Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2015 21:21:20 GMT
"All these creatures.. They are just obstacles on the path to immortality and infinite power.. They will regret the day they decided to defy my reckoning. They will all perish and become ashes in the winds of my realms reborn, or they will join my side, know mercy and watch me rise to god-hood." -- Ordealis.
Known Name : Ordealis.
True name : Not known.
Theme : Everybody wants to rule the world -- Lorde
Age : 1073 years old.
Miniature size : 10 feet tall. 8 feet long.
Actual size : 67 feet tall. 98 feet long.
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Personality : Ordealis is a very lazy creature. His true form is usually, and mostly, scene in extremely cold or extremely hot climates sleeping. Due to his blood being able to adapt to both extreme temperatures, those are his chosen climates. Ordealis will always prefer to not waste his energy on movement demanding task unless he has good reason to, or unless he is tired of sleeping. Most of his time and energy will be spent sleeping all day long and, if not, relaxing while talking idly. He is very passive if people he talks to are passive with him as well and is currently chaotic evil in all ways.
Appearance : Ordealis in his grown form is a gigantic, obsidian-black, metal scaled dragon. 6 Horns protrude from his head, four horns pointing forward while two curve backwards. His eyes are a bright amber that resemble staring at stars in the night sky. His tail is long and has a row of spikes along the top side; bigger spikes starting closest to his body while scaling smaller and smaller to the end of his tail. Measuring at 27 feet long, his tail is almost long enough to wrap all around him.
Although his tail is certainly one of his major features, his claws are a very noticeable feature. Extending from his fingers, his claws curved upwards and downwards; making an arch. His claws resemble those of raptors; also stained pure black and shining as if made of metal.
Apart from his magnificent claws and tail, Ordealis has a mane running down along his back. This mane is not made of fur, but instead a haze-like flame. The mane flickers wildly as if a live flame from the nape of his neck down to where his body meets his tail. The mane excretes a haze down along his spine resembling the black smoke of fire with golden embers glowing inside the smoke. However, this haze is not actual smoke from fire or actual embers. If one were to feel the haze, it would feel like a soothing mist surrounding the character, emanating a certain coolness and warmth at the same time. Although much of the haze excrets from his back, it dissipates quickly into the air as it leave his body.
His miniature form was much more different than his actual form, it stands only 10 feet tall and 8 feet long and not covered in the metallic scales that adorned his actual form. Instead, his body is a soft pure black fur with haze excreting from his body to soon dissipate into the air. His head still adorned the 6 horns, but are much more smaller.
Story :
"One century, five decades and two years. That is how long ago I have been exiled by my own family.. They said I was ignorant. That I was foolish. That I was chasing impossible dreams... They were wrong. I had a higher calling than anyone in my family, my clan.. They believed that wanting to be as powerful as The Spires, my old clan's gods, was blasphemy and that it should be forbidden to even think about it.. I, however, was one to shape the rules to my fitting.
I have read many texts about those in my clan ages ago that seek the same power The Spires have. There were rituals that required heinous acts to be committed, blood to be spilled and lives to be taken. There are stories of one dragon who has nearly achieved the god-like powers of The Spires.. Devorantem. A name spoken in hushed whispers in stories to scare the young ones. His story goes back decades before my birth. He had supposedly murdered his own royal bloodline as sacrifice to higher beings to achieve powers beyond imagination. He ended his lineage to achieve amazing powers. The worst is.. it was rumored to have succeeded. During the ritual, a spirit took this royal blood as sacrifice for immortality and unlimited power. Taking payment, the spirit separated body and soul so Devorantem can live on without worry of dying.
After his transformation into a god-like being, Devorantem nearly eradicated our clan until he was driven away by other callings. Since then, seeking a 'higher calling' has been taboo in our clan and has been frowned upon. Little did they know, I seeked a higher calling also...
I have read texts upon texts. Books upon books. Thanks to eternal library of my clan, a hoard of knowledge from all over the universe, I have found it.. the ritual to become as strong as The Spires.. It seeked a heart from a loved one, the blood from a strong lineage, and a strong soul.
