Post by The Nameless One on May 25, 2013 10:11:34 GMT -6
Vordekell (The Nameless one)
I am one you called -
deep in the night you lost your soul.
Through demon eyes you saw
what lies behind the mask of life.
To ride with me - to cross the firesea...
were these your greatest dreams?
Eternal wisdom you will earn -
far away from present days.
Through demon eyes you saw
the spheres I left for centuries.
Shadows of the worlds beyond -
they touch you like a burning wind.
A circlegate of neverending journeys
in close to the eyes
you now call your own.
Walk the path of spirit
into dimensions unknown.
Through demon eyes you died.
"Goodness reflects the light,
And evil, bears the seeds of all darkness.
These are the mirrors of the soul,
The reflections of the mind.
So choose well, wanderer,
For here lurk truth and damnation.
It belongs to you
And your imagination. "
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one hundred and fifty-three || Seer||Potion maker||Granter of which one desires most||The watcher||Saitrell|| MALE
technically Chaotic evil :3 gotta love him.
Abilities -- Visions| Dark magics| Poisons and potions| Necromancy| Portals| Shape-shifting
Family -- Averine (Deceased mother)
Companion(s) -- Vasthus (First human who fell for his promises and got turned into a beast)
Lover- Prince Aaedryn (Deceased)
Personality : Cryptic, cold, Mysterious. "Helpful", trickster and deceitful. Angry and spiteful. His entire life is devoted to granting "wishes" through his magicks at a a severe price and watching the greedy fall claim to their own devices he had brought upon them.
Weaknesses : Magic, Fire, fatal wounds such as impaling and beheading. His soul stone being crushed.
Vordekell lived a simple life as a child, his Mother a great seer to a powerful rising Human kingdom long before the split of the worlds. He was not only her only son but her heir to the position, she taught him everything from poisons to portals it was the world he always wanted. A simple life was all he ever wanted, to serve along side the great kingdom that had sheltered them provided them actuary from the Saitrell hunts in return for offering the fruits of the future to better the kingdom. Vordekell had been taught that the future could never be derived from that all paths lead to the same end and he took her words as truth. He was never allowed to leave their humble little hut of a home nestled deep into the woods when she left for the castle, He would dream of it's luxuriousness when she would return with stories. He wished that one day he could be a king with loyal loving subjects just like the king who had granted them a life and purpose. As he grew his mother aw him eligible and promised him a trip to the castle to work along side her truly as her apprentice. The news excited him finally he would see the world he had always wished to be apart of; When they arrived in secret he was taken aback by the size of the castle and courtyard. He was allowed a reprieve of the excitement and told to adventure around the courtyard while she conducted business as usual. He wandered the beautifully constructed courtyard happily, absorbing the view and enjoying the scenery. His eyes eventually laid on a young man who identified himself as Aaedryn the youngest of three brothers and prince. Vordekell knew not how to address such royalty instead he stood completely frozen unable to say anything to him, the prince laughed at his inability to communicate to him and ushered him to go off and enjoy the rest of the castle with him. Time went on and years passed, Vordekell and Prince Aaedryn became the closest of friends, playing pranks on the workers of the castle and occasionally slipping out into the woods and into the village for more terrorizing fun. Vordekell had never experienced such things in his entire life and before he knew it he was smitten with the Prince. Unable to express such feeling for the fear of loosing the only friend he had acquired he kept his pining heart to himself, In hopes that one day he could find a moment. One night under the stars, Vordekell was showing Aaedryn his magicks he had learned, creating colorful fire floating in patterns to entertain his friend. Aaedryn stood next to him smiling before looking quickly to his feet Causing Vordekell to curiously look at his friend then in the quickest moment his heart seemed to abruptly stop. Aaedryn had pulled his friend into a shockingly unexpected kiss. Vordekell pulled away quickly his tone of voice wavering with embarrassment and his face despite being covered in a soft white down of fuzz was obviously blushing hard. Aaedryn explained how he knew that Vordekell liked him, and that unlike other mortals he liked him back even if it was wrong to his people. Aaedryn smiled as Vordekell moved in for a kiss of his own, and that night they became one.
They kept their relationship entirely secret knowing the consequences of either parties finding out would be something devastating. Vordekell became entirely devoted to his magicks and at night he was always sneaking off to his prince. He never knew that the world he loved so much would start to crumble around him and it would all fade into obscurity.
Vordekell had a vision, and it tore him to pieces, his beloved would die. He crumbled to the floor of the simple shack he called home, tears dotting the dirty wood. How did someone come to terms knowing that the person they care about more than life itself would end and they could never stop it? He was crushed but determined to prove his mother wrong that the fates could be changed. in the midst of their usual gathering at night he proclaimed his deathly vision to his beloved who seemed shocked at such a premonition. He shrugged it off promising Vordekell he would be cautious and such a thing would not happen and to ease his nerves. But the images haunted the back of his mind clawing at his very essence. Vordekell constantly checked on Aaedryn after that, he didn't care if their relationship would be found out anymore he only cared now about his well being. Trying hard to deny the words he was taught when he was young that what he saw would not and could not be avoided. two years passed and no such thing had occurred, it gave him a calming feeling to the grating claw-like unnerving in his being. He accompanied his mother with her castle duties one day, where she told the king blatantly His kingdom would be coming to the end and he would watch as all before him fell into great fire and turmoil. The king was outraged at such a vision ordering her to leave at once or he would strike them down where they stood. Vordekell became worried as they wandered home, the king who had usually been given such good premonitions about his ever growing empire his attitude of such situation made his bones quiver. Vordekell insisted that afternoon he would go pick herbs despite his intense desire to not leave for the worry of his lonely old mother being in danger. He eventually gave into her whims and left to do as she told and in the back of his head he knew he would regret it.
