A Dekan Sage and last of the Guardians.
Dekan - A race of creatures created from the power and wisdom of the ancient blue dragons known as the Armenes. In their creation, the Dekan took up humanoid form but with a light blue hide, like that of the dragons that created them, though some were created with snow white, coal black, or royal golden hides instead. In humanoid form a Dekan ranges between 6' and 6'7" and can be either lengthy or well built, depending on profession. All Dekan has at least three or four gills across their cheeks And a small dorsal-fin like protrusion out of their back which is similar to the webbed spines on the backs of the ancient dragons. Everything else is dependent on their blood line.
The Nagul House and Bloodline of the Dekan Sages - A bloodline selected by the last Armenes dragon and blessed with a deep natural sense of the land and everything else with vast elemental power, though fire and ice are said to be their elements they can harness with little difficulty. Their skin is pure, snow white. Their eyes are hued with either a hint of frost or flame within the natural tones though the most common are sky blue and misty green. Some were said to have light amber of violet eyes as well. Their hair is a sandy-tan, unlike the strange sea-colored hair of the normal bloodlines. The Sages represent the natural harmony and balance of nature and they are the bloodline tasked with guarding the land's pure elements from the spread of corruption from the elements of Chaos.
Asirma'Nagul
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 5"
Weight: Unknown
Eye Color: Sky Blue with a frosty edge
Hair Color: Sandy-tan
Scars: A three claw slash down his back, hidden by his armor. Another three claw slash wrapping under his chin and one long and crooked cut from right shoulder down to the edge of the wrist on his tight arm.
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Asirma
A Guardian of the land that ensures it won't be claimed by the powers of Chaos. He is the last of his kind and must now protect the very races that have left him with nothing but his weapons and his thoughts.
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The Infinite Void
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Hunter_Killer
Description
Personality
Over countless years his mind has been forged into one devote to his duties as a Guardian, even if he is the last of his kind. Once fun and a great friend to all races, he is now mostly drawn in and refuses to talk to any of the races responsible for the loss of his home land. Those include: Humans, Elves, Half-elves, Dark Elves, Giants, and the Dhan. Words are no longer what he chosses to communicate with, though his mind is fluent in most languages of the races, he choses not to talk, or only to speak in the ancient dialect of his lost race. When pressed he will respond and if he helps it is only for the better of the lands. The only foes he knows of is Chaos, though, if it wasn't for his task of guarding the races, he would be quick to place them as his enemies as well.
Equipment
A Guardian travels only with what is needed to fight Chaos. The Last Guardian Travels within the range of his new found home, and a vast collection or armaments to make his final stand... Asirma is in his Final Stand...
Armor - Armor of Dekan make is all plate male and high grade materials, where weight isn't an issue of the wearer. Many kinds of armor involves deep blues and indigos or vibrant reds and golds, to model after various features of the Dragons they came from. The collection of armor Asirma now holds is numerous in both name and design though there is one pair he seems to favor: Froianne.
Froianne Armor (Also known as Guardian Armor)
While Froianne isn't the strongest or the heaviest of armors it does one thing most of the other armors can't do. It allows the user to channel his natural powers through the armor to help create a formidable defense or offense. It is colored in crimsons and golds. (more to come)
Zhen - A unique race deserves a unique weapon and the zhen is the marvel of that. A staff that varies in length between 5' 6" and 6' 2" with bladed ends on either side ranging between 1' 6" and 2' 6" the zhen was a weapon designed and wielded by Dekan. Their weight and size is only easily controlled in their hands as all zhen are enchanted to be wielded by any Dekan, though some are only for those of more natural talents. With their blades in arched curves, like a crashing wave during a tempest, the zhen are reapers of flash and most other things them come into. Asirma's collection of zhen is almost as numerous as his armors though he often favors an Honor Zhen. A Zhen given to a Dekan that achieves the status of Sage.
(More to come)
History
(Yet to be written)
So begins...
Asirma's Story
Asirma enters the bar slowly, making sure his viel is in place and his cowl is still covering his head so only his icy blue eyes are showing. In his left hand he grips his staff like weapon, each end with a 2 foot curved blade. He looks around before going to take a seat and remains there, watching everything but saying nothing.
Asirma glanced from his solitary seat away from the chaos, his mind focused on other matters to drown out the sounds of every patron in the bar. A newcomer entered, yet the foot falls sounded all too familiar to him. With the speed of an striking adder his head snapped up to the door and his icy blue eyes locked on a lone figure reworking her cowl. "It can't be..."