"For the heart, I approached my dear one.. She had no thought of me knowing I wished to ascend to god-hood.. It is a day I'm never going to forget, but a requirement for me to rise. As I laid with her for a last night, in a forest beyond my clan, I bite into her neck and tore flesh.. From the limited breaths she could have, she asked 'why'.. I told her and she said to my surprise.. 'It's okay..' It's okay... Those words will never leave my mind. As she died in my arms, I cleaved her heart out.
"For the blood of a strong lineage, my family was noble-born. I simply cut myself slightly and gathered blood. For a strong soul, I killed one of the elders in my village. I asked him to guide me to a field of magic for study, and I took his last breath by surprise. His old age was crippling him and so it made it easier..
"I then had all the requirements.. Ascension was so close. It was in my grasp. I could feel myself become a god.. I then began the ritual in the forest beside my village but far enough so no one could see me. It was in the middle of an incantation that I was spotted by my very father; an elder. He had charged towards me when the transformation had begun in attempt to push me away from the ritual circle and it was successful; his tackle and the transformation.
The full ritual had failed however.. the transformation was still in the process when my father pushed me out from the circle.. I was taken captive and brought to my clan in shame.. On two counts of murder, blasphemy against the clan and The spires, conspiring against the clan and The Spires, betraying my family and my clan, I was sentenced to exile with nothing.
The believed exile was a suffice punishment? That is what caused the end of Clan Drakkoris. With my new found powers I had eradicated the clan off the maps. No dragon left alive, no infant left crying for their parent.. I was the last remaining remember of the clan, or so I thought...
After days of the extinction of my clan, a legend had appeared before me... Devorantem. He told me the magic of the elders had sealed him away since his rise to god-hood and that he was awaiting their extinction. Knowing my involvement in their eradication, he had welcomed me into his fold with open. Devorantem, The Spire of crystals, was now my only family. He was my mentor, my god and my brother. He had taught me everything he knew since his imprisonment and we both rose to power, eradicating anything and anyone who defied us what we wanted.
It was then that I was on the true path to becoming a god..."
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Preset Links ;
www.dropbox.com/s/t3rn4z9gc950lr7/Verrous_7.fhp?dl=0
www.dropbox.com/s/8btyie7h6ox8ksz/Verrous_8.fhp?dl=0
www.dropbox.com/s/y5d6m4hvuj7nw8e/Verrous_9.fhp?dl=0
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Known Name : Ordealis.
True name : Not known.
Theme : Everybody wants to rule the world -- Lorde
Age : 1073 years old.
Miniature size : 10 feet tall. 8 feet long.
Actual size : 67 feet tall. 98 feet long.
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Personality : Ordealis is a very lazy creature. His true form is usually, and mostly, scene in extremely cold or extremely hot climates sleeping. Due to his blood being able to adapt to both extreme temperatures, those are his chosen climates. Ordealis will always prefer to not waste his energy on movement demanding task unless he has good reason to, or unless he is tired of sleeping. Most of his time and energy will be spent sleeping all day long and, if not, relaxing while talking idly. He is very passive if people he talks to are passive with him as well and is currently chaotic evil in all ways.
Appearance : Ordealis in his grown form is a gigantic, obsidian-black, metal scaled dragon. 6 Horns protrude from his head, four horns pointing forward while two curve backwards. His eyes are a bright amber that resemble staring at stars in the night sky. His tail is long and has a row of spikes along the top side; bigger spikes starting closest to his body while scaling smaller and smaller to the end of his tail. Measuring at 27 feet long, his tail is almost long enough to wrap all around him.
Although his tail is certainly one of his major features, his claws are a very noticeable feature. Extending from his fingers, his claws curved upwards and downwards; making an arch. His claws resemble those of raptors; also stained pure black and shining as if made of metal.
Apart from his magnificent claws and tail, Ordealis has a mane running down along his back. This mane is not made of fur, but instead a haze-like flame. The mane flickers wildly as if a live flame from the nape of his neck down to where his body meets his tail. The mane excretes a haze down along his spine resembling the black smoke of fire with golden embers glowing inside the smoke. However, this haze is not actual smoke from fire or actual embers. If one were to feel the haze, it would feel like a soothing mist surrounding the character, emanating a certain coolness and warmth at the same time. Although much of the haze excrets from his back, it dissipates quickly into the air as it leave his body.
