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Alexander Typhen

"To die in battle is the ultimate honour."

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a character in “Legends of Gialpha”, originally authored by Gamer_Templar, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name: Alexander Typhen

Race: Avian

Primary Skill: Melee combat

Other Skills: Competent artificer and technomancer

Basics: White hair, pale skin, green eyes, 6'2", 179 lbs, 25 years old

History: The Typhen family claim to be descended from a veteran of the Nocturnal War, a craftsman who took up the sword in defence of his country. While some dispute the accuracy of events which are now largely viewed as mere legends, it is beyond doubt that the Typhens pride themselves on their skill as artificers as much as warriors. Their keep is located on the border of Forestien, close to Ravendale, away from the jungles their kind are normally associated with. The only son of the current ruling lord, Alexander was brought up to uphold the traditions of his house, to understand the inner workings of their advanced technology and be ready to use it in defence of their land and its yeomen.

Little over a year ago, the family's territory had been attacked by a rival house, a Dwarven clan from the east, spearheaded by four boxlike beasts of iron and magic. Landships. Alexander went into battle alongside several dozen sky knights, backed up by scores of men-at-arms. Though the blades of the sky knights were powerful enough to cleave through the thick hulls, they had been caught ill prepared by their foe. Victory had come at a great cost, and Alexander was gravely wounded in the fight. It took their finest doctors and surgeons months of work to bring him back to good health.

Alexander made very few public appearances since his recovery, and whenever he did it was always in full armour. Those close to him saw that he had become increasingly withdrawn and restless, as if itching for battle once more. And then, one day, he simply left without a word. The last time anyone had seen him, he was headed north to Polara, presumably to hunt the great beasts that reside near the roof of the world...

So begins...

Alexander Typhen's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Drake de Lascaux Character Portrait: Nyx Sadow Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen Character Portrait: The Guardian

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Drake swore he would have been gored had it not been for Alexander throwing the bull's attack off. Oddly enough, it seemed even the professional knight of noble stead hadn't landed a good blow. He could see the Avian try to orient himself after the attack, clearly off balance from something.

The bull Therian stumbled and turned away as dark magic impacted him from Nyx accompanied by some other stranger he hadn't seen with them before. Wherever she came from, her help was welcome.

Drake frowned as Vanarak began to stumble away from them and drop his axe. The beast roared and mumbled to himself while tugging his horn and clawing at his face. Perhaps the saying that bulls see red held more truth to it than probably the entire party wanted to admit.

Part of the Corsair wanted to drop everything and run to see what became of Lailah, if she even managed to hold on somehow or not. He glanced in her direction and found blue aura around her body projected by some sort of fairy. He had seen the fae associate with Yevoc previously, though it was a minute detail he had simply shrugged off to focus on more important things like an entire goblin village controlled by an ice troll with glowing eyes. Regardless, satisfied that Lailah was at least being tended to in some way Drake turned to Vanarak the Therian bull and watched him like a hawk, bloodied sword in hand. Anything else, even the pleas of another fae present for them to stop, simply melted into background noise as the sound of his thumping heart filled his ears and the hoarse, angered breathing of the Therian continued to puff out in a visible mist due to the cold. The moment it made a move he didn't like, he'd pounce.

The setting changes from polara to Gialpha

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Drake de Lascaux Character Portrait: Nyx Sadow Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen Character Portrait: The Guardian
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The setting changes from gialpha to Polara

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Drake de Lascaux Character Portrait: Nyx Sadow Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen Character Portrait: The Guardian

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Lailah's mangled form spurted blood and twitched every few seconds. The young noble to drift in and out of consciousness, completely numb to pain in her state. Everything seemed so cold and dark...

Then, slowly, warmth came upon her. She could not see, hear, or comprehend where or why this warmth came about. All she knew was that it was a most pleasant feeling, akin to taking a rose scented bath. A sensation which washed away all woes and worries. Vaguely, in the back of her mind, she could hear the clashing of steel, the shattering of earth, and some hot-blooded shouting. The knight in her urged her to wake up and help, yet...

