Post by aristides on Nov 4, 2009 13:18:58 GMT -6
Name:Aristides Draneo
Age:24
Gender:Male
Race:Human
Alliance :Neutral, well, not technically. His loyalty lies to magic and the guild. But he is currently in the employ of Moyen.
Appearance:
One can spot Aristides from a few yards away. It's really hard not to. If you see a pale, six foot tall black haired man arguing and haggling with merchants in apothecaries in the Capital of Moyen, then that's him. His pale face is an effect of, like most pale wizards, staying indoors too often. His eyes have sunk into a semi-permanent state from being up on too many nights, or waking up too early. And his hair seems always matted in his face due to the hat that he is required to wear as one of the court physicians. His fingers are long, trimmed to utmost care, although it's pretty hard to really judge the man due to his trimmed fingernails. He doesn't like it trimmed either, being a compulsive nail biter. To some extent, he just likes doing things himself.
He is thin. No. Emaciated. Due to his ability to be trapped in the workings of a book or scroll for days, maybe weeks. His robes belie his body, but he wears robes anyway, even during the very rare times he does manual labour(like farming or searching for herbs). The colours are normally grey, perhaps of an earthy colour for official celebrations, banquets, and the like, but most are normally worn down, beaten up clothes. He had once gotten a leather tunic though, but he was somewhat biased against it. He didn't like the material. He wears a silly little top hat just because archaic rules of the Moyen Court demand it. At least, for Royal Physicians of Court. It has runes written on it, saying "First, Do No Harm." it is a reminder for all of them that they, as physicians, must do no harm.
Personality:
Aristides is a happy fellow. He's very shallow, in many aspects, deeper in more. He likes little things, like eating cakes, pastries, and sweets. Walks in the park, and random trips anywhere he wanted to. It’s hard, of course, to find time for it, but Aristides is normally quite game for anything that leads him to the outside. His studies and magic can be boring, after all, especially when put in a totally theoretical standpoint. He is a true student of magic, having been born with a large affinity for the Earth, he specializes in it. However, he tries to find himself attuned to the other elements of Water, Fire, and Wind, but has, for the most part, found little success in it. He is a serious student, although he has begun to branch out into different areas, like Philosophy and the history of Moyen. He is a bit on the rough side, that is to say, he does not have the finer edges of nobility and as surmised, life in the noble court bores him. He dislikes the formality and the infuriating fact that he has to bow down to people he does not know simply because he is not a duke, a king, or a baron or somesort. His disdain has obviously caught the eye of the security personnel, who find him insufferable.
Perhaps what separates him from the others in the court is the fact that he does not wish for advancement. In fact, the only reason why he took the job in the first place was because he had nothing better to do. And the food was free. And there was a lot of food. Yes, especially that. Another part was that he had wanted to start learning Healing. He seemed attuned to the part and he finds himself enjoying it. Serious business, of course, but for Aristides, such things were fun. He enjoys reading, writing, and making up funny spells. Even his affinity for the Earth is shown in his likings. He loves to plant and to explore, although he sets limits on the latter, making it a point to go back where he started. It is one of his quirks, and can be torture to an adventurer. Aristides visits the taverns on a regular basis as well. He loves stories of different places and is always on hand for any help the townspeople need. He is highly devout to the Gods of Moyen, believing in the principles of Neutrality, Health and Balance.
