Name: Sivart the Phrygian
Age: 18
Race: Elf.
Sex: Male
Hair: Black, curly, and shoulder length.
Eyes: Brown, with eyeglasses.
Weight: 155 lbs
Height: 5'10"
Weapon: A
sword guitar. The sword goes by the name of Metropolis. It is a shortsword that doesn't threaten much, but it has the ability to channel magic and it is also a fast weapon. It can be used to cast powerful sound based spells. Spiked gauntlets may be used as a last resort.
Armor: Hardened leather armor and spiked wrist gauntlets to deflect attacks.
Strengths: His strengths lie in his speed, stamina, and reflexes. He has extremely powerful hearing. He has little physical defense and therefore must be quick. He has a great deal of stamina and in the event of a duel or any prolonged close combat scenario, he could outlast most opponents in close combat granted he doesn't take any direct hits. If he is able to disable an opponent, he may be able to make use of the weapon depending on its size. Because of his speed and reflexes, he has the ability to engage multiple enemies.
Weakness: Minimal defense. Only protection lies in his ability to deflect and avoid attacks. A few good hits, and he's out. Another weakness lies in his weapon. Without the sword guitar, he's unable to cast his most powerful spells. If it gets knocked out of his hands and he is unable to recover it, his only choices are evasion and magic as the spiked gauntlets can only do so much in terms of offensive capabilities. His attacks are fast, but somewhat weak. If he loses his glasses, he's going to have a major problem. If he becomes tired and/or his power level is depleted, he can only surrender or flee.
Skills/Magic: Sivart's magic is sound based. He has learned to channel his own life energy and this energy allows him to cast spells. In reality he has only three spells; one he casts using his body (hands, feet, and mouth), another he channels through his weapon, and a last one that amplifies natural frequencies. These three spells have a wide variety of application, as his main skill is sound manipulation. He must be careful to limit their use, as there is only so much energy that can be used. Energy can slowly be regained over time, but proper rest is the best way to recharge.
Offense:
Sonic blast - Basic attack using a mid frequency wave that can knock down an enemy while causing some physical damage.
Tremolo - Alternating rapid fire sound waves using both hands.
Phaser - Similar to tremolo. Fires two sound waves in medium speed succession from one hand.
Reverb - A prolonged wave of sound. Comparable to a beam type attack. Uses more energy than above mentioned attacks.
Wah - A prolonged sound attack with varying degrees of pain. When used at maximum power it can disable the enemy and cause temporary deafness. This attack used at maximum power is also quite harmful to the user. Uses a great deal of energy.
Offense channeled through the sword:
Sonic bow - A powerful concentrated wave of sound. Similar to firing an arrow. Takes a sec to charge up.
Gain – Temporarily enhances the blades edge to cut through materials it normally would not be able to cut through. Uses a medium amount of energy.
Distortion – Similar to gain, but with the opposite effect. Channels heavy vibrations through the blade to make it more of a blunt force weapon. Uses a medium amount of energy.
Support/Defense:
Overdrive – Used as a last resort. Amplifies his personal energy to increase speed and strength for a brief moment. Uses the most energy and puts a great deal of strain on the body.
Bass – A wave of sound that emanates from the users body. Knocks back enemies when surrounded.
Mobility – By channeling sound through his feet, he can sprint over small bodies of water and increase jumping capability.
Appearance:
Personality: Sivart is disciplined. He takes practice and training very seriously. It is not extraordinary for him to spend entire days playing guitar or studying historical battles, tactics, or figures. He is very quiet and shy making him sometimes socially awkward. He is not very understanding of ignorance and will become exasperated when trying to converse with someone who does not meet his intelligence. He keeps himself clean and takes pride in personal hygiene. He may come across as vacant and apathetic, but when the right buttons are pushed, he will react drastically and harshly and usually with excessive force. On the opposite end of the spectrum lies a similar drive with different results. Given the right tools and opportunities and motivation, Sivart will excel at most tasks.
