User:Veszmurss
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A Look Into Veszmur'ss
| Veszmur'ss is not your normal everyday lowly male. His expanse of magical abilities is grand, for those spells which he cares to learn. He believes faithfully in Astrala but in a substantially different manner. He is the definition of a smart-alek and is cocky with an abundance of wit. Those three qualities are applied even to the drow's actions towards the Matron Mothers. While not openly against them, darkness shrouds the drow's views of the matriarchy.
Recently Lately Veszmur'ss has taken up a fascination with the Realm of Shadows. His shadow walking being the cause for his long absences as of late. |
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Roleplay
| Name: Veszmur'ss Auvrymtor Rilyn'Ath
Faux Names: That would defeat the purpose. Aliases: A certain few may have some for him. Race: Drow/Dark Elf/Night Elf (all the same) Age: Still a mystery to all Height: Somehow his height varies depending on the social company Weight: Also a mystery as the drow always lightens his own weight magically, deeming the proper situation of course. Musculature: Slightly toned in a speed warrior's fashion. Hair: White Eyes: Red-Orange Skin Tone: Obsidian Black Alignment: Chaotic Evil or Neutral Evil(Depending on Mood and Situation) Class: Mage of near Archmage status/Wizard House: Currently Patron of House Rilyn'Ath Home: The Main Chambers |
PvP
| (Not that it matters)
HP: 17 MP: 11 SP: 13 Str: 1 Dex: 4 Int: 10 Spd: 6 Wis: 7 Cha: 3 |
Description
Physical
| A first glance at this one would reveal him to be what one would think as your average everyday drow male, with white hair and red eyes, but that would be quite the contrary. Vesmur'ss Auvrymtor is indeed a drow, and he is definately male, but not average or everyday by any means. A deeper gaze would show that this drow adorns a more rebellious hair-style then what is normally seen about this dark skinned race. His eyes hold a red hue with a bit of a twinge on the orange side. His skin would be sleekly obsidian black, stretched across a slightly toned musculature 'bestowed' upon him so graciously from being exiled from Sorcere, for practicing forbidden compositions, and placed into Melee-Magthere for months at a time. He is certainly rather handsome within his race, though he'll deny it if complimented upon whilst internally smirking, and even possibly to the surface races. He air about him would hold a plesant smell, bitter with that alluringly underlying sweetness. |
Habitual/Psycological
| Veszmur'ss is a devout follower of Astrala, though some of his practices would seem rather awkward to his kind. He respects the Matrons and women of his race just as one would expect him to, or does he? Very nonchalant in his usual actions, he is somewhat quick to anger when one would assault his race, his Matron, or himself verbally, given the proper mood of course. Often is he sarcastic and rather witty with his retorts, even to priestesses and women of the house above him, this occasionally gets him on a somewhat...rougher side of a drow woman's opinions. Though oft is he not to particularly dwell on it much. |
Background
Pre-Hollow
The Birth of the Changer
| "Veszmur'ss....yes....the Blood Shadow he shall become...all will fall about him. The tides of darkness are changing my sister...your rule will fall about this singulate boy....my son. You will find yourself kneeling before him, or find yourself in a pool of your very own blood."
These words were those spoken by the High Prince of House Auvrymtor when the news of his son's birth reached his ears and his name flowed from the depths of the man's mind, though only the name flowed from the dark elf's lips. In this way Veszmur'ss Auvrymtor was born into the glory of the Underdark, granduer seeped from his odd red-orange eyes, which would have gotten him killed for being 'ill' if not for his father's timely arrival, as he gazed out into the world...this would be his legacy. |
Jealousy Behind Exile 1
| "Do you really think you can best your mentor!? You are only just ripe enough to be called a man!" Yelled out that foolish Master of Sorcere. I just stared at him with such mocking hilarity. Who does this old rothé think he is fooling? I thought to myself as the master whipped out a wand, I looked upon it's arcane glow and the structure of it and I immediately knew. Reaching into my piwafwi as he riddled off the trigger phrase, I myself wove a spell descretely. Thick black sticky webbing shot out to ensnare me, but then my hand rose and flame trailed out of them, not in the common thin fan, but my own variation. Thin streams of dead accurate flames shot from my fingers and converged right at the end of the stream of webbing, catching the entire thing alight with those odd purple flames that I produced. The flames rushed down the stream, charred remains of webbing falling to the floor, to then catch the wand of calcified webbing on fire aswell. I chuckled at the magics master as he fumbled and his wand fell to the ground in a ashen heap. Though of course he didn't find my antics as appealing as some of the other drow in the area did. So it was off to the Archmage once again. I loathed that man, and I still do to be honest for once. Not because he bested my father, but because he did so out of sheer weak magic and when my father only had his wands to aide him. Oh well, he would find himself not so firmly seated in his chair before long. Regardless, I didn't have the skills I needed then to be able to do this, so when we arrived I smiled devilishly at his again. This was not the first time I'd been here for humiliating a master, but this was the first time I'd used one of my own spells. That was the part that sunk my punishment.
As the master fumbled through the relation of the story the Archmage didn't really care, until he noted that he didn't know the spell I had used. His face contorted with anger and he stood up, instantly retrieving a wand I had not seen before. Instinctively I drew my piwafwi up and about me as a shimmering green beam flashed towards me. I felt nothing. I felt, empty. "You are hereby a warrior until you can remove the enchantment yourself insolent boy!" He howled out, reseating his wand inside his piwafwi. "Man." I corrected him, I had come of age yesterday to be precise. This just caused more anger and a spell I knew was weaved, a simple little magical gateway. I was shoved into it via that damnable magics master and I found myself infront of Melee-Magthere. I sighed and walked myself in. |
Exilation 1
| (In the Works. I've nothing better to do with my summer.) |
Hollow
Arrival
| (In the works as well. I've nothing better to do with my summer.) |
Images
Veszmur'ss (Detail Shot)
Vesz(Casual/Mage's Garb)
Vesz(The very rare Battle Armor)