Asirma could tell certain thoughts and emotions swelled within the other as he heart the beating of her heart. He stood slowly and walked casually over to her, as though she were an old aquantince and stopped close enough to her to pull down his viel where no one else could see and whipser on the shadow of a breath, yet even that would be all to clear to her with them so close. "How about we talk outside... away from all the distractions?" He replaced his viel and stepped back, letting her decide what to do.
The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to Wing City Gardens (South)
Asirma followed her from the bar and entered the gardens, thinking back to their homeland and how it could make such places look like little more than some false attempt at true natural beauty. He looked at his cgloves and then at his zhen, the last memories he had of home... that and his armor. He thought that, apart from those that fallen to the chaotic evils of the mists, he was the last of his kind but now he finds one from one of the other 5 royal houses. He searched around them to make sure no one was around before he undid his cowl and viel and revealed his snow white skin, as his webbed ears unfolded from hugging his head and he relaxed a bit more, though his grip on his zhen never slackened.
Asirma felt and heard her words strike home. Forgetting that his blood line had split from the others, to take up solitude and protect their home from chaos. With such memories it also reminded him how all duties fell to him as he was the last of his kind, and that he had failed his duties, with their homeland now the chaotic fortress of the mists. He whispered ever softly but ever so clearly, "The last of the Guardians..."
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there were three lines, The sages, the knights and the royal lines. The sages became the guardians, the knights were corrupted to the mists and the royal lines were the main))
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you would be of the 'Ntol line))
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i'm from the 'Nagul))
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the manuscript is the rough of my story... it is written on paper not online... sorry))
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Asirma looked to he and looked to his zhen, he hesitated and for the first time in many years, he set aside the zhen of the sages and looked back to her. "I failed your kind as well as the land... I had always carried the burden with me, believing I was the last, and that was a bitter punishment for my failure... to live and live with none left alive, forever hunting the creatures of the mist..." He did not cry, sages were devoid of such actions, though he was filled with grief. He looked back to her, "How?" The direct of words of his question weren't needed, as they were the apparent last of their kind.
Asirma glanced over and quickly put his cowl and viel back on before the newcome saw any of his features, and taking up his zhen.
Asirma put his right hand on Kaimi's shoulder and whispered so low that only one of his kind could hear. "I too bare scars from fighting the mist but the worst of all is knowing that three of the fallen Knights are the creators of the mists in the foriegn lands..." He glanced at the other of one of the other races, "It is not our place to comfort them and sometimes i grieve for our isolation, but it is of the old ways and must be keopt... since they are long decendants of those that slew our kind's creators... the Armenes Dragons."
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kept*))
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Asirma looked to Kaimi and he felt his breath catch in his throat. "It is my duty, as it is said in the old scriptures... that I must 'go out inot the lands, without home or rest until the mists and scattered by my hand or I am taken by them...' I follow because my path has been a solitary one, but now I know there is another of my kind out there and, hopefully, even more have survived than I once had thought. But even when I know i must leave... I do not want to leave you..."
Asirma took her hand in his and kissed it. "It is an honor for a fallen sage to take one of royalty with me on my quest. While I cannot promise eay times I will promise that your uselessness will turn into a purpose and your-self pity will ebbe away into the shadows, for those are the controlling thoughts of the mist and my powers will be your shelter. For too long I thought I was alone in the sea of chaos but you were my lighthouse to see reality in a hopeful light." He removed his right glove to gently touch her cheek, knowing that his touch would feel cold, and drew it away, afraid should it cause her harm. He put the glove back on.
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ok))
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Asirma looked at his hands then at her eyes. "Long ago... back when the last Armenes creaked our kind, it seperated three of the royal houses, to one they blessed the ability to rule, to the other the gift of guarding the land, the sages, and to the last the power to guard against all foes, the knights. With each given their task the sages were of white skin, to signify pure commune with the land, the knights were given black for ferosity and power, and the last were given gold of equality. While the ruling house vanished the Knights and Sages remained... Our kind soon learned from nature how to control the entities of fire and frost... but with the price that our touch determined what element we used... Our right is frost and our left is flame... and that is why my left never leaves my staff..." He looked back at Kaimi, uncertain of her reaction to all this.
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hello WE))
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Asirma looked to her, " I can... though your abilities will not be as pronounced as mine, I can teach you of both the Sages and the Knights, for one of my closest friends was of the last knights that did not fall to the chaos." Inside he felt warmed and happy, for that thought of being alone was caste aside and the hope that he still hasn't failed his kind.