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Post: Blake the Elf
Forum: wRHG Characters
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Posted by: PhebeaStickz
Original Content: [quote]Blake

Appearance
White hair with black rimming his fringe and trailing half way down his hair which drapes across his eyes before fading to white again. Grey cloth wrapping his eyes and another one on his left thigh. He wears a white T shirt, brown coat without sleeves. His T-shirt sleeves poke out of his coat. His arms are wrapped entirely in white bandages revealing only his fingers. He also wears socks instead of shoes. His height is around average, 172cm.

His pointed ears are covered by his hair. Without the cloth wrapping his eyes, there would be a tattoo(black,green and blue lines intertwined -curling around the eye and dripping down before curving slightly) on his left eye and scars on each eye. His eyes are a milky grey with silver specks. His skin is actually quite pale with a silvery tinge to it if you look closely.
He sometimes wears a black hooded jacket in replacement of the brown coat to hide himself. Without the white bandages wrapping his arms, there would be red and black lines cracking his skin. Reddish and purple around the scars.

Personality
He's mostly quiet. Sometimes he speaks in quotes and riddles. He also has this unnerving habit of not reacting to questions, taunts etc. and when he does, he's probably not even answering you. He tends to smile creepy, crazed or welcoming smiles - he smiles them all.
He is also very agile and when he's in a fighting position, he usually bends down with his feet spread apart, arms bent and fingers curling, his hands tilting diagonally from each other.
He's actually quite experienced with mechanics. He also has a really good memory and well at picturing things. He tends to be early as well. His street slang thickens when he is extremely emotional. He stutters a little as well when nervous or meeting new people.

He is afraid of making friends and has a trust problem. He enjoys his peace and quiet - the lone wolf type but he wouldn't mind a bit of company as well. He is definitely not a people person due to years of seclusion and may sometimes piss people off without meaning to. He can often be blunt and can sound insincere. Deep down, he is emotional and desperately wants a friend though he wouldn't admit it. He can be quite the sadist - often looking at the bad side of stuff.

f light and shadow? When we work out the shadow part in ourself, the times of the shadow are not so dark." - Lynne Namka

“Give light, and the darkness will disappear of itself.” Desiderius Erasmus

"Every man casts a shadow; not his body only, but his imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way he will, it falls opposite to the sun; short at noon, long at eve. Did you never see it?" - Henry David Thoreau

"Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides." -Junichiro Tanizaki

"I wear my shadows where they're harder to see, but they follow me everywhere. I guess that should tell me I'm travelling toward light." -Bruce Cockburn

"It's important to know that if you are dealing with shadows."
"Manipulating shadows and tonality is like writing music or a poem."
"There are infinite shadings of light and shadows and colors... it's an extraordinarily subtle language. Figuring out how to speak that language is a lifetime job."-Conrad Hall

"Beauty deprived of its proper foils and adjuncts ceases to be enjoyed as beauty, just as light deprived of all shadows ceases to be enjoyed as light." -John Ruskin

"Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows, and of lending existence to nothing." -Edmund Burke

"To think of shadows is a serious thing." - Victor Hugo

"I have come to believe that there are infinite passageways out of the shadows, infinite vehicles to transport us into the light." -Martha Beck

"In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present." - Francis Bacon

"People are like stained - glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within." - Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

"Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness, and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which people our life, which make it pungent, intoxicating. We only exist in terms of this conflict, in the zone where black and white clash." - Louis Aragon

"I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars." -Og Mandino

"It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light."-Aristotle Onassis

"Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light."- Helen Keller
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Abilities

