Character Name: Sliph Umbrear
Age: Ancient, older than the Marid Homeworld's star.
Gender: Male
Race: Phoenix Sage
Appearance: Sliph has inky onyx and emerald green plumage and talons. His eyes are two-toned mix of gold and emerald green. His hair is a stark contracting white.
Alliance: Himself
Personality (one paragraph minimum):This eccentric Phoenix Sage has a rather detached personality. His only care in the world is observing his experiments, maintaining current ones, and dissecting anyone who interests him enough. Science and magic to Sliph are mere tools to express what he views as "Possibility" and for him to deny possibility is almost a sin. He enjoys anything that even remotely intrigues him, and has a tendency to go through with an idea that comes into his head, regardless of its affect on his personal safety.
The lifetime of a Phoenix Saga has not had much an impact on Sliph's personality. He still has that childlike calmness to dealing with everything in the world. To him, even entertainment is an experiment to hold and dissect metaphorically. He follows his gut to such an extent that he rarely bothers to process things logically, he is just looking to give life to that next, "possibility."
Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc): Perfect Weapon: Creation. Scrolls. Erebus Cross.
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.): 6
- Magic Level: 6
- Physical Strength: 6
Character's History (Minimum 3 Paragraphs): Sliph was born to two Phoenix Sages whose names have been lost to time. However, whatever the circumstance Sliph's egg found itself drifting in the void of space near a proto-star nebula. When it came time to hatch, Sliph was confused of just what and who he was. For a long time he just drifted in his true form, admiring the proto-star.
Until on a whim, he tried to analyzed the powers he felt inside his body, with instinct alone he teleported to a strange world. Everything one it was out to kill him. The beast of this world injured him many times, even in humanoid form, restlessly he was fascinated with these vicious creatures, tearing apart their bodies in attempt to understand what made them tick.
For a long time he lived on this world, living through a couple extinction events Sliph left the world bored of it. For a time he let his instincts guide him to new worlds, only spending maybe a decade or two on each on. Dissecting and cataloging its creatures and inhabitants. Before this world two bored him.
On chance alone he came across another Phoenix Sage on one of these worlds, this Phoenix Sage for a time instructed him on what he actually was, and instilled the finer points of magic in his head. But boredom sunk in, and he tried to dissect his fellow Phoenix Sage, obviously this put some complication on their time together and had to part ways.
Then, after another long millennia an idea came into his head. He looker tirelessly for the proto-star nebula of his birth. Only to find it was not a start, with a number of planets orbiting it. Sliph took this as a sign, and from all he had learned about the workings of life, began creating new and strange manners of life on a small rocky planet.
One of these life forms would later be called "Marid." However, that is not the only race of sentient being that are the result of his experiments. For most of history, Sliph has observed and modified his experiments. The entire ecosystem of a small rocky planet was his own.
Until the power of an unstable experimental spell cause this rocky planet fold to a close orbit of its star. In reaction to this Sliph created magically, what is know a gaseous giant as protective shield of a now dement rocky planet. The Marid and other Djinn sub-races being the only thing left active on the gaseous giant, being able to survive in the high-pressure environment.
For a long era, Sliph has slept in the magical stasis that he created to protect the body of his experimental work. The world that now lies at the center of an artificial gas giant. Will the sleeping madman wake?
He was woken by an Anrufe attack. Since then he has been on a spree of spreading his wings, these wings are that his magic, his experiments, and guiding his creations. This lead to a number of battles, and a couple of dissections. However, the most interesting is that is now not just a father of an entire biosphere, he is an actual father. His Daughter has had a noticeable effect on him, and has made him more amiable to children, and has revealed a softer side of this madman.
Even then however, her mother, and his lover has helped him freely express his darker urges, as a negi why would she not be able to do this? However, on one of his many much needed breaks from his lover’s insatiable needs, he meet her other half, Hikaru something this women said trigger a spell that his parent put over him long ago, revealing to him much about where he came from, and why he was born in the void of space.
After a couple eons in stasis he needed to metaphorically stretch his wings, allowing him to get back into the swing of his magic and abilities. Now that this is done, it reflects by him being a lv 6.
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."
