Appears around 28.

Description: Tall with shining red eyes, pale blue skin, and long white hair. A black tattoo covers his right eye, almost imitating a scar. He wears a black cloak, knee-high boots, and pants.

Biography: Once a captain for the Asmodian army, he is now a well kept secret among high ranking officials. He was banned from fighting with his own race, due to his "Unwillingness to limit and control his power, and his inconstancies with determining the difference between his enemies and allies". This was issued after an incident where he killed a band of Elyos, as well as his entire squadron, replying simply to the investigators, "I'm not quite sure why they all wanted to die...really had they just not gotten so close to the Elyos they would've been fine. They must have been depressed..." He was instantly labeled insane, and if not for high record of success with the killing of Elyos, would have been sentenced to death on the spot.

He since then has been coded with the name "Mad Wolf" and is sent out on various assignation and sabotage missions. However, he often vanishes from the eyes of his assignors and will go months at a time before returning for another assignment, claiming that he grew bored. This has only confirmed most of the officials theory of Dreamer's mental health; however, it is whispered among a few that perhaps The Dreamer has his own agenda in mind...what this could be though, is beyond anyone's grasp.

IC: Dreamer

Leaning against a large rock, Dreamer looked upon the carnage that spread before him. He had chosen this pot as it was an ideal place for viewing, and offered no risk of being spotted. As the Dreamer watched, he began humming to himself a merry tune. It had been quite the amusing show, especially when whoever had casted that blinding flash, took out some of his own. In truth, if not for the caster being an Elyos, Dreamer might have sympathized with him. After all, he knew better than anyone what it was like to have your own men get in the way...

After watching a Templar fend off a few more remnants of the Balaur, his eye caught sight of a few more of the lizards trying to make their escape across the hillside. "Tisk, tisk. That just won't do..." The Dreamer grinned menacingly, as he stretched out his left hand. A golden beam shot out of its palm and divided, hitting each Balaur in its vital point. The Dreamer watched as they went down, as if in unison, mesmerized as the breath of life went out of them, "So...beautiful..." After waking from his hypnotic state, he realized it might be best to leave, as he could now see an Elyos sorcerer had noticed his spell, and was in the process of locating him.

Leaping down from his hiding spot, he landed in a clearing coming face to face with another Asmodian. Some-what taken aback, by the stranger's appearance, Dreamer quickly regained his calm demeanor. He could tell that the Amodian was an assassin, and could already guess what he was hear for. Clearing his throat, the Asmodian began to recite the message he had been given, "Mad Wolf, has been ordered by royal decree, to go to this location immediately for next assignment." The assassin handed him a map, "Failure to do so, will be a charge and sentence to torture and death. We are to escort you there."

At the last line, two more assassins appeared from behind Dreamer, as if they had simply come out of the rock. They were good. Dreamer's mind then began analyzing the message that he had just heard. For to receive a message such as that, they must really be desperate to get him back. A smile suddenly appeared on Dreamer's face; this might be interesting. Turning to the head assassin he replied, "You know...It's very rude to sneak up on people like that." Raising his finger, flames erupted around Dreamer, consuming the three "escorts". The Dreamer listened to their screams; it was as if a chorus of divine creatures had begun to sing just for him. As the flames died down, he barely glanced at their burnt corpses before summoning a portal and stepping on through...

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03-03-2008, 07:39 AM	#24 (permalink)
The Dreamer Daeva Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Right here. Legion: Crimson Resurrection Race: Asmodians	OOC: GM Approved Name: The Dreamer Race: Asmodian Class: Sorcerer Age: Appears around 28. Description: Tall with shining red eyes, pale blue skin, and long white hair. A black tattoo covers his right eye, almost imitating a scar. He wears a black cloak, knee-high boots, and pants. Biography: Once a captain for the Asmodian army, he is now a well kept secret among high ranking officials. He was banned from fighting with his own race, due to his "Unwillingness to limit and control his power, and his inconstancies with determining the difference between his enemies and allies". This was issued after an incident where he killed a band of Elyos, as well as his entire squadron, replying simply to the investigators, "I'm not quite sure why they all wanted to die...really had they just not gotten so close to the Elyos they would've been fine. They must have been depressed..." He was instantly labeled insane, and if not for high record of success with the killing of Elyos, would have been sentenced to death on the spot. He since then has been coded with the name "Mad Wolf" and is sent out on various assignation and sabotage missions. However, he often vanishes from the eyes of his assignors and will go months at a time before returning for another assignment, claiming that he grew bored. This has only confirmed most of the officials theory of Dreamer's mental health; however, it is whispered among a few that perhaps The Dreamer has his own agenda in mind...what this could be though, is beyond anyone's grasp. IC: Dreamer Leaning against a large rock, Dreamer looked upon the carnage that spread before him. He had chosen this pot as it was an ideal place for viewing, and offered no risk of being spotted. As the Dreamer watched, he began humming to himself a merry tune. It had been quite the amusing show, especially when whoever had casted that blinding flash, took out some of his own. In truth, if not for the caster being an Elyos, Dreamer might have sympathized with him. After all, he knew better than anyone what it was like to have your own men get in the way... After watching a Templar fend off a few more remnants of the Balaur, his eye caught sight of a few more of the lizards trying to make their escape across the hillside. "Tisk, tisk. That just won't do..." The Dreamer grinned menacingly, as he stretched out his left hand. A golden beam shot out of its palm and divided, hitting each Balaur in its vital point. The Dreamer watched as they went down, as if in unison, mesmerized as the breath of life went out of them, "So...beautiful..." After waking from his hypnotic state, he realized it might be best to leave, as he could now see an Elyos sorcerer had noticed his spell, and was in the process of locating him. Leaping down from his hiding spot, he landed in a clearing coming face to face with another Asmodian. Some-what taken aback, by the stranger's appearance, Dreamer quickly regained his calm demeanor. He could tell that the Amodian was an assassin, and could already guess what he was hear for. Clearing his throat, the Asmodian began to recite the message he had been given, "Mad Wolf, has been ordered by royal decree, to go to this location immediately for next assignment." The assassin handed him a map, "Failure to do so, will be a charge and sentence to torture and death. We are to escort you there." At the last line, two more assassins appeared from behind Dreamer, as if they had simply come out of the rock. They were good. Dreamer's mind then began analyzing the message that he had just heard. For to receive a message such as that, they must really be desperate to get him back. A smile suddenly appeared on Dreamer's face; this might be interesting. Turning to the head assassin he replied, "You know...It's very rude to sneak up on people like that." Raising his finger, flames erupted around Dreamer, consuming the three "escorts". The Dreamer listened to their screams; it was as if a chorus of divine creatures had begun to sing just for him. As the flames died down, he barely glanced at their burnt corpses before summoning a portal and stepping on through... Tag: any __________________ Follow me through the doors of chaos. Last edited by The Dreamer; 03-03-2008 at 07:45 AM..