Post by Bearach on Jan 8, 2014 22:56:02 GMT -5
Player: Josiah
Contact: PM me
Intentions: Hero/Mentor
Background
Name: Bearach
Race: Magical Beast
Species: Moon Dog
Age: 30
Tier: 3
Social
Place of Birth: Woods of Ruthenia
Allegiances: Their Pack. Weres. Loosely, the Resistance
Aspirations: Justice
Nicknames: Wolf of Blades
Titles: Shaman of the Weres
Relatives: Gustava, "his pack"
Mental
Personality: Quiet. Controlled. Bearach talks little, unless it's important. He manages to stay detached and courageous at least a fair bit more often than most, but isn't afraid to "let the wolf out" either. He knows there has to be a balance, and is good at not just finding that balance himself, but also helping others find it, too. Bearach has a strong sense of fairness that guides his actions, and so he considers himself honorable. Yet his sister, and people like her, have a tendency to annoy him - with all the grumpiness that entails.
Likes: His sister, moonlit nights, hunting, swordplay, honor, bringing a were to enlightenment
Dislikes: His sister acting out, bright days, reading, trying to be "undercover," dishonorable combat, the injustice of society
Physical
Appearance: Like many Ruthenian men, Bearach's human form has the appearance of a blue-eyed, white-skinned man. Unlike them, his short hair is a stark silver blond, and scruff comes in the same shade. Broad shouldered and built like the seasoned warrior he is, he stands around 6'4".
Natural Abilities: Bearach has the abilities of a well built man of his size, capable of lifting several hundred pounds without factoring in his magical abilities. He has the skill and dexterity of limb that comes from training, armed or unarmed, and has near perfect physical control.
Magical
Specializations:
- Tier 1: Light of the Full Moon (Mental), Proficiency 3.5. Bearach can project the mystic Light of the Full Moon from himself. He can harden this aura around himself as armor, channel it inward to take on the form of a silver werewolf himself, or help weres change with enlightened control.
- Tier 2: Fury of the Pack Alone (Physical), Proficiency 3.5. Bearach's physical form is boosted by his magical ability, channeling it into massive strength, super speed, and extreme toughness.
- Tier 3: Enhanced Senses (Mental), Proficiency 3.5. Bearach can channel his magical ability into his senses, enhancing them to prodigious levels of acuity.
Visual Display: Using the Light of the Full Moon is frequently associated with a silver light.
Special Abilities: Empathy, Insight, Enhanced Recovery 2, Familiar (Silver Fang)
Bonus Special Abilities: Enhanced Recovery, Humanoid Shapeshifting
Unique Abilities: As a Moon Dog of the Full Moon's Light, Bearach has a mystical sway over weres, able to order them around with hypnotic-like authority - and like hypnosis, is not irresistable.
Universal
Strengths: Bearach is a more than competent warrior, with his magical nature boosting his physical one, allowing him to challenge even magically superior foes. Even without, Bearach is a young master of the blade, and in "were form", is able to wield three blades simultaneously by holding one in his mouth. As a moon dog, he has an inborn connection to weres, understanding and connecting to them on a mental and emotional level that few others can relate. As part of a pack of weres, his ability to help them change and control themselves makes them all extremely efficient guerilla units.
Weaknesses: Bearach suffers from an overspecialization in many ways. "When all he has is a hammer," he wants to hit things. Obviously, not all problems can be solved by hitting them. Mentally, he has the same issue. Straightforward, Bearach may be well in tune with his beast side and nature in general, but he's lacking in education and battle tactics. Light of the Full Moon is also a very specialized form of light magic, and so lacks the ability to create illusions or project hard light constructs.
Inventory
Mundane: two blunt swords, two great swords, camping and survival gear
Magical:
Silver Fang. Material (Perpetual). A silvered daikatana with blue entwined grip. When a Light Mage flows their magic into the blade, it amplifies it and projects it as a blast wave.
