Description
Basic
Name: Indras Kier
Age: 72
Birthday: February 3rd
Height/Weight: 6'0"/167lbs
Gender: Male
Race: High Elf
Class: Warrior
Branch: Fighter
Level: 3
Backstory
Family: Mother, father, and two younger brothers. They're all mages in Nevramur, and from a minor noble house. He also has an exceedingly magically talented aunt who travels Heiralva.
Homeland: Nevramur
Deities: Atheist
Personality:
+Patient|+Kind|+Helpful|+Confident|+Hardworking
/Calculating|/Calm|/Ambitious|/Social
-Uncompromising|-Arrogant|-Aloof|-Unorganized|-Vain
History: Indras was born the eldest son to a minor noble family in Nevramur. He was their golden child, talented in both magic and combat, and eager to learn. He lived a comfortable life among the glass towers due to his family's status, and struck up a close friendship with the drakinfolk head of his house's guard who taught him even more about how to fight.
As soon as he came of age, he gladly began his enrollment in the magic school of Nevramur. At first it was a struggle. He was often unwilling to listen to teachers, and was surrounded by magicians as talented as he. His struggle to remain the best of his class became impossible to continue, and with his morale now in cinders, he decided to throw himself into his swordsmanship instead-- leaving magic behind. His parents were disappointed with this choice, and wrote to his aunt who was a powerful sorceress traveling the world. After much convincing, she returned to Nevramur and met her nephew. Rather than put in the effort to teaching him magic, she challenged him to a fight. He was reluctant at first, but after witnessing her power, was soon swinging at her with full force. He was easily defeated, and his aunt coldly told him he was a fool for throwing away a skill when he had every resource to hone it at his disposal. Even if he did choose swordsmanship in the end, if he combined it with magic he could become the best swordsman ever known. He was angry with her, but this combined with the convincing of his parents caused him to return to Lora've and continue his education.
He lacked the power to be the best, but was far from the worst, and he soon found he had a talent for explaining magical theory and technique to his classmates. He began to enjoy the power and versatility of magic, and was well liked among his peers. After many years of learning he graduated with flying colors, and after a few more classes, and some traveling, he decided to return to Lora've to become a teacher of both magical theory and basic weapons training. He loved teaching, and things went smoothly until a particular student took one of his classes. This high elf student had magical ability that far outclassed any Indras had seen before, and only seemed to be taking the class as a formality. Excited, Indras willingly helped the student learn spells beyond the level of the class, and eventually struck up a sort of friendship. Things took a dark turn, however, when the student asked for access into Nevramur's forbidden library, locked too all but a select few due to the nature of the spellbooks within. Indras struggled with the decision, but eventually helped the student gain access for a single night. Weeks later he learned that the student had learned dangerous necromancy spells thought to be locked away, and that the heads of the school had found out about Indras's involvement in helping the student gain access to these books. Indras never learned what happened to the student, and ended up being forbidden from entering Lora've ever again. In addition, his magic was sealed away by way of a crystal sealed to his forehead. With this crystal, he could only use the most basic of spells, and only with a splitting pain stemming from his forehead.
He left Nevramur after this, and traveled to Girasol. After seeing the guild's actions during the Runtas Festival Joust, he decided to join and leave thoughts of Lora've behind. It was time to build a new, and less certain future for himself.
What do they want?/Goal: To have their magic restored, and to be admired.
Flaws/Weaknesses: Tends to lose things, has a poor sense of direction, can be swayed by praise, has a fear of small spaces and being buried alive.
Likes:
-Warm cider
-Feathers
-Showy Magic
-Blue
-Mist
-Fighting
-Weaponry
-Music
-Kites
-Riding horses
-Magic Theory
-Mint
-Swimming
Dislikes:
-Cold
-Indecisiveness
-Cabbage
-Small spaces
-Churches
-Being alone
-The gem on his forehead
-Scars on his person
-Rough cloth
-Prattling
-The heads of Nevramur's school
-Slimy things
Relationships/Bonds: TBA
Stats:
Health: 70
Attack: 85
Speed: 70
Defense: 70
Rage: 5
Abilities or Spells:
Sudden Blow: Indras has a single guaranteed hit on any opponent lower level than him. This only works if he is close enough to hit his opponent with his sword, and he'll have to give up his next turn after using this ability. This uses his rage stat instead of his strength stat. Can only be used 3 times per day, and once per battle.
Distract: Using what little magic he can muster, Indras can pull any enemies within a 30 foot radius's attention away from his companions and towards him instead. He can only use this 4 times per day, and he'll end up having a headache later.
A Talent for Swimming: When underwater, Indras gets a boost of (5*[his level]) speed in battle unless his opponent lives underwater.
Weapons:
-1 rapier
- 1 saber
Misc facts:
-Will be willing to teach you sword wielding tips as well as magic tips if asked.
-Almost never reads fiction books.
-Eats out a lot
-Knows how to make kites
-Doesn't hesitate to spend money.
-Is a talented horse rider.
RP example:
“History in the making?” Tivael mostly ignored Roni, merely offering her a slice of orange. He stuck a slice in his own mouth, and chewed thoughtfully for a while. “How about no,” he finally said after swallowing the tart fruit. “Nobody struggles more than those involved with history.”
The whispering that sometimes terrorized his mind stirred, and he paled. It first started as two voices, then suddenly bloomed into hundreds until the turning into a storm that only he could hear. Go with him. It murmured. Say yes, go with him.
“If I suspected it was a bad idea before, I’m sure of it now,” he muttered under his breath.