Post by Belferon the Eternal on Dec 4, 2006 6:53:55 GMT -4
Name: Belferon the Eternal
Race: half-Drow
Class: A sorcerer. Of terrible power and all that. Not too shabby with a quarter staff.
Physical Description:
His real form is that of a skull, picked clean with valuable stones set into his sockets, some on his forehead and a couple put in place of his teeth.
His more living form is that of a half-drow, rather muscular with long hair. He almost always wears a sleeveless white robe of some expensive and light fabric, embroiled with black runes and a pair of white pants. No shirt.
Personality: Belferon isn't evil. Mostly cause he kinda figured out that it just leads to stress and paranoia. Still, a few evil laughters might slip through once in a while. That is not to say Belferon is good, which he hardly qualifies as. No, he simply figured out that staying somewhat neutral means he gets left alone. So he remains a sarcastic, grumpy and arrogant demilich. He has absolute confidence in his own abilities, tends to be rather rude or at the very least blunt, and holds a somewhat dispassionate attitude to existence. And he's lazy. Unbelivably, impossibly, amazingly lazy. He stops time to take a nap and casts silence to get rid of howling dogs.
Ofcourse, nothing is quite so terrifying as when Belferon is in a...cheerful mood. There's just something quite disturbing about a singing demilich...
Short History: A demilich that got bored with evil, he mostly spends him time on a shelf somewhere.
Long History: Born a half-drow in a small village near Waterdeep, Belferon quickly discovered that his talent for magic allowed him to bully others around. As he grew older, he attempted several times to gain rule over cities or villages, only to be foiled by adventurers and heroes. So, after once again being defeated, Belferon turned his attention toward researching a way to achieve more power.
His answer: immortality. Finding the secret to lichdom, Belferon wasted no time in granting himself power over life and death. But yet it was not enough. Even though he spent centuries scheming and plotting, amassing gold and treasure to hire armies and countless years researching long forgotten myths and spells Belferon was thwarted time and time again, his goal snatched away just when victory seemed within his grasp.
So he once again attempted to elevate his power. Surely, if his current abilities placed him just inches away from success a little more power would place it within his grasp?
So, he read the ancient tomes, crafted the stones and performed the rituals needed to grant him his status as a demilich. Only to be defeated again. Perhaps it was his enchanted intellect or maybe just a moment of clarity, but Belferon realized something. The multiverse had a habit of leveling the field. If a great evil arose, a equally great force of good would soon arrive. A mighty hero faced just as mighty foes and.
It seemed to world had chosen the winner and the loser before the battle even began, and Belferon seemed destined to remain the one to face defeat.
At first, he thought about somehow changing his fate, exchanging it for that of a hero, a great destiny. But as he once again began his research, he once again realized something. Somewhere along his path, evil had lost it's appeal. He no longer found any real pleasure in kicking the weak and oppressing the common folk. Ruling seemed more of another tiresome task then any goal worth working for. So he gave it up. Sure, a couple of heroes tried to make a name vanquishing him, but without the destiny on their side they faced quick defeat.
Sure enough, the millenia passed and Belferon the Eternal, once a renowned lich, was forgotten. Now merely a one dimensional villain is watered down tales of once great heroes. Granted, there was still a book or two about him in a back alley bookstore in Sigil, but the name of Belferon was largely forgotten.
He now spends his time playing staredown with beholders, traveling the astral planes at a leisurely pace and occasionally picking a fight with some arrogant wizard for the mere fun of it.
Gear: Necrotica amassa Once a great relic of legendary power, much of the power in Belferon's staff has left it, leaving it little but a mildly enchanted piece of bone. Even so, it's still good for giving some upstart youngling a good pike.
First crafted from the spine of a red dragon that really bothered him a couple of aeons ago, the long white bone has been polished smooth. Several indentations have been carved into it, some of them still holding the silver that was poured there while the others are nothing but scorched bone. A more recent modification seems to be the thick cord of crude leather wrapped around the center of the staff.
Katana A more recent aquisition into his armory, this is one of the countless weapons that bear no special quality or enchantment. Although quite obviously a finely crafted blade, it holds little but enough magic to keep it sharp and clean from dirt.
Guild: none
Torment: Belferon possess no true torment as such, much of his insecurities eroded under ages of soul searching and experience. Even so, he often regrets his path in life, wondering if a different path had led him somewhere more enjoyable.
