Varsur Anaedian
Nov 24, 2015 9:07:39 GMT
Post by MarcDonati on Nov 24, 2015 9:07:39 GMT
Name: Varsur Anaedian
Title(s): The Lore keeper
Race: Elf
Age: 120
Hair Length: Short and well kept
Gender : Male
Noticeable Features:
Hair Colour: Brown
Skin Colour: Pale & Fair
Eye Colour: Yellow
Height: 5'6
Weight: 114kg
Body type: Gaunt, lean
Born little over a century ago Varsur Anaedian was brought into this world, born during the winter Solstice , a cold and windy night, one of the coldest nights recorded at that time, it was a little odd for him to be born on a cold and harsh day like this, his parents both being a ranked archmage in the circle of magi, something to always be proud of, something to call his own, something that was rare in a few, and something he could have over everyone else, it was his heritage however that sparked the curiosity of the mages in his elven city, these mages wanted him, and recruited him into their ranks as soon as they could, knowing what his bloodline was, they knew power could come from it, if they taught it correctly, he would be able to control his power, to great extent and be a great asset to the city, if he wasn't, then they would train him for far longer and punish him if need be.
At a very young age he was recruited into the ranks of magi, like they had planned, he was barely old enough to be considered a child, but this was the best age to be brought up from to unlock all latent talent. At this age they could teach him the ways of the world, the crafts of the elven kind and the magic they work and use and rely on day to day, they could teach him right from wrong, good from bad, when and when not to act, how to keep a calm and collected mind even in the most difficult of times. It turns out however that their suspicions about the child had been correct, he had been blessed with a natural ability to wield and use magic, a prodigy at the arts .
by the time he hit twelve years old, he was already under the apprenticeship of one master, and from every report from him and every sign from him showed good news, and good improvement, his heritage never frightened the mages , it only heightened their curiosity , and their thirst for knowledge , never discriminating against him, raising him to be the symbol of magic, to be an ambassador to other elven kingdoms, to teach others magic as he had been, to teach others to use and know what they are, understanding what they were, and how they came to be.
His kingdom was the most renowned for their use and ability to use and control magic, letting magic influence their society, and letting the most high up ranks of the magi be in control of the laws, under a democratic system, for this city, magic was the most important cause, and was they way forward for them, feeling they have advanced decades in living standards and buildings and society in mere years with the use of magic, led them to believe it was the best course of action, and well , for the most part it was, sure they had some mishaps here and there, a demon summoned by accident, creatures lured to the town with the energy being leaked from it, but they lived a good and happy life.
Before Varsur Anaedian was even thirty he hit master status in the circle of magi, even gaining political power, but this did not trouble him, what he wanted most in the world was the pursuit of knowledge, and the ability to use and have knowledge at ones disposal , knowledge was power, and knowledge is what he was looking for, so he could become strong enough to understand himself, and the complexities of why beings like him are brought into this world, was it the work of a deity , or were other minds at work driving it, was he a mere cog? or did he ave freedom, questions needed to be answered, and he would not stop until he learned everything he could.
At the age of one-hundred, he was sent to Siranda as an emissary , to teach their magi about magic, its uses, and the theory about it, and how it should work, they advantages and dangers of magic existing and being used in different ways, perhaps they already knew that, or perhaps it was simply something shallow like they didn't want to listen to someone not part of their circle, maybe even arrogance, but whatever it was the mages in Siranda payed the ultimate cost, and payed dearly, as their little Siranda started to crumble from under their feet, being torn apart from creatures they were warned about, being destroyed by the living dead, and now that the course of events had happened , there was hardly anything to do for Varsur Anaedian , bar to sit and watch, it was his pursuit of knowledge that drove him to study about the curse, its cause and effects, ad find a way to learn how it works, and " kill " the curse, keeping the knowledge of it safe and hidden in his mind, so that he may combat it if he sees it again in the future.
Title(s): The Lore keeper
Race: Elf
Age: 120
Hair Length: Short and well kept
Gender : Male
Noticeable Features:
Hair Colour: Brown
Skin Colour: Pale & Fair
Eye Colour: Yellow
Height: 5'6
Weight: 114kg
Body type: Gaunt, lean
Born little over a century ago Varsur Anaedian was brought into this world, born during the winter Solstice , a cold and windy night, one of the coldest nights recorded at that time, it was a little odd for him to be born on a cold and harsh day like this, his parents both being a ranked archmage in the circle of magi, something to always be proud of, something to call his own, something that was rare in a few, and something he could have over everyone else, it was his heritage however that sparked the curiosity of the mages in his elven city, these mages wanted him, and recruited him into their ranks as soon as they could, knowing what his bloodline was, they knew power could come from it, if they taught it correctly, he would be able to control his power, to great extent and be a great asset to the city, if he wasn't, then they would train him for far longer and punish him if need be.
At a very young age he was recruited into the ranks of magi, like they had planned, he was barely old enough to be considered a child, but this was the best age to be brought up from to unlock all latent talent. At this age they could teach him the ways of the world, the crafts of the elven kind and the magic they work and use and rely on day to day, they could teach him right from wrong, good from bad, when and when not to act, how to keep a calm and collected mind even in the most difficult of times. It turns out however that their suspicions about the child had been correct, he had been blessed with a natural ability to wield and use magic, a prodigy at the arts .
by the time he hit twelve years old, he was already under the apprenticeship of one master, and from every report from him and every sign from him showed good news, and good improvement, his heritage never frightened the mages , it only heightened their curiosity , and their thirst for knowledge , never discriminating against him, raising him to be the symbol of magic, to be an ambassador to other elven kingdoms, to teach others magic as he had been, to teach others to use and know what they are, understanding what they were, and how they came to be.
His kingdom was the most renowned for their use and ability to use and control magic, letting magic influence their society, and letting the most high up ranks of the magi be in control of the laws, under a democratic system, for this city, magic was the most important cause, and was they way forward for them, feeling they have advanced decades in living standards and buildings and society in mere years with the use of magic, led them to believe it was the best course of action, and well , for the most part it was, sure they had some mishaps here and there, a demon summoned by accident, creatures lured to the town with the energy being leaked from it, but they lived a good and happy life.
Before Varsur Anaedian was even thirty he hit master status in the circle of magi, even gaining political power, but this did not trouble him, what he wanted most in the world was the pursuit of knowledge, and the ability to use and have knowledge at ones disposal , knowledge was power, and knowledge is what he was looking for, so he could become strong enough to understand himself, and the complexities of why beings like him are brought into this world, was it the work of a deity , or were other minds at work driving it, was he a mere cog? or did he ave freedom, questions needed to be answered, and he would not stop until he learned everything he could.
At the age of one-hundred, he was sent to Siranda as an emissary , to teach their magi about magic, its uses, and the theory about it, and how it should work, they advantages and dangers of magic existing and being used in different ways, perhaps they already knew that, or perhaps it was simply something shallow like they didn't want to listen to someone not part of their circle, maybe even arrogance, but whatever it was the mages in Siranda payed the ultimate cost, and payed dearly, as their little Siranda started to crumble from under their feet, being torn apart from creatures they were warned about, being destroyed by the living dead, and now that the course of events had happened , there was hardly anything to do for Varsur Anaedian , bar to sit and watch, it was his pursuit of knowledge that drove him to study about the curse, its cause and effects, ad find a way to learn how it works, and " kill " the curse, keeping the knowledge of it safe and hidden in his mind, so that he may combat it if he sees it again in the future.
