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Character Name: Uld-Vah-kesst (multiple Djinn)
Age: Eons
Gender: none
Race: Marid (Caliph[1), Ghoul (1), Afreet (20)
Appearance: A jeweled blade (http://www.perfectjewels.net/inventory/VFP-MM203ahsword.jpg)
Alliance:Sliph and Wayword Marid.
Personality (one paragraph minimum): Caliph is a relatively young Marid, so he is both brash and reckless with a touch of suicidal overconfidence. The counter to this, is that Caliph is also calm and collected in his thinking. His actions normally speak volumes of insanity, however there is always an chain of logic to his actions. Caliph principle obsession is dissection, both mentally and physically, the inner workings of other species fascinate him. With a cruel streak for those that are not Marid, he has no sense of ethics in regards to other species and races, almost as if he thinks they?re his playthings.
However, for his fellow Marid he hold an almost fanatical respect for, and is willing to go to great lengths to ensure their survival. This trait of loyalty to his fellow Marid helps him in his duties. He has a number of occasion melted this trait into a single sense of actions. His loyalty to the Marid, his tendency to absurd actions, and calm strategic planning coming together into one directive of choices.
the other Djinn in the blade have perfected the art of mimicing Sliph's persona, and help Caliph do so when needed.
Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc):Weapon one: A weaponized scalpel
Weapon two. A four part composite bow that uses Holy fire to hold all the part together and acts as its ammunition
Combat Level (Average of magic level and physical strength. If you don't know what to do here, don't fill it out and the staff will help you.):
- Magic Level: 4 each one, 5 in concert. So, 5.
- Physical Strength: can range from 1-6 depending on avalible water.
Character's History: The Djinn speices created by Sliph in the first days of his system were used mainly for experiments, one such experiment pruduced this blade, with one of the two noble Djinn races, and many of the lesser race, this blade when its tenets worked together could act as Sliph, even perfectly imitate his magical signature. Addtionally, the Afreet could store a large amount of speical fires in each, Holy Fire... and more.
Uld, the Marid that use to inhabit this blade, was killed in a follow up experiment when Sliph tried to fully fuse them into the blade. Vah is the name of the many afreet that make up the blades jewels, and Kesst is the name of the Ghoul whom is part of the blade. Uld is the other one to have died in this experiment. The ability to mimic him was not seen as something very useful, so he allowed it to take up residents ina vally of the homeworld, living in secultion, without its Marid jewel.
Eons later, Sliph has found the candidate for replaces the potion as the marid of Uld-Vah-Kesst.
Caliph, learder of the Wayword Marid. In the eight years that past since finding themselves lost and near stranded on Autumvania, The Wayword have chosen to again revern old tales of their creator, and have again began praying to that creator. Even if his existence was steeped in mythilogical past. Sliph will make Caliph the new AMrid and retore the ability of Uld-Vah-Kesst, to unleash him upon the planes.
RP Sample (Depending On Combat Level): The rain dripped in somber silence, the marshy mud made the stark contrast between the forest and the fields of oil drills that dotted the forest stark. Not a single person had worked these decaying relics of a voracious greed that touched this forest in near cancerous machinery. A young man walked quietly, a certain mischievousness permeated his every step. He was here merely to see what scraps he could find in the abandoned infrastructure, there was rent to pay.
Step by step the young man approached his goal, a spring in his step, he knew if he found the right parts he could work on his music without worry for money for a couple years. Maybe a ramen noodle budget, but still better than not having the time to focus on his talent. The guitar strapped to his back was the only supplies he allowed himself on this expedition. Slicking in the mud, a slide to every step, something stopped the young man in tracks. A pool of crude oil, bubbling up from the depths.
For a moment the young man chuckled, maybe they abandoned the drills too soon. Knelling for a better look. Thoughts of black gold seemed into his mind, and gaining that lack of need or want that had stalled his musical focus so many times. Yet, a pair of healthy smooth arms wrapped around the young man. He could feel a warmth from the unexpected embrace. The hands dipped into the bubbling pool, gently cupping the slick liquid.
"Do you hear it?" a solemn voice questions with mother-like softness. The young man leaned back into the embrace, unsure of why he felt so at ease. As the feminine voice?s question seeped into his mind, unsure of what to make of it. They're screaming, my children from long ago. The wish to not be disturbed, was not granted? sorry? the apology carried a certain heart break, that the tone cannot be expressed in words
The young man's heart raced and mind buzzed. He thought whoever owned that sweet voice was completely nuts. There wasn't a single thought but escape as he violently ripped from the embrace, turning around in a manic spin. What he saw, did not register in his brain it was just too impossible.
A small sampling grew rapidly, sprouting the strong arms that held the leaves in place, becoming a grand tree in mere moments. A young looking woman leaned on the continuously growing tree, a gentle smile gracing her face. The young man look on in shocked awe. As pomegranates grew into perfect ripeness from the tree's branches.
The women clad in simple earthly colored fabrics, gazed into the young man?s eye with an expression between nurturing love and bittersweet disappointment. As she took one of the plump pomegranates and with impossible skill, de-skinned and extracted the delicious fruit inside.
"My child, if you want to sing. Just sing, I will hear you. I have lead you here, and with time more will come." The women sighed with a embracing smile. "All you have to do, is harvest what I give you." Her gaze did not break contact with the young man's eyes.
The young man looked over the women in abject shock. "Harvest, What now?" he knee weak from the broad range of emotions he felt just gazing at the impossible sight. A part of him believed he was dreaming. The power of this moment was reverberating through his very being.
"This" as she tossed the small fruit covered seeds into the air, which multiplied and flew in a wondrous wind. Each seed sowing itself deep in the soil of the fields. Groves of pomegranate trees grew rapidity all over what was once oil fields. The ground itself being revitalized. The women herself giggled lightly, as she disappeared. Her final words to the young man echoed through the new trees leaves. "Grow here, as the trees have grown, rapidly and fruitfully."
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Approved
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Looks fine, approved.