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Character Name: Capricorn Alternate Identities: Sean Quillan, Drynnan Illar Player Name: NPC |
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| APPEARANCE | |||||
| Hair Color: | Auburn | ||||
| Eye Color: | Green | ||||
| Height: | 5' 7" | ||||
| Weight: | 170 lbs | ||||
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| As Sean Quillan, Capricorn is a handsome man of about thirty with green eyes and auburn hair, a goatee and slightly pointed ears, though not so pointed as to be remarked upon. He is always emmaculately dressed in expensive and well-tailored clothes whether formal or casual. | |||||
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The world came to being with the thought of the great Dragons. The Trinity of Bethany, Tsarsaidor and Noxaroth created the Universe without thought of the life that would come and under the Eye of Galileo, the Oldest of Dragons, he who was before all else. Around an insignificant star in an insignificant galaxy, a world came into being proving to no one the truth of Chaos Theory. For a few billion years the world boiled up its heart stone and slowly cooled until something in the solar atmosphere became attracted to this particular chunk of rock, the molecules of oxygen and nitrogen and hydrogen. Two combined and the new planet felt the first drops of rain, it turned into a deluge. For several million years the world flooded, the heated heart melding with the water to cool the earth into fantastic shapes. Valleys formed, mountains were thrown up by titanic convulsions, and rivers flowed into the rifts and became lakes, then seas and finally oceans. Galileo watched all and waited, knowledge of the future his to read. Tsarsaidor’s attention was drawn by the Oldest’s gaze and he walked the Earth. So great was his magic that where ere he stepped a bit of his power leeched into the rock and so great his stride that each step was far placed. From this touch life began and Galileo, in his Realm, one day to be called Cinnabar, knew all the Universe was changed. The history of this planet was long in modern terms but at last a time came when the life there evolved into creatures with the power of thought. Since they had come from the Magic of a Great Dragon, each was of that Magic. Each came to multiply and the Magic worked still. Elves and Demons grew to power, each in their own place and each in accord with the Neutrality of Tsarsaidor. Elves where the Good, Demon the Evil and there was Balance. For the Dwarves under the Earth grew the Orcs to challenge and again there was Balance. Each Evil grew a Good, each Good an Evil and so it was as the world ripened. Not all came from the Dragon. Science was not to be out done and played its own trick on this planet and placed in a single race both Good and Evil. Man came late into the world and like a plague covered the earth with its own, taking without thought of the Elder Races. Man raped and pillaged and grew jealous of the powers of the Elders they having no grasp of the Dragon’s Magic. Instead, they created machines, science became their Magic and Galileo saw his visions come to pass. Now is come the End of Legends for Man has become all pervasive, covering even the inhospitable lands heretofore only entered by Magical beings. Greedy for that which they will never have, Man has begun to destroy the Elder races, not with outright war but with prejudice and fear. They hunt the ‘beasts’ of the wilderness, the Unicorn, the Pegasus, the Merfolk and even the very kin of the Trinity, the Dragons. To this world come the Last King and Queen of the Days of Legend. Called Oberon and Titania, names history will record in human terms only in plays and fantasy books, they seek to lead the few Creatures of Legend to safety through a passage on the great Road. Into the world has been sent the emissaries of the King and Queen tasked with finding the last of the Legend and bringing them before the Royal Couple. Titania did look upon a simple faun, a satyr called Drynnan, and smiled for it was he she had sought with all of her powers. The King Oberon gave to this faun a mission to lead from the world of Man a small group of disparate creature he knew had a destiny to fulfill. In their route was a Great Treasure that would be the salvation of all of the Elder, the Stones of Life. Drynnan took only his pipes and held in the arms of the King himself, flew across a Great Sea to the bank of a river flowing through a human city. Oberon gave to the faun a Gift of the Fireoak and left him with his task secretly knowing he would succeed. Now Drynnan must find those whom he will save and hope that he finds all that are needed. Drynnan reclined against the bole of a great tree and dozed in the warmth of he sun, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. The dream had come to him once more and broken his heart anew. With a shiver he awoke and for a split second saw the face of Titania smiling down at him, her long black hair framing the delicate elven face. Her green eyes seemed to hold a secret promise but it vanish ere his waking mind grasped it. Rubbing his eyes he found the wetness and scowled. It would never do to wallow in despair. he cursed himself then the King and Queen though in his heart he knew he did not mean it. Leaning forward, his legs folded small hooves beneath his thighs, he brought the pipes to his lips and began to play. Around him came the faun and nymph, the unicorns and dragons, and at last, the elves lead by the King and Queen. For nearly an hour the music raced and slowed, grew loud and quiet as the scene moved about the satyr until at last he stopped and all faded. Tucking away the pipes into a cloth drawstring bag at his hip, Drynnan came to his feet, shook himself as if a dog coming in from the rain, and slowly walks into the shadows beneath the forest. So long ago Oberon had set his hooves on the path he still followed. Over three thousand years. So much of this world of humans he had seen and witnessed as it grew. He had fulfilled the task given so long ago but had not been able to follow his brethren. He fingered the scar just above his left breast. It was no ones blame he had been given up as dead, he himself would have done the same if he had been his companions. The humans had come upon them as the King had opened the Gate and Drynnan had held rear guard. When he fell, the Gate closed and the last thing he saw was the face of Titania, her eyes filled with tears but hardened with the resolve to leave him. Drynnan could not hate her, never that, for even after all this time, he loved her. The humans had not bothered to bury the 'dead' satyr and Drynnan awoke to the brilliance of a winter sun with a light snow falling. The wound ached but when he touched the sight he found it healed. He did not puzzled as to why he was not dead but something had change within him. There was a new feeling of power he did not yet comprehend. Perhaps this healed wound was a manifestation of this power. He scowled and looked around. He was not were he had fallen. Though the snow was right, the mountains were not. Coming to his feet he slow turned a circle taking in his surroundings. Blue water in the distance fixed his gaze. There had been no open water in the lands he'd traveled for months. Clearly he was very far from the King's Gate. With a sigh he set out for the water and the hope of something to eat. |
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| POWERS/TACTICS | |||||
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It is rare for Capricorn to actually get into a physical fight preferring instead to defuse the situation with some trick of the pipes. As noted in the Powers section, his favorite spell involves the Pagan Dance Fest during which everyone within the area will start dancing with another person that appears to them as their Perfect Partner. It also increases their own dancing skills and enmeshes them in an illusion of a Pagan Dance Festival. Very effective for controlling large crowds. Drynnan will continue to play this tune for as long as he needs to. Other songs he uses include the Animosity spell that causes two people of his choice to begin fighting, or two people of his choice to begin having sex on the spot. He can spell a single target into being his friend, or lover, cast a spell that makes the entire Zodiac Invisible, and cause people just to stand around doing nothing. When needed, however, Drynnan is an excellent fencer and loves a good sword fight. He wields the traditional rapier/main gauche combo with each blade specially toughened for work against enhanced persons. In combination with his fencing is his uncanny ability to find the 'soft spot' on an opponent making him deadly to even a well-armored foe. |
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| PERSONALITY/MOTIVATION | |||||
| Sean Quinlan is a bestselling fantasy author who has become a well known club performer in the Bay Area. Considered a true bard he is very popular wherever he performs. He always travels in a white Caddy limo with three to six beautiful women. | |||||
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Created: Mon, 9 Sep 2019 11:04:40
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