Post by cielisar on Jan 6, 2011 0:02:20 GMT -6
Name:
Cielisar Arkenea
(Pronounced seal-ee-sar are-ken-ay)
Though, he’ll often go by simply “Ciel” (since it’s just easier for non-elven races to say) and, if you get really close, he may just let you call him “Cele”
(Pronounced sea-lee)
Cielisar meaning “Heavenly Seeker” and Arkenea meaning “mages of…”**
Age:
Fifty-nine
Appears to be around his early twenties
Height:
Five foot two inches
Weight:
134 lbs
Gender:
Male
Race:
Elf (Mage)
Appearance:
i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/the_doggy5435/DSCI0253.jpg ****
Cielisar has snowy white hair that reaches to about the bottom of his tailbone if let down. Though, more often than not, he has his hair pulled back into a simple ponytail that reaches his mid back. His chin-length bangs are parted to the left causing his right eye to be hidden behind them and the hair to fall just past his left. Encircling each of his eyes is a black tattoo; a symbol of his elven heritage he wears proudly. His almond shaped eyes are a dark grey colour and he believes his eyes are too far apart. The area around his pointed nose and angular cheeks are decorated heavily with freckles. Like any elf, his ears are large a pointed; each ear has four small hoop earrings.
Across the rest of his body are tattoos as well, though they are often hidden behind baggy and comfortable clothing. Due to the fact Cielisar hates socks and shoes he often goes barefoot but, if he had to wear shoes, his choice of footwear are sandals. Around his neck he always wears a small golden locket.
Personality:
Cielisar tends to be more reserved. After the beginning of his life with little conversation with people other than the elf who took him as an apprentice he could be labeled a bit socially awkward. There tend to be pauses in his speech for, whenever he talks, he thinks out what he’s going to say carefully.
Though, he also tends to be rather sarcastic depending on the situation. Like, if he’s annoyed, thinks whatever was just said is stupid, or if he just knows the person well enough. Thought out sarcasm but sarcasm all the same.
The elf is also quite prideful. He’d rather argue his point even after he realizes he isn’t right just because he doesn’t want to admit he was wrong. Cielisar also may come off as cold and may act like he dislikes others in general but, though he wouldn’t admit it, he enjoys helping others (hence his chosen area of magic, health). He just simply enjoys the feeling of knowing he made someone’s life a bit easier. So, even if he complains and whines about doing seemingly pointless tasks it’s just because he doesn’t want to admit he might just actually have a heart.
Arrogance is another thing Cielisar has a problem with. Even though he’s nowhere near the best mage he likes to act as if he is. Same goes for his intelligence. He likes to think he’s more intelligent than the beings around him when, in truth, he’s probably just barely above average.
Background:
When he was young Cielisar began to show interest in becoming a mage. Thus, for a while, his father (who was also a mage) taught him basics. That is, until his father passed away. He was just about twenty-two at the time. Once he turned twenty-three his mother allowed him to become an apprentice to an older elf mage. Despite his old age… no, because of his old age the mage was incredibly powerful. Cielisar was inspired by him. For decades he devoted himself to books, learning spells… mostly in theory. He was taught that if he didn’t understand what he was reading and simply just tried to execute the spell, it wouldn’t nearly as powerful as if he did understand the exact logic behind said spell.
The white-haired elf found his passion in ice and healing magic after quite a bit of studying. So, he shifted his focus to spells, abilities, and things of the like that pertained to his newly discovered path. He actually started to execute spells at this point… very very simple spells but, still, it was something.
In a blink of an eye another decade passed and he was now forty-six years of age. At this point in time his master took another apprentice under his wing. Strangely, it was a human apprentice. Cielisar had become accustomed to simply being around elves, so a human was rather strange. They both had a liking for health magic and often helped each other out. Before Cielisar knew it, he was falling in love with the human mage. This was, however, one of those things (among many others) that the elf kept to himself in hopes that odd emotion would just go away.
