Timaeus Daenmat
NaMe: Timaeus Daenmat
TITLe: The Searcher.
aGe: Unknown. Looks about thirty.
RaCe: Angel/Demon.
HaIR: White with black streaks.
eYeS: Green.
HeIGHT: Six feet.
WeIGHT: Seventy-eight kilograms.
WeaPON: Timaeus wields his magic, and his shield, Jeika, is edged with razor-blades.
aRMOUR: Timaeus’s shield can be used to absorb minor magic.
STReNGTHS: Timaeus is a very powerful mage, and his flight can be used as a potent defence mechanism as well as a deadly weapon. He is also immune to fire and its related magic.
WeaKNeSeS: Timaeus is weak against light and water magic. When he isn’t flying, his wings tend to get in the way. Also, Timaeus is not very good in hand-to-hand combat.
MaGIC/SKILLS: Timaeus is a very strong mage, and he is very hard to match in its art.
Fire: Timaeus has control over fire. The more fire created and/or bended, the more energy used.
~Slice- Creates a blade of flame that appears in Timaeus’s hand when he wills it. Just like a sword, but heated to ten-thousand degrees. Middle-magic.
~Burn- The air around Timaeus comes under his control, and he can heat it considerably. Middle-magic.
Darkness: Timaeus has control over darkness. The more darkness created and/or bended, the more energy used.
~Teleport- Timaeus opens a rift of darkness and steps through, appearing somewhere else. Minor-Magic when used at about a metre or two, Major-Magic when used on a planar scale. If used on a planar scale, though, Timaeus risks being eaten alive by the ‘warp rift’ or mutated or shreaded to pieces on the spot.
~Fear- Tendrils of darkness creep out of Timaeus’s heart, making people nauseous and scared and fearful. Middle-Magic.
aPPeaRaNCe: Timaeus wears several layers of black and white chequered robes that cover his feet, yet never touch the ground, and are sleeveless. He wears no shoes. His skin is ghost-white, and he has large, Celtic styled tattoos of pure black ink all over his body, which have small flaming skulls in the middle of the swirls. His hair falls down to his shoulders and over his left eye, and is straight. On his back he has a pair of angelic wings than glow slightly, with a wingspan of twenty feet. If one were to see beneath Timaeus’s robes, they would see his demonic side. Small mouths in random places, tiny, alien, clawed hands, jutting out at random angles on the end of short, scrawny arms and eyes set where mere flesh and muscle should be.
PeRSONaLITY: Timaeus is an aloof man and loves to travel. He is a very dark individual, but only on the surface. On the inside, Timaeus is a emotional, although it may not seem it. He never looks surprised. He loves war and fighting, as it is all that he now has left.
BIOGRaPHY: Timaeus never had a childhood. He was born, or made, and given a shield; that was it. It was his job to take between the Gods messages, and to do them favours when he was asked. Certain Gods tried to sway him to their favour, like Huardorm, or Zunn. But one, the Over-God, employed him the most. Soushryn.
It was raining. Timaeus relished it. He tasted it with his mind. He tasted it in his soul. He became one with it.
He smiled, and opened his eyes. He was in an empty street, lined with houses and buildings and bins. Bugs crawled from the cracks in the houses. Waste oozed over the edge of bins. Light bloomed from the windows of the buildings, like eyes in the night. Which they were.
It was always a different place with Soushryn. Always changing, always moving and shifting. The Over-God had a sense of humour, unlike the other Gods. Wherever he appeared before Timaeus, there was always a small, colourful, chipped teacup on its side. And this time, it was in the gutter of a building, next to a once-green tennis ball and some leaves.
But this time, it rolled over, plummeting to the ground as if the two were old friends, rushing together to meet, one last time. It shattered. Timaeus winced.
A hysterical laugh came from a building’s wall, which morphed and twisted ghoulishly. Soushryn appeared. “My best gag yet, right?” The laugh followed.
“I have to say, Soushryn,” Timaeus whispered. He knew the God could hear him. The sentence advanced, “you gave me a scare.”
The laugh hissed through Soushryn’s lips as he walked up behind the Angel. “Ooh yes. That was my intent, you see, old fellow. I amuse myself, you see.”
“You always did, friend.”
“How ‘bout when I wiped out that dimension? Classic stuff, that. Comic genius.” Soushryn showed himself now. This time he was a round, stout man with spectacles and a top-hat on.
“Yes yes, right. But why?” Timaeus’s brow furrowed and he slid his toes through the mud.
“Because, you see, it was capital, for Pete’s sake! Capital!” Soushryn’s grin widened and his eyes gaped. “The look on your face, man, ooooh..... I’ll be wetting my pants over that joke for a long time, you see. Ha!” Soushryn screwed his eyes shut and giggled like a child.
“I meant the meeting, you stupid old ****er.” Timaeus was joking, and he knew that Soushryn could tell. This was a game, but it wouldn’t last too long.
“Well, chum, you see, I’ve been told to give you this. The other ‘council members’ made a bloody petition...” Soushryn pulled off his hat and removed from within it a small piece of coffee-stained parchment.
Timaeus grabbed the piece of paper and read it.
Sir Timaeus Daenmat,
You are to be informed that your job as ‘messenger’ has been terminated, and your services are no longer required.
Regards,
The ‘Council’.
“I see. I’ll be leaving then.”
“We just though that we could do some work ourselves, and that you could have a life outside your work. I might call you over every now-and-then, if I need you.” Soushryn put his hand out.
Timaeus did not shake the fat piece of flesh, just prodded the air and drew a line, straight down. He disappeared into thin air.
“Oh bugger. I wished we could’ve had some ****ing coffee or something...” Soushryn disappeared into a building.
And Timaeus searched his heart for a purpose.
12-14-2007, 06:30 PM
