Post by zaediir on Aug 15, 2015 6:52:21 GMT
Profile
Name: Ilbraum Lambre
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Rank: Civvie
Basic Appearance
Hair: Short cut black hair
Facial Hair: small goatee
Eyes: smoky black/grey
Build: Athletic build, with wide shoulders
Height: 6'1
Weight: 170 lbs
Special Features: minor burns throughout his body, most of his body hair is patchy from burns.
Combat Credentials
Combat Style: Pyromancy/Weaponmaster
Abilities:
Weapon Forgery : Can force the flames into a hyper concentrated point, forging solid weapons from them. Self Immolation : Causes his body to burst into flames, heating up the area and the area around him.
Basic Pyromancies : Fireball, flamethrower, comes with the package.
Fire Storm : Charges spell, then slams his hands into the ground, causing pillars of flame to erupt.
Equipment and Weapons
Full Description/ Info: Ilbraum wears a set of armor designed to channel his flames outwards. There is the insignia of his clan, the Lambre, engraved into the left shoulder of chestplate. The insignia is a sword, lit on fire, encircled by a chain. Meaning that beauty can hold down power.
Weapon Description/Info: Uses Pyromancies, however, he is also trained a little in almost every weapon category, swords, shields, maces, etc.
Using pyromancy he can turn his flames into one of three forms.
Glaive: A long reaching staff with a curved blade at the tip, wielded with both hands
Armblade: Self explanatory, curved blade typically worn on a gauntlet. Short reach, however, is easily carried and is a fast striking weapon.
Spear: A thicker version of your normal spear, used for destroying armors. Has a heavy tip and a thicker shaft to break through mail.
Bio/Backstory
The Lambre clan are a normally peaceful clan, rooted in the hills of a land known as Dsana. This clan worships the beauty of life, as their god. They believe that power can be held down by beauty, and that there is none more beautiful than the flame. This explains their crest. When Ilbraum was first born, a fairly young sage (breaking stereotypes m80z) by the name of Embren told the village that he was to be their next messiah, and that he was to be a spreader of the beauty of the flame.
As he grew, he was always very remarkable, incredibly intelligent, and strong. But there was nothing that would signify him being the messiah of beauty, and the people started to doubt that something that powerful could even be spread. As he slept one night, Ilbraum was growing continuously hotter, temperature wise, he awoke and ran outside to the cool night air, where flames erupted from his eyes, mouth and palms. He screamed, and the whole village became engrossed in the teenager, enveloped in their god. As he grew, so did his power, and he left the village not long after.
Wandering for years he followed his path to different towns, experimenting with and perfecting his craft. As he traveled he learned that the world was not a beautiful place, as it was filled with war, and having no combat prowess weighed the odds away from his favor, so he began experimenting, and practicing. He started by learning to control the flames in his body, projecting them from his hands, eyes, and mouth. As he wandered, however, he began forming the flame into shapes, projecting them through the earth, and into great pillars, obliterating his opponents. He realized, however that his magic was taxing, and that he needed to learn to use the weapons used by the warriors of the nations whom hated each other so.
As he traveled he met a man, sparring with another. The man used a beautiful glaive, designs decorating the steel handle. As Ilbraum watched, he became fascinated with the elegant movements and beauty of the blade. He approached the man, and kneel before him, engrossed in the beauty he possessed. The mans name was Tel'thyral, a cross breed elf/human. Tel knew of Ilbraums clan, recognizing the emblem on his shoulder, and agreed to train him in weaponry. Of all the weapons available to him, three truly engrossed him, the spear, for its reach and likeness to the glaive. The armblade, for the fluid motions required to put it to its full effectiveness. And the glaive itself. As Tel taught him to use the weapons at his disposal Ilbraum became unhappy with the fixed weight, reach, and sharpness of the blades put into his hands.
He began working, day and night to craft a new pyromancy, weaponforging; the forging of weapons from flames. He mastered the weapons he cherished most as he created this spell, and, forming his flames into a glaive, struck down the bandits who would attempt to harm the simple cottage he was housed at. Tel'thyria, however, was not immune to sickness, and shortly after a bandit attack he became bedridden. His weakened state made it much harder to protect the house, and a group called the Boneglades, worshippers of the dead, came to allow Tel to embrace their mother, successfully passing Ilbraum and slitting Tel's throat as he slept. Ilbraum, becoming enraged, allowed his flames to course through him as he had on the first night he was 'chosen.' Flames enveloped and embraced him, and he struck down every one of the enemies in his path.
He burned the small house, after packing his things, including his friends glaive, after all, what better end than the truest of all beauties? Ilbraum became a nomad once more, wandering for several years. Until coming across a new kingdom, which he approached soon after spotting.