Though, no matter how many times he would tell himself it was silly the feeling wouldn’t go away. Eventually he couldn’t just keep quiet about it anymore; why a human was driving him so crazy was beyond him and he knew nothing but disappointment would come from it. Nevertheless, he told the human mage his feelings and the other accepted them in step. Even returning them to an extent, to Cielisar’s surprise. The two of them enjoyed sharing the company of the other; whether it was talking about nearly anything or just basking in the comfortable silence. The human mage was the one who bestowed the nickname ‘Cele’ to Cielisar; also he was the one who gave the elf the gold locket that currently hangs around his neck.
Unfortunately, good things never seem to last. Cielisar and the human had been sent by their seemingly ancient master to go retrieve a special type of mushroom for some sort of potion. The mushroom grew in the dark of a nearby cave; a cave Cielisar was never very happy to go into. He hated the feeling of so much rock above his head. It’d seem this fear was justified, however, when an earthquake shook the earth. Clyde, the human mage, had been the first to react telling Cielisar to get out of the cave. The elf was too shaken (in more ways than one) to even move. Cielisar wasn’t even sure what happened next. One moment he was in the cave, frozen to his spot and the next he was on the ground. A huge pile of rocks at his feet; the cave had collapsed. Collapsed right on top of the human he had grown to love so much… all because he had to play the hero and save him; and because of Cielisar’s own inability to run when it mattered the most.
Soon after his master passed away from old age; not a huge surprise to Cielisar but still depressing nonetheless. Now he often spends his days still in the “house” of his old master… recalling what he was taught.
Roleplay Sample:
(A reply from a Zombie Apocalypse roleplay I’m doing. Ciel had just been asked by a fellow survivor, “Are you a zombie?” after walking into a store that had a loud (at least, it seemed loud) bell ring when he opened the door.)
After the door closed behind him Ciel didn’t move. Not. An. Inch. Were zombies going to swarm around him, now? Why the hell would they have a bell here? Okay, Ciel, stupid question. Obviously they weren’t planning on using this store to hide from zombies when it was created, he scolded himself mentally. After maybe a moment or two he came to realize that, to his immense relief, the store was deserted… or at least nothing was coming from the mere sound of the bell.
The eighteen year old turned around to see if it’d be at all possible for him to get rid of the bell. Standing on the very tips of his toes he tried to reach up to grab the bell or… something. Alas, his vertically impaired-ness prevented him from saving any future zombie hunter from going through the same thing he just did. He contemplated taking out his sword and hacking at it but if he hadn’t attracted attention already that certainly would.
The short male took a step, about to go in when he heard some other noise not a result of his step. Once again he froze; his heart started to race and he didn’t dare to even breathe. As quietly as he could he drew his two swords. He wasn’t afraid to pounce on whatever came at him.
Okay, so he was afraid and if the zombie was something more than a common stumbler he’d probably be sprinting away faster than you could say “TTFN”.
If the zombie didn’t end up killing him the suspense would. It made him wish whatever was there would just come out so he could prove to himself his paranoid mind wasn’t just playing tricks on him.
When he saw another human step into sight he nearly gave a shout of joy. Ciel blinked his eyes. Once. Twice. Three times. The other male wouldn’t go away and that was proof enough for Ciel. He wasn’t seeing things. At that moment Ciel had the urge to go hug the boy. He did refrain from doing so, for he realized that’d probably get him either killed or, at the very least, whacked by the disgusting looking racket he had.
Ciel was certain he’d be safe for now so, in order to show he wasn’t planning on attacking he placed his swords back in their sheaths on his hips. He also put his gloved hands out in a gesture which he hoped said ‘I come in peace’. At that thought, however, he thought of holding up hand in that weird alien peace sign. Obviously, he didn’t actually do so.
He managed to resist his natural instinct to use sarcasm and tell the other male ’Yes, look at me. I’m a zombie’ for he realized in this situation sarcasm wouldn’t be exactly appreciated. It was a valid question, in this day and age and he didn’t want to ruin possibly his only chance to have a companion.
