Post by Fallen on Aug 6, 2011 21:14:09 GMT -5
Name: Melkor
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Rank: King
Species: Human
Alliance: Phostire
Appearance:
The first thing that one will notice about this six and a half foot tall man is his eyes. They are dark blue like an unforgiving sea. Around the perimeter of the pupil there is a sliver of ice blue which is a very unusual combination. Muscles ripple around his torso, arms, and legs. His unusual height makes all of that muscle look less noticeable. Melkor's pale skin is usually cover up by light black armor with many gems in it. A crimson cape elegantly follows the tyrant. Hair is as white as snow and as long as two feet. His back holds many scars, the biggest and most prominent is where three claws of his dragon raked his skin. A tattoo of a dragon head was carved into his right arm when he was a young lad to show that he was the one and only heir, and thus royalty. Its also his kingdom's symbol. When he goes off to battle, he wears a dragon head shaped helmet to represent dragons and Phostire. (shown above)
Personality:
Melkor's personality is twisted in many ways. He does things as he wishes, but only if it won't negatively affect his empire. His childhood was filled with history books and swords making him smart and very disciplined. His greedy eye can be persuaded pretty easily though. His temper resembles a volcano exploding, and it can only be aroused by very few things. You will not last a day serving the king if you don't have common sense. He found out when he was sixteen that he could talk to dragons, and better yet, control them. On a dare from his crush, he went into a cave that had been rumored to have dragons in it. He found a group of three young dragons in it who were very aggressive because the future king was too close to their treasures. They attacked him, and with his heart beating a hundred miles an hour, fled to the entrance of the cave. He didn't run fast enough because a charcoal black dragon raked three claws into his back. Young Melkor was in pain, and his head was killing him with the triumphit roars of the dragons. His father rescued him and his crush was no where to be seen. Ever since then, Melkor had hated women and felt that he was king and that they were merely peasants and that he could do them as he pleased. Manners were pounded into him as a child, and they still are there. Melkor isn't the most patient person in the world, but he will wait for somethings, like a plan to unravel. He walks with pride, and a little arrogance. He always wears his crown and sword along with a dozen other hidden weapons. Legal and illegal mean nothing to him and his army. And trust? He thinks its only for weak people because it always gets broken. The only people who get to see the loving side of him is his sons. They are his pride and joy, and even if he makes their life tough, he knows when to love on them and make them better people.
History:
Melkor was taught like any heir, daily practicing sword play, reading history books, and tons of other books. Everything was going fine until the incident described that happened when he was sixteen. This broke his father's trust and faith in him, making his father grumpy and mean to him. He experimented with his controlling powers, and ordered the group of three that had attacked him to kill his part crush; the girl he hated. It worked; and a power hungry heir was made. Then, all of the playing stopped and nothing but hard work started. Everyday, his teachers forced him to his limits, making him stronger looking and willed, but left that little part of him that cared and loved people behind with his mother. Eventually, he was king, and a pretty good one at that. He was power hungry, and was determined to get back some of the territory his kingdom had lost during a war ten years prior to his kingship. Melkor has no mercy for his enemies, and only loves his dragon. Yes, he can control all/any dragon, but the black one had chosen him. Now, he is 35 and planning to make his empire bigger and stronger.
Sample RP:
"Kill him."
The deep, rough, and powerful voice of the king of Phostire echoed through the room.
"Yes, my lord," a small voice replied. The messenger gave a quick, low bow and walked with purpose out of the room. Melkor sighed and tapped his finger against the side of his gold throne. Must everyone come to me for the okay to kill a well known enemy? Where is the officer who is supposed to be handling those pests? Ahh, yes-
A loud knock came three times from the door, interrupting Melkor's thoughts. "Come in," he called. The big cherry wood door swung open, and the commanding officer strode in. With a bow he rose and murmured, "my lord."
"Speak up, officer." Melkor replied coolly.
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Rank: King
Species: Human
Alliance: Phostire
Appearance:
The first thing that one will notice about this six and a half foot tall man is his eyes. They are dark blue like an unforgiving sea. Around the perimeter of the pupil there is a sliver of ice blue which is a very unusual combination. Muscles ripple around his torso, arms, and legs. His unusual height makes all of that muscle look less noticeable. Melkor's pale skin is usually cover up by light black armor with many gems in it. A crimson cape elegantly follows the tyrant. Hair is as white as snow and as long as two feet. His back holds many scars, the biggest and most prominent is where three claws of his dragon raked his skin. A tattoo of a dragon head was carved into his right arm when he was a young lad to show that he was the one and only heir, and thus royalty. Its also his kingdom's symbol. When he goes off to battle, he wears a dragon head shaped helmet to represent dragons and Phostire. (shown above)
Personality:
Melkor's personality is twisted in many ways. He does things as he wishes, but only if it won't negatively affect his empire. His childhood was filled with history books and swords making him smart and very disciplined. His greedy eye can be persuaded pretty easily though. His temper resembles a volcano exploding, and it can only be aroused by very few things. You will not last a day serving the king if you don't have common sense. He found out when he was sixteen that he could talk to dragons, and better yet, control them. On a dare from his crush, he went into a cave that had been rumored to have dragons in it. He found a group of three young dragons in it who were very aggressive because the future king was too close to their treasures. They attacked him, and with his heart beating a hundred miles an hour, fled to the entrance of the cave. He didn't run fast enough because a charcoal black dragon raked three claws into his back. Young Melkor was in pain, and his head was killing him with the triumphit roars of the dragons. His father rescued him and his crush was no where to be seen. Ever since then, Melkor had hated women and felt that he was king and that they were merely peasants and that he could do them as he pleased. Manners were pounded into him as a child, and they still are there. Melkor isn't the most patient person in the world, but he will wait for somethings, like a plan to unravel. He walks with pride, and a little arrogance. He always wears his crown and sword along with a dozen other hidden weapons. Legal and illegal mean nothing to him and his army. And trust? He thinks its only for weak people because it always gets broken. The only people who get to see the loving side of him is his sons. They are his pride and joy, and even if he makes their life tough, he knows when to love on them and make them better people.
History:
Melkor was taught like any heir, daily practicing sword play, reading history books, and tons of other books. Everything was going fine until the incident described that happened when he was sixteen. This broke his father's trust and faith in him, making his father grumpy and mean to him. He experimented with his controlling powers, and ordered the group of three that had attacked him to kill his part crush; the girl he hated. It worked; and a power hungry heir was made. Then, all of the playing stopped and nothing but hard work started. Everyday, his teachers forced him to his limits, making him stronger looking and willed, but left that little part of him that cared and loved people behind with his mother. Eventually, he was king, and a pretty good one at that. He was power hungry, and was determined to get back some of the territory his kingdom had lost during a war ten years prior to his kingship. Melkor has no mercy for his enemies, and only loves his dragon. Yes, he can control all/any dragon, but the black one had chosen him. Now, he is 35 and planning to make his empire bigger and stronger.
Sample RP:
"Kill him."
The deep, rough, and powerful voice of the king of Phostire echoed through the room.
"Yes, my lord," a small voice replied. The messenger gave a quick, low bow and walked with purpose out of the room. Melkor sighed and tapped his finger against the side of his gold throne. Must everyone come to me for the okay to kill a well known enemy? Where is the officer who is supposed to be handling those pests? Ahh, yes-
A loud knock came three times from the door, interrupting Melkor's thoughts. "Come in," he called. The big cherry wood door swung open, and the commanding officer strode in. With a bow he rose and murmured, "my lord."
"Speak up, officer." Melkor replied coolly.
I'll move it once I have access to a computer, and don't have to be stuck using my iPod. 