I'm sure Alexander, Captain Drake, and the others are more than capable of taking care of it...," she thought, her lips curling into a slight smile as Ash's blue light gradually restored her face.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Drake de Lascaux Character Portrait: Nyx Sadow Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen Character Portrait: The Guardian

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So much was going on around him, Ash was finding it hard to concentrate. The bull seemed to be settling down, though not at all calm. A new avian seemed to appear out of nowhere and was helping the others for which he was grateful. He could sense that Lailah was beginning to wake but he wasn’t finished healing her yet. He knew he had to speed up the process and the blood that had pooled in the crater began to flow from the crater back into the few open wounds that remained like a waterfall going in reverse. Ash knew the blood would help her to regain her strength. After all the blood had gone back into her there was nothing more he could do, she was healed but she had to wake up on her own. He took her back to the cave to get away from the bull should he decide to go on a rampage again. He set her down gently. “Hey, uh… girl, you need to wake up. We’re not exactly in a safe place right now.” He spoke as he shook her shoulders in an attempt to wake her up.

Yevoc was following the trail of dust as quickly as he could before it dissipated. He managed to get to the center of Frosthiem before it completely vanished. Luckily, he saw that the trail had led directly to an old cemetery and seemed to end abruptly at a plain looking headstone. As he walked through the city he was met with stares, muffled gasps, pointing and whispering. He had almost forgotten the fact that he was royalty until these people began to make a big deal out of seeing one of eleven princes of Polara. Before he could get to the gate of the cemetery, he was already swarmed by a mob of people. “Okay, look everyone, I need you all to back off of me.” He began to shout in order to be heard. “I have some important business to take care of, but afterward I will sign autographs and answer all the questions you want. Just let me do what I have to do first. Please go back to your daily routines.”

The setting changes from polara to Gialpha

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Drake de Lascaux Character Portrait: Nyx Sadow Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen Character Portrait: The Guardian

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The setting changes from gialpha to Polara

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Drake de Lascaux Character Portrait: Nyx Sadow Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen Character Portrait: The Guardian

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Barrelling towards the wild bull, Alexander was taken completely by surprise when he felt a hitherto unseen projectile slam into him like a sack of potatoes. While the force of the blow did not stop him outright, it did stagger him enough that his charge veered off course, only able to strike a glancing blow at the Therian, if that.

Briefly glancing round to try and see what on earth had hit him, the sky knight saw that Nyx was now up and about and trying to subdue the minotaur despite breaking her leg mere minutes ago. The dark elf was also accompanied by a robed Avian woman. Latecomer to the bounty or not, the extra help was most welcome.

The winged maiden landed a most palpable hit on the Therian's head, and Alexander hefted his greatsword in preparation for making a killing blow when the bull fell to his knees, covering his face and tugging at one horn. Confusion overrode anger as Alexander held back, though he didn't dare relax his stance. As had only recently been proven, even a momentary lapse in concentration can prove fatal.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Drake de Lascaux Character Portrait: Nyx Sadow Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen Character Portrait: The Guardian

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Vanarak's mind was in a complete uproar. What was he supposed to do!? His thoughts melded with each other. Would they try to kill him? Should he let them? And then that bubbling rage inside him. Vanarak knew that even if he was to decide on letting the people kill him then his mad part would take control. He would fight to survive, no matter what. He unconsciously reached towards the axe, receiving killing glances from both Drake and Alexander. He muttered a quiet apology as his hands grasped the axe. So this is how it's supposed to be?

His eyes focused, there was more than his attackers. His eyes suddenly fixating on the small woman approaching him, Tikal. His left hand still partly covering his face as she begun to talk with him. Vanny? Vanarak was about to release a small chuckle as the grip on his axe was reminded. The bubbling inside his chest feeling like a volcano just about to explode. He hefted the axe upwards, The visage of Tikal was growing blurry, everything turning slightly reddish.

A gentle tune penetrated his mind. His head was completely blank, just that lone tune wandering throughout him. It was... soothing. Just before everything blew, he had no control of his arm as he overhead swung it directly infront of him with enough power to jam it into the ground. Missing Tikal with a few centimeters.

Vanarak loosened the grip on his axe falling backwards. Sitting himself down in the snow. His head hanging lowly downwards, like a shamed animal. His mind was gently reforming his thoughts. The soft tune working its way throughout him. Vanarak's first thought was the simple one that he had never felt more relaxed.

He wanted to thank Tikal, He wanted to check on the girl. He wanted to apologize to the warriors and he wanted to act imposing to the Avian who had hit him. But he really couldn't attempt to move. And in all honestly, that was rather nice.