Post by Xaphan on May 25, 2005 21:42:11 GMT -5
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His breath would come in rigid gasps, his eyes bloodshot with fury. The tattered rags that hung upon his body moving with the wind. Sweat gleamed from his bare chest, muscles bulging from his skin. From first glance, he would seem a drifter, from second a crazed lunatic. Then finally, the realization that he was neither would hit hard upon the being stupid enough to judge him. He was of the Demon Celestial Tribe. Though demons was what he called them. Beings of such power that the very earth could be commanded by them. Xaphan was proof of this, for the earth itself was forcing Geothermal energy into his body. This energy was healing the wound upon his chest, a wound inflicted only days ago. And yet, it was almost healed. "Wretched child from a bitch's womb." He muttered.
His face straining with every breath. Of course, he was cursing the one who inflicted such a wound upon him. His cousin, Girin Vethas. A light celestial no less, a self-conceited being. Though Xaphan did take note that his power was nothing far from great. The ability to manipulate phosphorescent light, till it was at such temperature it would burst one's internal organs. "Overpowered fool." He growled, his brows knotting in anger. Sweat dripping from his bloody, as if to mimic the thick blood that did the same. His lips would arch into a smile, as he came to his destination. A bubbling pool in the middle of the path. A steamy aroma raising from it's tendril like whiffs, much like the smoke of a fire that had just been put out.
To his knees he would fall, a prayer to the earth on the edge of his lips. Cupping his fingers, he would dip his hands within the seemingly warm water, though it was as chilled as ice. Now bringing the water to his lips, he would drink. "Ambrosia of the Gods!" He shouted, his grin widening. The thought of going for another drink crossed his mind, though quickly banished. "Surly such an act wouldn't be allowed." He whispered, as if he were a marionette pulled by it's strings, he stood. His arms hanging limp beside his body. The wound on his chest closing more quickly than before. Indeed, the water he had partaken of was the healing waters of Hermes. A secret fountain said to only be obtainable by the gods. Or by one who could read the earth as if it were a map.
Xaphan's grin would dissipate his body pivoting. Again, the soft thud would be emitted by his worn leather soles. Back to the grounds of which he came.
Now as for my misc. info.
Name: Xaphan Vethas.
Yahoo: relapse_of_reality
Height: Unknown, he slouches -shrug-
Weight: Depends
Race: Celestial
Earth Manipulator - Disciple of the lie.
Now, I'm going to be a gent - and supply with this some information that needs to be known.
One would think that with Xaphan being a earth manipulator, that he is a geomancer. Well, technically he is. But, geomancy is a human term. Therefore has no reason to apply to him. He is a celestial - A mortal born with special skills and prowess. Don't be foold by his appearence, he isn't human. Mortal yes, human no.
Now, one would also think that geomancy is a magic based class. It isn't, indeed, Geomancers spread apart a metaphysical vein of energy that gives them the ability to connect spiritually with Gaia, or whatever they are manipulating.
Or at least that's how I phrase mine. Becuase, I do the same with my other celestials. I have multitudes of them, each one having a different ability. From phosphorescent light manipulation, to shadowmancy.So...yes I am a PCer. Don't call me a God-moder, in no way am I immortal. I can be killed, therefore god moding isn't an issue.
With that I rest my case. <3
His breath would come in rigid gasps, his eyes bloodshot with fury. The tattered rags that hung upon his body moving with the wind. Sweat gleamed from his bare chest, muscles bulging from his skin. From first glance, he would seem a drifter, from second a crazed lunatic. Then finally, the realization that he was neither would hit hard upon the being stupid enough to judge him. He was of the Demon Celestial Tribe. Though demons was what he called them. Beings of such power that the very earth could be commanded by them. Xaphan was proof of this, for the earth itself was forcing Geothermal energy into his body. This energy was healing the wound upon his chest, a wound inflicted only days ago. And yet, it was almost healed. "Wretched child from a bitch's womb." He muttered.
His face straining with every breath. Of course, he was cursing the one who inflicted such a wound upon him. His cousin, Girin Vethas. A light celestial no less, a self-conceited being. Though Xaphan did take note that his power was nothing far from great. The ability to manipulate phosphorescent light, till it was at such temperature it would burst one's internal organs. "Overpowered fool." He growled, his brows knotting in anger. Sweat dripping from his bloody, as if to mimic the thick blood that did the same. His lips would arch into a smile, as he came to his destination. A bubbling pool in the middle of the path. A steamy aroma raising from it's tendril like whiffs, much like the smoke of a fire that had just been put out.
To his knees he would fall, a prayer to the earth on the edge of his lips. Cupping his fingers, he would dip his hands within the seemingly warm water, though it was as chilled as ice. Now bringing the water to his lips, he would drink. "Ambrosia of the Gods!" He shouted, his grin widening. The thought of going for another drink crossed his mind, though quickly banished. "Surly such an act wouldn't be allowed." He whispered, as if he were a marionette pulled by it's strings, he stood. His arms hanging limp beside his body. The wound on his chest closing more quickly than before. Indeed, the water he had partaken of was the healing waters of Hermes. A secret fountain said to only be obtainable by the gods. Or by one who could read the earth as if it were a map.
Xaphan's grin would dissipate his body pivoting. Again, the soft thud would be emitted by his worn leather soles. Back to the grounds of which he came.
Now as for my misc. info.
Name: Xaphan Vethas.
Yahoo: relapse_of_reality
Height: Unknown, he slouches -shrug-
Weight: Depends
Race: Celestial
Earth Manipulator - Disciple of the lie.
Now, I'm going to be a gent - and supply with this some information that needs to be known.
One would think that with Xaphan being a earth manipulator, that he is a geomancer. Well, technically he is. But, geomancy is a human term. Therefore has no reason to apply to him. He is a celestial - A mortal born with special skills and prowess. Don't be foold by his appearence, he isn't human. Mortal yes, human no.
Now, one would also think that geomancy is a magic based class. It isn't, indeed, Geomancers spread apart a metaphysical vein of energy that gives them the ability to connect spiritually with Gaia, or whatever they are manipulating.
Or at least that's how I phrase mine. Becuase, I do the same with my other celestials. I have multitudes of them, each one having a different ability. From phosphorescent light manipulation, to shadowmancy.So...yes I am a PCer. Don't call me a God-moder, in no way am I immortal. I can be killed, therefore god moding isn't an issue.
With that I rest my case. <3
