Etherlam Val'Shay Firedrake
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Etherlam Val'Shay Firedrake
Etherlam 6/19/2011, 1:06 am
Name: Etherlam Val'Shay Firedrake
Age: 253 (Immortal)
Hieght" 6'3
Appearance: [You must be registered and logged in to see this image.] <---- Werecat form.
Personality: Etherlam is just a bit insane, after having lived with the other Dark Elf in the Underdark for 100 years of his life he has been exposed to their ways, he hated his kin and does not accept them as his own yet he has embraced their ways of torture. As well, Etherlam's personality is affected by the beings he keeps inside him, a Spirit of Flame and a Blood Demon, though the Spirit stays with Etherlam willingly, Ether captured the Demon and locked him deep away in his mind, using the creature to empower his blood and dark magic. Though the beings have names Etherlam has never revealed them, if they knew of the Demon's name, they could use it to free him and that would spill choas into the world, the Demon is blood thirsty and is always hungering for revenge.
History: Even though he is an assassin he has never spilt the blood of someone he deems to be an innocent. His father had been sacerficed to Loth, the Spider Queen and Goddess of the dark elf, he was a good man and taught Etherlam how to use his blades, Etherlam's style of sword fighting is mostly with only two blades but his highest form is using four blades. After his father was killed he plotted against the rest of his family, killed his only brother and two of his sisters before he was forced to escape, he makes plans on returning though so he may kill his mother and his remaining family for what they have done. He has recieved his assassin training from a high elf he met after he escaped, the high elf thought at first Etherlam was just another one of his evil kin until he got to know him, they became good friends and when Etherlam left the village of the high elves he came across a human town where he was trained in the ways of tracking by an older man who never onced judged him by his appearance. When Etherlam finished his training, his old firend had passed away and in his grief Ether stayed at the log cabin for a while, thinking to himself, a deep depression taking over for this was the second most precious person in his lfie that he had lost. After the dark cloud had passed he moved on through the forest, the Surface world still new to him even after the years his spent on top. He stopped by many towns and villages, fights always seeemd to follow where he went, he once took out an entire Inn filled with drunken dwarfs and humans, using his training and clever tactics. Then the real challenges started to come, in one village he went to, he had no problems except a few dirty looks, but then a towns girl came up dead and of course they all blamed the new dark elf in their midst. Etherlam gave himself over to the authorities willingly to try and prove he was innocent but he still got treated badly in the cells, guards turned their eyes as they took turns beating him and spitting curses at him. When the trial came he was judged unfairly, and at that point he decided to escape instead of be put to death, when night fell a guard came, thinking to get a few swings in, Etherlam rendered him unconscience easily and stole the keys, grabbing his stuff and using his assassin training to sneak free of the building without being seen.
Of course following his escape, he had bounty hunters on his trail, these weren't drunks at a bar neither, these were hardened killers, who were trained for this, but Etherlam was more than ready, he fought through them, sometimes in open combat, other times he proved superior in being the hunter, he was an Assassin after all and he enjoyed his work. The number of bounty hunters on him slowly began to become fewer and fewer, but the ones who did remain always got harder. At this point Etherlam figured out he'd have to train in an evil art of magic to make his assassinations better, he hid for many years, that part of his history is lost but during that time, he mastered Darkness, making every bounty hunter that came across him, fear him more. Though the Darkness was not Ether's favorite power and there was to much evil, he needed to balance it out and so he traveled to a forest that was susposedly haunted, he ventured through for many nights until he found what he was looking for, a Spirit Warden of Flame,He battle the Spirit for days, tyring to capture it but after the tenth day, the Flame Warden laughed and stopped fighting, appreciating Etherlam's skill he willingly gave himself over, sharing its powers with him, Etherlam and the Spirit spent many days figuring out the spells and techniques and from then on, Etherlam used his fire in battle, soon he had the element mastered. After the course of a few more eyars, the bounty hunters finally stopped coming but as well, Etherlam put his Assassination to more use, he took jobs that involved killing off people in high power but were corrupted, he only kileld evil but this still only raised his bounty further, but he enjoyed the challenge, he has a collection of weapons, always learning and improving himself, taking what he needed and growing stronger. While training in the arts of dark magic, Etherlam learned of an ability that after killing a target or oppenet he could devour the pure part of their soul and make him stronger, so from then one whenever he killed, he grew more powerful.
