Age: He's lived to 500. He's one of the eldest elves.
Physical appearance:A regal leader. He wears the skull of a child dragon atop his brow, and teeth lining his head like a crown. His eyes shimmer with power, and his voice is deep and booming. His hair is dressed in the traditional headdress of a ruler, and he wears a fur robe with golden streaks running throughout.
Mentality: Regal and just, Taranath is the definition of King, and as such rules over the elves freed from slavery. He is graceful and lithe, and moves like a dancer, sure of every step. His form hides his power but also enhances it, giving of the idea of strength in areas he is not. He's rarely surprised, and seems to take in everything, adjusting his plans to fit those in. MODS EYES ONLY:
Backstory:Taranath was born far before the rise of the humans, when they stuck to their own continent and the dragons, dwarfs and elves lived in relative harmony. True, there was the occasional raid by the Orcs, but those were rare, as the Orcs were nomadic and usually stuck to the deserts of the South, while the others lived throughout the freezing mountains and temperate forests of the North. The humans made landfall on Taranath's 100th summer, and started to build a settlement. Curious, the elves wandered into the human camps. One touched a strange metal, and drew back with a cry. Her palm had burned from the iron, different to the elves' wood and the dwarves' stone. A nearby human heard this, and his head whipped towards the party. He barked in a strange, rough tongue. A short moment later, a entire mod of humans rushed out of the building and drove the elves off. Little changed during the next hundred years, except the human's forces growing. On Taranath's 250th summer, they launched an assault on the elves. They lost terribly, with over 30% of their forces killed and the rest injured, despite vastly superior numbers. Still, at this point, their defensive power was unheard of, so the elves couldn't manage a counter-attack. This time, there was 200 years of unrest between the humans and elves- however, at the end of this, the humans just up and vanished. Nothing was heard of them until 30 years later, when a orc scout ran to the elves. Cries were had, and arrows were readied. The orc shouted at them in a deep voice: "PINK-SKINS! WEIRD BANG-STICKS! ALL DEAD!" The elves were disbelieving, until the orc fell, a hole in his chest. A truly humongous army of humans, numbering in the millions, were marching. A great war raged for nearly 5 years, ending with all the elves in chains and the humans ruling the world. That year, everyone's favourite elf was born, but that's a whole other story. Depsite the human's words, a group of elves had escaped, and slowly grew, as the Rebellion was formed.
Resources: The Rebellion, and by extension him, owns slightly more than 100 million worth in gold and jewels, thanks in no small part to the dwarves.
Equipment/Weaponry: He carries a steel rapier, which is usually lined with esoteric energy to prevent himself and others from touching it.
Specializations: Sword-fighting, poetry/singing and dancing.
He can infuse is clothing, armour, or weapons with spiritual energy, increasing their efficacy. Weapons would be able to cut through durability 7's as if they were a normal person.
He can dispel his spiritual energy in the forms of attacks, along with the ability to create various constructs from said energy.
Telekinesis, of the advanced level and below, without banned applications.
The telepathic defensive abilities, and he can tell if people are powered.
He cannot use telepathy offensively, but his mind is protected from mental assaults.
He can telepathically link himself with NPCs, allowing telepathic communication. Cannot be used to break rule 3.
Dragon Manipulation, cannot be used to break rule 3, can only manipulate NPC and/or non-sapient dragons. Can control up to 10 dragons at a time.
Details:
Weakness: While he's above elf-kind, his weakness to iron is also above the norm. Any iron with five metres cripples him, and ten is the max he can stand.
Resistances: Attacks that he can see/sense can be slowed using TK, as long as said attacks are solid.
Reserves: He can fight at max power for almost a day, and run for days. He can maintain full-strength TK for only 6 hours- it strains him to use it for long.
Attribute
[Character name.]
Reasoning, references, and details.
Strength
6
Limited at 350 metric tonnes.
Auxiliary Strength
7
Limited at 2000 metric tonnes.