Sivart’s personality is not the most suitable for making friends. He has only a few friends, but those individuals are very near and dear to him. When first meeting him, he may seem cold and disinterested. He won’t pretend to be interested for the sake of conversation or friendliness. He sticks to his beliefs, but does not take them to any extreme. He greatly dislikes people who fall too far towards one end of an issue. This makes him a good mediator for disputes as he often does not side with one view and offers objective opinions. He has grown cynical with a dark sense of humor as he experienced several great losses and immense tragedy.
Biography: Sivart was born into an elven clan who called themselves the Phrygians. The Phrygians were one of three elven clans who lived on the mountains. The Dorians were a clan who lived in the forest at the foot of the mountains. The Locrians were a secretive clan who lived at the highest altitudes. The Phrygians lived deep in the mountains in a series of caves.
The Phrygians were renowned as master musicians and warriors. Each Phrygian is born with perfect pitch and powerful hearing. By the time they are 5-years-old, they are expected to be masters of their chosen instrument. Each elf was born into a caste, each with different expectations. The average Phrygian was known as a Bard. They grew crops, built buildings, and took part in large-scale musical performances. Next up were the Composers. They were the scholars who wrote and drafted most of the music. They were housed in a massive music library, filled with row after row of musical piece. Another class on the same level was the Craftsmen. These individuals constructed the instruments and assigned them to each member upon their birth. Craftsmen also built the siege weapons that were used on military campaigns. The next class was the warrior class, or the Fortes. They were the defenders of the clan. The highest class was called the Conductors. They were royalty among the clan and oversaw each Phrygian. Certain members of this clan were endowed with special powers upon their birth. They were known as Concertmasters, the equivalent of a shaman or holy man. They were one caste below the conductors, but held equivalent societal standing. They had the power to manipulate sound. They were mysterious and unknown to most. They will be the most important in this case.
Sivart was born the grandson of the head Concertmaster. As a boy, he was trained in music and went to school like every other Phrygian. He was a normal boy, save for the fact that the Forte class fascinated him. One of his schoolmates named Dlanod was the son of the head Forte. At night, Sivart would sneak to the Forte encampment to receive training as a warrior. This went against many of the rules, and had to be done in secret. He was trained to be a master swordsman and trained nearly every night throughout his childhood, and through adolescence. All this time, he kept up with his grandfathers training as a Concertmaster. It was not easy for him to maintain two skills that both required a great deal of discipline, but through perseverance he managed.
As a gift from the head Forte for his 16th birthday, Sivart received Metropolis, the sword guitar. Dlanod, now Sivart’s best friend, received the bass halberd, the Sleeper. They both became honorary Mezzo Fortes, the grade only one step lower than a Fortissimo. After advancing to the highest grade of Concertmaster, Sivart was allowed to marry and begin a life of his own. He chose the young Conductress, Coda, as his wife while Dlanod took Fermata, a beautiful craftswoman. He maintained his skills as a Forte at night by training with Dlanod and maintained his skills as a Concertmaster by taking a job taking apprentice Concertmasters.
For the next 18 months, he lived happily as he had his son, Nailuj and Dlanod had a daughter whom he named Anila. This happiness could not last forever. As time went on, rumors of the growing force from the Locrian clan who dwelled highest peaks of the Phrygians mountain became more and more frequent. The winds carried word of raids on Phrygian and They were often dismissed by the head Conductor and never taken seriously, although a small group of elders believed them to be true. This group of elders included Dlanod’s father and Sivart’s grandfather. They were soon discovered and banished as conspirators and traitors.
But a short two months after the elders banishment, the Locrian clan made their move. On a rainy evening, Locrian warriors crept into the Conductors quarters and murdered him. The Locrians then blew their wicked horns and cast the decapitated head of the Phrygians Conductor down the stairs that led to his cave. While the townspeople awoke, several thousand Locrians stormed the village and the caves and began torching and looting.
Sivart awoke and ran out of his home still wearing his night outfit. The Forte camp as well as the rest of the town was ablaze. The clattering of swords and the screams of his fellow Phrygians awoke his senses. Only the Concertmaster’s and the Craftsmen’s quarters remained intact. Sivart questioned a fleeing Bard who frantically told him that the Locrians had invaded. Sivart quickly woke his family and told them to evacuate the mountains. He gave his precious Coda a note that was to be given to the chieftan of the Dorians, begging for swift military action to be taken against the Locrians. He strapped on his sandals and dressed in his robe, yet he felt it would be wise for him to wear his armor. He retrieved Metropolis from its hiding place under his bed and saw his family off to a hidden path that went down the mountains. They were joined by several other groups of escapees, and Sivart presumed them to be safe.
