User:Seehd

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Name: Seehd of Malstrata Age: Eight hundred twenty three as an avian, nearly a millenia as a shade. Heigth: 6' 6" Weigth: 160 lbs Race: Shade (he is the father of this race in Hollow) Class: Sorcerer, smith, engineer Eyes: Red Hair: Black, uncut and unkempt. about down to his elbows. Normally kept back in a low tail. Skin: Pale Alignment: chaotic neutral Markings: A black tribal tat on his right fore arm that, when he is angry, pulses bright red. A length of chain protrudes from his left forearm and wraps up and around his arm to coil around his neck, It can be used like a whip. Weapons: A black blade with a still live elven eye for a pommel.; A small crossbow that fires enchanted bolts that explode on impact.; His chain, which is made of sterling silver.(he has to frequently clean his allergic burns with alcohol.; A gauntlet for his right hand only that channels his spell work, made of obsidian with honed razor tips. Magic abilities: He can summon forth flames that are the rough equivilant of a dragon's breath and manipulate them.; Shadaeran Shadow manipulation, obviously.; As a final resort during a fight, he can choose to transform one of the many souls he has stolen into a bolt of energy that, when it hits someone, does one of two things. It either A: Saps their lifeforce to the point that they are on the brink of death and feeds it to him or, B: Utterly destroys that person's soul. (only used on the brink of his own death as it kills him as well unless the person gets sapped.


Gen. Description: Before you stands what appears to be a man, cast in shades of black and white, ever wrapped in a current of dark energy. Save for his eyes, no color is to be seen on this man's body. Skin pale enough that he could be considered a ghost if not for the glowing red of his eyes. If one were to look closer, they would see that his body is without pores, and that glow of his eyes was created by what appears to be tiny infernos burning behind his pupils, which are always dilated, the tiny black dots like pinholes that you feel you could fall into. A slight chiming would be heard as he moves his left arm to rest the hand attatched ligtly upon his swords pommel, which swivels slightly. Taking a second glance at the handle of the blade reveals what appears to be a human eye swiveling back and forth before flicking to you and taking, in a glance, the form of you. The razor tip of his right index finger clinks slightly as it comes into contact with the palm-rod of his one obsidian gauntlet. It would seem the man was getting impatient as your eyes cast over a forearm sized crossbowresting on the hip opposite his blade. The black metal of an abdominal plate shines slightly, drawing your eyes to his armor now.Runic inscriptions translated to curses and enchantments shine silver over the dark color of his protective garb, and a crst can be seen etched into the right pouldron. His left arm as well as his chest, head and shoulderblades are the only parts of his body not covered in the black adamantite.

Likes: The smell of blood. The sound of swords crossing. Silence. Fire. The taste of blood. the word sanguine.

Dislikes: Loud talkers. The color yellow. Arrogant and cocky people. The High elves. (he thinks they're haughty) Loud rooms. Anyone who thinks they have powers that are beyond basic comprehension, as everything can be explained.


Bio: Darkest Reign Lamentations of the darkest hour drive me deep into the hardest power.

Broken truths and words of ryhme bring me forth into this time.
Arise from the blackest of hearts do I singing the last of deaths sweet lullaby.
Hiding in the mask of hate lies a ruined face of fate.

Twisting lies and tortured ties bring forth the soul of one corrupted, he lays in wait the foe of peace and shows forth his own chaos disrupted.

  Excerpt from the Hardened Creed of Seehd the corrupted.


 ooc- I will leave no bio, if you wish to know ask him.

ooc description. I'm 5'4", dyed black hair, kinda husky around the stomach but toned legs, arms, and shoulders. My eyes really do change depending on the weather, so nyah. They're normally greyish green though. I have this one hair on my cheek that my razor just simply will not cut. IC piccie is in progress.


Below is what will hopefully be Seehd's new home.

        The Shade's workshop

As you enter from the sanctuary's common room, a distinct change in atmosphere is apparent. From the cool dark you step into what appears to be an open forge. Most of the floor is clear, aside from the occasional piece of timber laying in the vast openess that is the Siegeman's workshop. Lining the walls are tools, cutting implements, and half finished weapons of all kinds, key among which are blades. As you walk around, you cant help but reach out to the benches and tables that stand here and there along the walls and are littered in an assortment of drawings and prints for past current and future projects that the Siegemaster may or may not work on. In the far corner of the room is set a large firplace, complete with billows and metal pouring equipment. Forms, molds, and casts are stacked neatly beside the forge and a lone anvil stands, complete with hammers and calipers of varying shapes and sizes. Not to far from the forge is a small cot, set off the ground on a rolled metal frame, that holds a folded blonket and travel worn cloak rolled into a pillow. A bed set aside for those long nights working on a project. Beneath the cot lays a small dagger and a crossbow the size of a small child's forearm. After noticing this, you realize the person who works in this shop probably doesn't like unexpected visitors and you decide it's best to leave before the Siegemaster returns.