-Transformation
Transforming into a shadow on the ground or on object. Can be enemy's shadow too. He usually has to jump from shadow to shadow. E.g. if he becomes the shadow on the wall, and he wants to be a nearby tree's shadow, he can slip into the shadow on the ground and then to the tree.
-Blasts
Forming shadows or lights that can come out as blasts or streaks. They can also come in forms of ground ripples or can rain down on you. They dont specifically have to come directly from his body. They can be weak or powerful.
-Control
He can enter en enemy's body for a minimum of 60 seconds. He can control the body and the body cannot be harmed until he leaves it.
-Illusionary
Creating objects or things that aren't really there. They are good for distractions or hiding. You can pass through them. He bends light and creates shadows to give a more realistic feel to the objects he has created.
-Paralysis
Using a spell to lock you in place for 5-10 seconds depending on his energy levels. If he has used Paralysis on you, you simply freeze in place. You can't move. He usually uses this if he wants to place the Mark on you.
-Mark
He leaves on you a piece of his element. He can tell where you are if you have the Mark. The Mark is invisible and can't be detected or erased by anyone else but himself.
Weapons:
A black metal staff with extendable blades on the sides of the staff that can be summoned to him.
Whitish-purple blades which are attached to his arms. These can also be summoned.
These weapons are not easily broken because they are actually made of hardened shadows and light. If snapped, they can be welded back together again. Once summoned, they can't disappear again, only removed, taken away or possibly disintegrated.
Weaknesses/Restraints

- He's blind. ~Despite his inability to see, his other senses are extremely sharp. He can also identify objects by sensing how the shadows/light falls.
- Using multiple or prolonged skills drains his energy levels.
- Afraid of medical equipment.
- He is mentally unstable e.g. sometimes actually STOPS in battle to argue with himself. He also sometimes forgets what he's doing.[/I]
- After using Control/Mark - he is more weak and is at one of his most vulnerable.
- DURING Control, his physical body is still intact and visible. Any harm to his physical body can result in injury or death.
- He gets painful headaches sometimes.
- He has to touch you to place on you the Mark.
- He needs both light and shadows to "see".


s slower in this world). Born on the Jenas Mejesc Night - A special 2 hour period where the moon becomes part shadow part light. He was against some of the Rulers in his world. He also used light and shadow elements - elements unknown to the Elf Government and for these two things, he was banished into the mortal world.
He travelled and tried to make a living. He even became an Airship Captain and pirate. It was hard to conceal his power and in the end, he was captured and tested on.
A certain scientist found out of his abilities and tried to drain him of his energy, using it to power the city. This went on for quite some time until finally, his mind shattered. He pulled from powers deeper inside him, breaking free of the lab. By doing so, he also cause himself to be blind. He went into a rage, tearing down everything and killing many people inside. He ran off and lived on the streets. Scientists, in an attempt to cover up their (actually illegal) actions, told the world he was a terrorist. He is now wanted.

He learned how to fight dirty and then more formally. He managed to learn to bend light and shadows to help him identify roughly his objects and opponents positioning was as well as tuning his other senses to be tip-top sharp. He heard of a battle field and went there to be better in battling, learning from other opponents how to fight. He now also works asa fruit seller and has mastered the art of shaving fruits
His Elf name is Ciaran. Not many people actually use this name. Also, Miikale is his greatest enemy. Being on the streets has taught him a few tricks like pickpocketing, and fighting dirty. As well as some terrible language.[/SPOILER]

fted the apple in his fingers and shaved the apple in his hands, the apple shavings falling at his feet. He now ran a fruit stand to make some money. He felt a shift in the light. It was falling on something. People. Probably customers. He got up and tied a grey cloth around his eyes. He blew hair out of his mouth and smiled. There were murmurs in the market. Something was wrong. He kept the smile in place. He could feel shadows falling over his stall. "May I help you?" he asks.

Grunts. His ears catches something. "He looks like the one in the wanted poster. Bounty hunters. He grins.

"As you can see, I'm as blind as a bat... How may I help you? ...Actually, a better question - how many of you are there?"

"Enough to overwhelm you!" One of the men lunges at Blake. He lurches back and slams the apple so hard into the man's face, it explodes. Blake pushes the man back into his comrades, grabs his fruit knife and leaps over the fruit table. As he lands, he kicks out with one foot, sending fruits flying. He takes off in a run. A hand pulls him back just as he runs past the fourth stall. He spun around and flipped the knife in his right hand, his left hand, slapping the bounty hunter. He stabs him just below the ribs. Blake pushes the knife in as the man screeches.

He's whips around and bumps into a heavily muscled chest. "Oh boy." He mutters beneath his breath.

