Sonneillon Gressil (Ryu's Sixth Alt)
Jul 4, 2014 20:57:48 GMT -6
Post by Sonneillon on Jul 4, 2014 20:57:48 GMT -6
Name: Sonneillon Gressil
Class: Pupil --> Shaman --> Druid
Age: 16
Born in: Laus
Appearance: Sonneillon (or Neil, to his mentor) is a teenage boy. He stands about 4'8", and is quite scrawny, to the point of seeming mildly malnourished. He wears a heavy, slate grey cloak with a hood, both of which are a few sizes too large for him, draping and hanging in folds around him. His bright, clear blue eyes, which sparkle with a youthful, carefree playfulness, are in contrast to his gaunt face and somber clothing. Neil's fingernails are bitten and uneven, a nervous habit of his that he indulges in when being scolded or thinking hard, and his hair, which is is a shade of lavender, is perpetually unkempt, no matter how hard he tries to comb or brush it. On his feet are a dusty and well-worn pair of hiking boots, which show the wear of many miles. Surprising, because he doesn't go anywhere.
Personality: Sonneillon acts like a teenage boy. He can be moody, unpleasant, gracious, and obsequious all in the span of a few minutes. He always was an energetic boy, even as his mentor constantly scolded him for upsetting the books or the runes or the game boards with his bubbling actions. His effervescence has cooled somewhat with time, but he still enjoys a good laugh and to be free to do as he pleases. He is more able to grasp the importance and power of magic now, whereas before it always seemed like a game. Perhaps as he grows, his personality too will mature.
Story: Sonneillon was born in Laus. His parents abandoned him when he was ten, and he fended for himself as a member of a street urchin gang for two years until a fateful encounter changed his life forever. When trying to rob a passerby monk, alone and with only a small knife, Sonneillon was soundly defeated and then given a good talking-to, thrashing, and beating. Then, the boy was taken to, and tossed unceremoniously into, the back of a wagon bound for a jail. At this juncture, the twelve-year-old met his mentor, Verrine. The man was a middle-aged rascal who promptly saw in the urchin great promise for his nefarious plans. But first, they had to escape.
The man quickly got the youth to cut him free, using a sharp shard of pot the urchin had on him, and then also unbound the boy. The two leapt off the wagon, leaving two empty piles of rope, and disappeared into the countryside.
They traveled to Verrine's lair, on the Dread Isle of Valor. The older man, a shaman himself, set out to teach his new pupil the Elder arts. Unbeknownst to the young boy, the man had a plan, involving human sacrifice, which would gain him arcane powers and the blessings of the Nether spirits. It has been four years since the boy arrived... And still Verrine bides his time. He is waiting for the boy to gain strength and power, so that he may gain the maximum benefit for his investment. He will wait... Years, even, until his ritual is ready to be performed.
Until then, Verrine has resigned himself to teaching Neil the Elder arts, giving his full attention and care to the boy, training him and disciplining him in order to mold him perfectly to his grand design. Neil has begun working with the Flux tome... And the Nether shows a strange attachment to his infectious vitality and fountain of youthful life.
Class: Pupil --> Shaman --> Druid
Age: 16
Born in: Laus
Appearance: Sonneillon (or Neil, to his mentor) is a teenage boy. He stands about 4'8", and is quite scrawny, to the point of seeming mildly malnourished. He wears a heavy, slate grey cloak with a hood, both of which are a few sizes too large for him, draping and hanging in folds around him. His bright, clear blue eyes, which sparkle with a youthful, carefree playfulness, are in contrast to his gaunt face and somber clothing. Neil's fingernails are bitten and uneven, a nervous habit of his that he indulges in when being scolded or thinking hard, and his hair, which is is a shade of lavender, is perpetually unkempt, no matter how hard he tries to comb or brush it. On his feet are a dusty and well-worn pair of hiking boots, which show the wear of many miles. Surprising, because he doesn't go anywhere.
Personality: Sonneillon acts like a teenage boy. He can be moody, unpleasant, gracious, and obsequious all in the span of a few minutes. He always was an energetic boy, even as his mentor constantly scolded him for upsetting the books or the runes or the game boards with his bubbling actions. His effervescence has cooled somewhat with time, but he still enjoys a good laugh and to be free to do as he pleases. He is more able to grasp the importance and power of magic now, whereas before it always seemed like a game. Perhaps as he grows, his personality too will mature.
Story: Sonneillon was born in Laus. His parents abandoned him when he was ten, and he fended for himself as a member of a street urchin gang for two years until a fateful encounter changed his life forever. When trying to rob a passerby monk, alone and with only a small knife, Sonneillon was soundly defeated and then given a good talking-to, thrashing, and beating. Then, the boy was taken to, and tossed unceremoniously into, the back of a wagon bound for a jail. At this juncture, the twelve-year-old met his mentor, Verrine. The man was a middle-aged rascal who promptly saw in the urchin great promise for his nefarious plans. But first, they had to escape.
The man quickly got the youth to cut him free, using a sharp shard of pot the urchin had on him, and then also unbound the boy. The two leapt off the wagon, leaving two empty piles of rope, and disappeared into the countryside.
They traveled to Verrine's lair, on the Dread Isle of Valor. The older man, a shaman himself, set out to teach his new pupil the Elder arts. Unbeknownst to the young boy, the man had a plan, involving human sacrifice, which would gain him arcane powers and the blessings of the Nether spirits. It has been four years since the boy arrived... And still Verrine bides his time. He is waiting for the boy to gain strength and power, so that he may gain the maximum benefit for his investment. He will wait... Years, even, until his ritual is ready to be performed.
Until then, Verrine has resigned himself to teaching Neil the Elder arts, giving his full attention and care to the boy, training him and disciplining him in order to mold him perfectly to his grand design. Neil has begun working with the Flux tome... And the Nether shows a strange attachment to his infectious vitality and fountain of youthful life.