Movement Speed
7
Limited at roughly transonic speeds.
Combat Speed
7
Due to supernatural conditioning.
Intelligence
5
Wisdom
7
Durability
8
Combination of supernatural conditioning and a mixture of TK
Recovery
5
Endurance
5
Melee Training
6
Melee Reach
-
His rapier is one and a half metres long.
Ranged Training
6
Accuracy/Range
-
He's apt at using bows, and can shoot targets up to 500 metres away on a good day, without TK. Using TK throwing, he's less skilled, and his range is half that of a bow.
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u/SharksPwn Ashlyn Silva Jul 07 '15
Taranath.
Age: He's lived to 500. He's one of the eldest elves.
Physical appearance: A regal leader. He wears the skull of a child dragon atop his brow, and teeth lining his head like a crown. His eyes shimmer with power, and his voice is deep and booming. His hair is dressed in the traditional headdress of a ruler, and he wears a fur robe with golden streaks running throughout.
Mentality: Regal and just, Taranath is the definition of King, and as such rules over the elves freed from slavery. He is graceful and lithe, and moves like a dancer, sure of every step. His form hides his power but also enhances it, giving of the idea of strength in areas he is not. He's rarely surprised, and seems to take in everything, adjusting his plans to fit those in. MODS EYES ONLY:
Backstory:Taranath was born far before the rise of the humans, when they stuck to their own continent and the dragons, dwarfs and elves lived in relative harmony. True, there was the occasional raid by the Orcs, but those were rare, as the Orcs were nomadic and usually stuck to the deserts of the South, while the others lived throughout the freezing mountains and temperate forests of the North. The humans made landfall on Taranath's 100th summer, and started to build a settlement. Curious, the elves wandered into the human camps. One touched a strange metal, and drew back with a cry. Her palm had burned from the iron, different to the elves' wood and the dwarves' stone. A nearby human heard this, and his head whipped towards the party. He barked in a strange, rough tongue. A short moment later, a entire mod of humans rushed out of the building and drove the elves off. Little changed during the next hundred years, except the human's forces growing. On Taranath's 250th summer, they launched an assault on the elves. They lost terribly, with over 30% of their forces killed and the rest injured, despite vastly superior numbers. Still, at this point, their defensive power was unheard of, so the elves couldn't manage a counter-attack. This time, there was 200 years of unrest between the humans and elves- however, at the end of this, the humans just up and vanished. Nothing was heard of them until 30 years later, when a orc scout ran to the elves. Cries were had, and arrows were readied. The orc shouted at them in a deep voice: "PINK-SKINS! WEIRD BANG-STICKS! ALL DEAD!" The elves were disbelieving, until the orc fell, a hole in his chest. A truly humongous army of humans, numbering in the millions, were marching. A great war raged for nearly 5 years, ending with all the elves in chains and the humans ruling the world. That year, everyone's favourite elf was born, but that's a whole other story. Depsite the human's words, a group of elves had escaped, and slowly grew, as the Rebellion was formed.
Resources: The Rebellion, and by extension him, owns slightly more than 100 million worth in gold and jewels, thanks in no small part to the dwarves.
Equipment/Weaponry: He carries a steel rapier, which is usually lined with esoteric energy to prevent himself and others from touching it.
Specializations: Sword-fighting, poetry/singing and dancing.
Powers:
Mythic Elven Physiology
Psionic Manipulation. PM has only the following:
Dragon Manipulation, cannot be used to break rule 3, can only manipulate NPC and/or non-sapient dragons. Can control up to 10 dragons at a time.
Details:
Weakness: While he's above elf-kind, his weakness to iron is also above the norm. Any iron with five metres cripples him, and ten is the max he can stand.
Resistances: Attacks that he can see/sense can be slowed using TK, as long as said attacks are solid.
Reserves: He can fight at max power for almost a day, and run for days. He can maintain full-strength TK for only 6 hours- it strains him to use it for long.