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| Vo'ciaphas | Jan 27 2008, 08:14 PM Post #1 |
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About You Name: Call me by the characters name please. Vo’ciaphas or Vo. Contact Info: I have all three of the prime messengers, but I don’t give them out save to those who have rp business with me. Please use the PM system. Characters on WotR: N/A How Did You Find Us?: Was just surfing the net looking for a place to ply myself. General Information: Name: Vo’ciaphas Bellah Alias: Vo’ciaphas the Rouge, Vo’ciaphas the Corsair or True-rat the Vile. Gender: Male Homeland: Umbar Age: Twenty-four In the Service of: N/A Looking to serve the goodly races. Weaponry Weapons: ![]() Cutlass- A simple, brutal weapon developed by the men of the sea for warfare in ports and onboard ships, where the room for finesse is non-existent and a need for a weapon not only with the ability to kill but to be utilized in various seat-of the pants situations is a must. The cutlass is as much axe as sword in the fact that unlike most swords its meant to hack and not cut through the opponent. Meaning that blade is heavier and more unwieldy yet stronger than your average blade and with the utility for uses such as cutting through foliage and through decktimbers and the grappling ropes of enemy sailors. The cutlass of Vo’ciaphas is the same as the numerous others forged by the infrequent smithies of Umbar, perhaps the only smithies in the world who have formed the workings of the cutlass into a brutal art. Though made of common iron and an amalgamation of other metals it’s workings and temper mark it of the strongest man-forged types of blade. This blade is simple, dulled by years in the harsh sun but unweakened by the salt of the sea the blade shows it’s years heavily but remains strong and steadfast much like it’s owner. It’s sheath is simple iron overlain in tan leather, burned with his mark, a dual-headed eagle. http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j15/blitzritter/mace.jpg (Put it in a link to avoid to elongating the page even more) The Fist of Umbar – A mark if you will of the good Captain Vo’ciaphas’s status as one of the fifty captains of the “Greatships” that make up the core of the mighty Umbar raiding fleets. Forged prior to the mighty Navy’s declaration of allegiance to the great eye the fifty identical maces were *blessed* as you will, with the blood of their smithies, the three finest of all of Umbar. Part of the superstitious men of the sea’s offering to their new dark master. The maces are of peerless quality in all of Umbar and considered of quality even by the stoic dwarves smiths. Imbued as they are with the sinister energies of their creation the maces, are still stained with the droplets of the smithies blood and their enflamed souls so does legend hold. When wielded in battle the maces grow hot and strike with the heat of the infernal forges of their creation. (I.E. One smacks you it’s like putting your hand on the hood of a car in 130 degree weather, not enough to set anything on fire but enough that you don’t want to grab the thing) The mace of Vo’ciaphas is of no exception to this rule and is still in his possession despite the loss of his ship and his status as one of the fifty Grand-captains of Umbar. (It should also be noted that the mace unlike the one in the picture has a wrist-strap, thus it’s almost always hanging from his arm.) ((He also carries a plain old poniard tucked into the side of his boot.)) Armor: Leather armor strapped across his torso beneath his more grandiose outer attire and overtop of his inner-shirts. He also wears a pair of heavy bracers and thick leather-gloves to help protect himself from the errant swings of a sword. Steed: N/A Powers: Not sure if it would be considered a power but he does have an enchanted mace. (see desc of the weapon) It should also be mentioned that he’s mastered the minor parlor tricks of persuasion and hypnosis. Though he cant influence the strong-willed or the powerful he’s perfectly capable of inspiring your average do-gooder to feats of bravado or demoralizing the weaker-willed into flight. Description Physical Description: Clothing - Dressed in few layers Vo’ciaphas is garbed with a flash of eccentricity that matches his personality perfectly. His prime and first piece of clothing is a great-cloak, that he wears draped over his shoulders in a kingly manner. The cloak itself is a deep black meant to blend into the darkness and cover, it is none-the-less decorated lavishly. ruffled with dark purple-to-black feathers from some exotic avian, one is given the illusion of dark brooding rain-clouds looming in a bruised sky, the breakup of his outline the feathers cause making him almost insubstantial. The center of the cloak and the hood are embroidered with thin red-thread and supple bronze wire woven together into such manners as to form various runes of power and warding that help to dissuade the wary. The wire itself is made up