Alrion Flavaar

As he should always have been

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Patcharoo

Last seen at: Gambit's Bar

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Description

A man with a pleasant face. The greatest feature of his face is his eyes, deep and blue. His features are slightly effeminate, giving him a beautiful look rather then a boyish one. He has simple wavy light-brown hair and is otherwise simply a pleasant individual.

Personality

Alrion once was a womaniser, living an easy life, but these days he is much more plain. He is adept at the arts, using his natural ability to move him through life in a wonderful swirl. His nature is friendly and benevolent to those he deems good, though he has the potential to be ruthless against evil.

He has a weakness for wine and the helpless, quick to offer his hand to their aid when in need. He partakes in charity work to feed those who cannot afford to feed themselves and generally does good in the community.

Equipment

Lecarah (The Forest Eater, The Green Tongue, Grudge Breaker, Slayer of Magi)
Description
The blade was forged by the hatred of dwarves for the elves and their magi. Many were rounded up, ground to a fine paste and tipped into the fires of this blades making. The weapon grew to hate all elves and their magics, becoming drenched in its own powers to stop them. It was used in the wars against elves to clear forests with its green flame while at the same time setting up temperorary defenses for the dwarves.
The blade is magically enchanted, bound tightly within deep weavings, magical protections and other strong spells. The blade itself is simply elegent, slightly too long to be held with just one hand, dwarven in design, carrying all the grace and craft of the forge race. The blade has a slight curve in the middle on both sides, both edges incredibly sharp. The handle is weighted to provide good balance, lending to a more two-handed nature of the weapon. There is a simply intricate gold artistic design crafted subtly into the grip. The guard has very short hooked edges aiming inward towards the blade, so that a blade, once pressed against the guard, most be drawn directly back, not able to slide it off at the ends. The center of the blade appears to be a durable glass and the grip has multiple holes in it.
Enchantments
-Sharpness Enchantment: The blade is much sharper than it seems, capable of slicing through stone with ease.
-Fortifying Enchantment: The blade is enchanted to not be damaged under normal or even particularly bad circumstances. As such, the blade will not blunt.
-Shielding Enchantment: The blade has a tightly bound enchantment that protects it from magical (or other) powers, including its own Anti-Magic Enchantment.
-Vengeance Enchantment: Any magic or powers inflicted on the spell are reacted to incredibly violently, often sending out powerful spikes of energy or metal. Does not react to its own magic.
-Disruption Enchantment: The blade emits a high pitched, shrill whistle, which disables concentration of those hearing it, making it impossible to concentrate (The enchantment specifically disrupts the power source within the user, making it impossible to draw on).
-Infectious Enchantment: The center of the blade contains a green liquid. When gripped by flesh, needles protrude from the handle, injecting it into the palm of the user. The liquid is a dangerously addictive drug and both a powerful stimulant and steroid. The users mind becomes active and their physical capabilities are greatly enhanced.
-Refilling Enchantment: The blade slowly refills the green chemical in its center cache.
-Feast Enchantment: The blade reacts with different organic matter in different ways. Any wounds inflicted by the blade will not stop bleeding for a significant amount of time. The wounds will continue to blood openly without drying.
-Annhilation Enchantment: The blade reacts with different organic matter in different ways. On contacting wood, a deadly green flame bursts forth in two waves, the first burning all the wood nearest to ash in seconds, the second releasing a wave of explosive wood growth, in the form of sharp stakes as a palisade.
-Ignition Enchantment: The blade reacts with different organic matter in different ways. Dead flesh, including food, will be ignited on contact with the blade, setting the target alight with magical flames. These flames will not die down unless seperate anti-magic is applied before a regular method of putting out flames.

History

Alrion's younger life seemed standard, showing more potential in the field of magic then his brother. In his youth he was trained in combat with blades, taught to read and study as all young boys in a rich family should. His father was unkind, though he held a strong relationship with his brother which helped him get through his younger years and the beatings they both suffered. At their late teens they were sent to fight in a war with orcs. Drakus ws captured defending Alrion, but turned traitor to save his own skin, later meeting on the battlefield and dueling his brother.

From then on they never truly were close again until Drakus one day killed Alrion by plunging a knife into his back and throwing him into a lake. There the goddess of the lake saved him. She gave him the promise of demi-godhood if he could prove his worth. During this time he met up once more with his brother, involving himself in a petty feud with Drakus, and he met EvaLazaro, his first love.

At this time Alrion assumed the name 'Fawx' as he felt himself detached from his family, perhaps even above it. On his path to attain his demi-god status a curious individual by the name of Doll approached him, offering one of the four parts he needed. A friendship formed between them until past his ascension. Tragedy struck as Eva was kidnapped by a foul drow by the name of Brizriia. In the months it took to rescue her Alrion became reliant on Doll for support and comfort, even falling in love with her.

Eva's return was riddled with tragedy, Drakus going behind Alrion's back and speaking of his indiscretions to Eva. Alrion surrendered his own manhood in an attempt to show Eva that he loved Doll. Unable to accept this, Eva had her mind wiped, leading to a desperate bid to have her fall back in love. Betraying his brother once again, Drakus removed Alrion's demi-god powers which allowed him to come to terms with what he wanted most in his life, Eva, and thus he persued her causing Doll to leave forever.

