Post by Raziel Voreni Seraphim on Dec 1, 2006 20:05:18 GMT -5
Name: Raziel Voreni Seraphim
Nick Names: Caster, Raziel the Red
Sex: Male
Age: mid 20’s
Appearance: Raziel wears the humble robes of his order, they are neither flashy no inadequate, they serve their purpose and serve it well. Beneath his larger, outer robes Raziel’s clothing is finely tailored to fit him just well. It is a rare hour to see him donning anything else.
History: Raziel’s true name was lost to the winds long, long ago. Raziel is the one of the last survivors of his people, many years ago when Raziel was still an infant swaddled in blankets, his village was attacked and overrun by barbarian hoards as they swept across the northlands leaving nothing but absolute destruction in their wake. With ruthlessness the likes that had not been seen in an age these Hoards slaughtered the men, the women were raped and taken in to captivity, hung the oldest children from the burning trees that lined a near by forest. Only the youngest were allowed to live, the ones who would not remember the horrors they had survived, they were taken and raised by the barbarians as their own.
From an early age, almost as soon as he could crawl Raziel displayed signs of magical potential, ripping things out of other children’s hands that he wanted, or suggestively influencing their minds to cater to his childish desires. A keen eyed practitioner of the magical arts recognized Raziel’s inherent abilities and took it upon himself to train the young one in the ways of the Mage. As Raziel grew older he lost the abilities he had as a child, as his master taught him the “learned ways” of magic rather acting upon impulse and passion, having no recollection of what traits he used to possess Raziel doesn’t know of his latent abilities. When he reached young adulthood his master gave him a mission, a mission to go out to the world and broaden his horizons and learn much more than what he had already been taught. Yet late at night in his dreams, Raziel has visions of a child with powers he could only wish he had.
(Ok the history is WIP… sorry it’s kind of crappy right now. I will revise soon and make it better and more detailed, please bear with me.)
Nick Names: Caster, Raziel the Red
Sex: Male
Age: mid 20’s
Appearance: Raziel wears the humble robes of his order, they are neither flashy no inadequate, they serve their purpose and serve it well. Beneath his larger, outer robes Raziel’s clothing is finely tailored to fit him just well. It is a rare hour to see him donning anything else.
History: Raziel’s true name was lost to the winds long, long ago. Raziel is the one of the last survivors of his people, many years ago when Raziel was still an infant swaddled in blankets, his village was attacked and overrun by barbarian hoards as they swept across the northlands leaving nothing but absolute destruction in their wake. With ruthlessness the likes that had not been seen in an age these Hoards slaughtered the men, the women were raped and taken in to captivity, hung the oldest children from the burning trees that lined a near by forest. Only the youngest were allowed to live, the ones who would not remember the horrors they had survived, they were taken and raised by the barbarians as their own.
From an early age, almost as soon as he could crawl Raziel displayed signs of magical potential, ripping things out of other children’s hands that he wanted, or suggestively influencing their minds to cater to his childish desires. A keen eyed practitioner of the magical arts recognized Raziel’s inherent abilities and took it upon himself to train the young one in the ways of the Mage. As Raziel grew older he lost the abilities he had as a child, as his master taught him the “learned ways” of magic rather acting upon impulse and passion, having no recollection of what traits he used to possess Raziel doesn’t know of his latent abilities. When he reached young adulthood his master gave him a mission, a mission to go out to the world and broaden his horizons and learn much more than what he had already been taught. Yet late at night in his dreams, Raziel has visions of a child with powers he could only wish he had.
(Ok the history is WIP… sorry it’s kind of crappy right now. I will revise soon and make it better and more detailed, please bear with me.)