of several smaller strands woven into one, to make It supple and prevent it from interfering with the movements of the cloak and allow it’s grandiose effect to linger should he choose to make a quick entrance or retreat. The next part of his clothing would be the second layer on his chest, a billowy sleeved shirt, a dark charcoal black like the inner layer of his great-cloak, the shirt flows about and hugs his body at just the right spots to tease the looker and impose an image of fluid grace upon their minds. Adorning his biceps on both sides are a series of colored ribbons rangeing from the most royal of violets to the most burnt orange, the ribbons are all cut to hang to the same point on his waist. At first seemingly nothing but a mark of his eccentric nature but the way they flow with his movements and in combat lend credence to the idea he wears them to further his hypnotic visage and flamboyant style of fighting.. He wears several earrings in both of his ears (described in the physical appearance), their colors matching a set of ribbons he wears tied around each of his forearms. The ribbons provide another insight to his flashy and flamboyant personality and clashes heavily with the rest of his dark clothing, it’s a subconscious statement ‘Im so d**n good, that I can wear something like this and you still wont see me coming.’ Crossing diagonally to the left over his chest beneath the great-cloak and tight against his body is a leather bandoleer, a bruise-blue in color it’s about four inches wide with roughly ten pouches spaced evenly across it to contain various supplies and the other nesscities of the road. His hands are covered by thin black cloth gloves, open at the finger tips and with an iron plate sewn into the back of each, meant to reduce weight for ease of swimming while still providing some protection. His trousers are the norm of middle-earth, functional and meant for the wear and tear of every-day life. Indeed against the grain of his garb his trousers are rather simplistic, inlaid with jade colored thread depicting the same runes upon his cloak. His boots are a dull leather, worn and beaten by years of use and reaching high on his calf so that he may wade through low water with ease. Facial/Hair - Facial Structure and Hair - Burning eyes, fiery and intense in the manner of a caged storm waiting to be unleashed. Vo’ciaphas eyes are his most stunning feature, hypnotic in their intensity they seem to encompass all, to draw in everything, both magnificent and terrible to behold all at once. It almost hurts to look into them... Into the intensely beautiful eye's so bright and vivid a green flecked with struck through with the almost orange amber of his kin that they are as unsettling as they are alluring. His eye's have a soul within them, a soul so passionate and hungry that one can practically see the need reflected in them. They are simply eyes... But the feelings they impose, the will that they seem to possess is so disturbing in magnitude that they seem charged with the passions of his life. The hunger within them is a thing alive, seeking to consume and to extinguish all before them. Inviting all to spring into their depths and to become fuel for the fire within, to fill the gaze with further life and emotion. His face frames these eyes, his face is an incarnation to them more than anything else. Expressive and emotional, all his thoughts and emotions are shown upon it in clear relief... Happiness, Sadness, Anger and Lust... They are all obvious upon his angular, wolfish head. His ears are small and pierced along the upper edge and the lobe, in each a brightly colored jewel is studded, on both ears the colors change in method of order but the universal scheme is continued in both ears. "Obsidian, Jasper, Malachite, Sugilite, Pearl and finaly Pyrite" His forehead is high and proud with eyebrows that arch imperiously above his hypnotic eyes, his eyelashes are long and full, the kind that women would kill to have, his nose is arch-angular and sits above a pair of soft, slightly thin lips, wet by saliva from a tounqe that constantly slips out to caress them. His chin below that is sharp but is formed from a broad jaw that gives his face it's beautiful if not slightly wolfish and untrustworthy shape. His face is clean-shaven and unmarked by the ravages of life. His teeth are ivory-white and straight, an oddity amongst hid peers. Contrasting nicely with the soft black lochs of his hair. His bangs hang in loose strands like tendrils across his face fluttering in the slightest wind and the slightest movement. Along the sides of his head a few thick strands of hair are braided tight and weighted down by gems of the same kinds as those on his ear, they don’t flutter in the breeze as much as his bangs but click together dully, creating a music that seems to compliment his fluid motion. The back of his hair is taken up by a thick French braid that lays casually over his left shoulder, laced into the braid is a thin vein of spun