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Race: half-Drow
Class: A sorcerer. Of terrible power and all that. Not too shabby with a quarter staff.
Physical Description:
His real form is that of a skull, picked clean with valuable stones set into his sockets, some on his forehead and a couple put in place of his teeth.
His more living form is that of a half-drow, rather muscular with long hair. He almost always wears a sleeveless white robe of some expensive and light fabric, embroiled with black runes and a pair of white pants. No shirt.
Personality: Belferon isn't evil. Mostly cause he kinda figured out that it just leads to stress and paranoia. Still, a few evil laughters might slip through once in a while. That is not to say Belferon is good, which he hardly qualifies as. No, he simply figured out that staying somewhat neutral means he gets left alone. So he remains a sarcastic, grumpy and arrogant demilich. He has absolute confidence in his own abilities, tends to be rather rude or at the very least blunt, and holds a somewhat dispassionate attitude to existence. And he's lazy. Unbelivably, impossibly, amazingly lazy. He stops time to take a nap and casts silence to get rid of howling dogs.
Ofcourse, nothing is quite so terrifying as when Belferon is in a...cheerful mood. There's just something quite disturbing about a singing demilich...
Short History: A demilich that got bored with evil, he mostly spends him time on a shelf somewhere.
Long History: Born a half-drow in a small village near Waterdeep, Belferon quickly discovered that his talent for magic allowed him to bully others around. As he grew older, he attempted several times to gain rule over cities or villages, only to be foiled by adventurers and heroes. So, after once again being defeated, Belferon turned his attention toward researching a way to achieve more power.
His answer: immortality. Finding the secret to lichdom, Belferon wasted no time in granting himself power over life and death. But yet it was not enough. Even though he spent centuries scheming and plotting, amassing gold and treasure to hire armies and countless years researching long forgotten myths and spells Belferon was thwarted time and time again, his goal snatched away just when victory seemed within his grasp.
So he once again attempted to elevate his power. Surely, if his current abilities placed him just inches away from success a little more power would place it within his grasp?
So, he read the ancient tomes, crafted the stones and performed the rituals needed to grant him his status as a demilich. Only to be defeated again. Perhaps it was his enchanted intellect or maybe just a moment of clarity, but Belferon realized something. The multiverse had a habit of leveling the field. If a great evil arose, a equally great force of good would soon arrive. A mighty hero faced just as mighty foes and.
It seemed to world had chosen the winner and the loser before the battle even began, and Belferon seemed destined to remain the one to face defeat.
At first, he thought about somehow changing his fate, exchanging it for that of a hero, a great destiny. But as he once again began his research, he once again realized something. Somewhere along his path, evil had lost it's appeal. He no longer found any real pleasure in kicking the weak and oppressing the common folk. Ruling seemed more of another tiresome task then any goal worth working for. So he gave it up. Sure, a couple of heroes tried to make a name vanquishing him, but without the destiny on their side they faced quick defeat.
Sure enough, the millenia passed and Belferon the Eternal, once a renowned lich, was forgotten. Now merely a one dimensional villain is watered down tales of once great heroes. Granted, there was still a book or two about him in a back alley bookstore in Sigil, but the name of Belferon was largely forgotten.
He now spends his time playing staredown with beholders, traveling the astral planes at a leisurely pace and occasionally picking a fight with some arrogant wizard for the mere fun of it.
Gear: Necrotica amassa Once a great relic of legendary power, much of the power in Belferon's staff has left it, leaving it little but a mildly enchanted piece of bone. Even so, it's still good for giving some upstart youngling a good pike.
First crafted from the spine of a red dragon that really bothered him a couple of aeons ago, the long white bone has been polished smooth. Several indentations have been carved into it, some of them still holding the silver that was poured there while the others are nothing but scorched bone. A more recent modification seems to be the thick cord of crude leather wrapped around the center of the staff.
Katana A more recent aquisition into his armory, this is one of the countless weapons that bear no special quality or enchantment. Although quite obviously a finely crafted blade, it holds little but enough magic to keep it sharp and clean from dirt.
Guild: none
Torment: Belferon possess no true torment as such, much of his insecurities eroded under ages of soul searching and experience. Even so, he often regrets his path in life, wondering if a different path had led him somewhere more enjoyable.
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