Post by Saul-in-darn Niña on Jun 2, 2007 21:09:27 GMT
The Character
Name: Saul-in-darn Niña
Age: Unknown
Blood: Shape shifter (Spirit/Human guise usually)
Wand: Unnecessary
Personality: One can never know nor understand Saul’s changing moods, like the weather they alter in a flash or stay fixed the same for many months, unalterable in his aptitude one hour then the complete opposite the next. His simmering anger, due to the events that have unfolded in his long life, is apt to boil over at any point his rage is unabated when flared and one had best flee from his presence. Dependant upon is varying moods Saul may wish to impart incredibly wise words that one had better heed or he may jealously guard his secrets, the crucial factor though is his first impression of a person, Saul wishes not to alter to adapt to the differences of this world and would much prefer to remain old fashioned but slowly though he realizes not, he has changed, for better or worse one cannot tell as yet, yet one day the people including Saul himself will realize and take note of this steady change.
Appearance: Usually Saul appears in the guise of an aged man, far beyond his natural years crooked and frail he walks with the aid of a twigged walking stick fashioned from some ancient strong wood now apparently lost to this world, it appears almost as thin as a wand yet easily supports and elephants full body weight, woe betide if you annoy Saul as he will undoubtedly give you a sharp rap on the knuckles if you’re lucky, or else he may give a hefty blow around the head.
Often he appears ethereal seemingly only a small part in this world, even more faded than ghosts in fact, yet he has the quite unique gift, though some including himself call it a curse, that he can change his shape at a will, not instantaneously a number of seemingly everlasting seconds are consumed before his transformation is ever complete. He has learnt the art over many ages declaring himself that he has perfecting this most illustrious art, though he often makes major errors and has been found on numerous occasions stuck between forms. He cannot change into inanimate objects only those living but not necessarily breathing. Complex forms have unfortunately escaped his grasp somewhat so when in his human guise one can still partly see through him, therefore when in the presence of others he tends to become one with the wind whispering to those around him.
History: A long and illustrious history filled with much darkness and despair in his later years has left his brain seemingly somewhat addled some believe he speaks wisely when they decipher his ramblings but truly he seems quite mad, rambling and muttering in foreign tongues in a harsh rasping whisper. Saul has only recently returned to Scotland after many long years departed, once he had links with the creatures of the forest, a deep bond that strengthened them all, he would converse in-depth with the scholars at the fabled school of witchcraft and wizardry but now the bonds of friendship are long since forgotten, nigh by Saul himself but a remnant remains even in the very depths of his mind, his soul has guided him once more to that aged forest which he wishes to make his home once more and live forever in peace and harmony...
But events didn’t unravel quite as he had planned, on arrival weakened from his long travel in the form of a horse Saul had encountered an ancient enemy one he believed had been eradicated from the face of the earth, but apparently that had been the case as he had been ambushed by his most dreaded foe, a vicious battle would have ensued only Saul made an error in his calculations as he tried to shift his shape to a form more capable of dealing with his foe, he had suffered grievously from a most hideous wound, the dark figure had inflicted upon him, now the bright blue blood would flow freely in any form other than the very wind itself invisible to all except from the sense of touch. He therefore became one with the wind so as to recuperate his waning strength, in a severely weakened form he leaves his life force and power within an ordinary object that any will kill to acquire. Little did he know that many knew of this fact and now search fervently for that which was his. With little energy remaining he can do little to hinder those searching.
He hides fearfully pained by the knowledge that he is severely weakened, but at all costs he will protect his life force without it he is nothing.
Name: Saul-in-darn Niña
Age: Unknown
Blood: Shape shifter (Spirit/Human guise usually)
Wand: Unnecessary
Personality: One can never know nor understand Saul’s changing moods, like the weather they alter in a flash or stay fixed the same for many months, unalterable in his aptitude one hour then the complete opposite the next. His simmering anger, due to the events that have unfolded in his long life, is apt to boil over at any point his rage is unabated when flared and one had best flee from his presence. Dependant upon is varying moods Saul may wish to impart incredibly wise words that one had better heed or he may jealously guard his secrets, the crucial factor though is his first impression of a person, Saul wishes not to alter to adapt to the differences of this world and would much prefer to remain old fashioned but slowly though he realizes not, he has changed, for better or worse one cannot tell as yet, yet one day the people including Saul himself will realize and take note of this steady change.
Appearance: Usually Saul appears in the guise of an aged man, far beyond his natural years crooked and frail he walks with the aid of a twigged walking stick fashioned from some ancient strong wood now apparently lost to this world, it appears almost as thin as a wand yet easily supports and elephants full body weight, woe betide if you annoy Saul as he will undoubtedly give you a sharp rap on the knuckles if you’re lucky, or else he may give a hefty blow around the head.
Often he appears ethereal seemingly only a small part in this world, even more faded than ghosts in fact, yet he has the quite unique gift, though some including himself call it a curse, that he can change his shape at a will, not instantaneously a number of seemingly everlasting seconds are consumed before his transformation is ever complete. He has learnt the art over many ages declaring himself that he has perfecting this most illustrious art, though he often makes major errors and has been found on numerous occasions stuck between forms. He cannot change into inanimate objects only those living but not necessarily breathing. Complex forms have unfortunately escaped his grasp somewhat so when in his human guise one can still partly see through him, therefore when in the presence of others he tends to become one with the wind whispering to those around him.
History: A long and illustrious history filled with much darkness and despair in his later years has left his brain seemingly somewhat addled some believe he speaks wisely when they decipher his ramblings but truly he seems quite mad, rambling and muttering in foreign tongues in a harsh rasping whisper. Saul has only recently returned to Scotland after many long years departed, once he had links with the creatures of the forest, a deep bond that strengthened them all, he would converse in-depth with the scholars at the fabled school of witchcraft and wizardry but now the bonds of friendship are long since forgotten, nigh by Saul himself but a remnant remains even in the very depths of his mind, his soul has guided him once more to that aged forest which he wishes to make his home once more and live forever in peace and harmony...
But events didn’t unravel quite as he had planned, on arrival weakened from his long travel in the form of a horse Saul had encountered an ancient enemy one he believed had been eradicated from the face of the earth, but apparently that had been the case as he had been ambushed by his most dreaded foe, a vicious battle would have ensued only Saul made an error in his calculations as he tried to shift his shape to a form more capable of dealing with his foe, he had suffered grievously from a most hideous wound, the dark figure had inflicted upon him, now the bright blue blood would flow freely in any form other than the very wind itself invisible to all except from the sense of touch. He therefore became one with the wind so as to recuperate his waning strength, in a severely weakened form he leaves his life force and power within an ordinary object that any will kill to acquire. Little did he know that many knew of this fact and now search fervently for that which was his. With little energy remaining he can do little to hinder those searching.
He hides fearfully pained by the knowledge that he is severely weakened, but at all costs he will protect his life force without it he is nothing.