gold, set with thin tatters of silk cloth dyed in vivid orange to set off the color in his hair, from the end of each ribbon hangs a piece of black obsidian spun into a cage of silver. Avatar: Cillian Murphey Personality: Over-bearing Philosophy A great woman once said, "One ship sails East, And another West, By the selfsame winds that blow, Tis the set of the sails And not the gales, That tells the way we go." (Quote from Ella Wheeler Willcox) This quote rings clearly midst a world of clutter and despair, yet so few truly understand what is screams, what it burns to tell humanity. Struggle, speak no words of action... Simply act, make no thoughts of doing, simply do. As the proverbial saying goes, actions speak louder than words. A man must reach out, slap away the hands that attempt to push him back and seize upon the heart of the world and squeeze. A man must act for good or ill as his soul dictates, a man must not worry about consequences or morals, a man must do only as his true-soul dictates. A man must have no regrets, East or West, good or evil a man must set his course and propel himself through the raging sea of humanity without fear of the mighty waves, without knowledge of the end, only knowing that he must not stop that he must not sail for safer waters. He must grip the gods by their ears and toss them down to kneel at his feet. Man is all encompassing, man is the master of himself and of the world, man need only take a stand, scream his defiance into the sky and beat his chest with the fury and passion of all his self. Quirks – Vo’ciaphas is a man who follows the above as best he may… It just so happens that his soul isn’t so noble. It must never be forgotten that he is a man who has done and will continue to do many horrible things in his own self-interest and that he makes no excuses for it. His heart is shriveled with self-pleasure and his mind sharp and cruel. He holds no use for the fate of man as he can not spend it and he holds less of a use for the foolish masses. If it would serve him he would sever ties with humanity and sail the oceans for all eternity, sadly that is not his lot. To great are the pleasures of land for his vile heart and calculating mind to escape and in a way it brings him great sadness, knowing that his years are numbered and that he must such take from life what he will now. Though not a racist per-se Vo’ciaphas holds a long-standing hatred of their elves and their god-gifted life-spans, whitch he covets for himself as his most sacred and private dream. Escape from the ravages of time, perhaps his only true terror over all the worlds is high on his list of dreams, copious as that list may be. Everday- Vo’ciaphas is a rouge in the essence of the word, quick to the compony of beautiful women and quicker still to slip a blade into the back of a rival. He’s in the heart good natured to those who do him no ill or stand from his path, but when he is crossed he holds a grudge longer than a dwarf and is quicker to torture and do harm to others to get to his antagonist than he rightfully should be. His tounqe is of silver and his manipulative powers superb enough to coerce the purse from a noble-lord or village head-man as well as to sooth the tempers of those he finds himself incapable of facing in direct battle. History: Little is to be said of the youthful years of the young Vo’ciaphas, he was raised as all men of the sea are raised… Upon the deck of a boat. Born amidst a sea-storm, his birthing took the life of his mother while his father was out to sea on one of many Umbar raids of the port-cities of goodly men. When his father returned to find his wife dead he was stricken of grief but vowed to raise well the son she had sacrificed herself for. So he did… The captain of one of the great-ships of Umbar, he was allowed leeway and much respect, but even so when he first brought his boy aboard his ship at the age of four many thought him hard-of heart… But the man loved his boy dearly and taught him much of the sea and he gained a crew of fathers. Though he was often whipped for errors he was the apple of the eye’s of the men aboard the ship. Such that he soon became one of the finest sailors in the fleet. As the years rolled on and he fought in battle after battle his skill grew until he was appointed to replace his ailing father at nine-teen. The youngest man ever to sit on the council of the fifty-grand ships of Umbar. His career was illustrious among his peers and infamous amoungst his victims with over five hundred sunken vessels in his wake throughout his career and plunder enough to please a red-dragon his career came to a crashing end after the declaration of allegiance to Sauron. Though most men of Umbar thought it a brilliant move he fought tooth and nail to say otherwise, thinking it ill to devote their raiding fleets to as he called it. “A fruitless war upon the lands, not of the seas.” And when the other captains ignored him he rose up in open rebellion and along with his ship and the fleet