Alrion Flavaar's Story

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-13 11:57:46, as written by Patcharoo
Alrion Flavaar looks to the side. "No, not Fawx," he says quietly, "Alrion Fawx was... a bad man." He stands, then bows, reaching out to take her hand. "Alrion Flavaar at your service," he offers as politely as he can.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-13 12:07:58, as written by Patcharoo
Alrion Flavaar slowly has a smile spreaad across his face. "Only if the lady allows me to walk her in the park to appreciate the flowers there. Possibly try her hand at art alongside myself?" This felt like a new beginning, something important. His mind for the moment recalled what it was like to be mortal. It would take some getting used to.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-13 12:15:21, as written by Patcharoo
Alrion Flavaar still had it hanging there, a piece of Eva he would never forget. He tilts his head to the side to allow her to get at the necklace. "I don't... mind. I just wish to be around you more."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-13 12:23:00, as written by Patcharoo
Alrion Flavaar nods. "You were afraid that when I ascended I would move on to another world... to be a god." He reachs up for her hand to take it. "But even if I had I would not have forgotten you. Even with the promise of everything I couldn't leave you."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-13 12:37:51, as written by Patcharoo
Alrion Flavaar cocks his head, lsitening patiently to her story. "The art of the real world. Of the beauty in things and people that we can't always notice from a glance. I don't want you to remember the things that happened. I think its best if we strive towards the future without looking back, at least for the time being."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-13 12:46:28, as written by Patcharoo
Alrion Flavaar shakes his head, then sighs. "You were taken, by a woman. A drow. The less we speak of the events surrounding it the better," he calmly says. It seemed he had this opinion of everything in the past. "My art is nothing impressive. A fruit bowl. A sphere. A cube. The mind boggles at how I can appreciate objects of such intense beauty like landscapes and yet I draw such dull things."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-13 13:08:19, as written by Patcharoo
Alrion Flavaar laughs at her first words. "What beauty can I find in a cube?" He accepts his glass and raises it. "I couldn't have said it better myself." He was treating this like a toast, waiting for her to knock her glass against his. Formalities and old behaviours were flooding back to him.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-13 13:18:06, as written by Patcharoo
Alrion Flavaar chuckles. "No, I'm afraid for family I am not very fortunate. There's my cold hearted brother who killed my father and my mother died of lonliness. Tragic, perhaps, but they were both getting old as it was. My brother and I share a manor of which we live in and own. There's not really much more to my life. am fine Eva, albeit a touch tired."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-13 13:34:57, as written by Patcharoo
Alrion Flavaar cocks his head. "Of course he's always this horrible, but he's mostly focussed at other people. It's best to keep your distance from the man at all times. And... yes with fields... but perhaps not the ones you are thinking of. The dreams you've been having are... probably completely fictional."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-13 13:39:43, as written by Patcharoo
Alrion Flavaar drums his thumbs on the table. "Peace, to be honest. No fighting, no suffering between people, but even if I want it I can't have it, so I will settle for the comfort of those I love being with me."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-13 13:51:59, as written by Patcharoo
Alrion Flavaar sighs. "Well... I fear mostly losing what I already have. Forgive me, for it is getting late and I feel I must rest."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-13 13:57:19, as written by Patcharoo
Alrion Flavaar nods. "Of course Sophia Eva." He moves around to give her a gentle cuddle.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-13 14:00:47, as written by Patcharoo
Alrion Flavaar nods. "Sweet dreams, Lazaro." He gently lets go and heads for the stairs. Up one floor he and Drakus fist bump and go their seperate ways.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-17 09:37:54, as written by Patcharoo
Alrion Flavaar steps lightly into the bar with two weapons slipped into his belt. His cloak was dripping wet and his hood had been up, but he seemed content, smile slipping onto his features as he noticd Eva. His careful steps carry him steadily through the room to EvaLazaro. "Hello," he says softly, moving to sit across from her.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-17 10:00:06, as written by Patcharoo
Alrion Flavaar removes his cloak, casting it to the empty seat beside him. "So so. I have been working, which is understandably entirely unusual for me. It makes me appreciate the value of money at least a little. Judge work. It's strange, but somewhere down the line I picked up the qualifications of a lawyer. Possibly a blessing of foresight," he says with a satisfied sigh.

"And then I spent one night giving soup out for the homeless. I'm afraid that I was so caught up being a demi god looking up to understand the big questions, give big answers and solve big problems that I never took a moment to look down and see that there were problems I could help with all along." He seemed satisfied by this, though he then admits; "The power was nice though..."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-17 10:17:44, as written by Patcharoo
Alrion Flavaar smiles, eyes dropping. "The past is so distant, Eva, but I do remember meeting you. It was perhaps a day like any other, but it was not to be such as we encountered each other. Ah... forgive me, but the hour is late. Perhaps I can share the story with you another time? I'd rather have the chance to sit down and speak of it properly rather then linger with my eyes constantly looking at the clock. Forgive me," he says as he stands.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-17 10:21:17, as written by Patcharoo
Alrion Flavaar raises an eyebrow. "That would be delightful. I will see you again." He heads for the stairs promptly before one of those other nutters in the bar can blow him up.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-19 09:02:04, as written by Patcharoo
Alrion Flavaar drops from the air and lands, sword in right hand jitte in left. He spins the both and points them for Xenthriss. "I challenge you to mortal combat!" he shouts out.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-19 09:02:58, as written by Patcharoo
Alrion Flavaar flicks his weapons back into his hands. "Do you accept or are you a coward as well as a knave?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-19 09:04:36, as written by Patcharoo
Alrion Flavaar folds his arms. "I thought as much, coward," he says, sheathing his sword and turning away.