One of his toughest challenges was when he was being hunted by a lycan of the feline class, this bounty hunter proved to be tricky, he was equally as powerful as Etherlam and for days they went back and forth, one narrowly escaping the other, it was by chance that Ether came by his small encampent as he slept and Etherlam sprung and ambush, the Hunter heard him and was able to react to the first attack but not to the second blade coming in at the side that went deep within his abdomen, but before dying the lycan scratched down Etherlam's arm and infected him with the curse. The drow assassin quickly rushed to the nearest town after the fight, Lycan poisoning had to be treated quickly but their medics had nothing to treat him with, he could only find a book on how to control the beast that would become him. Every month under the full moon Ether would have to cut open the wound on his arm and spill the black blood to remain in control, the side affect was he would be marked with the ears and tail of a cat, but he can control when he transforms as well, but if his eyes were to see the real world, he would go blood crazed and on a rampage until he fell asleep, so whenever he goes into his werecat form, he always uses a blind fold. He did not let this hinder him though as he made a life for himself on the surface, he became one of the most widely known assassins, but that wasn't good enough, he decided he would be the best and then he changed that to, he was already the best and because of that comment, not only did he fight the occasional bounty hunter but also other assassins looking to pull that title away from him, he killed them all, some harder than others, fewer even harder than that. Somehow Etherlam managed to be on top and when he defeated them, he devoured the soul, the tougher oppenets giving him more power.
After having spent over a century and a half, killing and making a name for himself Etherlam decided he needed a rarer type of magic, one that offered him greater advantage and so he consulted with the Flame Warden in his mind and they decided that to benefit Etherlam and the good of the people he would hunt down a blood demon and use its power for good. And so they spent months tracking, learning of clues and legends of an ancient Blood Demon that lived in the mountains. Spending many more weeks Etherlam climbed the slopes of the Mountains of Hakthar till he came accros a lair, the entrance littered with blood and bones, some fresh, others centuries old, some bones that were ash and looked over a millenium, he knew he had never faced a creature like this but he would either take the beast or die this day, no week long glorious battle or lifetime fued, this would only last a day. Entering the cave the Demon did not hesitate to lash out, not even giving so muh as a warning, the battle seemed to last for hours with no end, no break, just a continuous torrent of magic and blades, the Demon using a rapier and its blood magic, Etherlam with his twin enchanted swords and fire. Eventually Ether found his opening and lashed out, weaking the beast long enough for him to call out the Spirit and imprison the Demon in his body, after the battle Etherlam spent the next few months in the cave, living there as the demon had, training in the ways of using its blood magic and when he knew what was needed, he left and continued his adventures across the world, harvesting more power and weapons, his two main weapons created when the Spirit decded to live with Etherlam and the other from when he imprisoned the demon, the swords share the same name as the beings they were created from but like them, he never shared their names, names are the most powerful weapon to Etherlam and he would deny everyone that kind of power over the Spirit and Demon.
Race: Dark Elf or Drow
Gender: Male
Powers: Fire, Blood magic, Weapon shifting, Werecat form
Weapons: Four Swords, an assortment of knives and daggers, and mini dart crossbows.
Class: Assassin and / Tracker
Family: Damon Firedrake (Brother)
Love:
Etherlam's Forms include: His Werecat, the Spirit, and the Demon, though the Spirit has half control along with Etherlam, the demon in this form has no control, Ether will not risk it, he just absorbs the needed power from his Blood Demon and uses the powers to his benefit in a fight. Also with a Spirit being living inside Etherlam, its nearly impossible for a mind invasion to take place, the Fire spirit is always watching and guards the Demon.