Sivart then went to find Dlanod. Sivart swiftly moved to the site of the Forte camp. He discovered the burning pile that was once his friends home, but found no corpses. Hoping for the best, Sivart continued his search. He met a party of several dozen Fortes whom he recognized. His friend being his chief concern, he asked if any of them had seen Dlanod. The tallest Forte told Sivart that Dlanod led the first group of elite soldiers to the archives to make way for the larger group as they planned to retake the caves and the music archives. Sivart joined them hoping to find his friend. The party moved deeper into the caves that led to the archives.
They approached the large ornamental doors that protected the archives. There were arrows in the door and two guards lay dead on the ground. The door hung slightly ajar and the echo of swords crossing could be heard. The smell of death hung in the air and mixed with the musty smell of the music scrolls. The Phrygians moved into the main entrance of the archives. The only thing they found was a Phrygian Composer lying on the ground. The elderly man had several arrows in his chest and was struggling to breathe. A trail of blood dragged behind him, revealing his attempt at escape. Sivart approached they dying man asking what direction Dlanod’s group followed the Locrians. The man whispered that they had split into two groups. One group ventured into the public archives to rescue hostages. Another group, apparently led by Dlanod, followed a team of Locrians who carried torches into the deepest chambers of the caves that held the archives. The Locrians meant to burn the musical history of the Phrygians and loot the treasures that were held in the deepest chambers. The man then died, having gathered the last of his energy to assist Sivart and the soldiers.
The tall Forte elected to lead a group of soldiers to reinforce those retrieving the hostages. Sivart took the remaining men to protect the treasures. Sivart traveled down endless stairs while Metropolis reflected the light cast by the torches on the walls. He noticed a Locrian hiding in the shadows. Sivart held his men back and moved slowly forward, Metropolis at the ready. The lone Locrian screamed and made his attack. Sivart was almost overtaken by the man, but knocked him down with his Bass attack. The Locrian recovered for another attack, but Sivart placed a well aimed Sonic Spear into the assailants gut. He searched the corpse and found spiked gauntlets around his wrists. Sivart took these as trophies and found they fit him perfectly. The Phrygians then continued down the passageway.
The clattering of swords and yelling of elves grew louder. The group then found themselves standing on the balcony overlooking an enormous room. Looking down, they saw they had entered a melee. The green robed Phrygians were quickly being overwhelmed by the navy colored Locrians. Sivart acted quickly and led his soldiers to aid the desperate group of Fortes. He surveyed his surroundings, but saw no sign of Dlanod. Sivarts reinforcements evened the odds and the soldiers now fought to a stalemate.
Moving to the rear of the fight, he saw two Locrians running into a corridor. He followed them alone and wished the best for his men. He chased them silently for what seemed like hours until he found himself on a cliff edge. He saw a several dead Phrygians, but none of them were Dlanod. He followed the pair along the cliff to a large plateau. There he saw his best friend locked in combat with a massive Locrian soldier. More dead Phrygians lay at his feet and it was apparent that Dlanod was the only one remaining on the cliff. The pair of Locrians Sivart had followed rushed ahead to aid the massive elf attacking his friend. He entered the fray and blasted back the three Locrians with a spell. Dlanod lay panting on the ground, but upon seeing his friend it seemed as if his energy had returned. The two Phrygians hugged as the Locrians recovered. Sivart and Dlanod prepared for battle. They rushed at the Locrians and the clattering of steel was heard once again. The combatants were evenly matched. Nobody would concede to his opponent. After a short time, Sivart and Dlanod were on the offensive, pushing the Locrians to the cliff edge. Suddenly, the light pattering of feet could be heard. A group of Locrians appeared from above and rushed at the pair. Sivart turned to face these new foes, but saw an immence terror out of the corner of his eye. The Locrians knocked over Dlanod and thrust their swords into his chest. Sivart looked for life in his friends eyes, but saw nothing but grey. Sivart was quickly surrounded as the large Locrian cast the body of Dlanod off the cliff. Sivart then felt a powerful force strike him on the head and everything went black.
