Here's my character, approved by Ghetto, Ember, and Chrystal. Whew! That is one tough trio! :)
------------------- Character's Name:
357, but appears to be early 30s thanks to magic.Race:
(This is a general profile that I use for all my characters, for the most part)Powers/Abilities:
A wide assortment of dark magical powers, ranging from telekinesis to magical teleportation. His one 'specialty' is Transformation, especially shape-shifting into animals or other beings of various kinds. Invocation, Evocation, Conjuration, Necromancy, Alteration, Illusion and Divination are also known to him, even if he is not an expert in those fields.
Talfin can use magic with the merest thought. But, -some- of his powers can be augmented by sacrificing blood or energy of some kind, including his own. Rumors about him say that he will sacrifice -people- in order to power his most devilish spells, such as raising the dead. Afterall, what other reason would explain the low population in the queen's dungeons?Preferred Weapons:
Magic, but staff, dagger, or scythe in a pinchSkills:
Research, Ancient History, Calligraphy, Heraldry, Necromancy, Spellcraft, Alchemy, Herbalism, Languages, Animal LoreWritten Appearance:
Talfin's human form is rather imposing. Thanks to the aid of magic, he constantly appears to be about 30 years of age. He stands nearly six feet three inches tall, and has long, straight dirty-blond hair that sometimes appears a faint reddish color in certain lighting. He has piercing emerald eyes. His skin is smooth and supple and somewhere between fair and pale in color since he does not spend a lot of time in the sun. His features are angular and handsome. He is not overly muscular, but is fit and well-defined, though few would mistake him for a warrior. He possesses a single marking on his skin – beneath his left shoulder-blade is a pentagram-shape scar, branded into his skin.Full Sized Appearance Armored Appearance Personality:
Talfin is a quiet man who generally holds his tongue unless words need saying. He is not prone to frequent speech unless necessary, and grows impatient when forced to explain things to simpletons and dimwits. He is fiercely loyal to his queen and -secretly- harbors feelings for her that he has not held for another in many, many decades. He is protective of his power, and does not flaunt his ability openly unless necessary or ordered to do so by the queen. This is on purpose, because he does not wish to 'advertise' his powers, preferring to keep potential enemies in the dark where his full capabilities are concerned.
Talfin also spends a lot of his time in alternate forms. He enjoys assuming the forms of various animals, so much so that some in the queendom whisper rumors that he -prefers- to be an animal, and -prefers- the company of animals in every way, even so far as to fornicate with them. In truth, taking the form of various animals allows him to spy and travel virtually unseen.
He also has recently been learning to take the form of specific people. This requires much more effort, and does not alter his voice, nor does it give him knowledge that the actual person might possess. It is merely cosmetic in nature, and so far he has struggled to hold such forms for very long periods of time, though he continues to work on his skill in this area. Neither his animal form nor his humanoid form is near as 'perfected' a shapeshifter or changeling's abilities, but it is usually more than enough to suit his needs.
He is generally friendly until insulted, and he does not suffer the company of fools very easily, of which there seem to be an over-abundance of in court. Strangely, he treats the serving staff of the Queendom with respect, and has been known to provide them with minor gifts on certain holidays. He does not lose his temper easily, but when he does, his wrath is impressive.
There are many rumors that surround his abilities, his demeanor, what he does in his spare time, and what sort of odd or fiendish experiments that he practices. He -enjoys- these rumors, and actually enjoys hearing about them. He is glad that people fear him, even if many of the rumors are flights of fancy and nothing more. Still, there is often -some- truth to rumors that are spread from mouth to mouth...
When the queen seeks his council, he is blunt and completely honest, even if he feels she will not like what he has to say: his job isn't to please her with his words, his job is to -inform- her and advise her honestly so that she can make the best decisions possible. History:
Talfin is a powerful wizard coming from a mysterious people and culture that no longer exists. It is rumored that his people were a race of magical beings, few in number, but incredibly strong in magical ability. “Wizard” is a generic term many used to describe them, for Magic was to them like water is to a fish. They lived secluded, reclusive lives, tending to their own affairs and ignoring the activities of 'mortals' that lived such short lives in nearby lands. These 'wizards' believed that these mortals would never dare challenge them.
They were wrong.
One day, the Red Queen came with ruthless abandon, laying waste to the countryside as she had done to so many other lands, and laying siege to the fortress where these wizards lived. The wizards defended themselves, of course, wielding magicks the likes of which have never been seen before, and likely never will be seen again. Countless servants of the Red Queen died, carpeting the landscape with their blood and corpses until not a single blade of grass remained green for leagues in every direction: turning the very landscape itself to the color of her banners. Yet still the Red Queen's minions came, seemingly endless in number.
In their arrogance, the wizards did not foresee their own doom. Even their own Divination magic had been tainted by their hubris, for they truly believed that they would never be challenged. As the enemy kept coming, the power of the wizards began to wane. Many died, a few of them fled, and eventually there remained only one.
Talfin was the last, remaining behind to defend the only home he ever knew to the bitter end. But just as his powers were exhausted, just as he was made vulnerable and prepared for the final end, the Red Queen saw his valorous stand with her own eyes and was amused. She then offered him a choice: serve her, or die.
Talfin immediately agreed, for he had seen the Red Queen in his dreams for many years, glimpses of her taunting and tantalizing him in his sleep. Even before he had ever met her – he had fallen in love with her. He willingly swore an oath of servitude and bound himself to her service, and that is where he has remained till this very day. Many who witnessed his immediate surrender to her laughed and thought him a coward, too afraid to die. But they could not have been further from the truth.
Talfin still maintains his reclusive nature when his services are not required. He tends to keep to himself when the Red Queen is otherwise engaged, but her needs and wants are first and foremost in his mind. If she wishes his presence, there is no hesitation. Rumors abound that he has fallen under her spell. In fact, there are numerous rumors that her own daughter, the Princess, was conceived from the Wizard's seed, but only -they- know for certain.
What no one else knows for sure, perhaps not even the Red Queen herself, is that Talfin does love her truly, though he would never willingly admit such a thing. She needs no 'hold' over him, magical or otherwise, because she already possesses his heart – whether she realizes it or not.
Talfin's mysterious, reclusive ways allow him a fair degree of freedom when he is not directly in audience with the Queen. His favorite form of magic is Transformation, and he rather enjoys spending large amounts of time in the shape of various animals or other creatures. Rumors, again, assert that he hates himself for some reason, and spends time in animal form in order to escape, even for a short time, being what he truly is. Some even say he takes the form of a fly in order to spy on the servants, and others say he takes the form of a wolf so he can pursue and mount various female servants in the night, performing bestial acts with them regardless of the moon's phase.
Others can assume what his motivations are as they wish, but Talfin is the only one that truly knows his own mind. First and foremost he serves his Queen, and those who dare question his loyalty meet his burning emerald gaze.
Beyond that, a pursuit of his own growing power, mixed in with his own private needs are the things that drive him. But he's cast the bones countless times since he began his service to the Red Queen, and now he pays heed to what the bones say. He's already lived through one great downfall, and the bones always show the same thing: a second downfall of some kind shall come, but it will come at the hands of the Queen that he loves.