Uriel Duaedrin - Needs Approval

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Name: Uriel Duaedrin (OOHR-ee-ell Doo-EYE-drin)

Age: Unkown

Gender: Male

Race: Post Human

Height: 6’4”

Eyes: Solid Black

Hair: Solid Black, Waist Length, Straight

Facial Hair: A Neatly combed, jet-black goatee surrounding his mouth. Spaces are shaved to the side of a stripe running up the middle of his chin.

Weight: 280 lbs

Description: A tall, pale, and brooding man. His features are sunken. He wears a long, flowing black robe with a red sash, and shining black boots. A dagger with a bone handle is held in the sash.

Strengths: He carries two things from Shadar Logoth: A sword and his plate armor. The armor and sword have been blessed (or cursed) by Mashadar, enabling their destruction by normal means great difficulty. Since he has been reanimated and gifted with the powers of Mashadar, Uriel has superhuman strength, and can lift up to 600 lbs. He has no family to worry about, and no morals.

Weaknesses: Weapons forged with the Power, being buried under anything that weighs more than 560 lbs, dependency on human souls, Channelers. Crippled at irregular intervals. His armor is very heavy, and while he can move easily in it, many steeds cannot bear his weight with it on, nor carry it. Can't enter Stedding, because he carries Mashadar. Not many people, Shadowrunner or else, will help him, as he is of Mashadar.

Background: Uriel was a kind man. Before he was buried under a collapsing building in Shadar Logoth. Mashadar came across his corpse and reanimated it, giving superhuman strength and a thirst for souls. Uriel must steal souls with his dagger, made of his own arm bone, to keep from turning into a corpse once more. Seeing as Mashadar used a piece of its essence to reanimate him, Uriel contains the evil of Shadar Logoth within him. Uriel was and is a man of strong mental prowess: he is able to gain control over Mashadar’s presence most of the time, and this is when his old traits shine through. He can tell when Mashadar is about to overwhelm him, so he always carries with him a mixture that will keep him sedated until he can regain control. He feels drawn to Tar Valon, but has no idea why. This leads him to sometimes explode in rage, resulting in the destruction of whatever is around him.


Edit: Fixed the armor/weapon stuff, and less weight-lifting abilities. As a side note, I can lift 600 lbs irl, but I'll lower it again if you deem it necessary.

[Metzgermeister]

Here's a picture of him in armor:

And without:

[Metzgermeister]

Does anyone actually read these?

[Temanin]

Dude, it's been two days. And your character is pretty...abnormal. I'm not really sure how to react to such a fellow, thus it's taking some time. I'm tempted to just say "go for it" to stimulate activity, but I don't know. Perhaps Tony will have something to say.

[Metzgermeister]

Well as long as someone has noticed ;D. I'm open to any changes you guys'd suggest.

[Tony]

Wow. I've never heard this kind of character happen. I think it's good and all, but you can't just have his armor and weapons appear. He has to wear them like a normal person. Maybe he can lift a great amount of weight, but not four times. That's just getting crazy. Otherwise I think it's all right. I would prefer more of a bio, but you don't have to.

Temanin? What do you think?

[Temanin]

Well, the bio thing can sort of be looked over if you go with the whole died when Shadar Logoth went bad-like. But otherwise, it was the armor and weapon thing that was giving me pause. It's really cool and all, but I don't know if the evil of Shadar Logoth has that much power. I mean, not even the Forsaken or Rand can do that. A cool idea, but it may just be a bit too far out there. ^^

[Metzgermeister]

Well actualy, Rand can do that...the sword of fire. And you can explain the armor with it being made of Mashadar and Uriel harnessing it. But w/e, yeah, it is unfair

[Temanin]

Yes, but Rand's blade is a construct of the One Power. From what I can tell, your sword just pops out of nowhere. XP And yeah, maybe just a tad unfair...*mumbles about wanting pop-out armor*

[Metzgermeister]

admin said:

I would prefer more of a bio, but you don't have to.

More Bio? I'll try for a little more background then...:

Uriel strode down the street in deep thought. He was running over and over in his mind what was going wrong with Aridhol. Recently, the Ogier grave had been cut down to provide lumber for towns outside the walls, and a new palace. King Balwen had recently been taking advice from an odious little man by the name of Mordeth, and since then Aridhol had been in a downward spiral of debauchery and suspicion. He had been pacing the breadth and width of Aridhol for most of the morning, so Uriel deemed it time for a rest. Taking a seat on one of the ample benches of the city, Uriel surveyed where he had walked to: one of the city's many markets. Even in this time people thronged the streets with the hum of a bee's-nest. A hawker swung past, proffering his wares; a fruit seller sitting about idly with a freshly painted sign: Fresh Fruit! But there was a underlying current of malice in the air. The rich stared down from high rooms in the abundant palaces, grim looking guards stationed at every corner glared at all with the same suspicion. Distrust was so tangible it could be tasted. The Trolloc Wars had turned everyone in Aridhol cloistered and wary. And Uriel hated it. In fact, the very thing he pondered was whether to abandon his country and save himself, or stay and be caught in the madness. Uriel had had enough. He stood up quickly and strode purposefully off to the nearest gate; he owned naught but a deep black robe, since his fall from favor with the King. He was nearly to the gate when it happened. A thundering droom rolled out from the center of the city, and the buildings shook. A glowing white mist seemed to envelop the King's Palace, oozing out into the streets. Uriel had a clear view into what happened when the mist touched human flesh. Townspeople and merchants alike froze stock still and went stiff as death, before falling to the ground. And then they panicked. Though they ran, the mist seemed to feed on their fear and speed to catch them. The drooms grew stronger now, shaking the buidlings harder and harder. Glowing tentacles snaked their way around the necks, the heads, and the chests of the fleeing townspeople. Uriel decided it was time to get out of the way. If the mist did not kill him first, the stampeding people would. Taking shelter in a nearby armory, Uriel hid amid the armor and weapon racks. What would be the final shake came like an explosion of the Power coming together. The world rocked. A mass of wood and power-wrought stone collapsed onto Uriel, burying him until he could see no more. Blackness and silence came.