On return from his gathering of the herbs, he saw smoke rising from the distance and he quickly dashed for home throwing down the full basket of herbs to the ground. He ran all the way home only to her the anguishing screams of his dying mother, he didn't know what to do he scrambled to help her rushing to the hut's entrance only to be grabbed from behind and picked up. He kicked and struggled only to be thrown to the ground with a thud. And what he saw before him horrified him even more, it was the King's men. He couldn't comprehend but his body screamed for him to get into action and to try to fight back. His magics basic at best were no use to him as he was unable to concentrate on anything and tried to flee. There where only three of them left but it was enough to take him down, he was beaten for they didn't want to kill him quickly no they wanted him to suffer as they tore his wings in the struggle. He remembered coughing up his silvery blood watching the fire as one man took advantaged of his broken bloodied body, and when the horror was over he felt the burning tip of a sword pierce through his stomach. It was over. They left him to die bleeding, his eyes pointed towards his now burning home as it all began to fade to black. Something caught his eyes, a shimmering shard in the dirt. He extended his hand towards it unable to grasp it properly. He took a chance and muttered a weak incantation and then the world slipped from his fingers.
He awoke in gasping, horror still gripping him tightly his eyes widened looking around grasping at his own chest terrified like a rabbit caught in a trap. But he was alone, and all around him nothing but ash and the ruins of what use to be his world. He tried to stand but his body ached. In his hands a large crystal like shard, the thing that had saved his life. He gripped it tightly his hand and tried once more to stand. He stumbled but made it to his frail legs, walking with light limping steps to the wreckage of his home. It smelled of burnt flesh and hair making him gag and relieve his aching stomach of it's contents and blood. Their lay the remains of his mother and all the things he ever knew, he crumpled to the ground and cried with every last ounce of energy he had. Sorrow gave way to anger, he stood and gave a promised he would see the end of every mortal and his first choice of vengeance was the fall of the kingdom. Years passed, Aaedryn knew not what had happened and eventually married. The king still gripped the throne with an iron fist determined to keep the empire strong and ever growing. Vordekell Stripped himself of his name leaving it behind in the ashes of his old life and turning to a new darker horizon. He perfected his arts in dark magicks, he built himself a new home at the base of a mountain hidden in the dense fog of it's forests. The magicks he did forbidden or not he continued them bitter and alone. He eventually became a hermit never leaving his home unless for ingredients, letting his hair grow in a matted manner. He made rumors and passed them to the nearby village disguised as a man of affluence making more and more seek him out for handouts, and their every wish and desire to be fulfilled. He delivered unto these people with the darkest intentions, promising them all they ever wanted with something from them in return something simple, from a lock of hair to a piece of jewelry or clothing which they always gave unto him. Whatever they had wanted he whipped up for them and they spread his magnificence to the winds before those who originally wished and dreamed seemed to drop off the face of the world. He would come to them when they least expected in the throws of their desire, in the peak of their power and he would take the beasts as his own, decorating his walls with their now ghastly cursed heads. All in an attempt to reach the seat of powers ears and bring them groveling to their knees.
Eventually the day he sought came to him, riding alone on a horse of pure white. The eldest prince of the three and what he wanted couldn't be more than what the Nameless wanted himself. He grinned offering the man into his home, feeding him and giving him shelter in the harsh storm that had suddenly appeared. There the prince had realized whom he had stumbled upon and greedily begged the creature before him for what he desired most, POWER. Through sharp fangs he grinned providing the man with all he needed in return for the royal signet ring he had on his finger which the man gave him gladly. With some fancy magicks and a potion he returned to his greedy customer and sent him off with a smile and a wave before he himself got ready to watch his plan in action slither through like venom pumping through the veins, Finally he had reached its heart. The king grew ill unexpectedly and died in the most horrific manner possible, and the Eldest took throne tearing down everything his father had brought upon the land. And The Nameless watched it all as the kingdom broke out into a civil war and it was crushed continually. He enjoyed watching them loose everything they ever cared for, ever LIVED for jut burned away in bloody battles. The inexperienced king tried to push for a larger empire only to have the whole thing fall on top of him. When The Nameless came to check on his falling king only to come to a scene which made his blood run cold into his veins, The eldest determined to hold his reign had attempted to kill his younger brothers successfully killing the middle child of the bunch. And there lay before him now was his very own beloved, he walked slowly to the wounded Aaedryn getting on his knees to touch the very face he had loved once more. Aaedryn's eyes widened for he knew those eyes he stared into now, And The now Nameless Vorekell apologized for what he was about to do, And he killed his lover only to seal his soul away into a stone much like his. The only way he knew to save his beloved from the turmoil to come. He picked up his self now covered in the blood from his deceased lover and continued on. He let the kingdom fall into ruin for more years to come as the greedy king turned into a beast, eventually his subjects finally raised against him and he was driven off into the forest wounded and now nothing more than a beast. War raged on for there were no rightful heirs to the throne and it was free game for any willing. He Enjoyed it all and only craved more of the anguish and sorrow, He was determined to watch the world around him fall into the very anguish he had known.
He continues to lead those astray who search of riches and power, continually corrupting the very balance in hopes of bringing a new era, HIS ERA.
Call him whatever you want He'll answer to it. and uh...Contact me by PMing