History:Born in the lands South of the capital city of Moyen, he was raised collectively by a farmers on a large commune. He had grown up to be one of them, although none had ever really told him where he was from and he really didn’t care. An infant with a full head of hair at birth, he was taken in by blonde farmers who had even gone to great lengths to dye their hair when he had grown old enough to ask why their hair was different from his. Growing up, Aristides found himself in the fields before sunrise and at home before sunset. He was a farmer, it was the life he had grown up to, and he couldn’t see himself doing something else. However, all the other farmers had noticed that he seemed to make the harvest bountiful. And the traders that passed by were told of the story of the blond haired commune that had dyed its hair black for the one that gave them harvest. One of these stories had found its way into the Wizard’s Guild who, deeming it prudent to investigate found Aristides attuned to the earth and having offered him an apprenticeship. At first, Aristides refused, in the manner that 12 year olds would refuse when confronted with something new, and something dangerous. However, the commune elders talked to him about it and found him actually wanting to go, but did not want to for fear of losing friends. They told him that it was for the better and he relented, leaving one fall afternoon to the waving villagefolk as he waved back, the trees bloomed and his power was shown.
In the Guild, he was assigned a master, one named Pindar. Being an elder wizard, and an elf to boot, he found himself being the target of the old man’s spite and bullying. Younger journeymen wizards however told him to take heart for it was simply Pindar’s way of testing an apprentice. He held his ground until one day, Pindar knowingly cast a spell wrongly so that instead of Flying, he was sucked into a vortex. Having but a few moments, Aristides had gotten him out of there. It was the easy part, after all. Although it took great self-control not to brag about it to the elder’s face as he continued his bullying. He had passed the test, Pindar knew, and he was then taught the concentration of Earth, and all the basic lessons a wizard needed. Aristides, everyone there noticed, was different. Instead of spending time indoors, he would go outdoors and walk around, whistling while studying. All in all a very happy person. His look of surprise and awe at something so elementary as a flame spell would earn him chuckles and ill-willed laughs. However, it never stopped him, only willing to learn. At the age of 18, he had left the Unclaimed Lands of the Wizards’ Guild and ventured back into Moyen. However, he had learned that the commune had been sacked and that they were on the eastern side of the country now, straddling a river and a mountain, where they could farm –albeit with great difficulty- and be secure. He visited them and they did not recognize him at first, but as he told them of his experiences with each and every one of them, they held back and a feast was held in honor of him. However, he knew he could not stay here, for one of Pindar’s parting gifts to him was the ability to learn from the grand libraries of Moyen, the only place with different books for spells that even the Guild did not have. Not to mention the fact that Pindar found out about Aristides’ affinity for healing and the an opening in the Court’s Physician’s college.
Having entered the court, he found himself with a lot of things to do. He was to take care of a prince whose name he had forgotten, several families of nobility, and a bunch of other minor people. He still found time for reading, however he had been too busy that he had grown thinner and thinner. He eats, if not rarely, and mostly once in a day. His days off are still marred with poisoning attempts and assassinations, but mostly are in his range of skill. He is a young wizard, after all, and young wizards can withstand the rigors that he is being subjected to.
Abilites:
Earth Elemental – He can control soil, rocks, and trees with limited ability. However, as he is young, he is unable to simply make a large mountain from available materials. He is able to make walls of rock and earth and can control vines, and extract oils and herbs from these plants for usage in Potion-making. Although not properly trained in offensive spells, his abilities normally include throwing rocks, and stones, and other things at the nearest enemy.
Healing – Something he picked up from the Guild, he has honed his art in the court of Moyen. He can heal anything from simple cuts to life threatening wounds. However, the amount of stamina he uses to heal is based on the amount of stamina he has, making it unable for himself to heal someone to death, but making it hard to heal life-threatening wounds as well. He can heal in parts, much like surgery, and needs rest during every major healing.
Basic Apothecary – In line with being a physician, he finds himself with the need for basic potion-making. Bottles upon bottles of potions for travelling sickness, quick heal wounds, and anything the royals need are to be made by the Royal Physicians’ Court.
Disabilities:
Youth – What could possibly be a boon is a bane for Aristides. He is young and his powers have not yet developed to its full potential. He is knowledgeable, but many of his spells come up short of their true powers.
Inexperience – Scholastically Knowledgeable, he has few knowledge of the outside world. He catches up on politics but knows nothing about the lives of the other kingdoms. All his knowledge is hearsay and stories. There are still a lot of things he does not know. And a lot more things he wants to know.
