Image by Scythe. <3
Archelius may be joining the rut in a between status. May alternate between being a competitor and a non-involved participant. Has not jumped in just yet.
Updates:
CURRENTLY: Out of Forest.
Thoughts: Maybe I need to lay off the incense.
Saying: Whew.
Recently: Spent the day alternately finding ingredients for incense, meditating, and at one point using incense to enter a trance state as part of meditation. Spent some time communicating with ghosts near the pond after meditating, and overall ignoring the entire fact that the rut began and that he did promise his father to actually TRY to get involved this time. This is just not his area of interest. Mild headache lingering from slightly old ingredients being used in the incense, though his energy level has been spiked above normal. Now somewhat fidgety.
Fog rolls in, spirits and ghosts get active. Cue predatory instincts and necromancy boost. May be mildly distracted by ghosts, especially after having spent a few days hopped up on incense. Wandered around the forest a while, before happening upon a group of does cuddling in different nearby groups. Kairi and Arien were in the same area, though Arien was asleep. Stuck around the group a while, and noticed a ram-horned stag in the fog a short ways off. Approached him mildly and attempted to find some spellspam trees to mess with him. Since no hostility was shown beyond the other's mooing, kept his behavior reasonable. Distracted by a ghost afterwards. Returned to the doe group for a while longer before starting to wander off. Just as he was leaving, Arien woke up and caught up with him. Cue SIBLING TIME.
Romped about with Arien for gods know how long. Even got into laughter-spam and momentarily adopted a fawn into the fun. Lost the fawn. Probably would be a terrible father. B|
Eventually passed out watching a herd with Arien. At least that twitchiness is worn off.
Name: Archelius
Name Origin: Greek
Title: The Necromancer
Breed: Demon Irish Elk
Size: 15+4
Age: Irrelivent - Appears to be a young adult, though it's easy to assume some combination of magic and genes have given him a very slow aging process. Much older than he appears.
Theme: Wheel in the Sky - Journey
Font: Brown text
Picto: Driftwood
Set:
Day Set/Undercover Set - Golden Pelt, Zombie Antlers, Skull or Realdeer Mask.
Night Set/Necromancer Set - DotD Pelt, Zombie/Fan Antlers, Skull or Realdeer Mask.
Scents: Day Set - Crisp, like fallen leaves and cedar. Necromancer set - Burning cedar and night air.
S.O.: Heterosexual
R.O.: Aromantic
Crush: None
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Family:
Adrastos - Little Brother
Laoise - Little Sister
Laghodessa - Mother
Darkweaver - Father
Loki - Half-Brother
Pathweaver - Uncle
Cydae - Adoptive Sister
Cearul - Brother
Arien - Sister
Idaine - Sister
Birthplace: Athens, Greece.
Relations
Kaoori - Befriended
Takeshi - Friend/Sparring partner
Wesker - Neutral
Bastilion - Met
Amary - Met
The Priest - Misses.
Saosin - Met
Melanoe - Met
Quadraptor - Encountered.
Esll - Encountered.
Ryuu - Friend
Kun - Met in Rut.
Levi - Met.
Balthamos - Met in rut.
Illrose - Met.
Toukan - Met.
Hana - Met.
Personality:
Cunning
Dominant
Bold
Aggressive
Family-Orientated
Stubborn
Unbending
Observant
Patient
Logical
Intellegent
Educated
Wise
Millitant
Spiritual
Blunt
Vengeful
Charasmatic
Polite-ish
Stiff-Tounged
Calculative
Deceptive
Stoic
Quiet
Two-Faced
Fighter's Chart
Attack: llllllllllllllllllll Defense: llllllllll]llllllllll Stamina: llllllllllllllllllll
Speed: llllllllllllllllllll Dodge: llllllllllllllllllll Pain Tolerance: llllllllllllllll]llll
Technique: llllllllllllllllllll Will: llllllllllllllllllll Experience: llllllllllllllllllll
Likes/Dislikes
+Blueberries
+The Pond
+The Ruins
+The birch forest
+The first forest
+Night
+Meat
+Sunspots
+Ghosts
+Quiet
+Sparring
+Fighting
+Dominance
+Meditation
+Does
-Submitting
-Defeat
-Confusion
-Chaos
-Distraction
-Random face-moo's
-Subordinance
-The Devout Pelt
-The Twin Gods statues
Eyes:
Like his father, each eye sees the world around him in a different manner, and can function seperate from the rest. His backmost eyes see the world in a normal spectrum, though one sees black and white while the other sees color. His lower right eye sees heat, much like a snake, and the lower left sees both energy and infared light, much like a shark or jellyfish sense electrical impuses (electroreception). His middle right eye sees ghosts and spirits, regardless of whether the spirit has given up on contacting the living. His middle left eye sees auras within living creatures.
