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Maldrean
Name: Maldrean
Nickname: The Wandering Mage
Age: Ageless [Looks 29]
Sexuality: Straight
Race: God
Special features: He has blue tattoos covering most of his body which glow when he is angered or using his powers
What are you like?
Personality: Maldrean is a gaunt figure, adorned in blue robes. As the God of Lightning, he is a intelligent and noble being who was said to cherish all life. However, he came to be regarded as melancholic, evasive and even frightening, and was an enigma even to his own kind. He rarely spoke, was slow to anger and could be ponderous and slow to act, but was revered by other angels for his insight. When he did speak, his voice is said to have enraptured other angels through its melody and the wisdom it conveyed. However, as his demeanor darkened, his voice became chilling and could provoke thoughts of foreboding and feelings of angst. Other than that Maldrean is a mysterious being usually keeping to himself and even traveling the lands alone. Some wonder why he doesnt want to return to the heavens but his only response is that he doesnt want to be bored the human world is far more entertaining. Other than his cold demeanor Maldrean is a inquisitive being he enjoys the humans food always wanting to try something new and thoroughly enjoys the any form of human game wanting to challenge any in his spare time when stopping at a inn from his constant travels. Other than that when you get to know Maldrean he is a fun loving person as carefree as any person could be but he is easy to anger being as chaotic as lightning itself.
He carries himself with an air of amicable temperance, politely conversing with the people he encounters and freely giving his meager services to those who need a hand. Maldrean doesn't hesitate to put himself in the path of harm to shield those around him and often attempts to diffuse contentious situations with soft, calming words and a somewhat clownish personality involving feigned clumsiness. As with all gods they arent bound to an element but Maldrean has a fondness for lightning using it in most of his spells but he has a in depth knowledge of arcane magic using that as his primary skill set.
Likes:
- Trying earths foods
- Taking naps outside
- The breeze of a nice summer day
Dislikes:
- Being confronted on who or what he is
- Disturbed from one of his many naps he takes outside
- The rain because it reminds him of his home in the heavens
Motivations:
- Being one that wanders the lands and tries to avoid the trivial life of a normal god Maldrean has no true motivation in this world since he is a god he has nothing to aspire to or gain.
- As one that traverses the land Maldrean wishes to see all this world of man has to offer as he wants to watch all events unfold not missing any that occur.
Fears:
- As a god he has no fear of this world or what it holds other than that he does fear a war between man and the gods hoping that time will never come.
- Being dragged back to the heavens is what he would consider a fear since he is trying to avoid the duties of a god
What do you look like?
Height: 6'9
Weight: 150 lbs
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Black
Appearance:
- Spoiler:
Where have you been?
History:
- Spoiler:
- Being one of the many gods in this universe Maldrean helped with the human progression in his own way by leaving the heavens to help the humans who showed natural talent for magic by teaching them how to control it and in turn teach others the way of controlling there power. This was many many years ago when humans first springed forth and were a unruly race always warring. He did this in hope for creating peace but as with all humans that peace was short lived as all humans always desire more power. They began to use the power which he helped them control and master against one another forcing Maldreans hand to leave the heavens once more and make his presence known. He appeared in a bright flash of light in one of the many conflicts between countries in a blind rage he wiped these humans who abused the knowledge he gave them out in a matter of seconds before vanishing as quick as he arrived.
His actions caught up with him over the course of many years as the humans began to fear and loathe the god they once worshiped causing him to lose interest in staying in the heavens. He now wished to live with the humans and show them the right path to follow once more. Maldrean now wanders these lands as a mage for hire willing to teach the ones who show promise the knowledge he once passed down all those years ago and this time hopefully watch over these humans too make sure the mistake he made all those years ago will never happen again. He keeps his true identity a secret only known to those who are gods. But as with all humans there greed is what makes them a race that shouldnt be allowed to have this power.
- Spoiler:
- The sound of water dripping in this small holding cell awoke its lone occupant. "Atleast they had the decency to bandage my wounds" The man said in his head as he sat on bench his arms in front of him locked together in a very tough type of hand restraints and his mouth was gagged to keep him from using his magic. He looked around his small holding cell nothing of noteworthy other than the 2 guards sitting infront of the cell door. "Only two guards they must really think im weak" Viktor continued to think to himself as he flexed his fingers cracking them to test the strength of the restraints. "How long is it gonna take them to get here told them to be here one day after i arrived, this cursed sealing tattoo is starting to itch" Viktor continued to speak to himself in his mind as he stood up and stretched.
He started to make note of all the cracks in this holding cell it seemed to be fairly impregnable and from the scent it was in the basement of the guild hall of Blue Pegasus. It has been over a day since he was defeated by Tali and still with all the interrogating she didnt get a single thing from Viktor except for the usual laughter he gave and rude remarks to her new look which she received from the attack she took full on. As the day drag on Viktor began to plot his escape from this holding cell and hopefully his allies would crash in to aid him in the escape. This would require tact and precision to escape from here but to Viktor tact would be killing the guards and slowly make his way out. Best way to get them to enter the cell was only one way fake collapsing.
Viktor fell to his knees and made a loud thud on the cell floor causing the guards to jump and turn around to see Viktor laying on the ground. The 2 guards panicked abit thinking this would get them in trouble so they entered the cell to hopefully resuscitate Viktor with some water. As they neared him one of the guards noticed the odd looking tattoo like seal on his back and as he touched it to try and flip Viktor over it glew and vanished. As it vanished Viktor smirked as he brought his head up slamming it into one of the guards chin causing him to fall back clenching his mouth as he looked up to see the towering form of Viktor who turned his attention to the other guard who backed up near the back of the cell. Viktor approached the frightened guard grabbing the sides of his head with the cuffed hands and turned breaking the mans neck.
Viktor grabbed one of the keys off the guard with the snapped neck removing the hand restraints and then the gag. "Ahhhh so much better now what should i do with you" He said as looked back to the other guard who was clenching his mouth and grabbed him by the head and as he did poison began to overflow his head. The man screamed in agony as his screaming turned to gurgling noises then silence. "Now lets lets play the waiting game for Aoi and them to show up" Viktor said as he yawned and began to walk down the hallway still dragging the dead guard grasped in his hand. Viktor stopped at the stairway to reach the main level "Now lets see what going on up stairs shall we" Viktor said with a wicked smile as he looked down to the lifeless body still in his hand. He walked up the stairs and as he reached the door he kicked it open. As the door flung open Viktor walked out his wicked smile on his face as he looked around to notice a large hall and the sound of people talking. Viktor walked towards the main entrance to the hall the body still in tow as he threw it at one of the tables. The limp form slammed into a empty table as Viktor began to laugh maniacally. "NOW LET THE FUN BEGIN" he yelled in his psychotic tone waiting to see the horrid looks on everyones faces.
Who do you know?
Reference: Narza
Face claim: Maldrean/Jace Beleran/Magic the Gathering
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