Post by michael on Oct 23, 2009 22:23:58 GMT -5
Name: Teman son of Eliphaz
Nick Name: Michael
Race: Angel
Clan: Rashieka
Gender: Male
Age: 397
Appearance: Black hair and wings, with a shorter haircut. He stands at a towering 6 foot ten inches. He took clothes from an old apartment building so he looks more like a human then anything else. Aside from the weapons he carries. But when the need for armor arises he will change into his full plate and chain mail suit of armor. This gold in layed suit is always at it’s peek of shine and reflects even the most dull of light to become a dazzling shimmer. His Helm is that of an eagles head with Feathers lining the back of the helmet. The chest plate is made with a symbol of seven small stars circling a larger star. It is Michael’s only clue to who he is.
weeklyrot.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/supernatural-wings-thumb.jpg
Weapons:
Sheild of Cyprus: A gigantic shield of Steel that shimmers as if the sun always hits it. This magnificant piece of iron works is a marvel to gaze upon but still as deadly as it looks.
www.yourprops.com/norm-49caaf8e248f3-Troy+%282004%29.jpeg
Spear of Destiny : A long shafted spear with a longer blade then normal. The blade and shaft are connected by a sharpened ring for side to side attacks.
mmxz.zophar.net/rpg/mana3/spear.jpg
Thunder Hammer: This booming hammer, is silver plated, and gold finished, to gleam in the sun. Armed with a useful hook on the back to peel away shields and loose armor.
farm2.static.flickr.com/1038/726025467_1583dd5812.jpg?v=0
History: Born to Eliphaz, a warrior of a great respect, and a young girl, who his father had taken advantage of, dissapointment and shame where all he ever brought them. When the father died in combat, the mother was ashamed of herself and when Michael was born, she flew away only to be dragged back down and brutally murdered for her cowardice. Teman was from then on alone, but because of his shyness, was never taken in by the clan. Other families would look at him with distaste and mock him for his weakness and frailty. Other children where afraid to be seen near him because they all believed that his black wings where that of an evil stained demon. Their words would torment him for many years as he slept, as they echoed. “How can you keep such an abomination like him alive?” “If I where his father I’d fly away from him too.” “No wonder his mother left him, he’s a outright disgrace! The little bastard child should be stoned!” His days where spent in solitude and depression, which made him even more outcast, and lonely.
Normally, angelic children of his age would be learning how to fight from their fathers but Teman had no one to learn from. After a hundred years of orphanage life, Teman was sent out to the world to fend for himself. So he taught himself how to be a better warrior. The loneliness he had endured, was soon spent trying to fight other boys in the streets to learn from them, by loosing to them. He would loose and slowly figure out how to beat them. Boys all wanted to test out their new skills of fighting, so who was Michael to deny them that right. This continued for about another two hundred years, until he had developed his own way to fight. He drilled himself until every reaction became second nature to him, with out thought, Michael could kill.
Now although Teman was alone most of his many years of life, he found friends in the books he would steel from the libraries. So, Teman was still a very odd boy in the sense that he enjoyed reading, and learning, opposed to war. The fighting spirit never came naturally to him, for he was one of peace and inner strength. Michael found it was more of an obligation then a religious practice. He only did it to fit in with the others around him, and to change the way people looked at him.. He would go around the world trying to find things out, and to further his mind. And while all his friends rushed to war and their deaths, Michael stayed away from the fighting and focused on the peace that could one day become reality.
But as Angels continued their conquests, Teman was finding it harder and harder not to fight in battles. They always seemed to follow his path of travel. Until the day their paths finally crossed. After the long battle, one of the warriors had noticed that although Michael carried weapons, and his clan was that of warriors, he did not fight. So they followed him and fought with him. He put up a great fight but after a few good shouts, more angels arrived, and they swarmed him. He tried to fly away so as to live, and explain himself. This angered them further, and they tied his arms and wings closed and dropped him from the roof of a tall building. Leaving him to plummet to his death, Teman fell through the glass ceiling of an old building and was able to open his wings enough to cause him to loose only his memory.