Weakened Affinity for Wind, Fire, and Water – Although powerful in the ways of the Earth Element, he is less successful in harnessing the other three elements. This may change in time, but for now, he is stuck with Earth.
Sample;
Aristides inhaled happily at the fresh air. Finally! A break! He had to control himself as he walked quickly out into the courtyard and into the sun. It was a great day and he hated to be cooped up inside. He looked at the fields and sighed contentedly. Where to today? He asked himself. He did not know. A part of him missed the mountains near the Guild and old Pindar’s home. He sighed, missing the old man and his bullying. Here, he was thought of as a god. Blasphemy, but he felt that way. To control their lives… it was all too much for him. A lesson in responsibility, Pindar had told him before he left and he could see that now. It was heady wine, to heal people, and it was headier wine to heal nobles who could control the world. Aristides pulled out a book from his robes and started reading, using one hand to study the spells and stories written in the book and another to brush out all rocks or bits of uneven soil that could trip him. The royal gardeners did not complain. It made their job so much easier. One of the best reasons for this was that he was walking away from the castle, away from his burden. He was too young for this, he knew, and he was frustrated at his inability to do more. He wanted, most of all, to help the other people of Moyen near the border of Fonce, who were in the middle of what was obviously brewing into a border conflict with the raiders. He had heard of the thieves helping out, and wanted to help too. However, he was, like most wizards, pacifistic. But he didn’t want this to stop him. He wanted to heal, at least. He was never really good with swords or bows, but his magic would protect him, to some extent. He could not help but chuckle at that, putting the book down and removing his hat. It had matted his hair and he was irked by it. He brushed it up and stretched. He was a bit far from the castle now. But he would see the gates soon enough. Aristides yawned. No sleep. No food. His body would be shutting down slowly. But it would. He debated on going back, but the temptation of the outside was too much. However, Aristides deferred and decided to go out after eating. He walked back, this time with primal urgency. It was food after all, and he liked food, very much. Ah if only it showed.
He ate with the speed of men who knew that time was always of the essence, and that was never a good thing for his robes. He shoveled food in his mouth with utmost dexterity and, after several pieces of bread, some meats, potatoes and fresh vegetables, he burped contentedly. “Thank you.” He told one of the servants with a grin and wiped his face. He cursed as he saw his robes, however. Stained again! Why was it that he always stained his shirts while eating? Probably because he was always rushing, he mused. However, he had learned a few days into his acceptance in the court that eating fast was required. At any given moment, an assassination attempt by some random duke could ruin your meal. He stretched, sated for now, and pulled out his book, remembering to go back to his quarters for a change in clothing.
However, all plans were stopped when an errand boy came running towards the kitchen and asked for him. Damn it! He cursed. It was a bad idea to come back. Now he had to take this. “What is it?” he stood, putting his hat back on. He was required to in the castle, although it was an unspoken rule to only wear it when he needed to, like when treating people. “The barracks requires your assistance immediately!” the boy said and rushed back. He sighed and walked as quickly as he could, three flights down and three other buildings from the castle. He cursed, wishing he could fly so he would be able to get there faster. Already the stones on his feet were helping him move, and he briefly thought of learning how to make one levitate, as if to ride on it. He stopped, however, as he reached the area. “What is it?” he asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. He was looking at the problem. And it wasn’t pretty. It was simple to fix, yes. But it sure wasn’t pretty. “A misfire.” The guards captain said as he pointed to the man’s crotch, which had a crossbow bolt stuck to it. The man had fainted in shock, mercifully. Aristides shook his head. “A misfire.” He shook his head and pulled the offending weapon out of the area, laying his hands over the place. It wouldn’t ruin his day much, of course. But he knew that as long as he was in the castle grounds, he would be subject to so much more distractions from his reading.
OOC Name: Raffs, or Interested.
