And here's my latest effort, approved by Kitsuné. ^_^
Name: Brann.
Age: Old enough to count centuries instead of years.
Race: Immortal.
Sex: Male.
Hair: Short and unruly, refusing to obey the touch of a comb, and blood-red in colour.
Eyes: So dark that you can't tell where his pupil ends and iris begins.
Weight: 157 lbs.
Height: 5'11".
Weapon: An unbreakable katana-stlye sword with a 4' blade that is particularly effective against undead or demonic foes. An accurate translation of it's name is impossible, but it translates very loosely as
Rage of a Master's Fire.
Armor:
Strengths: Brann is much stronger than he looks, and hw has a vast amount of magical power. Coupled with his impressive speed and reaction times, Brann is a force to be reckoned with.
Weakness: Despite his apparent confidence with his sword, Brann doesn't have any great skill with it. Speed and strength are often on his side, but any warrior with real experience could outfight him at close combat. Brann's style of magic also takes time to employ, which means he is often interrupted far more than he likes. Spells and incantations that draw on magics other than his own are often quicker, but more limited in scope and power.
Skills/Magic: Brann is competent with his sword, but his real skill lies with magic. Brann draws most of his power from fire, and that is the magic he is most skilled with. This is also renders him immune to the effects of fire-based attacks. However, unlike most specialised mages, Brann also has skills with each of the other three major elements - air, earth, and water, with a weakness to none. Most of Brann's magical knowledge is either centred on attack or techniques that have no use in combat; his defensive and healing magic is limited.
Appearance: Brann appears to be a human male in his mid-twenties. He wears a plain black tunic and trousers that are tucked into the top of his leather boots, with a long blood-red overcoat tossed over the rest of his outfit. Apart form his red hair and dark eyes, Brann doesn't seem to have any distinguishing features, but people will often get the sense that he isn't quite human.
Personality: Brann is often a very forceful person. While he has no problem with helping others when it suits his purposes, he will drop any such activity the instant something that furthers his own goals appears. Many have accused him of being cold and heartless, both because of this and because he has no sympathy whatsoever for the problems of mortals - most of them will be dead within a century, so why bother? Brann has no qualms about running roughshod over such people to further his own agenda, either, or to gain new knowledge of magical techniques.
Biography: Standing at the mouth of the cave, Brann lay his sword against the rock wall and squared his shoulders. It wasn’t every day a god invited you to her inner sanctum, and it had him a little on edge.
Walking forwards, the ancient being ignored the rapidly decreasing light levels and easily stepped around the various rocks and pitfalls that littered the cavern’s floor. Before long, he could feel the presence of the god where she lay awaiting his arrival – she wasn’t making any effort to conceal her presence.
Which was odd in itself, as the mother of the dragons
hated uninvited guests.
Brann paused for a moment at the entrance to the god’s chamber so that his eyes could adjust to the dim glow she was emitting. There were times when he cursed his human body for it’s many frailties, and this was almost certainly one of them.
The god raised her head to look Brann in the eye and spoke in the language of the dragons. <You could have used your magic.>
<Yes,> he replied in the same tongue, <but a few moments more or less is no concern to me, Lord Allana.>
The god smiled. <What are you calling yourself these days?>
<Brann. I am told it means “fire” in some mortal tongue.>
Silent laughter shook the god’s body for a moment, and then she sobered. <I need your help, Brann. Something dear to me has become lost in the realm of mortals, and I cannot search myself.>
<
How dear, Lord Allana?>
<As dear as
life, Brann, and that is what I ask you to find. Bring me the life lost in mortal lands.>
A heavy weight settled in Brann’s stomach as he realised what the white-scaled god spoke of. He had though it lost forever, but to find that it had been out there, alone in the world of mortals… <It will be done, Allana. I shall not rest until it is found.>
And so Brann set out on the road, travelling as a human in the lands of mortals, searching for the precious life that had been lost.
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Azazel's Stone (in progress)