- Extras-
Personality: Innocent, and wide eyed, as if he is learning everything for the first time.
Nick Name: Michael
Race: Angel
Clan: Rashieka
Gender: Male
Age: 397
Appearance: Black hair and wings, with a shorter haircut. He stands at a towering 6 foot ten inches. He took clothes from an old apartment building so he looks more like a human then anything else. Aside from the weapons he carries. But when the need for armor arises he will change into his full plate and chain mail suit of armor. This gold in layed suit is always at it’s peek of shine and reflects even the most dull of light to become a dazzling shimmer. His Helm is that of an eagles head with Feathers lining the back of the helmet. The chest plate is made with a symbol of seven small stars circling a larger star. It is Michael’s only clue to who he is.
weeklyrot.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/supernatural-wings-thumb.jpg
Weapons:
Sheild of Cyprus: A gigantic shield of Steel that shimmers as if the sun always hits it. This magnificant piece of iron works is a marvel to gaze upon but still as deadly as it looks.
www.yourprops.com/norm-49caaf8e248f3-Troy+%282004%29.jpeg
Spear of Destiny : A long shafted spear with a longer blade then normal. The blade and shaft are connected by a sharpened ring for side to side attacks.
mmxz.zophar.net/rpg/mana3/spear.jpg
Thunder Hammer: This booming hammer, is silver plated, and gold finished, to gleam in the sun. Armed with a useful hook on the back to peel away shields and loose armor.
farm2.static.flickr.com/1038/726025467_1583dd5812.jpg?v=0
History: Born to Eliphaz, a warrior of a great respect, and a young girl, who his father had taken advantage of, dissapointment and shame where all he ever brought them. When the father died in combat, the mother was ashamed of herself and when Michael was born, she flew away only to be dragged back down and brutally murdered for her cowardice. Teman was from then on alone, but because of his shyness, was never taken in by the clan. Other families would look at him with distaste and mock him for his weakness and frailty. Other children where afraid to be seen near him because they all believed that his black wings where that of an evil stained demon. Their words would torment him for many years as he slept, as they echoed. “How can you keep such an abomination like him alive?” “If I where his father I’d fly away from him too.” “No wonder his mother left him, he’s a outright disgrace! The little bastard child should be stoned!” His days where spent in solitude and depression, which made him even more outcast, and lonely.
Normally, angelic children of his age would be learning how to fight from their fathers but Teman had no one to learn from. After a hundred years of orphanage life, Teman was sent out to the world to fend for himself. So he taught himself how to be a better warrior. The loneliness he had endured, was soon spent trying to fight other boys in the streets to learn from them, by loosing to them. He would loose and slowly figure out how to beat them. Boys all wanted to test out their new skills of fighting, so who was Michael to deny them that right. This continued for about another two hundred years, until he had developed his own way to fight. He drilled himself until every reaction became second nature to him, with out thought, Michael could kill.
Now although Teman was alone most of his many years of life, he found friends in the books he would steel from the libraries. So, Teman was still a very odd boy in the sense that he enjoyed reading, and learning, opposed to war. The fighting spirit never came naturally to him, for he was one of peace and inner strength. Michael found it was more of an obligation then a religious practice. He only did it to fit in with the others around him, and to change the way people looked at him.. He would go around the world trying to find things out, and to further his mind. And while all his friends rushed to war and their deaths, Michael stayed away from the fighting and focused on the peace that could one day become reality.
But as Angels continued their conquests, Teman was finding it harder and harder not to fight in battles. They always seemed to follow his path of travel. Until the day their paths finally crossed. After the long battle, one of the warriors had noticed that although Michael carried weapons, and his clan was that of warriors, he did not fight. So they followed him and fought with him. He put up a great fight but after a few good shouts, more angels arrived, and they swarmed him. He tried to fly away so as to live, and explain himself. This angered them further, and they tied his arms and wings closed and dropped him from the roof of a tall building. Leaving him to plummet to his death, Teman fell through the glass ceiling of an old building and was able to open his wings enough to cause him to loose only his memory.
- Extras-
Personality: Innocent, and wide eyed, as if he is learning everything for the first time.