Contacts(Required) E-mail: disgaean@gmail.com, AIM: EreinionElros
Age:24
Gender:Male
Race:Human
Alliance :Neutral, well, not technically. His loyalty lies to magic and the guild. But he is currently in the employ of Moyen.
Appearance:
One can spot Aristides from a few yards away. It's really hard not to. If you see a pale, six foot tall black haired man arguing and haggling with merchants in apothecaries in the Capital of Moyen, then that's him. His pale face is an effect of, like most pale wizards, staying indoors too often. His eyes have sunk into a semi-permanent state from being up on too many nights, or waking up too early. And his hair seems always matted in his face due to the hat that he is required to wear as one of the court physicians. His fingers are long, trimmed to utmost care, although it's pretty hard to really judge the man due to his trimmed fingernails. He doesn't like it trimmed either, being a compulsive nail biter. To some extent, he just likes doing things himself.
He is thin. No. Emaciated. Due to his ability to be trapped in the workings of a book or scroll for days, maybe weeks. His robes belie his body, but he wears robes anyway, even during the very rare times he does manual labour(like farming or searching for herbs). The colours are normally grey, perhaps of an earthy colour for official celebrations, banquets, and the like, but most are normally worn down, beaten up clothes. He had once gotten a leather tunic though, but he was somewhat biased against it. He didn't like the material. He wears a silly little top hat just because archaic rules of the Moyen Court demand it. At least, for Royal Physicians of Court. It has runes written on it, saying "First, Do No Harm." it is a reminder for all of them that they, as physicians, must do no harm.
Personality:
Aristides is a happy fellow. He's very shallow, in many aspects, deeper in more. He likes little things, like eating cakes, pastries, and sweets. Walks in the park, and random trips anywhere he wanted to. It’s hard, of course, to find time for it, but Aristides is normally quite game for anything that leads him to the outside. His studies and magic can be boring, after all, especially when put in a totally theoretical standpoint. He is a true student of magic, having been born with a large affinity for the Earth, he specializes in it. However, he tries to find himself attuned to the other elements of Water, Fire, and Wind, but has, for the most part, found little success in it. He is a serious student, although he has begun to branch out into different areas, like Philosophy and the history of Moyen. He is a bit on the rough side, that is to say, he does not have the finer edges of nobility and as surmised, life in the noble court bores him. He dislikes the formality and the infuriating fact that he has to bow down to people he does not know simply because he is not a duke, a king, or a baron or somesort. His disdain has obviously caught the eye of the security personnel, who find him insufferable.
Perhaps what separates him from the others in the court is the fact that he does not wish for advancement. In fact, the only reason why he took the job in the first place was because he had nothing better to do. And the food was free. And there was a lot of food. Yes, especially that. Another part was that he had wanted to start learning Healing. He seemed attuned to the part and he finds himself enjoying it. Serious business, of course, but for Aristides, such things were fun. He enjoys reading, writing, and making up funny spells. Even his affinity for the Earth is shown in his likings. He loves to plant and to explore, although he sets limits on the latter, making it a point to go back where he started. It is one of his quirks, and can be torture to an adventurer. Aristides visits the taverns on a regular basis as well. He loves stories of different places and is always on hand for any help the townspeople need. He is highly devout to the Gods of Moyen, believing in the principles of Neutrality, Health and Balance.
History:Born in the lands South of the capital city of Moyen, he was raised collectively by a farmers on a large commune. He had grown up to be one of them, although none had ever really told him where he was from and he really didn’t care. An infant with a full head of hair at birth, he was taken in by blonde farmers who had even gone to great lengths to dye their hair when he had grown old enough to ask why their hair was different from his. Growing up, Aristides found himself in the fields before sunrise and at home before sunset. He was a farmer, it was the life he had grown up to, and he couldn’t see himself doing something else. However, all the other farmers had noticed that he seemed to make the harvest bountiful. And the traders that passed by were told of the story of the blond haired commune that had dyed its hair black for the one that gave them harvest. One of these stories had found its way into the Wizard’s Guild who, deeming it prudent to investigate found Aristides attuned to the earth and having offered him an apprenticeship. At first, Aristides refused, in the manner that 12 year olds would refuse when confronted with something new, and something dangerous. However, the commune elders talked to him about it and found him actually wanting to go, but did not want to for fear of losing friends. They told him that it was for the better and he relented, leaving one fall afternoon to the waving villagefolk as he waved back, the trees bloomed and his power was shown.
