Post by TheRuddyRaku! on Aug 3, 2010 16:48:32 GMT -6
Name: Texousomene Greyclaw.
Nicknames: Tex, Texxie, Fel Iron Fae.
Gender: Female
Race: Wolf
Sub Race: Demon wolf /Undead
Breed Dakkan
Pack: Maledetto
Rank: Advisor / Bodyguard / Consigliere
Age: Unknown
Nature: Aggressive / Paranoid.
Appearence:
An outcasted Dakkan from the Astheric age, one of three of the origional Dakkans. Texousomene stands at a tall 4"7, due to her Astheric characteristics.
Her origional body has long turned to dust, through neglect, However, her Fel iron body Sparkles as if made by mithril. Her armour is smaller, more slender than the male Dakkans of shinkou with curves as if wrought by a sculptor not a magic blacksmith. A pair of gemlike ruby eyes loom out from her sculpted face, generally sparkleing against the contours of her wolfish metal face. Despite this, The fae has a rather off putting twitch, caused by years of demolition and buildings crashing down on her, and the spoil of war.
Nature & personality:
Texousomene is generally a timid wolf, wracked with paranoia however determined in the right situation, when presented with a goal or target. She excells in outnumbering odds, however her skills in 1-1 matial arts are mediocre. Her speciality is the destruction of objects and/or structures with her pyrokenetic powers. Once Texousomene is determined, the equivalent of stopping her would to be standing on a freight railway with the intention to halt a freight train with your paws. She has an almost infamous tendancy to put off everything untill she has completed a task, In extreme cases going to war and not even bathing away the blood and dirt she had gathered on her fur until the conflict was over.
Magic:
Fire.
Spells:
Texousomene is a Pyromaniac by nature and thus enjoys her spells to their fullest extent.
(1)Ignite:
Her magic spirit works in time with her body, causing it to vibrate with friction and heat up, combusting the fae from head to tail in flame. This ability can be directed in parts of her metal body, to do such things like exhale flame.
(2)Flashbang:
Very much like the previous spell, But faster, causing a miniscule explosion of intense light and noise, generally used in an attempt to stun and/or disorentate foes.
(3)Magmasnort:
The Fel Iron Fae knows the limits of Dakkan regeneration, but will disregard them anyway. She will heat up a section of her internal metal organs, and spit the moltern metal from her trachea, allthough this move tends to inflict pain, as after all it is self mutilation.
(4)Smokescreen:
Tex has been known to combust molecules in the air in a harmless burst of flame, over so fast it does no damage to anything other than gasses, however it creates a smog untill the wind blows it away.
Skills: Texousomene can asses an object or structure, and find its critical points. She is also Talented with Seigeing and raids, An excellent tactition, with a sence of good timing. With brilliant outnumbering combat skills, allthough 1-1 duels are not her fortei due to her martial art style.
History/ Bio:
Texousomene grew up in a respected wolven family In the Astheric Revolution, being sought after by many a sire. Such was her unwanting pampering, it turned her into a sort of tomboy, rebbelling against the nobels and parents alike. She joined Kath'aks army as if to rebel to her future heratage and ended up excelling through the ranks like a pouring tap through tissue, whether due to her good looks or ability, Many a historian would debate, if Asthera had left survivors to make historians. After several years, she earned the privalage of Dakkanic right. (To be encased in armour and made semi-eternal) She eagerly accepted the position, and has lived on. Thought her once beautiful body is now dust, replaced by Metallic armour with similar beautiful features, But nothing in comparison to the Fae she once was.
Her paranoia is well earned, after fighting in some of the bloodiest battles in Astheric history, one of which was the fall of Kath'ak -The last Dakkanic stand. In said battle, she expeienced the slaughter of many of her 'Living' Beloved Kin as they perished in the front lines under her command. At this time, the Dakkanic honours were only given to officers and upper ranks including Paladins, and thus those 'Alive' She loved died in open warfare. Unknown to many, Texousomene brought down the Astheric final stronghold by melting the metals in the Arches of iron, sending the majority of her city (Kath'ak) into a cascading mess of rock. Her last attempt to quell the invading forces, Unwittingly ripping the entire city into a pile of rubble, and it inhabbitants and invaders with it. The Dakkan climbed from the rubble After years of blindly scrabbleing around in the dark, traumatised by such a catastrophe, and how in her right mind she did it, Killing hundreds of thousands of wolves, Civilians and Soldiers, ally and foe alike.
