Post by luminesrever on Nov 21, 2012 23:38:38 GMT -5
Long ago, when Mirugan was nothing more than the plain of chaos known as Artandan, before even the god Zicamgar came to reform the land, a creature was born of shadow and hatred. That creature was called “Iratus et Umbrum”, which translates into today’s Language as “Angry Shade”. Now when Mankind first entered the world and discovered this creature, they at first thought it to be nothing more than a peaceful, albeit strange being, but they soon discovered that it was in fact a demonic creature, killing and attacking things upon eye contact. They also found that it was capable of teleporting around, and multiplying itself in the masses. Eventually, warriors found ways to fight these creatures, but many lives were still lost battling them. Over time, as the human language evolved, so did the name of these creatures. First came “Darke Horror”, next “Shadowkiller” then simply, “The Evile One”, but eventually, “Endremane” became standardized, though the spelling changed throughout time to the “Enderman” we know today.
Over time, as humans became more civilized, they studied Endermen, and started to learn about and eventually befriend them. Some lucky or helpful humans were blessed by and got the privilege to be an Endrite, part human, part Enderman. I was one of those lucky people, blessed under Terminus. For quite some time, humans, Endrites, and Endermen lived in harmony, until one fateful day, when a rouge Enderman- quite possibly insane- went on a maniacal rampage, killing thousands. A royal decree immediately went out, saying that all Endermen, Endrites, and humans involved with either were to be executed. After a few months, all Endermen or Endrites foolish enough to be caught were dead, and only a few remained alive.
My parents and I lived peacefully, hiding my Endrite status from the soldiers. One day however, someone both accused falsely us of numerous crimes against the king, and informed the army that I was an Endrite. Almost immediately, a battalion of the Royal Army came to kill us. We fought bravely and held them off for a while, but eventually my parents were captured. After a grueling journey and more than a few injuries, I managed to save them both from the dungeon in which they were kept, and fake all 3 of our deaths. I vowed on that day to protect them, and started practicing to better my fighting skills. After a few years of living in hiding with them, I left my parents somewhere safe outside of the country, with 10 years worth of food and supplies. With the constraints of “babysitting” them lifted, I continued my training, even joining a school of magic. During my first year, I learned a useful disappearing spell, which i then used to hide my parents, and the house that I had built for them. After my second year attending, I grew tired of the tedious teaching methods employed by the school, and stole the textbooks, a wand, and a supply of mana, to learn on my own time. I now make my living as an anonymous mercenary, a “fighter for hire”, while I continue to evade the Royal Army. My ironic true name, “Lumin-Esrever” difficult for human tongues to pronounce, I usually go by “Lumin” or a human name pseudonym, “Relyyt Kurr”, laying low, watching, training, to protect what matters to me.
(To reiterate, I am a Mage and an Endrite, my true name is Lumin-Esrever, I go by Lumin for short, (at least among intelligent company) and when dealing with the dumber humans who can't pronounce my true name properly, I use a fake human name, "Relyyt Kurr".)
MY IGN IS Creepertamer99
Thanks for reading!
Over time, as humans became more civilized, they studied Endermen, and started to learn about and eventually befriend them. Some lucky or helpful humans were blessed by and got the privilege to be an Endrite, part human, part Enderman. I was one of those lucky people, blessed under Terminus. For quite some time, humans, Endrites, and Endermen lived in harmony, until one fateful day, when a rouge Enderman- quite possibly insane- went on a maniacal rampage, killing thousands. A royal decree immediately went out, saying that all Endermen, Endrites, and humans involved with either were to be executed. After a few months, all Endermen or Endrites foolish enough to be caught were dead, and only a few remained alive.
My parents and I lived peacefully, hiding my Endrite status from the soldiers. One day however, someone both accused falsely us of numerous crimes against the king, and informed the army that I was an Endrite. Almost immediately, a battalion of the Royal Army came to kill us. We fought bravely and held them off for a while, but eventually my parents were captured. After a grueling journey and more than a few injuries, I managed to save them both from the dungeon in which they were kept, and fake all 3 of our deaths. I vowed on that day to protect them, and started practicing to better my fighting skills. After a few years of living in hiding with them, I left my parents somewhere safe outside of the country, with 10 years worth of food and supplies. With the constraints of “babysitting” them lifted, I continued my training, even joining a school of magic. During my first year, I learned a useful disappearing spell, which i then used to hide my parents, and the house that I had built for them. After my second year attending, I grew tired of the tedious teaching methods employed by the school, and stole the textbooks, a wand, and a supply of mana, to learn on my own time. I now make my living as an anonymous mercenary, a “fighter for hire”, while I continue to evade the Royal Army. My ironic true name, “Lumin-Esrever” difficult for human tongues to pronounce, I usually go by “Lumin” or a human name pseudonym, “Relyyt Kurr”, laying low, watching, training, to protect what matters to me.
(To reiterate, I am a Mage and an Endrite, my true name is Lumin-Esrever, I go by Lumin for short, (at least among intelligent company) and when dealing with the dumber humans who can't pronounce my true name properly, I use a fake human name, "Relyyt Kurr".)
MY IGN IS Creepertamer99
Thanks for reading!