Ciel opened his mouth to reply but at first no noise would come out. Shaking his head lightly, in place of a vocal response, he tried again.
“No.”
The response was simple; his voice was hoarse and quiet. At first he almost started to worry his voice had, actually, gone. It was strange how much his missed talking. Before, he was never one to talk to people but now he just wanted to say some more. If just only to hear his own voice.
“I’m not a zombie.”
That’s right, I’m not a zombie… I’m alive. It was almost like a revelation.
At that point he almost decided to be a smartass and ask the question back. But he figured smartass-ism and sarcasm fell under the same umbrella.
After the initial joy of finding another person wore off he couldn’t help but examine the green-eyed boy. Was that how he had looked before Super Wal-Mart? Though you probably looked worse, Ciel. The first thought that came to his head when he saw the plaid shirt was “lesbian” but he quickly remembered the man in front of him was, well, a man thus he couldn’t be a lesbian. Taking a look at the red shirt Aden was wearing a memory came to his mind. More like a joke.
When he was younger he had gotten a scratch playing at a park and his father cleaned it up with the red shirt he was wearing before turning to Ciel’s mother and saying with that goofy smile of his, “You know, this use to be a white shirt!” He could remember the vaguely disgusted yet amused look on his mother’s face. The memory almost made Ciel want to cry. Shaking his head lightly he tried to take his mind off the past and back on what was happening now.
He had to admit, the brown haired male’s pants look as if they’d be destroyed if a strong enough wind came. Ciel felt oddly guilty. As if, he should have brought clean clothes for him (despite the fact he couldn’t have known he’d be running into another boy).
The last thing he noted about the racket-holding-male was his hair. It made him think of a birds nest. Not that Ciel was judging him or anything; hair definitely wasn’t a priority at this point in time. Though, it looked really unmanageable and Ciel wondered if it got in his way. Thus, before he could even think about what he was saying he asked in his hoarse voice, “You wanna borrow my brush?”
It was a well-intended question and Ciel just hoped the other male wouldn’t be offended. The mostly-French male could give him a rubber band as well if he wanted it… certainly it’d make it easier to see.
Other (Abilities, etc):
Heal Minor Wounds: Simple things like cuts, scrapes, etc. Maybe even numb the pain of larger bruises and such.
Heal Moderate Wounds: More serious gashes and cuts can be taken care of and make bruises disappear completely.
Heal Major Wounds: Even broken bones aren’t a problem anymore. Though, casting such a spell isn’t easy on the body. So, while he may be able to heal a fracture it’d leave him feeling drained and exhausted.
Ice Bolt: Small icicles form seemingly from his finger tips and are launched in the direction the castor chooses. Though not all that powerful it might sting and slow the enemy a little.
Ice Blast: By rapidly freezing the water in and around an enemy said enemy is stuck in place for a small amount of time (amount of time depending on level, resistance to magic/ice, distance, etc.).
Ice Burst: While weaker in strength than Ice Blast it can affect a small area around the caster, buying, hopefully, a little bit of time.
Ice Spikes: Jagged spikes of ice shoot out of the ground (so it seems) and if timed and aimed correctly could seriously injure an enemy. Though, it tends to be a slower attack and it takes loads of practice to get it right… not to mention it wouldn’t be too hard to sense where and when the spikes shoot out of the ground.
I’m not sure what abilities he’d start with or how long until Cielisar’s able to get these abilities but these are the ones I can think of at the moment.
I hope I did this right… If there are any mistakes or anything I did wrong please let me know xD;
Also, if you have any suggestions for abilities at all I’d really appreciate hearing them ^^;
**Arkenea is, technically a “prefix” for an elven name but adding a suffix made it look odd and was too much of a mouthful.