Now the Iron Fae wanders her pitiful existence, outcasted by being undead and Dakkanic, With only a lapel full of Medals bolted to her Mithril armour, and a headfull of regrets.
THE STORY!!! (optional read)
Smoke lingered in the Halls of Kath'ak, the way murky water would lurk in a polluted murky lake, The assult of the foe was timely, Emerging from the smoke in ranks of wolves, eagerly trotting forward in ranks of bloodied fur. Their howls of triumph echoed around the seiged city as they raided, raped and killed as they pleased. Texousomene's armoured faceplate contorted in disgust as she surveyed the scene before her, the city she lived in, so close to ruin it was hardly beleiveable anymore.
Her eyes narrowed at the row of wolves fast approaching in rank, as if they were trying to hide their disorder. She hated every last one of them, and she was sure the ordered ranks of Kath'ak behind her felt the same way. Her tactical plotting was interrupted by Devestos as his authoritive voice rang out over the crackleing of burning buildings and roars.
"Are we to attack."
Texousomene studied her second general closely with the turn of her iron features before her confident awe inspiring voice rang out over the din; "Yes Officer, In a three way flanking position. Take Rendit the orders as of now. Attack at will."
Within moments of her voice relaying her order, the wolves behind the pair sifted into three groups, awaiting their generals to escourt them into position. Texousomene turned to the bloodied sooty survivors of her once beloved leigion and stated clearly a small moral effort.
"Each one of us is outnumbered four to one, and we havent counted reserves. Kath'ak needs us this day, or it shall be her last, are we clear?!"
A tide of bellows and roars wafted over the General causing her pallid soot stained face to smile.
"Yes Sireess!"
"And each of us is going to pull our weight, Mor'Kheth has tested us this day with insumniable odds, Let us see how we fare! Now go, Show these wretched cur's what fighting tooth and claw is about!"
The Dakkans female voice roared over the din, accompanied by her visage turned to her troops engulfed in flame, a demonic sight, nearly awe inspiring but definately so after her words. Those very words coated in Certainity truly beleiving that they were to win and lifting the heart of many an Astheric wolf.
With the flick of her iron grey tail she turned, leading her retinue in for their stage of the three way pincer movement. She trotted purposely to her allocated ambush point, listening to the screams of Astheric litters and fae's. The more her paws would care to tread in this burning ruin, the more her eyes would narrow with determination, she would stop this invasion once and for all. She reached the burning building they would lash the enemy from, and her narrowed eyes widened in shock. Rendit was already engaging the enemy, roughly half of his canines lay dead on the floor, and barely a chink in the Kal Borr'ugh line. If she ordered her attack now, she could save him and his soldiers, But they could be cut down also. Where was Devestos?!
She was faced with a grim conundrum in that split second of thought before she saw her officer fall to a neck bite, tearing his throat out in a lethal movement as his gurgled scream seemed to blot out every other sound in the vacinity. Texousomene watched this, how could she have ordered them to attack at will? Her stupid decision only hampered them moreso. A gleam of Dakkanite armour loomed across the city cavern in the burning civilisation.
"Devestos."
A howl erupted from her lungs as she charged forward, stunning the remaining attackers now finishing off the rest of Rendits men. after several seconds they charged At texousomenes forces, leaving rendit's squads momentarrily forgotten. The dozen or so wolves of Rendits squad took it upon themselves to leap from the back and attack the enemy wolves. as at the front, two tides of canine slammed into eachother with yelps and screams of anger and agony. Tex's armour rebounded the first of her attackers, the weight of the fel iron so sheer the first enemy wolf snapped his neck with whiplash and died silently in a broken heap. A claw tore into her right eye and her jaws found purchase on a paw, ripping the muscle from the bone and causing the woulded wolf to cascade to the ground.
A downward leap tossed a wolf over her shoulder to the eager wolves behind as her soldiers tore into the screaming enemy wolf and her jaw found purchase on a wolf's muzzle, dislocating the canines face before a bladelike claw lashed out across his throat. A hammerlike blow landed on her face, denting her armour and Texousomene saw black for a split second, as she blindly bit left and right in order to kill her attacker, she was rewarded by a peircing howl of agony as her vision returned and she hopped to her feet to resume the barbaric carnage.
