Post by Baldric Dreher on Feb 21, 2015 14:45:08 GMT
Name: Baldric Dreher
Age: 38
Race: Plagued
Gender: Male
Current Residence: Namanda
Occupation: Currently nothing official as of yet
Personality: Quiet and seemingly unassuming as a statue, his stone eyes never blinking but always watching. Baldric desires, and he does so constantly, his entire existence focused upon it; what exactly it is he desires is not known by him. Constantly searching, he has found some, but not much respite from his pursuit in people; not in they themselves nearly so much as what they mean. Highly interested in the mysticism of magic, Baldric is extremely pious; not in the sense of devotion, but in the sense of knowing there is something else there beneath the surface, and being devout in that he is devoted to it. Though he would not admit it in the past, mainly because he was not aware of it, part of what he is devoted to is himself. It's a main part, in fact. As he is the high priest of his cause, he has the most knowledge, is the most significant—if he were to be sacrificed, it would be a loss. Other sacrifices can easily be made. And, of course, all the lambs in the fold must follow the shepherd. And just like the priest in the confessional, he often receives just what he expects to; he consumes the information as he is spoken to, but does not give back. He is like a vacuum in many ways; hungry, insistent, pressuring. Nothing he wants escapes his grasp. There is something in his manner and expression, the intensity that he has as it is communicated through that, that is absolutely come-hither, impossible to resist. He is the tactician: a masterful instigator. While he himself is perfectly balanced on the edge, something in him beckons to others, and that same something leads him to push them over the side; he enjoys putting things together only to watch what will happen once he steps back. His knowledge of the human mind and the basic fundamentals of nature make it easy for him to predict the outcome, and he knows what to do to a person to get the desired end result. When what he is doing fails, he merely learns more, and adapts. Once focused, his attention remains; he is not bored easily. Baldric knows equally what to do to keep himself occupied and interested; he knows how to enjoy himself, but he often takes pleasure from that which others experience, indulging his voyeurism, especially when the enjoyed circumstance is under his control. Control is one of the main concerns of his life, ever the high priest. He desires to dominate and to keep people dependent upon his domination; he adores making people idolize him, to conflict them. Rarely moved himself, he has a stillness about him that makes him almost impossible to shake. It is not that he is solid; rather, that he isn't. Baldric is entirely insubstantial, he can touch the minds of others, but cannot himself be touched.
History: Considering his history, it is not surprising that Baldric is so bound to his own desire for control and dominance. Baldric was born extremely early in his mother's pregnancy, liable to die; due to complications during the birth his mother found it impossible to have any more children. Thus distressed, his parents turned their hopes and love to their only child. While growing up, however, he was very often extremely ill, a frail, sickly creature. With their wealth they managed to pamper the boy, entirely devoted, extremely doting. But love and devotion do not prevent illness, and it being entirely plausible that the child would die, they spent not nearly enough time with him, knowing that the more they loved him as a person the more painful his death would be—even more so as they could not conceive again. Surrounded by playthings and books and the best tutors money could buy, it was the hired help—many of whom, for some reason, did not last long—and the others who were hired in the estate—who were left with the boy. Generally he was fine; hardly a delight, though he was silent, still, and very, very inquisitive, undemanding—though occasionally the small boy could erupt in terrifying temper tantrums; each caretaker he ever had quailed before him, knowing full well the power he had, for if one whisper of unhappiness met his parents' ears, they would not be lenient. They took the child's stance every time, as though the coffin was already prepared. And indeed, in those early years—he had an appearance of utter quiet, of a gravity a child should not possess; it was as though Death already had his mark upon him.
But Death was not to claim him. Though the dangers passed they left their mark like an invisible scar, carried with him like a tangible weight that left him as a stranger to his parents, to most of those who knew him. Baldric took to books to find solace in their company, finding the incessant worries of his peers bothersome during his youth. Only when he took to strategy did Baldric open his presence more to those around him and yet it was not for their benefit but purely for his own. Entranced with the human mind, Baldric created conversations with the sole purpose of learning more about the other while offering nothing of himself. He used this knowledge to subtly pull the strings behind these people, always offering comfort only to rip it away so he might observe what happened. Although generally accepted as odd, there was no denying his prowess with observation and indeed tactics and backed by his parents’ wealth and stature it did not take much to get him involved with the King’s army. Due to his troubled health, however, Baldric was never physically strong and was nearly dismissed until he was able to point out various flaws in the army’s battle strategy. Thus proven an asset, he was given the post of tactician, something he used to further learn and expand his powers of manipulation. He developed an acute interest in magic that he kept coveted away from the prying eyes of his fellows for he enjoyed the sense of mysticism and power that lay behind the Epei.
Baldric may have continued on this path to the end of his days if he was not punished. When he fell sick he knew that it was no mere virus come to weaken him for a time, it was not as it was when he was but a child and waited patiently for his life to finally just expire, it was different. It was the Plague. Unable to hide his ailments, he was discovered and branded and immediately exiled from the capital before he even succumbed fully to the illness. Alone in the wilderness, he waited for death once more. And yet still he eluded his cold grasp. Reborn without memory, Baldric lived now as one of the Plagued. Lost and confused he traveled north and learned to live away from civilization. Eventually, a few years later, Baldric discovered he could move things with his mind. Small objects at first but ever growing in their intricacies as he explored the possibilities, turning the gift to a dangerous weapon as his memories slowly trickled back. Never complete save for the sense of betrayal and rage at losing the control he so ardently strived to achieve. Even without his memories he knew enough to know that it was humans who banished him, unable to deal with his new brilliance and as such Baldric plans revenge against their kind. But he was ever the strategist, holding infinite patience for his cause. He would bring together his kind, become their shepherd and lead them to their rightful place. He would instigate the war and he would step back and let the pieces fall.