Source: www.angelfire.com/rpg2/vortexshadow/names.html
****Minus the funky robes. He was originally in Dragon Age: Origins roleplays.
Cielisar Arkenea
(Pronounced seal-ee-sar are-ken-ay)
Though, he’ll often go by simply “Ciel” (since it’s just easier for non-elven races to say) and, if you get really close, he may just let you call him “Cele”
(Pronounced sea-lee)
Cielisar meaning “Heavenly Seeker” and Arkenea meaning “mages of…”**
Age:
Fifty-nine
Appears to be around his early twenties
Height:
Five foot two inches
Weight:
134 lbs
Gender:
Male
Race:
Elf (Mage)
Appearance:
i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/the_doggy5435/DSCI0253.jpg ****
Cielisar has snowy white hair that reaches to about the bottom of his tailbone if let down. Though, more often than not, he has his hair pulled back into a simple ponytail that reaches his mid back. His chin-length bangs are parted to the left causing his right eye to be hidden behind them and the hair to fall just past his left. Encircling each of his eyes is a black tattoo; a symbol of his elven heritage he wears proudly. His almond shaped eyes are a dark grey colour and he believes his eyes are too far apart. The area around his pointed nose and angular cheeks are decorated heavily with freckles. Like any elf, his ears are large a pointed; each ear has four small hoop earrings.
Across the rest of his body are tattoos as well, though they are often hidden behind baggy and comfortable clothing. Due to the fact Cielisar hates socks and shoes he often goes barefoot but, if he had to wear shoes, his choice of footwear are sandals. Around his neck he always wears a small golden locket.
Personality:
Cielisar tends to be more reserved. After the beginning of his life with little conversation with people other than the elf who took him as an apprentice he could be labeled a bit socially awkward. There tend to be pauses in his speech for, whenever he talks, he thinks out what he’s going to say carefully.
Though, he also tends to be rather sarcastic depending on the situation. Like, if he’s annoyed, thinks whatever was just said is stupid, or if he just knows the person well enough. Thought out sarcasm but sarcasm all the same.
The elf is also quite prideful. He’d rather argue his point even after he realizes he isn’t right just because he doesn’t want to admit he was wrong. Cielisar also may come off as cold and may act like he dislikes others in general but, though he wouldn’t admit it, he enjoys helping others (hence his chosen area of magic, health). He just simply enjoys the feeling of knowing he made someone’s life a bit easier. So, even if he complains and whines about doing seemingly pointless tasks it’s just because he doesn’t want to admit he might just actually have a heart.
Arrogance is another thing Cielisar has a problem with. Even though he’s nowhere near the best mage he likes to act as if he is. Same goes for his intelligence. He likes to think he’s more intelligent than the beings around him when, in truth, he’s probably just barely above average.
Background:
When he was young Cielisar began to show interest in becoming a mage. Thus, for a while, his father (who was also a mage) taught him basics. That is, until his father passed away. He was just about twenty-two at the time. Once he turned twenty-three his mother allowed him to become an apprentice to an older elf mage. Despite his old age… no, because of his old age the mage was incredibly powerful. Cielisar was inspired by him. For decades he devoted himself to books, learning spells… mostly in theory. He was taught that if he didn’t understand what he was reading and simply just tried to execute the spell, it wouldn’t nearly as powerful as if he did understand the exact logic behind said spell.
The white-haired elf found his passion in ice and healing magic after quite a bit of studying. So, he shifted his focus to spells, abilities, and things of the like that pertained to his newly discovered path. He actually started to execute spells at this point… very very simple spells but, still, it was something.
In a blink of an eye another decade passed and he was now forty-six years of age. At this point in time his master took another apprentice under his wing. Strangely, it was a human apprentice. Cielisar had become accustomed to simply being around elves, so a human was rather strange. They both had a liking for health magic and often helped each other out. Before Cielisar knew it, he was falling in love with the human mage. This was, however, one of those things (among many others) that the elf kept to himself in hopes that odd emotion would just go away.