A stampede rumbled over the roars and finally Devestos's men had reached them, slamming into the rear of the attacking forces and running through them biting and pouncing as if some sort of derranged cavalry. The charge was cut short as wolves realised said attack and halted it with a brick wall of canine mass, slamming them to the floor and killing them with finishing blows. The scene unfurled in slow motion as her plan burned to ashes, she resumed the carnage. Every kill she made, two wolves seemed to take their place, every slash she made, another of her wolves would die in return. But what could she do?
Her diallemma gave her a moment of clarity as she ducked a sweeping paw and plunged an iron one into the chest cavity of her attacker. Her plan was cascading down on her in ruin. Wait that was it! Her jaw latched to an enemy wolf and ripped his throat open as she glanced upard for some sort of structural flaw. She was rewarded by a view of iron support beams, and a blow to the head, slamming her downward to her stomach as more blows fell upon her from several wolves, keen to kill a Dakkan.
Her entire body lit up in a visage of fire, her pyrokenetic magic rising to the fore scorching the wolves around her friend and foe alike. she had a split decision to make in miliseconds before the tide of enemy wolves swept over her once more. She gave a harsh inhale and looked upwards, fixxing her aim. She spat a globule of her own iron armour, forcing it to combust with all her energy into a metal magma, and willed it through the air at the beam. Nothing. A loud groan rewarded her efforts but it didnt fall. More wolves continued to pound her now weak form as she screamed in agony in a flare of fire. Drowning out the evergrowing creaking of the iron support.
-CRACK!-
The mountain city gave way ontop of them all peice by peice. They all realised what was happening as chunks of rock began to break away from the ceiling upon them all, then boulders, then what seemed the entire mountain in a rumble of rock and iron. Then Blackness.
Texousomene had Commited two genocides, two entire civilisations dead and burried under tonnes of rubble, crushed to death under the mamothic weight of the mountain. The only sound now, was the groaning of the Dakkan in pain as her body began to regenerate over the course of hours, and her feeble paws clawwed at the rubble in the darkness of a way out. It would take her years to tear her way out of the mountain, with no bearing, save for up and down caused by gravity...
Nicknames: Tex, Texxie, Fel Iron Fae.
Gender: Female
Race: Wolf
Sub Race: Demon wolf /Undead
Breed Dakkan
Pack: Maledetto
Rank: Advisor / Bodyguard / Consigliere
Age: Unknown
Nature: Aggressive / Paranoid.
Appearence:
An outcasted Dakkan from the Astheric age, one of three of the origional Dakkans. Texousomene stands at a tall 4"7, due to her Astheric characteristics.
Her origional body has long turned to dust, through neglect, However, her Fel iron body Sparkles as if made by mithril. Her armour is smaller, more slender than the male Dakkans of shinkou with curves as if wrought by a sculptor not a magic blacksmith. A pair of gemlike ruby eyes loom out from her sculpted face, generally sparkleing against the contours of her wolfish metal face. Despite this, The fae has a rather off putting twitch, caused by years of demolition and buildings crashing down on her, and the spoil of war.
Nature & personality:
Texousomene is generally a timid wolf, wracked with paranoia however determined in the right situation, when presented with a goal or target. She excells in outnumbering odds, however her skills in 1-1 matial arts are mediocre. Her speciality is the destruction of objects and/or structures with her pyrokenetic powers. Once Texousomene is determined, the equivalent of stopping her would to be standing on a freight railway with the intention to halt a freight train with your paws. She has an almost infamous tendancy to put off everything untill she has completed a task, In extreme cases going to war and not even bathing away the blood and dirt she had gathered on her fur until the conflict was over.
Magic:
Fire.
Spells:
Texousomene is a Pyromaniac by nature and thus enjoys her spells to their fullest extent.
(1)Ignite:
Her magic spirit works in time with her body, causing it to vibrate with friction and heat up, combusting the fae from head to tail in flame. This ability can be directed in parts of her metal body, to do such things like exhale flame.
(2)Flashbang:
Very much like the previous spell, But faster, causing a miniscule explosion of intense light and noise, generally used in an attempt to stun and/or disorentate foes.