Fight song:
Age: 253 (Immortal)
Hieght" 6'3
Appearance: [You must be registered and logged in to see this image.] <---- Werecat form.
Personality: Etherlam is just a bit insane, after having lived with the other Dark Elf in the Underdark for 100 years of his life he has been exposed to their ways, he hated his kin and does not accept them as his own yet he has embraced their ways of torture. As well, Etherlam's personality is affected by the beings he keeps inside him, a Spirit of Flame and a Blood Demon, though the Spirit stays with Etherlam willingly, Ether captured the Demon and locked him deep away in his mind, using the creature to empower his blood and dark magic. Though the beings have names Etherlam has never revealed them, if they knew of the Demon's name, they could use it to free him and that would spill choas into the world, the Demon is blood thirsty and is always hungering for revenge.
History: Even though he is an assassin he has never spilt the blood of someone he deems to be an innocent. His father had been sacerficed to Loth, the Spider Queen and Goddess of the dark elf, he was a good man and taught Etherlam how to use his blades, Etherlam's style of sword fighting is mostly with only two blades but his highest form is using four blades. After his father was killed he plotted against the rest of his family, killed his only brother and two of his sisters before he was forced to escape, he makes plans on returning though so he may kill his mother and his remaining family for what they have done. He has recieved his assassin training from a high elf he met after he escaped, the high elf thought at first Etherlam was just another one of his evil kin until he got to know him, they became good friends and when Etherlam left the village of the high elves he came across a human town where he was trained in the ways of tracking by an older man who never onced judged him by his appearance. When Etherlam finished his training, his old firend had passed away and in his grief Ether stayed at the log cabin for a while, thinking to himself, a deep depression taking over for this was the second most precious person in his lfie that he had lost. After the dark cloud had passed he moved on through the forest, the Surface world still new to him even after the years his spent on top. He stopped by many towns and villages, fights always seeemd to follow where he went, he once took out an entire Inn filled with drunken dwarfs and humans, using his training and clever tactics. Then the real challenges started to come, in one village he went to, he had no problems except a few dirty looks, but then a towns girl came up dead and of course they all blamed the new dark elf in their midst. Etherlam gave himself over to the authorities willingly to try and prove he was innocent but he still got treated badly in the cells, guards turned their eyes as they took turns beating him and spitting curses at him. When the trial came he was judged unfairly, and at that point he decided to escape instead of be put to death, when night fell a guard came, thinking to get a few swings in, Etherlam rendered him unconscience easily and stole the keys, grabbing his stuff and using his assassin training to sneak free of the building without being seen.
Of course following his escape, he had bounty hunters on his trail, these weren't drunks at a bar neither, these were hardened killers, who were trained for this, but Etherlam was more than ready, he fought through them, sometimes in open combat, other times he proved superior in being the hunter, he was an Assassin after all and he enjoyed his work. The number of bounty hunters on him slowly began to become fewer and fewer, but the ones who did remain always got harder. At this point Etherlam figured out he'd have to train in an evil art of magic to make his assassinations better, he hid for many years, that part of his history is lost but during that time, he mastered Darkness, making every bounty hunter that came across him, fear him more. Though the Darkness was not Ether's favorite power and there was to much evil, he needed to balance it out and so he traveled to a forest that was susposedly haunted, he ventured through for many nights until he found what he was looking for, a Spirit Warden of Flame,He battle the Spirit for days, tyring to capture it but after the tenth day, the Flame Warden laughed and stopped fighting, appreciating Etherlam's skill he willingly gave himself over, sharing its powers with him, Etherlam and the Spirit spent many days figuring out the spells and techniques and from then on, Etherlam used his fire in battle, soon he had the element mastered. After the course of a few more eyars, the bounty hunters finally stopped coming but as well, Etherlam put his Assassination to more use, he took jobs that involved killing off people in high power but were corrupted, he only kileld evil but this still only raised his bounty further, but he enjoyed the challenge, he has a collection of weapons, always learning and improving himself, taking what he needed and growing stronger. While training in the arts of dark magic, Etherlam learned of an ability that after killing a target or oppenet he could devour the pure part of their soul and make him stronger, so from then one whenever he killed, he grew more powerful.