In the Guild, he was assigned a master, one named Pindar. Being an elder wizard, and an elf to boot, he found himself being the target of the old man’s spite and bullying. Younger journeymen wizards however told him to take heart for it was simply Pindar’s way of testing an apprentice. He held his ground until one day, Pindar knowingly cast a spell wrongly so that instead of Flying, he was sucked into a vortex. Having but a few moments, Aristides had gotten him out of there. It was the easy part, after all. Although it took great self-control not to brag about it to the elder’s face as he continued his bullying. He had passed the test, Pindar knew, and he was then taught the concentration of Earth, and all the basic lessons a wizard needed. Aristides, everyone there noticed, was different. Instead of spending time indoors, he would go outdoors and walk around, whistling while studying. All in all a very happy person. His look of surprise and awe at something so elementary as a flame spell would earn him chuckles and ill-willed laughs. However, it never stopped him, only willing to learn. At the age of 18, he had left the Unclaimed Lands of the Wizards’ Guild and ventured back into Moyen. However, he had learned that the commune had been sacked and that they were on the eastern side of the country now, straddling a river and a mountain, where they could farm –albeit with great difficulty- and be secure. He visited them and they did not recognize him at first, but as he told them of his experiences with each and every one of them, they held back and a feast was held in honor of him. However, he knew he could not stay here, for one of Pindar’s parting gifts to him was the ability to learn from the grand libraries of Moyen, the only place with different books for spells that even the Guild did not have. Not to mention the fact that Pindar found out about Aristides’ affinity for healing and the an opening in the Court’s Physician’s college.
Having entered the court, he found himself with a lot of things to do. He was to take care of a prince whose name he had forgotten, several families of nobility, and a bunch of other minor people. He still found time for reading, however he had been too busy that he had grown thinner and thinner. He eats, if not rarely, and mostly once in a day. His days off are still marred with poisoning attempts and assassinations, but mostly are in his range of skill. He is a young wizard, after all, and young wizards can withstand the rigors that he is being subjected to.
Abilites:
Earth Elemental – He can control soil, rocks, and trees with limited ability. However, as he is young, he is unable to simply make a large mountain from available materials. He is able to make walls of rock and earth and can control vines, and extract oils and herbs from these plants for usage in Potion-making. Although not properly trained in offensive spells, his abilities normally include throwing rocks, and stones, and other things at the nearest enemy.
Healing – Something he picked up from the Guild, he has honed his art in the court of Moyen. He can heal anything from simple cuts to life threatening wounds. However, the amount of stamina he uses to heal is based on the amount of stamina he has, making it unable for himself to heal someone to death, but making it hard to heal life-threatening wounds as well. He can heal in parts, much like surgery, and needs rest during every major healing.
Basic Apothecary – In line with being a physician, he finds himself with the need for basic potion-making. Bottles upon bottles of potions for travelling sickness, quick heal wounds, and anything the royals need are to be made by the Royal Physicians’ Court.
Disabilities:
Youth – What could possibly be a boon is a bane for Aristides. He is young and his powers have not yet developed to its full potential. He is knowledgeable, but many of his spells come up short of their true powers.
Inexperience – Scholastically Knowledgeable, he has few knowledge of the outside world. He catches up on politics but knows nothing about the lives of the other kingdoms. All his knowledge is hearsay and stories. There are still a lot of things he does not know. And a lot more things he wants to know.