(3)Magmasnort:
The Fel Iron Fae knows the limits of Dakkan regeneration, but will disregard them anyway. She will heat up a section of her internal metal organs, and spit the moltern metal from her trachea, allthough this move tends to inflict pain, as after all it is self mutilation.
(4)Smokescreen:
Tex has been known to combust molecules in the air in a harmless burst of flame, over so fast it does no damage to anything other than gasses, however it creates a smog untill the wind blows it away.
Skills: Texousomene can asses an object or structure, and find its critical points. She is also Talented with Seigeing and raids, An excellent tactition, with a sence of good timing. With brilliant outnumbering combat skills, allthough 1-1 duels are not her fortei due to her martial art style.
History/ Bio:
Texousomene grew up in a respected wolven family In the Astheric Revolution, being sought after by many a sire. Such was her unwanting pampering, it turned her into a sort of tomboy, rebbelling against the nobels and parents alike. She joined Kath'aks army as if to rebel to her future heratage and ended up excelling through the ranks like a pouring tap through tissue, whether due to her good looks or ability, Many a historian would debate, if Asthera had left survivors to make historians. After several years, she earned the privalage of Dakkanic right. (To be encased in armour and made semi-eternal) She eagerly accepted the position, and has lived on. Thought her once beautiful body is now dust, replaced by Metallic armour with similar beautiful features, But nothing in comparison to the Fae she once was.
Her paranoia is well earned, after fighting in some of the bloodiest battles in Astheric history, one of which was the fall of Kath'ak -The last Dakkanic stand. In said battle, she expeienced the slaughter of many of her 'Living' Beloved Kin as they perished in the front lines under her command. At this time, the Dakkanic honours were only given to officers and upper ranks including Paladins, and thus those 'Alive' She loved died in open warfare. Unknown to many, Texousomene brought down the Astheric final stronghold by melting the metals in the Arches of iron, sending the majority of her city (Kath'ak) into a cascading mess of rock. Her last attempt to quell the invading forces, Unwittingly ripping the entire city into a pile of rubble, and it inhabbitants and invaders with it. The Dakkan climbed from the rubble After years of blindly scrabbleing around in the dark, traumatised by such a catastrophe, and how in her right mind she did it, Killing hundreds of thousands of wolves, Civilians and Soldiers, ally and foe alike.
Now the Iron Fae wanders her pitiful existence, outcasted by being undead and Dakkanic, With only a lapel full of Medals bolted to her Mithril armour, and a headfull of regrets.
THE STORY!!! (optional read)
Smoke lingered in the Halls of Kath'ak, the way murky water would lurk in a polluted murky lake, The assult of the foe was timely, Emerging from the smoke in ranks of wolves, eagerly trotting forward in ranks of bloodied fur. Their howls of triumph echoed around the seiged city as they raided, raped and killed as they pleased. Texousomene's armoured faceplate contorted in disgust as she surveyed the scene before her, the city she lived in, so close to ruin it was hardly beleiveable anymore.
Her eyes narrowed at the row of wolves fast approaching in rank, as if they were trying to hide their disorder. She hated every last one of them, and she was sure the ordered ranks of Kath'ak behind her felt the same way. Her tactical plotting was interrupted by Devestos as his authoritive voice rang out over the crackleing of burning buildings and roars.
"Are we to attack."
Texousomene studied her second general closely with the turn of her iron features before her confident awe inspiring voice rang out over the din; "Yes Officer, In a three way flanking position. Take Rendit the orders as of now. Attack at will."
Within moments of her voice relaying her order, the wolves behind the pair sifted into three groups, awaiting their generals to escourt them into position. Texousomene turned to the bloodied sooty survivors of her once beloved leigion and stated clearly a small moral effort.
"Each one of us is outnumbered four to one, and we havent counted reserves. Kath'ak needs us this day, or it shall be her last, are we clear?!"
A tide of bellows and roars wafted over the General causing her pallid soot stained face to smile.
"Yes Sireess!"
"And each of us is going to pull our weight, Mor'Kheth has tested us this day with insumniable odds, Let us see how we fare! Now go, Show these wretched cur's what fighting tooth and claw is about!"
The Dakkans female voice roared over the din, accompanied by her visage turned to her troops engulfed in flame, a demonic sight, nearly awe inspiring but definately so after her words. Those very words coated in Certainity truly beleiving that they were to win and lifting the heart of many an Astheric wolf.