Though, no matter how many times he would tell himself it was silly the feeling wouldn’t go away. Eventually he couldn’t just keep quiet about it anymore; why a human was driving him so crazy was beyond him and he knew nothing but disappointment would come from it. Nevertheless, he told the human mage his feelings and the other accepted them in step. Even returning them to an extent, to Cielisar’s surprise. The two of them enjoyed sharing the company of the other; whether it was talking about nearly anything or just basking in the comfortable silence. The human mage was the one who bestowed the nickname ‘Cele’ to Cielisar; also he was the one who gave the elf the gold locket that currently hangs around his neck.
Unfortunately, good things never seem to last. Cielisar and the human had been sent by their seemingly ancient master to go retrieve a special type of mushroom for some sort of potion. The mushroom grew in the dark of a nearby cave; a cave Cielisar was never very happy to go into. He hated the feeling of so much rock above his head. It’d seem this fear was justified, however, when an earthquake shook the earth. Clyde, the human mage, had been the first to react telling Cielisar to get out of the cave. The elf was too shaken (in more ways than one) to even move. Cielisar wasn’t even sure what happened next. One moment he was in the cave, frozen to his spot and the next he was on the ground. A huge pile of rocks at his feet; the cave had collapsed. Collapsed right on top of the human he had grown to love so much… all because he had to play the hero and save him; and because of Cielisar’s own inability to run when it mattered the most.
Soon after his master passed away from old age; not a huge surprise to Cielisar but still depressing nonetheless. Now he often spends his days still in the “house” of his old master… recalling what he was taught.
Roleplay Sample:
(A reply from a Zombie Apocalypse roleplay I’m doing. Ciel had just been asked by a fellow survivor, “Are you a zombie?” after walking into a store that had a loud (at least, it seemed loud) bell ring when he opened the door.)
After the door closed behind him Ciel didn’t move. Not. An. Inch. Were zombies going to swarm around him, now? Why the hell would they have a bell here? Okay, Ciel, stupid question. Obviously they weren’t planning on using this store to hide from zombies when it was created, he scolded himself mentally. After maybe a moment or two he came to realize that, to his immense relief, the store was deserted… or at least nothing was coming from the mere sound of the bell.
The eighteen year old turned around to see if it’d be at all possible for him to get rid of the bell. Standing on the very tips of his toes he tried to reach up to grab the bell or… something. Alas, his vertically impaired-ness prevented him from saving any future zombie hunter from going through the same thing he just did. He contemplated taking out his sword and hacking at it but if he hadn’t attracted attention already that certainly would.
The short male took a step, about to go in when he heard some other noise not a result of his step. Once again he froze; his heart started to race and he didn’t dare to even breathe. As quietly as he could he drew his two swords. He wasn’t afraid to pounce on whatever came at him.
Okay, so he was afraid and if the zombie was something more than a common stumbler he’d probably be sprinting away faster than you could say “TTFN”.
If the zombie didn’t end up killing him the suspense would. It made him wish whatever was there would just come out so he could prove to himself his paranoid mind wasn’t just playing tricks on him.
When he saw another human step into sight he nearly gave a shout of joy. Ciel blinked his eyes. Once. Twice. Three times. The other male wouldn’t go away and that was proof enough for Ciel. He wasn’t seeing things. At that moment Ciel had the urge to go hug the boy. He did refrain from doing so, for he realized that’d probably get him either killed or, at the very least, whacked by the disgusting looking racket he had.
Ciel was certain he’d be safe for now so, in order to show he wasn’t planning on attacking he placed his swords back in their sheaths on his hips. He also put his gloved hands out in a gesture which he hoped said ‘I come in peace’. At that thought, however, he thought of holding up hand in that weird alien peace sign. Obviously, he didn’t actually do so.
He managed to resist his natural instinct to use sarcasm and tell the other male ’Yes, look at me. I’m a zombie’ for he realized in this situation sarcasm wouldn’t be exactly appreciated. It was a valid question, in this day and age and he didn’t want to ruin possibly his only chance to have a companion.