Abilities:
Beyond being able to see ghosts, even the ones who have given up contacting the living, he is able to communicate and control them at will, and can kill the spirits and ghosts as if they were alive so they are forced to 'move on'. He can call on the dead to manipulate his appearance or supply spells; Necromancy.
Artistic Appearance:
In his "day" pelt, he appears to be a normal Irish Elk. His fur is bright golden, with swirls of softer yellow oddly patterend to look like fragmented skelletal markings. He has a realistic deer face under his skull "mask", which is perfectly intact and hides his extra sets of eyes. The two visible eyes appear to be a soft blue color. His antlers appear to suck in sunlight and have an on and off illusion of glowing or letting off black smoke. His body is large and muscular, with a thick neck and heavy fur. His tail is abnormally long, and resembles Darkweaver's, albet furrier and healthier looking. He retains perfect shark-like teeth in an otherwise normal deer's mouth. He appears to be under his prime, and quite young and energetic. This is an added bonus to his disguise of sort, as it masks a lot of details about his bloodline.
In his "Night"/"Necromancer"/"Real" pelt, he has a simple skellington pelt, lacking any markings beside the black and white. His antlers seem to radiate darkness, and possably has dark spirits clinging to them. His skull mask becomes cracked along the sides, letting all six of his eyes see threw. His mouth becomes more dragon-like and opens much further, though the teeth remain shark-like. His fur remains thick and healthy looking, and under his fur it's clear he has muscle to spare. His long tail becomes more ragged looking and far longer. His eyes are all solid crimson. He appears much older, though still very strong and healthy.
After giving Spill's Soul to Osias, as well as the two other souls his family provided to revive the deceased members of his family, Arch has lost a strong fraction of his necromancer power. This is because the spirits that once housed within his antlers are now in living bodies, and are no longer an extention of himself. Until he finds new spirits to manipulate and carry within himself in some manner, he is stuck perpetually in his Necromancer form albet with less abilities. Can not disguise himself, thus is clear to everyone who sees him who he really is.
(Picture by Trinket. THANK YOU <3333333)
Behaviour:
In his "Day" set, he will behave as a younger stag, to match the appearance. While in this set, he will restrain himself immencely in spars and fights, and avoid use of his necromancy. He will stop fighting when he 'logically' should be tired out, if he were a regular deer. He will be generally sedate and approachable, though always on the alert. He will appear to be propetually calm to the point of emotionless, even when anger would be perfectly reasonable. He may be inticed to play with others and engage in sillier behaviours, or multiple friendly spars. In communication, he will come across as somewhat passive and easygoing, not interested in any form of aggression beyong spars. He also will demonstrate a high level of knowledge from what he's learned on many travels. He may even be seen trying to break up fights by standing between combatants. He will behave like a follower, simply going along with whatever someone else is doing, dispite the reality of being more of a leader inwardly. Appears to be a good actor, and maintains an honest demenor. He will show a bit of distaste in wearing the devout pelt, but may instigate 'devout tag' to hide his hate for it.
In his "Necromancer" forme, he will show his true nature - Dominant, Aggressive, and Vengeful. Easilly pushed into anger. He will not back down from battles and will use his real strengh, but only on those who have offended his bloodline or him directly. He may become unreasonable and attack devout pelted deer without question. May use the spirits of his brother and sister to help against abnormally powerful enemies. Being both highly experienced and intellegent, he does know when to drop a fight and make his leave. Will not play or act silly in any way except if he runs into a friend, and will only act silly to hide his dark nature. Will not attack or offend those he's befriended in his "Day" appearance, and in fact may try to avoid them seeing him. He may come across as something of a ninja, and is excellant at hiding. If necessary he may even use spirits to camoflage himself or literally transport himself in and out of locations. He has no signs of nieveity or passivism, and will take an immediate leader role when nessessary.
