Endor
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Completely esoteric, and unbeknownst to many is the workings of reality itself. The common consensus agrees that the prime planes of existence align and interweave with each other. What is more widely known about planar geography is that travel between planes of existence is achieved in any number of ways, most of which exploit some manner of magic, to access transitional sub-spaces between the planes themselves. What most forget is that stops-along-the-way of this kind are, in fact, the same, and can be home to any form of outsider.
The void is a location found, somewhere, beyond the empty edges of the Plane of Shadow. That's of course if the rumors the likes of which Endor spread can be believed at all. Arriving into this reality from parts unknown, his alien nature is largely tortuous. On the surface, his seemingly humorous and laid-back mannerisms seem benign, but considering his patterns of speech and tendency to articulate himself with metaphors and riddles (much to the dismay of many a nonplussed lay-person), and his motivations start to seem confounding, to say the least. More likely, he and his clandestinely-acquired powers seem to defy whatever realm of understanding mundane minds may frequent. Endor's appearance is best described as alien. He would appear as a warlock, or to expound, a warlock's heir that have emerged from the womb of a cursed, haggard crone, humped to death following a mad, violent, drunken stupor. Tall, fair of disposition and slim, his lurid eyes shine a haunting neon glow, and his dark, phantasmagoric robes appear to slowly flutter in an ethereal wind, shifting colors between deep calm blues to fierce magenta blossom. Though he would ordinarily appear no more than a fleeting shadow in a dream after a night during a painful fever, he does possess earthly, mundane traits that can easily be recognized by the observant, such as a tanned skin tone, and a long, jet-black hair, ever so often escaping the confines of his hood, and meeting that aforementioned fleeting non-existent wind. It's not hard to imagine him to be some sort of an unwanted otherworldly interloper, but the assortment of equipment, accessorised with a ceremoniously decorated dagger hoisted at his waist, provides the groundwork for seeds of thought that suggest he may be mortal (at least to a small merit) after all, and meets the same demands as most others do; security, nourishment, pleasure. These seeds of thought are swiftly extinguished when he seems to effortlessly flex his uncanny sorcery and the strange slew of powers, most of which seem to lash like whips at the minds of the unsuspecting. The very same minds would utterly churn thoughts as his morbid voice pours into them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ OOC Notes ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ------- Lights: ------- Whites: Long-term, Short-term, Medium-Term, Longer-term, Shorter-term, Mediumer-term, Brief-term, Briefer-term, Eterniterm, super mega long-term ultra, sex Green: lol Yellow: Just find my lights Red: In game Also: IC =/= OOC Alsoer: I'm tell friendly Alsoerer: lol this is getting out of hand I can't stop writing stupid shit somebody helpasopfjasfioasjfpooksd jadopjpaowjhnkeacoiaus |
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| Player: | Bandito |
| Gender (Visually): | Male |
| Race (Visually): | Human |