"You're surrounded! Put your hands up!" Blake smirks. He swipes one hand outward. The air where his fingers passed shimmers. He curls his fingers around the air. A staff solidifies in his palm. He spins the staff, at the same time extending the blades, forcing the men back.
"Idiots! You have guns! USE THEM!" another of them shouted. Blake groans inwardly. How many of them were there? They were too closely packed - he couldn't tell. Didn't matter. Shots were fired but he deflected them with a light wall. He holds out his staff and light explodes from it, knocking several men into the dirt. He jumps over the lump of a man and send a blast from his feet, propelling him away from the bounty hunters.

_________________________________________________THAT NIGHT_________________________________________________

Blake rolls his shoulders and slips into his hut. There isn't a bit of light in the hut... He grips his fingers together and is about to send a spark of light into the air when he sensed a glimmer from another source of light. He stops. "Who's there? Come out." he pretends he is able to see, but he really can't. He gropes around, hoping whoever is there can't see him look like a fool. Where's that trap trigger? he thinks frantically. Don't reveal your abilities yet. You don't know who is here...[/I]

"I can see you... Ciaran isn't it?" Blake doesn't answer, only taking several steps forward. "I'm sure I got the right place. After all, that chip we had left in your shoulder still leaves a tiny trail." Blake pauses. "Oh you didn't know about the chip? Pity. Did you really think we would let you off so easy? With your abilities, it was hard to track you. Let me introduce myself. You probably already know me. I'm Miikale."

Blake lets out a growl. "You're the one who caught me." he hisses. Laughter. Blake roars and sends a blast of light into the air, at the same time sending another bolt at the light source. A string of curses and Blake grins. He can tell where he is. He steps back and braces himself, subconsciously slipping into his fighting stance.

Just then, a splitting headache attacked. He choked and bent over, falling to his knees. He put his hands to his temples. His head swam and he silently begged the headache to stop...
"Men, grab him." Blake gasps for air, struggling under their grip. He couldn't tell who was what and where he was for a second. The next moment, his head cleared. He swallowed a sigh of relief. He groaned and let the men pull him to his feet. He curled his fingers. "Watch ou- Ahh!!" A blast of shadows threw everyone backwards. He fell back as well. Shadows reached out and enveloped him, swallowing him up.

He rests back in the comfort of the shadows. He can't stay here for long - he knows. It would drain him too badly. He stretches out his senses. Most of the shadows fall on objects lying on the floor. One is upright. He grits his teeth and sharpens his senses even further. Light is falling on the man's face. The curves are too distinct to deny. He shifts to the shadow at the man's feet. He leaps out from behind and lands a nicely timed punch to the back of the man's head. Blake smirks as he hear the man yell and fall. He summons his light blades. He plunges one of the blades into the man's head. Warm blood splatters onto him as he straightens himself. He breathes heavily. Wiping sweat off his forehead, he slumps to the floor. A moment of silence. He throws back his head and laughs.[/SPOILER]

can't let them get to me. I won't let them. I push past crowds. Its 7.30 in the morning and already I'm having some serious 'exercise'. I am Blake. An elf, on the run. From who you might ask? Everyone. I only have enemies.

2 hours ago...
I'm strapped down. Breathing hard. Needles enter my skin and I moan. I don't have any energy inside of me to go on. I want to die. No... I want to live. To be free. I can feel my powers being drained away. Sucking the life out of me. I brace myself for the painful part. I still can't hold back the agony. I scream against the gag, tears pricking my eyes. I close them shut, just to get away from the bloody lights. Unnaturally bright. Like the sun. These lights are supposed to keep me living, but I fear they are killing me instead. The familiar blue eyes of the scientist watches me. Watching me writhe and struggle against the bonds. "Crank it up." I hear him beneath my own screams. I sob. The fear and anger are building up like never before. I thrash, trying to break free. "Hold him down!" The guards do as said. I howl. "Come now Ciaran, relax. This won't be for long." Something dark in me rises. Don't taunt the devil... It rises higher and then leaps out, giving me power. Energy. I'm stronger than I have ever been. I jerk upwards, breaking free. Something happens and my eyes shut down. I can't see. I don't care. I just have to escape.
I draw in the lights, tap into the unending power. "Shut down the lights!" They seem to have forgotten. My power - is EVERYWHERE.

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