Practices: His travels outside the forest and constant seeking for a god to believe in has led him to be knowledgable on many religions. He himself will occasionally behave as though he takes to heart Hindu or Vudu beliefs and practices. In other instances, he may appear to instead take on buddhist thinking, but only in his day set. Dispite all of this, he is essentially impossible to pin down to one specific line of faiths or beliefs, especially in his true forme, where he seems more of a mix of Vudu and Aztec in practices. He may sometimes consume certain mushrooms and other fungi to enter trance states, following in line with indiginous beliefs as well. Alternately he may collect items to aid in darker magics.
Art:
By Trinket
Quick Day-Anatomy Doodle
Meeting Takeshi (OLD)
Cameo/Story Appearances:
One Last Battle
((I totally understand.
"My name is Laoise. What's yours?"
She had the same kind of curiousity as that of a fawn as well, suiting for her appearance. It would be hard to believe she had been carried as a spirit across the world time and again in her nomadic brother's travels if she were not appearing within such a close vacinity to the necromancer.
"Melinoe," she said simply,
"Our living brother is named
"Not the only ones?" That
Laoise shook her head.
Melinoe thought about this
(((fffffff....faaaiiilll x.x; ))
The necromancer seems to
aaahhh, sorry, I'm just not
I mean I don't really feel like having Melinoe actually meet the whole herd right now
XD Thanks ok. I wasn't really
Well I still wouldn't really
Ah, is this who little Hana
@Raindrops: Yep. ^^ @Paz:
@Paz: Ok. ^^
*should really think of something to at least keep conversation going. XD*
Ah. I hope you don't mind her
But, in any case, it was nice to meet Archelius. And I love his design. ♥
Not at all. ^^ It was
It was nice to meet Hana too. And thank you. <3
Boop. ~~~~~ The animated
~~~~~
The animated body of the dragon had been wandering the deep birch forest for days now, only returning to the more inhabited part of the forest when they needed food. They were ruthless, a machine of death. Once they casted out Fusion's spirit, they could do anything they wanted without the fear of being attacked from the inside. Today the dragon was heading back out again. They'd go to the pond today, yes, the pond. Many deer there. The demons operated the limbs like that of a crane or bulldozer, making the dragoness walk at a brisk pace and settle down on the bank. Act normal, receive food.
The Necromancer had been
It wasn't until a whispering in the back of his mind brought up the oncoming of multiple spirits in one vessil, that he raised his head and turned to look at the coming dragon... who then sat on the bank. There was nothing that seemed to flicker through the necromancer's magically dulled blue eyes. They did not show interest, fear, curiousity, or any other emotion. However, he did have his interest piped.
"Now this is an unusual sight." he thinks, tail swaying behind his large frame.
The demons turned her head
Dull blue eyes follow the
Fusion growled at the deer.
"You... are not afraid?" The dragon gave a pause. "Unwise."
Fine, his attention was
Archelius raises his head lazilly, facing the dragon and looking past the area where the fireball had fizzled out seconds before. The fireball did however succeed in scaring off several other deer from the area, sending them fleeing into the safety of the forest. The golden stag gives a yawn- granted, a somewhat fake yawn with the intent of provolking if anything at all- and flicks his long tail momentarilly. "Fear has no place except within the hearts of the feral and the prey." he responds, projecting his monotonous voice the best he could to carry over the body of water. He angles his head slightly, taking a momentary glance around the immediate area to be certain no normal deer remained after the sudden fireball. Indeed, they seemed to have left.
The disguised necromancer's lips pull back into a surprisingly shark-like grin as he looks back to the dragon. "What fear should I have, when confronted with a melting pot of spirits?" Still no change in his monotone. He had to test this dragon, and by calling out the first thing he percieved he'd know more about this creature soon enough. He was almost surprised not to hear a multitude of voices mixed with the voice of the vessal.