Age: 38
Race: Plagued
Gender: Male
Current Residence: Namanda
Occupation: Currently nothing official as of yet
Personality: Quiet and seemingly unassuming as a statue, his stone eyes never blinking but always watching. Baldric desires, and he does so constantly, his entire existence focused upon it; what exactly it is he desires is not known by him. Constantly searching, he has found some, but not much respite from his pursuit in people; not in they themselves nearly so much as what they mean. Highly interested in the mysticism of magic, Baldric is extremely pious; not in the sense of devotion, but in the sense of knowing there is something else there beneath the surface, and being devout in that he is devoted to it. Though he would not admit it in the past, mainly because he was not aware of it, part of what he is devoted to is himself. It's a main part, in fact. As he is the high priest of his cause, he has the most knowledge, is the most significant—if he were to be sacrificed, it would be a loss. Other sacrifices can easily be made. And, of course, all the lambs in the fold must follow the shepherd. And just like the priest in the confessional, he often receives just what he expects to; he consumes the information as he is spoken to, but does not give back. He is like a vacuum in many ways; hungry, insistent, pressuring. Nothing he wants escapes his grasp. There is something in his manner and expression, the intensity that he has as it is communicated through that, that is absolutely come-hither, impossible to resist. He is the tactician: a masterful instigator. While he himself is perfectly balanced on the edge, something in him beckons to others, and that same something leads him to push them over the side; he enjoys putting things together only to watch what will happen once he steps back. His knowledge of the human mind and the basic fundamentals of nature make it easy for him to predict the outcome, and he knows what to do to a person to get the desired end result. When what he is doing fails, he merely learns more, and adapts. Once focused, his attention remains; he is not bored easily. Baldric knows equally what to do to keep himself occupied and interested; he knows how to enjoy himself, but he often takes pleasure from that which others experience, indulging his voyeurism, especially when the enjoyed circumstance is under his control. Control is one of the main concerns of his life, ever the high priest. He desires to dominate and to keep people dependent upon his domination; he adores making people idolize him, to conflict them. Rarely moved himself, he has a stillness about him that makes him almost impossible to shake. It is not that he is solid; rather, that he isn't. Baldric is entirely insubstantial, he can touch the minds of others, but cannot himself be touched.
History: Considering his history, it is not surprising that Baldric is so bound to his own desire for control and dominance. Baldric was born extremely early in his mother's pregnancy, liable to die; due to complications during the birth his mother found it impossible to have any more children. Thus distressed, his parents turned their hopes and love to their only child. While growing up, however, he was very often extremely ill, a frail, sickly creature. With their wealth they managed to pamper the boy, entirely devoted, extremely doting. But love and devotion do not prevent illness, and it being entirely plausible that the child would die, they spent not nearly enough time with him, knowing that the more they loved him as a person the more painful his death would be—even more so as they could not conceive again. Surrounded by playthings and books and the best tutors money could buy, it was the hired help—many of whom, for some reason, did not last long—and the others who were hired in the estate—who were left with the boy. Generally he was fine; hardly a delight, though he was silent, still, and very, very inquisitive, undemanding—though occasionally the small boy could erupt in terrifying temper tantrums; each caretaker he ever had quailed before him, knowing full well the power he had, for if one whisper of unhappiness met his parents' ears, they would not be lenient. They took the child's stance every time, as though the coffin was already prepared. And indeed, in those early years—he had an appearance of utter quiet, of a gravity a child should not possess; it was as though Death already had his mark upon him.
But Death was not to claim him. Though the dangers passed they left their mark like an invisible scar, carried with him like a tangible weight that left him as a stranger to his parents, to most of those who knew him. Baldric took to books to find solace in their company, finding the incessant worries of his peers bothersome during his youth. Only when he took to strategy did Baldric open his presence more to those around him and yet it was not for their benefit but purely for his own. Entranced with the human mind, Baldric created conversations with the sole purpose of learning more about the other while offering nothing of himself. He used this knowledge to subtly pull the strings behind these people, always offering comfort only to rip it away so he might observe what happened. Although generally accepted as odd, there was no denying his prowess with observation and indeed tactics and backed by his parents’ wealth and stature it did not take much to get him involved with the King’s army. Due to his troubled health, however, Baldric was never physically strong and was nearly dismissed until he was able to point out various flaws in the army’s battle strategy. Thus proven an asset, he was given the post of tactician, something he used to further learn and expand his powers of manipulation. He developed an acute interest in magic that he kept coveted away from the prying eyes of his fellows for he enjoyed the sense of mysticism and power that lay behind the Epei.
Baldric may have continued on this path to the end of his days if he was not punished. When he fell sick he knew that it was no mere virus come to weaken him for a time, it was not as it was when he was but a child and waited patiently for his life to finally just expire, it was different. It was the Plague. Unable to hide his ailments, he was discovered and branded and immediately exiled from the capital before he even succumbed fully to the illness. Alone in the wilderness, he waited for death once more. And yet still he eluded his cold grasp. Reborn without memory, Baldric lived now as one of the Plagued. Lost and confused he traveled north and learned to live away from civilization. Eventually, a few years later, Baldric discovered he could move things with his mind. Small objects at first but ever growing in their intricacies as he explored the possibilities, turning the gift to a dangerous weapon as his memories slowly trickled back. Never complete save for the sense of betrayal and rage at losing the control he so ardently strived to achieve. Even without his memories he knew enough to know that it was humans who banished him, unable to deal with his new brilliance and as such Baldric plans revenge against their kind. But he was ever the strategist, holding infinite patience for his cause. He would bring together his kind, become their shepherd and lead them to their rightful place. He would instigate the war and he would step back and let the pieces fall.