A pleasant faced man sporting blonde hair and lively features. He dresses brightly in light colours of red, gold and sky blue, mostly with high colours and white shirts underneath.
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Mindsear
A blade enchanted not to break and never to lose its edge. Those cut with it will feel a searing pain attacking their mind.
Magician's Cape
An unassuming red cape.
Fire Bombs
Small glass orbs about the size of a golf ball. When they shatter they ignite, spraying flames in a small radius. Primarily used for distraction and intimidation.
Red Magic
Red magic is the spirit of energy, life and passion. It embodies all things driven by emotions, be it flames or driving people to anger.
Fawx
Given the name Alrion once used as his own to hide from his brother this majestic bird has sharp talons and burning wings. Incredibly loyal to the core and a carnivore, Alrion is very fond of this immortal creature.
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Alrion Flavaar
A curious effort
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The Infinite Void
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Patcharoo
Description
Personality
In an old life, Alrion was a womanizer and a drunk, but he grew from these matters as all responsible men should. Nowadays he is much improved, being a womanizer and a drunk skilled in combat and uncaring about life. He spends most of his time talking about some woman he once knew but doesn't anymore. His tales are usually sullied by his drunkenness and his normally polite and friendly manner is more arrogant and selfish.
History
Alrion Flavaar was betrayed twice by his brother, and died once. His brother changed sides in the war, then literally stabbed Alrion in the back and left him for dead. Did he die? Was the woman who saved him really a goddess? Answers to these questions he will never know. All he knows as that it has been a long time since he saw her. Eva. The woman he once had in his grasp and lost.
So begins...
Alrion Flavaar's Story
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.
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.
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."
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."
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."
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."
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.
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."
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."
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."
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."
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.
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.
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..."
"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..."
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.
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.
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.
Alrion Flavaar flicks his weapons back into his hands. "Do you accept or are you a coward as well as a knave?"