ConsequencesGhebaas Morvin paced the length of his room, his boots tapping sharply on the floor. The sparse furnishings were making the small room feel crowded to him, his mind trying to keep a hold on calm. His legs moved faster, turning him back and forth in a pattern, a small sense of order in the quickly diminishing order of his life. He tried the doorknob again, even though it was the fifth time he tried to open the door since he was put here. As before, it was locked. Bororg was also closed to him, the dragon not responding to his calls. He knew he was still near, their bond telling him that at least. He wasn’t sure at this point if even that was safest for the dragon. He should have gone after the others, stayed near his dragon as they had. Then the two would be out of this place, this crowded, small place full of poison.Consequences by SillyWritings
He jolted to a halt as he heard a key turn in the lock. Quickly schooling his face to one of calm, he folded his hands behind his back so their shaking wouldn’
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The great hall's torches were unlit, only the moon shining its light through the tall glass windows. The vast room was muted, its deep red carpet seemed black in the dark. The King's black dragon throne, along with the Queen's golden griffin seat, remained empty, all the official courtiers and Councils asleep for the night. There was no sound nor movement in the room, but it was not empty.
The King stood at the center of the hall, facing the thrones. He wore no crown over his black hair, it hanging unbound down his back. His arms were held loosely at his side, his stance calm. Only a slight twitch of his mouth hinted at a secret smile. They had finally come, the Ancients, the judges when the Guardians themselves were under scrutiny.
It was the King himself that was to be judged. Ghebaas Morvin, the Dragon Charmer who had lost both his dragons.
No, not lost. Using that word would hint at an accident. It was no acciden
Race: Iukan with a trace of all the other races.
Class: Spymaster. Swordsman. Assassin. Charmer (lolnope).
Personality: Arrogant in the extreme, he believes that he is a hero and that his cause is flawless and absolute in its logic. He will also sacrifice anything to succeed in his quest. His loyalty to Eamin is unwavering and his hatred for the four race system and its supporters is . Eloquent, polite and suave, his words are as dangerous as his sword. Although he views himself as a hero delivering justice to the four races he is really just a petulant child who is trying to take what the Iukans would not give him.
Strengths: Physically and mentally strong. Isn't fazed from his goal and is very persuasive in bringing others to his way of thinking. Skilled but not unequalled strategist. His sword is enchanted and can be used to defend himself from magic while being significantly stronger than the common hacker and can be used with either one or two hands. He has some simple fire magic, but that is all.
Weaknesses: His only weapon in combat is his sword as he has no ranged weapon or even a back-up melee weapon like a knife, so if he drops it or is disarmed he is pretty helpless at close range. His arrogance will probably be the death of him. Although he wears some armour, there are plenty of gaps and unprotected areas that are still important, like his head.
Background: Nydreich comes from an old and proud but almost forgotten family that he wished to return to its former glory by becoming the first general in several generations. Due to this, he had to work his way up from the very bottom, starting in the Iukan army. Working hard, Nydreich served the military with seemingly unbreakable loyalty, even leading a small group of trusted recruits into the great mountain to save a seemingly unimportant and reckless sergeant at the cost of one of his comrades.
When being considered for promotion to general, he was rejected on the opinion of a single well-established general; the grounds being that he had a number of occasions of mixed blood in his heritage, thanks to a number of charming and whimsical ancestors. Supposedly the word 'mongrel' was used to describe him, which gave his pride one hell of a knock. Feeling robbed, Nydreich considered his time in the Iukan army and his prospects. Blaming his rejection on attitudes towards mixed blood , the arrogance and naivety of others, Nydreich deserted.
He used what money he had to buy a horse and the family outfit re-sized for himself. Travelling for a number of days searching for the Nameless, he was eventually happened upon by a patrol who had been notified of his desertion. Trying his best to fight them off, he killed a small number of them but lost his horse in the fight. Fleeing into the forests he stumbled into the Nameless and joined them. Using his old and sympathetic contacts, he now gathers information on patrols and supply lines for Eamin while carrying out the occasional assassination of minor political figures.
The enchanted sword is an heirloom of his family.
All the men of the Volhart family had the tattoo on Nydreich's face on the right hand side of their face, while the women have it on the left.
Probably in love with himself. And the colour red.
Personal Quote: "Relinquish your hold on the rotten old world and join our new, fairer society."
Theme Song: Villainy Thrives by Trivium www.youtube.com/watch?v=6mafj0…
This came out alright, his clothes are a little pink but the colouring came out alright overall. His boots ought to be blacker, however. I'm pretty pleased with his design since it's a lot more elaborate than most of my OCs I would say. On the other hand, some of his coat looks a bit flat/stiff and some decorations longer than their 'symmetrical' ounterparts. The ruins on his sword ought to have a glow to them, but I haven't managed to pull that off yet.
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