(Later In The Trolloc Wars)

The Trollocs' and Myrdraals' war-band could be heard all throughout the city, but there were none to hear. None but Mashadar. But it was not time to strike, not yet. One of the Myrdraal could be heard to order the Trollocs into a building. The same building Uriel had been buried in, so many years before. The Myrdraal felt something calling him to this building, but ignored it. Night fell. When the Trollocs switched their guards, one went to lay down on a pile of rubble in the rear of the building, instantly falling asleep. A white mist rose and crept slowly, with the nature of a stalking panther, from the King's Palace. It knew only hate for the Shadowspawn. A Trolloc's hoarse scream ripped the night, wakening all of the warband. They woke to a nightmare. Trollocs and Myrdraal alike were grabbed and torn into bloody shreds, screaming. One Trolloc went mad from the sight, writing in his own blood on the wall prayers to the Great Lord, another bulled its way through a age-weakened wall. The Trolloc residing on Uriel's grave, empowered by fear and adrenaline, managed to dig all the way to Uriel's corpse, before the Mashadar grabbed it and tore it to giblets. Mashadar paused. It could see below it the corpse of a fighter of the Dark One. It deigned to have him serve it. Unnatural life pulsed through Uriel Duaedrin's veins as Mashadar poured a piece of itself into him. He rose, his flesh being regenerated with the mist of Mashadar. Armor and a sword the color of midnight disgorged from Mashadar, a valuable prize from its hoard of treasures. Seeing for the first time in years, Uriel looked upon this gift with an understanding placed in him by Mashadar: he was to destroy anything in his way. His arm moved of its own accord, tearing his other open with sharpened nails, the pain a reminder of this pact. Removing his bone he quickly fashioned a handle, his newly made wound healing all the while. Mashadar once again disgorges something, this time it is more mist, solidifying into a shimmering silver blade, completing the weapon. He felt something he had not felt since his death: Hunger. He knew what this knife was for, in its building Mashadar had also instilled in him its use. He was to steal souls in order to remain alive. He moved now with all the speed he could muster, hunting the Trolloc that Mashadar knew had escaped. He and Mashadar were one. Soon he came upon it; it had hidden only a few blocks away. The Trolloc took one look at him, surrounded by the mist and froze. Uriel took this oppurtunity to flow forwards and take the Trolloc in its chest. The knife plunged through the Trolloc-made mail like paper and found its way into the heart. Like a giant whirlpool, the knife sucked all of the Trolloc's life into Uriel; all its deeds, memories, fears, and hatreds. He absorbed everything of the Trolloc and felt: Content. He moved with the grace of a panther sated back to the room where he was reborn. Mashadar was gone. The armor and sword were not. After a moment of apprehension from his human side, Uriel strapped on his armor and slid the sword into his scabbard. An old memory came to him: he must leave the city. And so he did. Striding purposefully once more, he made his leave of the city of Aridhol.


(Outside)

A great pain took him. Mashadar was unhappy at the leaving of its new pet. The battle between the old and new Uriel went on for what seemed like hours, when finaly, exhausted, Uriel collapsed, with Mashadar's influence fleeing; a great victory won for the first time in his post-life.

[I'll develop more later since I'm running out of time to be on the computer. Hope you guys liked it]

[Tony]

It's very good, but there is one big problem. The current time is at the end of The Eye of the World. I have that in a sticky thread somewhere. So, you'll have to change your bio around to fit the current time. I'm sorry if this has disrupted your intent on what to do, but that is the rules.

[Metzgermeister]

What I'm going for is he was just ressurrected in the Trolloc Wars and kept himself alive until the current time; I didn't have enough time to fill in last night . It looks like you're somewhere in The Dragon Reborn or right at the end of Great Hunt by Temanin's post in Timeline, so is that were I should jump in?

[Tony]

No, it's at the end of The Eye of the World.

You should explain how he's lived for so long and has not been consumed by Mashadar.

[Metzgermeister]

Basicaly, he lived so long by stealing souls with the dagger and keeping himself whole. Like you see in the extended bio Uriel's able to extend control over Mashadar's presence most of the time, even more when he is outside of Shadar Logoth. If he can't, he can feel Mashadar trying to take control of him, so he uses heavy sedatives to knock himself out until he is able to beat Mashadar. Or he could chain himself down with really really heavy chains. BTW, if we're at the end of Eye of the World why do we have a Black Tower where people RP >.>

[Metzgermeister]

So, you guys think he's alright now? I'm eager to jump in somewhere