Weakened Affinity for Wind, Fire, and Water – Although powerful in the ways of the Earth Element, he is less successful in harnessing the other three elements. This may change in time, but for now, he is stuck with Earth.
Sample;
Aristides inhaled happily at the fresh air. Finally! A break! He had to control himself as he walked quickly out into the courtyard and into the sun. It was a great day and he hated to be cooped up inside. He looked at the fields and sighed contentedly. Where to today? He asked himself. He did not know. A part of him missed the mountains near the Guild and old Pindar’s home. He sighed, missing the old man and his bullying. Here, he was thought of as a god. Blasphemy, but he felt that way. To control their lives… it was all too much for him. A lesson in responsibility, Pindar had told him before he left and he could see that now. It was heady wine, to heal people, and it was headier wine to heal nobles who could control the world. Aristides pulled out a book from his robes and started reading, using one hand to study the spells and stories written in the book and another to brush out all rocks or bits of uneven soil that could trip him. The royal gardeners did not complain. It made their job so much easier. One of the best reasons for this was that he was walking away from the castle, away from his burden. He was too young for this, he knew, and he was frustrated at his inability to do more. He wanted, most of all, to help the other people of Moyen near the border of Fonce, who were in the middle of what was obviously brewing into a border conflict with the raiders. He had heard of the thieves helping out, and wanted to help too. However, he was, like most wizards, pacifistic. But he didn’t want this to stop him. He wanted to heal, at least. He was never really good with swords or bows, but his magic would protect him, to some extent. He could not help but chuckle at that, putting the book down and removing his hat. It had matted his hair and he was irked by it. He brushed it up and stretched. He was a bit far from the castle now. But he would see the gates soon enough. Aristides yawned. No sleep. No food. His body would be shutting down slowly. But it would. He debated on going back, but the temptation of the outside was too much. However, Aristides deferred and decided to go out after eating. He walked back, this time with primal urgency. It was food after all, and he liked food, very much. Ah if only it showed.
He ate with the speed of men who knew that time was always of the essence, and that was never a good thing for his robes. He shoveled food in his mouth with utmost dexterity and, after several pieces of bread, some meats, potatoes and fresh vegetables, he burped contentedly. “Thank you.” He told one of the servants with a grin and wiped his face. He cursed as he saw his robes, however. Stained again! Why was it that he always stained his shirts while eating? Probably because he was always rushing, he mused. However, he had learned a few days into his acceptance in the court that eating fast was required. At any given moment, an assassination attempt by some random duke could ruin your meal. He stretched, sated for now, and pulled out his book, remembering to go back to his quarters for a change in clothing.
However, all plans were stopped when an errand boy came running towards the kitchen and asked for him. Damn it! He cursed. It was a bad idea to come back. Now he had to take this. “What is it?” he stood, putting his hat back on. He was required to in the castle, although it was an unspoken rule to only wear it when he needed to, like when treating people. “The barracks requires your assistance immediately!” the boy said and rushed back. He sighed and walked as quickly as he could, three flights down and three other buildings from the castle. He cursed, wishing he could fly so he would be able to get there faster. Already the stones on his feet were helping him move, and he briefly thought of learning how to make one levitate, as if to ride on it. He stopped, however, as he reached the area. “What is it?” he asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. He was looking at the problem. And it wasn’t pretty. It was simple to fix, yes. But it sure wasn’t pretty. “A misfire.” The guards captain said as he pointed to the man’s crotch, which had a crossbow bolt stuck to it. The man had fainted in shock, mercifully. Aristides shook his head. “A misfire.” He shook his head and pulled the offending weapon out of the area, laying his hands over the place. It wouldn’t ruin his day much, of course. But he knew that as long as he was in the castle grounds, he would be subject to so much more distractions from his reading.
OOC Name: Raffs, or Interested.
Contacts(Required) E-mail: disgaean@gmail.com, AIM: EreinionElros