under it attempted to flee the waters of Umbar, his flight though dareing was costly and all but his own vessel were sunk when the other grand-captains managed to force his ships to the rocks and cut them down with magic’s and ballista. His ship though, despite escapeing the battle was badly damaged and forced into port in a hidden cove of Ice far to the north. The crew has since spread to various hiding-places about the land rebuilding their captains fleet ship by ship crew by crew and awaiting his call. He now wanders the shores searching out the alliance of goodly-men he heard rumor of forming, seeking to offer his aid in exchange for amnesty for his past crimes. And perhaps a few paltry treasures as well. Misc. Info Sample RP: The sun beat down upon them, the wind whipped at them… But still no man dared to bat an eye. Such a sign of weakness was unacceptable in this place. The only sacred place perhaps to the fifty men present… Well, not so sacred anymore. The eye’s of the youngest member in attendance turned down the long table, set on a jutting out-hang of rock in the capitol port of Umbar. His eye’s settled upon the dark armored goblin that sat at the head of the table beside the first captain… This was unprecedented, not only was a vile goblin at the table of the fifty grand-captains… But they now numbered fifty-one! Sacrilige, since the inspection of their convent no others had sat at the table but the masters of the fifty Great-ships, the masters of the fifty hands of umbar. The maces, all sat before their respective owners. The masters of the sea all of them, each commanding crews in the hundreds and small fleets aside from their great-ships. The greatships were the greatest man-made constructs to sail since the first age. Leviathans bred for battle, decked with the bones of sea-monsters and bristling with ballistae and catapults. Capatable of challenging many smaller vessels all at once. He was one such man, and yet he was helpless to stop what was comeing. He jerked his eye’s from the perversion before him and as he heard his brethren swear out their oaths to this emissary of Mordor he bit into his lip with such force and vhemnance as to draw blood. The mighty winds sent the fifty standards to snapping in the wind as all eye’s fell upon him. His voice had not joined theirs… All about him hands moved to the weapons upon the table. He put his own hand upon the weapon… Standing slowly he cut a fine figure, his bejewled visage sparkling in the sun, his ribbons afly with his standard of a dual-headed eagle snapping behind him as if in a dual with the closest flags. He uttered the first and last word at this meeting… And with a move that not only shattered the covenant that had lasted since the inception of the Grand-captains but declared his attention to the world. He smote the table with his mace, knocking clean a chink of the thick stone that had served as his place and cracking the thing through. “No!” A simple declaration, with a glare of defiance he spun on his heel and strode down the overhang to where his crew waited… None stopped him, none spoke… To stunned they were. Vo’cipahas shrugged off the pats of his men as he strode through them cursing this land with all his breath. “To think that they would make such a stupid move! To attend to that wretch whoever he was in mordor with such desperate hope. None could challenge them at sea, not even whole of the fleets of middle-earth itself. Yet they submit like kittens at the things beck and call… This will be a war of armies mark my words, what need have they for ships but to ferry troops?! Damned will all the world be the day I allow a smelly orc to board my boat and direct my course! To the ships! Call up the crews! We sail at dawn and let no man stop your call!” He was being brash, he knew… But he had to act quickly, all about his men scattered to the various dives and taverns to rouse the lesser crews and move them to their boats… But he dident have time, the grand-captains wouldent act immediately, they would think he would come to his senses… Bow and scrape like them, but he would not! His cloak caught the wind and pulled at him, they would realize his intent the moment his ships began to put from port and would be on him before he could crest the horizon. With his smaller ships in tow he would have to fight it out he was sure. But he steeled himself… This was his course… His men would follow and nothing more need be done. He cast his eye’s out over the sea as the sun began to set. “What do you set upon?” He paused suddenly, sending many of the crew in his wake stumbling to avoid him. “The day? Umbar? Or all of middle earth?” (It sucks I know… But I wanted to get it done.) Others: Though he’s technically a good-guy, don’t expect him to put you before himself. So long as you keep that in mind you’ll get on fine with him. Did you Read the Rules? (EDIT, ADMIN APPROVED) (Please don't make to much fun of my lack of skill. ;P ) |
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