His miniature form was much more different than his actual form, it stands only 10 feet tall and 8 feet long and not covered in the metallic scales that adorned his actual form. Instead, his body is a soft pure black fur with haze excreting from his body to soon dissipate into the air. His head still adorned the 6 horns, but are much more smaller.
Story :
"One century, five decades and two years. That is how long ago I have been exiled by my own family.. They said I was ignorant. That I was foolish. That I was chasing impossible dreams... They were wrong. I had a higher calling than anyone in my family, my clan.. They believed that wanting to be as powerful as The Spires, my old clan's gods, was blasphemy and that it should be forbidden to even think about it.. I, however, was one to shape the rules to my fitting.
I have read many texts about those in my clan ages ago that seek the same power The Spires have. There were rituals that required heinous acts to be committed, blood to be spilled and lives to be taken. There are stories of one dragon who has nearly achieved the god-like powers of The Spires.. Devorantem. A name spoken in hushed whispers in stories to scare the young ones. His story goes back decades before my birth. He had supposedly murdered his own royal bloodline as sacrifice to higher beings to achieve powers beyond imagination. He ended his lineage to achieve amazing powers. The worst is.. it was rumored to have succeeded. During the ritual, a spirit took this royal blood as sacrifice for immortality and unlimited power. Taking payment, the spirit separated body and soul so Devorantem can live on without worry of dying.
After his transformation into a god-like being, Devorantem nearly eradicated our clan until he was driven away by other callings. Since then, seeking a 'higher calling' has been taboo in our clan and has been frowned upon. Little did they know, I seeked a higher calling also...
I have read texts upon texts. Books upon books. Thanks to eternal library of my clan, a hoard of knowledge from all over the universe, I have found it.. the ritual to become as strong as The Spires.. It seeked a heart from a loved one, the blood from a strong lineage, and a strong soul.
"For the heart, I approached my dear one.. She had no thought of me knowing I wished to ascend to god-hood.. It is a day I'm never going to forget, but a requirement for me to rise. As I laid with her for a last night, in a forest beyond my clan, I bite into her neck and tore flesh.. From the limited breaths she could have, she asked 'why'.. I told her and she said to my surprise.. 'It's okay..' It's okay... Those words will never leave my mind. As she died in my arms, I cleaved her heart out.
"For the blood of a strong lineage, my family was noble-born. I simply cut myself slightly and gathered blood. For a strong soul, I killed one of the elders in my village. I asked him to guide me to a field of magic for study, and I took his last breath by surprise. His old age was crippling him and so it made it easier..
"I then had all the requirements.. Ascension was so close. It was in my grasp. I could feel myself become a god.. I then began the ritual in the forest beside my village but far enough so no one could see me. It was in the middle of an incantation that I was spotted by my very father; an elder. He had charged towards me when the transformation had begun in attempt to push me away from the ritual circle and it was successful; his tackle and the transformation.
The full ritual had failed however.. the transformation was still in the process when my father pushed me out from the circle.. I was taken captive and brought to my clan in shame.. On two counts of murder, blasphemy against the clan and The spires, conspiring against the clan and The Spires, betraying my family and my clan, I was sentenced to exile with nothing.
The believed exile was a suffice punishment? That is what caused the end of Clan Drakkoris. With my new found powers I had eradicated the clan off the maps. No dragon left alive, no infant left crying for their parent.. I was the last remaining remember of the clan, or so I thought...
After days of the extinction of my clan, a legend had appeared before me... Devorantem. He told me the magic of the elders had sealed him away since his rise to god-hood and that he was awaiting their extinction. Knowing my involvement in their eradication, he had welcomed me into his fold with open. Devorantem, The Spire of crystals, was now my only family. He was my mentor, my god and my brother. He had taught me everything he knew since his imprisonment and we both rose to power, eradicating anything and anyone who defied us what we wanted.
It was then that I was on the true path to becoming a god..."
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Preset Links ;
www.dropbox.com/s/t3rn4z9gc950lr7/Verrous_7.fhp?dl=0
www.dropbox.com/s/8btyie7h6ox8ksz/Verrous_8.fhp?dl=0
www.dropbox.com/s/y5d6m4hvuj7nw8e/Verrous_9.fhp?dl=0
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