Backpack of Holding. Written (Perpetual). The backpack's pockets are all several times larger on the inside, and whatever Bearach is looking for inside immediately comes to his grip.
Clothing. Written (Perpetual). His clothes have been stitched to grow with him instead of shredding when he embraces his werewolf form.
History
Born on the night of the winter solstice, under those celestial lights, the "moon dogs," Bearach was the first born son of a mortal wolf - yet born something more. His youngest sibling was like him, both of them blessed by the moon's rays. Stronger, faster, and with human-like intelligence, the pair of Moon Dogs spent a few years in the wilds with their family. When their family aged and died as mortal wolves do, the still young-and-healthy pair had finally grown up enough to realize it was time to move on.
The pair adventured out of their cozy familiar forest, and chanced upon a small settlement of human beings. The pair had encountered them once or twice before, and had always opted to avoid them before. That day was different though. That day, they were looking for companionship. Instinctive magic in their beings crafted them new forms - human looking forms. They just weren't human enough.
The inhumanity of their appearances was enough for the paranoid frontier's people to act upon. The pair didn't know what was going on, as they were dragged into town. They didn't speak Ruthenian. "Proper authorities" were "shoved aside" as an angry, maligned populous had viable targets at last. Things escalated quickly, but the wolf pretending to be human had only so much patience.
When the silvery white werewolf suddenly stood tall among the masses, slapping people aside like ragdolls, the mob was over. The the real fight began. Bearach grabbed his sister and ran, but the sheriff and his men had stopped sitting on their hands and started attacking them properly. Lightning bolts and bullets, Bearach found out, both hurt a /lot/.
The pair probably wouldn't have escaped, except for the timely intervention of an old woman. The three vanished before the authorities rounded the corner, leaving them on a merry goose chase while the three hid out in the witch's home instead. The woman pretended to be a simple herbalist for the town, but she was there for people like them.
The witch gave them shelter and clothing, and a much needed life lesson about the state of Ruthenia beyond their sheltered forest. The injustice of it all burned in Bearach's heart, and only the witch's "counsel" was able to stop him from going out and smashing the people responsible. Counsel, here, means physically forcing him to behave with the end of a cane.
"You want to teach them a lesson? You can't even beat an old woman. How about you learn a few lessons yourself first, before trying to be a teacher, hmm?"
It was sound logic, even if he was angry. The old woman had many things to teach them in fact, not least of which was how to mask their magical appearances from the paranoid masses. His sister was also quick to pick up magical instructions, Bearach learned the art of swordplay. The witch downplayed how skilled she was with the sword, to better spur the young warrior to greatness.
They stayed there for several years, without any real aim beyond learning. Their lessons even had them (reluctantly) getting to know the humans in the same settlement that had turned on them before. It was wondrous what the right accessories did for a person's disguise. And then the werebear showed up.
The were hunters had captured it in the woods, restraining it by magical means and dragging it into the center of town for a good bit of fun, before intending to turn it over to the government. A familiar looking mob formed again, who took to baiting the helpless (if rageful) beast. Twisted faces made a mockery of the last few years spent among them. It was one giant abomination, and Bearach didn't want anything to do with it.
And then it happened. Ava got involved, and did something to free the beast. It was a massacre. The monstrous white beast lashed out, smashing the people to pieces with each swing of its arms. The were hunters were caught off guard, and the ones who weren't crushed immediately, vanished to regroup. Bearach had no special love for humanity, and would have rather just left to let the beast make a crater of the entire city.
But then the crowd parted, and the child was just … standing there. Innocent.
Bearach moved faster than he ever had before. The werebear smashed at the small one, but his fist collided with a great silver wolfman instead. And he saw past the bear, to the faces of the terrified and the injured, and he had to wonder if … if there really was any justice, in letting the slaughter continue. Bearach held his ground against the larger threat, grappling it and forcing it back away from the child. The two monsters smashed through buildings, locked in combat, while the humans focused on survival.