Sivart awoke on the same cliff to silence. He found his sword nearby as he tried to gather the previous nights events. He remembered what had occurred, and fell to his knees sobbing. His friend was no more. Dlanod had been killed. The only thing that remained of his friend was the Sleeper, Dlanods trusted halberd. Sivart hefted the memorial and backtracked through the caves into the archives where he found nothing but ashes. He made his way to the surface. There was nothing. No sound, no homes, no people. Not even a corpse lie on the ground. The Locrians had been meticulous in leaving without a trace. Sivart went to where he believed the Forte camp once stood, and stuck the halberd into the ground. The least he could do to remember his friend. He then returned to his cave where everything was in ruins but oddly enough, nothing had been taken. He found some dried meat on the ground amongst the remains of a ceramic pot and quickly devoured his findings.
He ventured though the ruins of his town discovering only one survivor, an infant girl sleeping soundly in the cave of a Craftsman. He sat with the girl outside the dwelling, not knowing what to do. He vowed revenge on the Locrian warrior who had defeated his friend. Sudenly, a flash of crimson entered his sight and where there was nothing now stood two speared soldiers, Dorians. These were Dorian scouts, sent to search for survivors from the evenings raid. Sivart introduced himself to the Dorians. Upon hearing his name, one of the Dorians handed Sivart a note. This was his handwriting. They said they found it on the corpse of a young woman clutching her baby. Sivart fell to his knees, sobbing. Everything had been taken from him. His family, his friend, his people all eliminated by the Locrians. He was the sole survivor along with this infant girl. He gathered himself while the Dorians patiently waited.
The scouts told Sivart that another party of Dorians followed a group of Locrians into the mountains. This group of Locrians had taken the remaining villagers hostage. Upon reaching the Locrian camp, they witnessed the systematic murder of all of the prisoners. They made mention of a large man who seemed more eager than the others in his killing. Sivart made a mental note of this. As the scouts revealed various bits of information to Sivart, more Dorian soldiers entered the ruins. They appeared exhausted. He heard them murmuring about casualties and something getting away. A stout Dorian approached the scouts and murmured something to them. The scouts turned to Sivart and explained that the Locrians had abandoned their camp and traversed down the opposite side of the mountain. Several Locrians noticed the Dorians following and alerted their command. The Locrians picked up the pace and were gaining ground at a tremendous rate. There would be no way to catch up with them.
Sivart spent the evening in the makeshift Dorian camp. He ate well, but could not sleep. The next day he went on a scouting party seeking the Locrians. They had traveled beyond the horizon and only a cloud of dust revealed their location. Runners from nearby settlements brought news that the Locrians were gaining allies and spreading lies concerning the Phrygians through every town they passed. They were passing details of a man who matched Sivart who was to be considered very dangerous. Sivart stayed several more nights in the company of the Dorians in pursuit of the Locrians. The mountains turned to forest and the forest turned to prarie as they followed their host.
Sivart carefully watched the infant over these few days, as they were the only survivors he was aware of. One evening, he formulated a plan to follow the Locrians independently. He left a note with the infant girl and returned to his ruined village after only two days of travel. He took Dlanod’s weapon from its place in the ground and returned to the location where he had died. Sivart then cast the Sleeper into the chasm, a final act in respect of his friend. As he traveled back through the archives, he picked up several books that told of ancient battles and generals and conquerors. He then went back down the mountain and swiftly traveled through the forest and back onto the open plains. He overtook the Dorians in several days time, but he kept his presence unknown. He traveled over land for several more months, living off the land. He forgot his own birthday as it came and went. Fishing and hunting became his sources of food; foraging from whatever berry bushes he came across.
As the months passed by, he confronted those sympathetic to the Locrians. He discovered he was a wanted man, and was forced to remain hidden. These confrontations kept him on his feet, and his mind stayed sharp. He sometimes traveled with companions, but only for short periods of time. He made some friends as he went along who promised to spread his story and foster sympathy.
He has stopped counting the men he has killed. They don't matter as they hinder his progress. This is where we find Sivart today, in constant pursuit of those who took his life from him.