One of his toughest challenges was when he was being hunted by a lycan of the feline class, this bounty hunter proved to be tricky, he was equally as powerful as Etherlam and for days they went back and forth, one narrowly escaping the other, it was by chance that Ether came by his small encampent as he slept and Etherlam sprung and ambush, the Hunter heard him and was able to react to the first attack but not to the second blade coming in at the side that went deep within his abdomen, but before dying the lycan scratched down Etherlam's arm and infected him with the curse. The drow assassin quickly rushed to the nearest town after the fight, Lycan poisoning had to be treated quickly but their medics had nothing to treat him with, he could only find a book on how to control the beast that would become him. Every month under the full moon Ether would have to cut open the wound on his arm and spill the black blood to remain in control, the side affect was he would be marked with the ears and tail of a cat, but he can control when he transforms as well, but if his eyes were to see the real world, he would go blood crazed and on a rampage until he fell asleep, so whenever he goes into his werecat form, he always uses a blind fold. He did not let this hinder him though as he made a life for himself on the surface, he became one of the most widely known assassins, but that wasn't good enough, he decided he would be the best and then he changed that to, he was already the best and because of that comment, not only did he fight the occasional bounty hunter but also other assassins looking to pull that title away from him, he killed them all, some harder than others, fewer even harder than that. Somehow Etherlam managed to be on top and when he defeated them, he devoured the soul, the tougher oppenets giving him more power.
After having spent over a century and a half, killing and making a name for himself Etherlam decided he needed a rarer type of magic, one that offered him greater advantage and so he consulted with the Flame Warden in his mind and they decided that to benefit Etherlam and the good of the people he would hunt down a blood demon and use its power for good. And so they spent months tracking, learning of clues and legends of an ancient Blood Demon that lived in the mountains. Spending many more weeks Etherlam climbed the slopes of the Mountains of Hakthar till he came accros a lair, the entrance littered with blood and bones, some fresh, others centuries old, some bones that were ash and looked over a millenium, he knew he had never faced a creature like this but he would either take the beast or die this day, no week long glorious battle or lifetime fued, this would only last a day. Entering the cave the Demon did not hesitate to lash out, not even giving so muh as a warning, the battle seemed to last for hours with no end, no break, just a continuous torrent of magic and blades, the Demon using a rapier and its blood magic, Etherlam with his twin enchanted swords and fire. Eventually Ether found his opening and lashed out, weaking the beast long enough for him to call out the Spirit and imprison the Demon in his body, after the battle Etherlam spent the next few months in the cave, living there as the demon had, training in the ways of using its blood magic and when he knew what was needed, he left and continued his adventures across the world, harvesting more power and weapons, his two main weapons created when the Spirit decded to live with Etherlam and the other from when he imprisoned the demon, the swords share the same name as the beings they were created from but like them, he never shared their names, names are the most powerful weapon to Etherlam and he would deny everyone that kind of power over the Spirit and Demon.
Race: Dark Elf or Drow
Gender: Male
Powers: Fire, Blood magic, Weapon shifting, Werecat form
Weapons: Four Swords, an assortment of knives and daggers, and mini dart crossbows.
Class: Assassin and / Tracker
Family: Damon Firedrake (Brother)
Love:
Etherlam's Forms include: His Werecat, the Spirit, and the Demon, though the Spirit has half control along with Etherlam, the demon in this form has no control, Ether will not risk it, he just absorbs the needed power from his Blood Demon and uses the powers to his benefit in a fight. Also with a Spirit being living inside Etherlam, its nearly impossible for a mind invasion to take place, the Fire spirit is always watching and guards the Demon.
Fight song:
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