Name: Ilbraum Lambre
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Rank: Civvie
Basic Appearance
Hair: Short cut black hair
Facial Hair: small goatee
Eyes: smoky black/grey
Build: Athletic build, with wide shoulders
Height: 6'1
Weight: 170 lbs
Special Features: minor burns throughout his body, most of his body hair is patchy from burns.
Combat Credentials
Combat Style: Pyromancy/Weaponmaster
Abilities:
Weapon Forgery : Can force the flames into a hyper concentrated point, forging solid weapons from them. Self Immolation : Causes his body to burst into flames, heating up the area and the area around him.
Basic Pyromancies : Fireball, flamethrower, comes with the package.
Fire Storm : Charges spell, then slams his hands into the ground, causing pillars of flame to erupt.
Equipment and Weapons
Full Description/ Info: Ilbraum wears a set of armor designed to channel his flames outwards. There is the insignia of his clan, the Lambre, engraved into the left shoulder of chestplate. The insignia is a sword, lit on fire, encircled by a chain. Meaning that beauty can hold down power.
Weapon Description/Info: Uses Pyromancies, however, he is also trained a little in almost every weapon category, swords, shields, maces, etc.
Using pyromancy he can turn his flames into one of three forms.
Glaive: A long reaching staff with a curved blade at the tip, wielded with both hands
Armblade: Self explanatory, curved blade typically worn on a gauntlet. Short reach, however, is easily carried and is a fast striking weapon.
Spear: A thicker version of your normal spear, used for destroying armors. Has a heavy tip and a thicker shaft to break through mail.
Bio/Backstory
The Lambre clan are a normally peaceful clan, rooted in the hills of a land known as Dsana. This clan worships the beauty of life, as their god. They believe that power can be held down by beauty, and that there is none more beautiful than the flame. This explains their crest. When Ilbraum was first born, a fairly young sage (breaking stereotypes m80z) by the name of Embren told the village that he was to be their next messiah, and that he was to be a spreader of the beauty of the flame.
As he grew, he was always very remarkable, incredibly intelligent, and strong. But there was nothing that would signify him being the messiah of beauty, and the people started to doubt that something that powerful could even be spread. As he slept one night, Ilbraum was growing continuously hotter, temperature wise, he awoke and ran outside to the cool night air, where flames erupted from his eyes, mouth and palms. He screamed, and the whole village became engrossed in the teenager, enveloped in their god. As he grew, so did his power, and he left the village not long after.
Wandering for years he followed his path to different towns, experimenting with and perfecting his craft. As he traveled he learned that the world was not a beautiful place, as it was filled with war, and having no combat prowess weighed the odds away from his favor, so he began experimenting, and practicing. He started by learning to control the flames in his body, projecting them from his hands, eyes, and mouth. As he wandered, however, he began forming the flame into shapes, projecting them through the earth, and into great pillars, obliterating his opponents. He realized, however that his magic was taxing, and that he needed to learn to use the weapons used by the warriors of the nations whom hated each other so.
As he traveled he met a man, sparring with another. The man used a beautiful glaive, designs decorating the steel handle. As Ilbraum watched, he became fascinated with the elegant movements and beauty of the blade. He approached the man, and kneel before him, engrossed in the beauty he possessed. The mans name was Tel'thyral, a cross breed elf/human. Tel knew of Ilbraums clan, recognizing the emblem on his shoulder, and agreed to train him in weaponry. Of all the weapons available to him, three truly engrossed him, the spear, for its reach and likeness to the glaive. The armblade, for the fluid motions required to put it to its full effectiveness. And the glaive itself. As Tel taught him to use the weapons at his disposal Ilbraum became unhappy with the fixed weight, reach, and sharpness of the blades put into his hands.
He began working, day and night to craft a new pyromancy, weaponforging; the forging of weapons from flames. He mastered the weapons he cherished most as he created this spell, and, forming his flames into a glaive, struck down the bandits who would attempt to harm the simple cottage he was housed at. Tel'thyria, however, was not immune to sickness, and shortly after a bandit attack he became bedridden. His weakened state made it much harder to protect the house, and a group called the Boneglades, worshippers of the dead, came to allow Tel to embrace their mother, successfully passing Ilbraum and slitting Tel's throat as he slept. Ilbraum, becoming enraged, allowed his flames to course through him as he had on the first night he was 'chosen.' Flames enveloped and embraced him, and he struck down every one of the enemies in his path.
He burned the small house, after packing his things, including his friends glaive, after all, what better end than the truest of all beauties? Ilbraum became a nomad once more, wandering for several years. Until coming across a new kingdom, which he approached soon after spotting.