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| Atescu and Achilles; The Odd Couple | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 19 2005, 03:42 PM (472 Views) | |
| Eragol | Aug 19 2005, 03:42 PM Post #1 |
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Keeper of the Eternal Flame/Baron of Kinaldi/Fire God
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Atescu: Name: Atescu du Nordfals, Son of High Warlord Desh Race: Human Age: 17 Height: 6' Weight: 170 lbs Skin Tone: Cherokee Hair: Short, straight, black Eyes: Black Clothes: Brown hide breeches, muk-luk style boots, a light colored vest, yellowing bandages wrappeed around his hands and forearms Weapons: A single sword strapped across his back made from a mysterious alloy. Armor: None Distinctive Marks: Several scars on his chest Magic: None Companions: Achilles (black cat) History: According to several sources, our world is merely one that might hold life. According to some others, we are a part of a multiverse, a group of -verses (or "planes", to some) that are loosely connected. On this plane, for instance, there are the worlds of Mianor, Elenlond, and several others. One such "other" is the land of Ku'tsaya, wrapped in almost a perpetual snow. Ku'tsaya is not very distant from its sun - it is about as far from its sun as Elenlond from hers - but Ku'tsaya's sun is waning. And as it dies, immortals who had once cherished it have left. Many years have passed since this happened. Ku'tsaya grows dimmer by the day, slowly freezing over. And it is from this world that Atescu came. In the far north, where barbarian clans roam the hillsides of Nordfals, clattering over the ruins of Ostugel, a warlord sat, watching as his daughter watched the dying embers of their home's fire. His wife screamed in the other room not from torture - or rather, not from the torture that the warlord had inflicted upon his enemies. No, she had been through this before, and was cursing his name. "Diyut damn you to the hottest pits of hell for this, Desh! I swear before Kotai's almighty sword, if you ram that thing up me one more time I'll crush you into a tin cinderblock, you buffoon!" She had been going at this for an hour, and Desh was growing more and more nervous. Suddenly, the shouting stopped. A woman came out of the room. "It's a boy," she said, an accent of Ostugel still remaining on her lips. "She's named him Atescu." Desh paused, half smiling. "Oh, and she is fine." The smile sprouted into a full grin as he rushed into the room. "Atescu, hm? One of your southern names, I'll wager." She looked at him and, despite the pain she had gone through, smiled. "Yes, 'Star of Grace.' Or, as you put it so nicely, Atescu." Desh paused and blinked. "It's an honorable name with a grand history behind it." He swelled with pride as she began to list the numerous great people who had that name. Seven years later, Atescu was growing quickly. His father was teaching him in the ways of the sword and the fist. The snow had fallen thick upon the ground that night, and hee had been playing in it until it was time for his father's lesson. But when his father called him inside, there was an emotion Atescu had never heard in it before. Usually, his father's voice was filled with mirth or frustration. This almost sounded like sadness. "Atescu, come here, my son," he said, his voice beginning to tremble. Atescu obediently followed the voice's instruction. "What is it, Father?" he asked. Desh grabbed his son in a crushing hug, and Atescu could feel teardrops falling on his shoulder. What's going on? he thought. "Atescu, my son, your mother... She... she..." His father didn't need to say anything more. He had understood - he knew that his mother had succumbed to that dreadful illness that had taken away his baby brother, Shain, months before. The two men, as well as Atescu's sisters, cried deep into the night. Six years passed, years in which Desh grew harder, colder, more distant, even as the ground grew more unyeilding. Emmelis had left home to seek her fortune in the south, leaving Atescu as the oldest male. When he was walking home, he saw a strange sight - there, in the snowy alleyway, lay a small cat, black-furred and mewling piteously. Taking pity on it, Atescu picked it up and brought it home. The new addition cheered up his father, who had always been fascinated by small things. Desh was almost like his old self - except for frequent depressive bouts where he thought continuously of Adlena, Atescu's mother. Two years later, Desh was on his deathbed. He had called Atescu to his side. "Atescu," he said, "forgive me. I have made your life a livid, boiling hell. I wish it had been otherwise." "Father," said Atescu, holding his hand, "don't say that. You were upset about Mother's disappearance." Desh nodded. "But that was no reason to take it out on you, Son. And now, I am lying here. I am dying, and with me dies Nordfals. No others have been able to fight off the barbarians - not even you, my son. Take you you Grandfather's sword and head elsewhere. Nordfals dies with me. I have even sent Luri and Liru away; you are the last remaining heir of Nordfals still in Nordfals." His hands clenched a pendant around his neck. Squeezing it, he muttered a few words that Atescu couldn't quite hear. Quickly, a portal sprang open. "Take Achilles with you - you will need him, for he is no ordinary cat. He is the King of the felines." Desh chuckled. "This pendant was given to me by a wizard named... named... Well, by a powerful wizard a few years ago. Within its depths lay a spell that could take one to a certain location. I know only what this location is called - Ellen's Land or something similar - but you must go there. Otherwise, you will be here or with a sibling, which I cannot allow. The Heirs of Nordfals must never meet again; so said the ancient Prophet Ku'teyo." He paused. Atescu realized that this was his final goodbye. "Achilles," he said, and the cat leapt from Desh's bed to Atescu's shoulders. "Father, may your journeys lead to enlightenment, may your ventures always prosper, and may you ultimately find who you were meant to find." Desh grinned. "The same to you, my son. Adlena would have been proud." As Atescu stepped through the portal, the old man lay his head down upon the pillow. "Tonight, my dreams of seeing you again come true. Adlena, I come to you." The portal snapped shut behind Atescu as the old man passed into the arms of a kind and gentle sleep. Personality: Atescu is kind, generous, and above all friendly. He is a patient, understanding man who is very naïve at times. Atescu enjoys drinking wine and having fun, as well as swordfighting and fighting with his body. He does not enjoy obsession, nor does he enjoy the company of sadists and drunks. He inherited his mother's caring for life, and his father's deep-seated enjoyment of small things. Achilles: Name: Achilles du Nordfals, Cat Race: Feline (common housecat) Age: Four Fur: Black as a clear midnight sky Eyes: Bright, deep gold History: Found by Atescu in the back-alleys of a street in Nordheim, a small city in Nordfals. Because of living in Desh's house, he grew a taste for wine and fish (a taste which has led him to believe he is Feline Aristocracy.) His first encounter with a bird was a sparrow; while he did catch and eat it, he infinitely preferred fish. He has never encountered a non-rabbit rodent, and is generally disdainful of them as well. He sees cats who eat them as being "unworthy" and "rabble." Achilles believes himself to be illegitimate, but nobody is sure. Personality: Achilles carries himself with the very grace of a King - when unagitated. When he is nervous or frightened, he becomes paranoid. He always carries himself with some kind of extra grace, even when running, so that he never truly looks scared - he's just running in the opposite direction for the hell of it. He believes Atescu to be somewhat naïve, as well as a bit too patient and very much too willing to make conversation with people when Achilles is frightened. He is proud of being "illegitimate", and believes he should have a coat of arms (complete, of course, with bend sinister!) |
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