The werebear was bigger, and should have been stronger than Bearach. He wasn't. The silver wolf threw the bear down, and then roared at him to stay down. And to both of their surprise … the bear did. Then he ordered the bear to calm down. And the bear did. He told the bear to think.
And the werebear looked at him with human intelligence behind eyes that lost their rage, and were replaced with sadness instead. Ava got them out to the forest, and all three of them had things to say to each other. Something about Bearach's unique magical nature allowed him to enlighten the rageful beast, giving him the control and intelligence he only knew in human form. But Bearach had always been in control - and he'd chosen to let deaths happen, without even knowing how "guilty" they really were. How many might have been as "guilty" as the child?
Bearach and his sister fought, angrily, over whether what she had done was the right course of action or not. A dozen or more were dead, as a direct result of Ava's involvement - involvement Bearach had been trying to avoid. That didn't sit right with Bearach, or the werebear, even if the end result had given the werebear, Adrian, his life back, in more ways then one. The argument didn't get them anywhere, but it was one more lesson they had to learn - a lesson that the witch couldn't teach them.
Bringing peace to that were was enlightenment to Bearach as well. He understood what they had to do, and what it meant to be a Moon Dog of the Full Moon's Light. They were going to make a new pack; not of wolves, but of weres. The three left early the next morning, as soon as they got Adrian a new set of clothes. The witch would have preferred to keep her "children" a bit longer, but she recognized it, too: they couldn't stay near that town anymore, after everything that had happened. A parting gift came in the form of an enchanted sword from the east, which they'd only seen her use once before in training.
Three became four, four became five, five became seven - they added to their numbers, saving what few weres they could before the government could do … whatever it did with people like them. Bearach quickly realized a position of spiritual guidance among the pack, and while he was a warrior, he wasn't a real leader, and definitely not a strategist. Adrian, as it happened, was ex-military. Bearach willingly accepted a secondary position of authority in the fledgling pack, and while the others did what they did best, Bearach gave the best thing he could.
Enlightenment.
Contact: PM me
Intentions: Hero/Mentor
Background
Name: Bearach
Race: Magical Beast
Species: Moon Dog
Age: 30
Tier: 3
Social
Place of Birth: Woods of Ruthenia
Allegiances: Their Pack. Weres. Loosely, the Resistance
Aspirations: Justice
Nicknames: Wolf of Blades
Titles: Shaman of the Weres
Relatives: Gustava, "his pack"
Mental
Personality: Quiet. Controlled. Bearach talks little, unless it's important. He manages to stay detached and courageous at least a fair bit more often than most, but isn't afraid to "let the wolf out" either. He knows there has to be a balance, and is good at not just finding that balance himself, but also helping others find it, too. Bearach has a strong sense of fairness that guides his actions, and so he considers himself honorable. Yet his sister, and people like her, have a tendency to annoy him - with all the grumpiness that entails.
Likes: His sister, moonlit nights, hunting, swordplay, honor, bringing a were to enlightenment
Dislikes: His sister acting out, bright days, reading, trying to be "undercover," dishonorable combat, the injustice of society
Physical
Appearance: Like many Ruthenian men, Bearach's human form has the appearance of a blue-eyed, white-skinned man. Unlike them, his short hair is a stark silver blond, and scruff comes in the same shade. Broad shouldered and built like the seasoned warrior he is, he stands around 6'4".
Natural Abilities: Bearach has the abilities of a well built man of his size, capable of lifting several hundred pounds without factoring in his magical abilities. He has the skill and dexterity of limb that comes from training, armed or unarmed, and has near perfect physical control.
Magical
Specializations:
- Tier 1: Light of the Full Moon (Mental), Proficiency 3.5. Bearach can project the mystic Light of the Full Moon from himself. He can harden this aura around himself as armor, channel it inward to take on the form of a silver werewolf himself, or help weres change with enlightened control.