Ciel opened his mouth to reply but at first no noise would come out. Shaking his head lightly, in place of a vocal response, he tried again.
“No.”
The response was simple; his voice was hoarse and quiet. At first he almost started to worry his voice had, actually, gone. It was strange how much his missed talking. Before, he was never one to talk to people but now he just wanted to say some more. If just only to hear his own voice.
“I’m not a zombie.”
That’s right, I’m not a zombie… I’m alive. It was almost like a revelation.
At that point he almost decided to be a smartass and ask the question back. But he figured smartass-ism and sarcasm fell under the same umbrella.
After the initial joy of finding another person wore off he couldn’t help but examine the green-eyed boy. Was that how he had looked before Super Wal-Mart? Though you probably looked worse, Ciel. The first thought that came to his head when he saw the plaid shirt was “lesbian” but he quickly remembered the man in front of him was, well, a man thus he couldn’t be a lesbian. Taking a look at the red shirt Aden was wearing a memory came to his mind. More like a joke.
When he was younger he had gotten a scratch playing at a park and his father cleaned it up with the red shirt he was wearing before turning to Ciel’s mother and saying with that goofy smile of his, “You know, this use to be a white shirt!” He could remember the vaguely disgusted yet amused look on his mother’s face. The memory almost made Ciel want to cry. Shaking his head lightly he tried to take his mind off the past and back on what was happening now.
He had to admit, the brown haired male’s pants look as if they’d be destroyed if a strong enough wind came. Ciel felt oddly guilty. As if, he should have brought clean clothes for him (despite the fact he couldn’t have known he’d be running into another boy).
The last thing he noted about the racket-holding-male was his hair. It made him think of a birds nest. Not that Ciel was judging him or anything; hair definitely wasn’t a priority at this point in time. Though, it looked really unmanageable and Ciel wondered if it got in his way. Thus, before he could even think about what he was saying he asked in his hoarse voice, “You wanna borrow my brush?”
It was a well-intended question and Ciel just hoped the other male wouldn’t be offended. The mostly-French male could give him a rubber band as well if he wanted it… certainly it’d make it easier to see.
Other (Abilities, etc):
Heal Minor Wounds: Simple things like cuts, scrapes, etc. Maybe even numb the pain of larger bruises and such.
Heal Moderate Wounds: More serious gashes and cuts can be taken care of and make bruises disappear completely.
Heal Major Wounds: Even broken bones aren’t a problem anymore. Though, casting such a spell isn’t easy on the body. So, while he may be able to heal a fracture it’d leave him feeling drained and exhausted.
Ice Bolt: Small icicles form seemingly from his finger tips and are launched in the direction the castor chooses. Though not all that powerful it might sting and slow the enemy a little.
Ice Blast: By rapidly freezing the water in and around an enemy said enemy is stuck in place for a small amount of time (amount of time depending on level, resistance to magic/ice, distance, etc.).
Ice Burst: While weaker in strength than Ice Blast it can affect a small area around the caster, buying, hopefully, a little bit of time.
Ice Spikes: Jagged spikes of ice shoot out of the ground (so it seems) and if timed and aimed correctly could seriously injure an enemy. Though, it tends to be a slower attack and it takes loads of practice to get it right… not to mention it wouldn’t be too hard to sense where and when the spikes shoot out of the ground.
I’m not sure what abilities he’d start with or how long until Cielisar’s able to get these abilities but these are the ones I can think of at the moment.
I hope I did this right… If there are any mistakes or anything I did wrong please let me know xD;
Also, if you have any suggestions for abilities at all I’d really appreciate hearing them ^^;
**Arkenea is, technically a “prefix” for an elven name but adding a suffix made it look odd and was too much of a mouthful.
Source: www.angelfire.com/rpg2/vortexshadow/names.html
****Minus the funky robes. He was originally in Dragon Age: Origins roleplays.