"What fear? You ask what
"So it seems my impression of
Clearly, these condemned spirits were in need to excercism. Perhaps even collection, knowing soon he will be losing the spirits he had trapped within him for a greater purpose. "Your second guess may be the most accurate. I do take pride in my ability to disguise." he speaks in his chilly monotone. As the word disguise rolls over his tounge, a red pinpoint of glow begins to penetrate past his puples, pushing outward instead of taking in the shine of light on retina. The pinpoint of red begins to spread, flooding past blue iris and filling in the whites of his eyes. The golden color of his fur begins to spark and sizzle. Like embers on damp wood, the color literally seems to burn away until his pelt is left in a monocrome of black and white. Neat and precise cracks form along his previously nice-looking skull mask, until two long sections of bone fragments fall from the mask to allow his remaining sets of eyes to show; each almost scarlet in color.
With the physical change completed, the necromancer speaks again, no longer having his magically bound monotone intact.
"I am what you might call a specialist in the manipulation of spirits. A necromancer." he responds at last, holding his own, now very draconic-looking grin.
The body hissed, shrinking
The spirits puppeteered her to roar again, starting to get the hang of the smaller movements that usually didn't require thought. Like breathing. They had forgotten to make the body breath at one point during the week and scrambled around for five minutes trying to figure out what had made it shut down. Shaking the head as if to disperse thoughts, they turned their attention back to the buck.
Though the necromancer stood
"Peto extraho animus!" he commands, and at the verbal cue one of the ghosts lingering within his massive scarlet antlers expells itself and moves at banshee speeds into the forest depths to seek out the origional soul of this dragon. Archelius knows well enough that if he gets the spirits out of this vessel, it would struggle to live until the correct soul is returned to it's body. Then again, there were many in this forest lingering soulless and living all the same - just with souls in the care of other deer and such.
Now the downside of sending one of the ghosts off to soul-seek... was that he now had less of an arsenal against this dragon, should it succeed in finding a path to attack from. He had to be careful now.
"Such will surely be your fate, should you take the wrong step, spirits." Archelius holds his ground firmly, watching the dragon lurk along the bank. Holding a more confident face than the confidence he felt, he lowers his head partway. "Though perhaps instead, I shall add you to my own spirit collection." he adds. A momentary shudder creeps across his spine as one of the souls he has on hold, a particularly corrupt one meant to be given to Osias later, cackles within his mind... feeding doubts and anxieties into the necromancer's mind.
"Operor non tempero mihi utor vos ut esca." he whispers, not to the posessed dragon body, but to the corrupted soul of Spill.
((This is old, but I'll share it. |D
http://endlessforest.org/community/one-last-battle-concluded
Fun fact: Darkweaver was dead once too... just like Cydae. |D ))
"¡Coño!" She cursed quietly,
((Oh this fail post. >.<))
Arch followed the dragon with
"Convoco!" he commands, speaking to the opposing spirits. He needed to absorb some of them for the power he'd need to handle this opponent, even if they don't necessarilly want to join him. His antlers appear to begin pulling the light out of the air around himself, dimming the immediate area and completely blackening the area around his horns as they resist the claws of his foe.
Fusion's body cringed in
It snarled and swung its tail around to shift its weight and jump away from the stag. Letting go of his tines, she leapt to his right, rinsing the scrapes in the water even though they stung. This body was fragile... their attention was captured by this realization and they lifted the forelegs to look at the cuts. This caused the dragon pain? These menial scratches? "What a pathetic beast..." It mumbled to itself. The dragon turned back to Archelius. It would have to be more careful.
EXPELLIARMUS sorry, I keep
sorry, I keep reading all that Latin and I Had to. /run
Kimiiiiiii. XD *Dies*
*snirk* Genius!
Archelius watched as the
More of a command than a request. He probably wouldn't be obliged just yet by these spirits, but he had to press on.
(Sorry for derping and not replying for so long!)
(It's totally fine. :3 ) The
The dragoness glared at him, her tail flicking slowly behind her. Why not humor the stag a little? "Winter food, scraped from vertical earth. A chorus rings within and around it. Hollow, but not dead. At its peak." The demons cackled, shooting a burst of fire at Archelius before leaping to the bank of the pond and taunting at him.
Arch raises a multi-eyed brow
HI BRO