- Tier 2: Fury of the Pack Alone (Physical), Proficiency 3.5. Bearach's physical form is boosted by his magical ability, channeling it into massive strength, super speed, and extreme toughness.
- Tier 3: Enhanced Senses (Mental), Proficiency 3.5. Bearach can channel his magical ability into his senses, enhancing them to prodigious levels of acuity.
Visual Display: Using the Light of the Full Moon is frequently associated with a silver light.
Special Abilities: Empathy, Insight, Enhanced Recovery 2, Familiar (Silver Fang)
Bonus Special Abilities: Enhanced Recovery, Humanoid Shapeshifting
Unique Abilities: As a Moon Dog of the Full Moon's Light, Bearach has a mystical sway over weres, able to order them around with hypnotic-like authority - and like hypnosis, is not irresistable.
Universal
Strengths: Bearach is a more than competent warrior, with his magical nature boosting his physical one, allowing him to challenge even magically superior foes. Even without, Bearach is a young master of the blade, and in "were form", is able to wield three blades simultaneously by holding one in his mouth. As a moon dog, he has an inborn connection to weres, understanding and connecting to them on a mental and emotional level that few others can relate. As part of a pack of weres, his ability to help them change and control themselves makes them all extremely efficient guerilla units.
Weaknesses: Bearach suffers from an overspecialization in many ways. "When all he has is a hammer," he wants to hit things. Obviously, not all problems can be solved by hitting them. Mentally, he has the same issue. Straightforward, Bearach may be well in tune with his beast side and nature in general, but he's lacking in education and battle tactics. Light of the Full Moon is also a very specialized form of light magic, and so lacks the ability to create illusions or project hard light constructs.
Inventory
Mundane: two blunt swords, two great swords, camping and survival gear
Magical:
Silver Fang. Material (Perpetual). A silvered daikatana with blue entwined grip. When a Light Mage flows their magic into the blade, it amplifies it and projects it as a blast wave.
Backpack of Holding. Written (Perpetual). The backpack's pockets are all several times larger on the inside, and whatever Bearach is looking for inside immediately comes to his grip.
Clothing. Written (Perpetual). His clothes have been stitched to grow with him instead of shredding when he embraces his werewolf form.
History
Born on the night of the winter solstice, under those celestial lights, the "moon dogs," Bearach was the first born son of a mortal wolf - yet born something more. His youngest sibling was like him, both of them blessed by the moon's rays. Stronger, faster, and with human-like intelligence, the pair of Moon Dogs spent a few years in the wilds with their family. When their family aged and died as mortal wolves do, the still young-and-healthy pair had finally grown up enough to realize it was time to move on.
The pair adventured out of their cozy familiar forest, and chanced upon a small settlement of human beings. The pair had encountered them once or twice before, and had always opted to avoid them before. That day was different though. That day, they were looking for companionship. Instinctive magic in their beings crafted them new forms - human looking forms. They just weren't human enough.
The inhumanity of their appearances was enough for the paranoid frontier's people to act upon. The pair didn't know what was going on, as they were dragged into town. They didn't speak Ruthenian. "Proper authorities" were "shoved aside" as an angry, maligned populous had viable targets at last. Things escalated quickly, but the wolf pretending to be human had only so much patience.
When the silvery white werewolf suddenly stood tall among the masses, slapping people aside like ragdolls, the mob was over. The the real fight began. Bearach grabbed his sister and ran, but the sheriff and his men had stopped sitting on their hands and started attacking them properly. Lightning bolts and bullets, Bearach found out, both hurt a /lot/.
The pair probably wouldn't have escaped, except for the timely intervention of an old woman. The three vanished before the authorities rounded the corner, leaving them on a merry goose chase while the three hid out in the witch's home instead. The woman pretended to be a simple herbalist for the town, but she was there for people like them.