With the flick of her iron grey tail she turned, leading her retinue in for their stage of the three way pincer movement. She trotted purposely to her allocated ambush point, listening to the screams of Astheric litters and fae's. The more her paws would care to tread in this burning ruin, the more her eyes would narrow with determination, she would stop this invasion once and for all. She reached the burning building they would lash the enemy from, and her narrowed eyes widened in shock. Rendit was already engaging the enemy, roughly half of his canines lay dead on the floor, and barely a chink in the Kal Borr'ugh line. If she ordered her attack now, she could save him and his soldiers, But they could be cut down also. Where was Devestos?!
She was faced with a grim conundrum in that split second of thought before she saw her officer fall to a neck bite, tearing his throat out in a lethal movement as his gurgled scream seemed to blot out every other sound in the vacinity. Texousomene watched this, how could she have ordered them to attack at will? Her stupid decision only hampered them moreso. A gleam of Dakkanite armour loomed across the city cavern in the burning civilisation.
"Devestos."
A howl erupted from her lungs as she charged forward, stunning the remaining attackers now finishing off the rest of Rendits men. after several seconds they charged At texousomenes forces, leaving rendit's squads momentarrily forgotten. The dozen or so wolves of Rendits squad took it upon themselves to leap from the back and attack the enemy wolves. as at the front, two tides of canine slammed into eachother with yelps and screams of anger and agony. Tex's armour rebounded the first of her attackers, the weight of the fel iron so sheer the first enemy wolf snapped his neck with whiplash and died silently in a broken heap. A claw tore into her right eye and her jaws found purchase on a paw, ripping the muscle from the bone and causing the woulded wolf to cascade to the ground.
A downward leap tossed a wolf over her shoulder to the eager wolves behind as her soldiers tore into the screaming enemy wolf and her jaw found purchase on a wolf's muzzle, dislocating the canines face before a bladelike claw lashed out across his throat. A hammerlike blow landed on her face, denting her armour and Texousomene saw black for a split second, as she blindly bit left and right in order to kill her attacker, she was rewarded by a peircing howl of agony as her vision returned and she hopped to her feet to resume the barbaric carnage.
A stampede rumbled over the roars and finally Devestos's men had reached them, slamming into the rear of the attacking forces and running through them biting and pouncing as if some sort of derranged cavalry. The charge was cut short as wolves realised said attack and halted it with a brick wall of canine mass, slamming them to the floor and killing them with finishing blows. The scene unfurled in slow motion as her plan burned to ashes, she resumed the carnage. Every kill she made, two wolves seemed to take their place, every slash she made, another of her wolves would die in return. But what could she do?
Her diallemma gave her a moment of clarity as she ducked a sweeping paw and plunged an iron one into the chest cavity of her attacker. Her plan was cascading down on her in ruin. Wait that was it! Her jaw latched to an enemy wolf and ripped his throat open as she glanced upard for some sort of structural flaw. She was rewarded by a view of iron support beams, and a blow to the head, slamming her downward to her stomach as more blows fell upon her from several wolves, keen to kill a Dakkan.
Her entire body lit up in a visage of fire, her pyrokenetic magic rising to the fore scorching the wolves around her friend and foe alike. she had a split decision to make in miliseconds before the tide of enemy wolves swept over her once more. She gave a harsh inhale and looked upwards, fixxing her aim. She spat a globule of her own iron armour, forcing it to combust with all her energy into a metal magma, and willed it through the air at the beam. Nothing. A loud groan rewarded her efforts but it didnt fall. More wolves continued to pound her now weak form as she screamed in agony in a flare of fire. Drowning out the evergrowing creaking of the iron support.
-CRACK!-
The mountain city gave way ontop of them all peice by peice. They all realised what was happening as chunks of rock began to break away from the ceiling upon them all, then boulders, then what seemed the entire mountain in a rumble of rock and iron. Then Blackness.
Texousomene had Commited two genocides, two entire civilisations dead and burried under tonnes of rubble, crushed to death under the mamothic weight of the mountain. The only sound now, was the groaning of the Dakkan in pain as her body began to regenerate over the course of hours, and her feeble paws clawwed at the rubble in the darkness of a way out. It would take her years to tear her way out of the mountain, with no bearing, save for up and down caused by gravity...