The witch gave them shelter and clothing, and a much needed life lesson about the state of Ruthenia beyond their sheltered forest. The injustice of it all burned in Bearach's heart, and only the witch's "counsel" was able to stop him from going out and smashing the people responsible. Counsel, here, means physically forcing him to behave with the end of a cane.
"You want to teach them a lesson? You can't even beat an old woman. How about you learn a few lessons yourself first, before trying to be a teacher, hmm?"
It was sound logic, even if he was angry. The old woman had many things to teach them in fact, not least of which was how to mask their magical appearances from the paranoid masses. His sister was also quick to pick up magical instructions, Bearach learned the art of swordplay. The witch downplayed how skilled she was with the sword, to better spur the young warrior to greatness.
They stayed there for several years, without any real aim beyond learning. Their lessons even had them (reluctantly) getting to know the humans in the same settlement that had turned on them before. It was wondrous what the right accessories did for a person's disguise. And then the werebear showed up.
The were hunters had captured it in the woods, restraining it by magical means and dragging it into the center of town for a good bit of fun, before intending to turn it over to the government. A familiar looking mob formed again, who took to baiting the helpless (if rageful) beast. Twisted faces made a mockery of the last few years spent among them. It was one giant abomination, and Bearach didn't want anything to do with it.
And then it happened. Ava got involved, and did something to free the beast. It was a massacre. The monstrous white beast lashed out, smashing the people to pieces with each swing of its arms. The were hunters were caught off guard, and the ones who weren't crushed immediately, vanished to regroup. Bearach had no special love for humanity, and would have rather just left to let the beast make a crater of the entire city.
But then the crowd parted, and the child was just … standing there. Innocent.
Bearach moved faster than he ever had before. The werebear smashed at the small one, but his fist collided with a great silver wolfman instead. And he saw past the bear, to the faces of the terrified and the injured, and he had to wonder if … if there really was any justice, in letting the slaughter continue. Bearach held his ground against the larger threat, grappling it and forcing it back away from the child. The two monsters smashed through buildings, locked in combat, while the humans focused on survival.
The werebear was bigger, and should have been stronger than Bearach. He wasn't. The silver wolf threw the bear down, and then roared at him to stay down. And to both of their surprise … the bear did. Then he ordered the bear to calm down. And the bear did. He told the bear to think.
And the werebear looked at him with human intelligence behind eyes that lost their rage, and were replaced with sadness instead. Ava got them out to the forest, and all three of them had things to say to each other. Something about Bearach's unique magical nature allowed him to enlighten the rageful beast, giving him the control and intelligence he only knew in human form. But Bearach had always been in control - and he'd chosen to let deaths happen, without even knowing how "guilty" they really were. How many might have been as "guilty" as the child?
Bearach and his sister fought, angrily, over whether what she had done was the right course of action or not. A dozen or more were dead, as a direct result of Ava's involvement - involvement Bearach had been trying to avoid. That didn't sit right with Bearach, or the werebear, even if the end result had given the werebear, Adrian, his life back, in more ways then one. The argument didn't get them anywhere, but it was one more lesson they had to learn - a lesson that the witch couldn't teach them.
Bringing peace to that were was enlightenment to Bearach as well. He understood what they had to do, and what it meant to be a Moon Dog of the Full Moon's Light. They were going to make a new pack; not of wolves, but of weres. The three left early the next morning, as soon as they got Adrian a new set of clothes. The witch would have preferred to keep her "children" a bit longer, but she recognized it, too: they couldn't stay near that town anymore, after everything that had happened. A parting gift came in the form of an enchanted sword from the east, which they'd only seen her use once before in training.
Three became four, four became five, five became seven - they added to their numbers, saving what few weres they could before the government could do … whatever it did with people like them. Bearach quickly realized a position of spiritual guidance among the pack, and while he was a warrior, he wasn't a real leader, and definitely not a strategist. Adrian, as it happened, was ex-military. Bearach willingly accepted a secondary position of authority in the fledgling pack, and while the others did what they did best, Bearach gave the best thing he could.
Enlightenment.