Post by Quirbles on Mar 24, 2022 11:26:37 GMT
HAEV ATORAN
HIGH ELF WHETPALM MANUS
NEUTRAL EVIL, SAGE BACKGROUND
NEUTRAL EVIL, SAGE BACKGROUND
AGE: 387
GENDER: MALE
HOME: CATACOMBS OF PRAACH
HEIGHT: 6'7"
WEIGHT 162 lbs.
LANGUAGES: COMMON | ELVISH | DEEP SPEECH
LATERALITY: AMBIDEXTROUS
GENDER: MALE
HOME: CATACOMBS OF PRAACH
HEIGHT: 6'7"
WEIGHT 162 lbs.
LANGUAGES: COMMON | ELVISH | DEEP SPEECH
LATERALITY: AMBIDEXTROUS
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[attr="style","grid-area:t1;padding-top:20px;"]STR
9 [-1]
9 [-1]
[attr="style","grid-area:t2;padding-top:20px;"]DEX
20 [+5]
20 [+5]
[attr="style","grid-area:t3;padding-top:20px;"]CON
10 [+0]
10 [+0]
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16 [+3]
16 [+3]
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16 [+3]
16 [+3]
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20 [+5]
20 [+5]
Having long since educated himself in the arcane arts, Haev Atoran was never quite the model sage at his place of tutelage. A lame caster, they'd called him-- blessed by the fates to weave magic, but gimped in all but the most important means to spin the cloth. A commoner by trade, yet a sorcerer by belief, Haev's denial of his own limitations extended far into his scholarly years; so long as he studied, he thought, the secrets of the arcane world would open to him. Practice made perfect! An idle mind was a rotting mind. Extra hours with the professors would bear fruit, in due time. Keep at it, young lad, and the very stars would be his limit.
As the years dragged on, it was soon apparent that such lies were never meant to come to fruition. That was the very nature of an untruth-- to deceive, to veil the writing upon the wall with garish promises of falsehoods and frivolities.
So imagine the young Haev, broken in both spirit and guidance. So much time wasted in pursuit of futile power-- for what was a mage if not the embodiment of the mortal exception? As he questioned the word of established principle, dared to think beyond the ordered structure of the arcane world, Haev Atoran was turned upon by his peers. Like ravenous rats, they set upon him to denigrate and devour. How many scholars had he met with to discuss his plight, only to be laughed at and turned away? How much time had been taken from him with no recourse? For a hundred years, he taught himself, outliving some who doubted him-- and those who kept pace laughed at him all the same. A fool, he was. The arcane did not reveal itself to the unworthy. What did he possess which made him an addendum to such a rule? Nothing, that's what. A hogwash-laden fraud who couldn't even shoot sparks from a wand or faerie fire from his fingertips.
An idiot. A lame idiot. He knew what they called him behind his back, as the years dragged on and his studies grew wearier and wearier. A laughingstock of the Exegetic Institute of Arcanology, neither fit nor fair enough to learn a spell. Wands and external foci were anathema to him-- what strength in the arcane he held was to come from his body and his body alone.
Haev Atoran was drawn to his wit's end. Years upon years of the grand solution evading him-- he consulted experts, sages, oracles, priests. When they gave him answers he would not-- could not-- accept, his studies drew him to the ancient knowledge held upon forgotten shelves. Within the dusty annals and libraries of the Northern Territories, Haev Atoran found what he had so desperately searched for. A means of strength. A means of growth.
The price to pay, in the end, was well worth it.
As the years dragged on, it was soon apparent that such lies were never meant to come to fruition. That was the very nature of an untruth-- to deceive, to veil the writing upon the wall with garish promises of falsehoods and frivolities.
So imagine the young Haev, broken in both spirit and guidance. So much time wasted in pursuit of futile power-- for what was a mage if not the embodiment of the mortal exception? As he questioned the word of established principle, dared to think beyond the ordered structure of the arcane world, Haev Atoran was turned upon by his peers. Like ravenous rats, they set upon him to denigrate and devour. How many scholars had he met with to discuss his plight, only to be laughed at and turned away? How much time had been taken from him with no recourse? For a hundred years, he taught himself, outliving some who doubted him-- and those who kept pace laughed at him all the same. A fool, he was. The arcane did not reveal itself to the unworthy. What did he possess which made him an addendum to such a rule? Nothing, that's what. A hogwash-laden fraud who couldn't even shoot sparks from a wand or faerie fire from his fingertips.
An idiot. A lame idiot. He knew what they called him behind his back, as the years dragged on and his studies grew wearier and wearier. A laughingstock of the Exegetic Institute of Arcanology, neither fit nor fair enough to learn a spell. Wands and external foci were anathema to him-- what strength in the arcane he held was to come from his body and his body alone.
Haev Atoran was drawn to his wit's end. Years upon years of the grand solution evading him-- he consulted experts, sages, oracles, priests. When they gave him answers he would not-- could not-- accept, his studies drew him to the ancient knowledge held upon forgotten shelves. Within the dusty annals and libraries of the Northern Territories, Haev Atoran found what he had so desperately searched for. A means of strength. A means of growth.
The price to pay, in the end, was well worth it.
CHARACTER INFORMATION
{PENUMBRAL SORCERY}
Haev’s intrinsic magical ability, while originally diminished, had been prevalent and innate enough to warrant his classification as a sorcerer during his time at the Exegetic Institute. Having long since remedied his abysmal connection to the arcane world, he now chooses to study more taboo arts— specifically, the ancient teachings of Magus Tenibrae, known to some as sorcerous shadow magicks. Dedication to this art, while taxing upon the body and mind, have granted him an array of unique benefits.
ARCANE EXTENSION
Haev may utilize a portion of his strength to greatly extend the duration of his spells. Enchantment episodes or weird states may be theoretically prolonged to indefinite degrees, depending on the severity of the psychological change and the allotted strength of the extension; additionally, barriers and other time-dependent spells may have their effects lengthened for a time.
UMBRAL RIGOR
Haev Atoran’s body is continuously cold.
NOX OCULI
Though his elven heritage has afforded him a degree of nocturnal vision, study of Magus Tenibrae has afforded Haev the ability to extend that boon even further. Additionally, his sight now even pierces magical means of darkness.
SUBLUSTRIS STRIDOR
An ancient technique afforded to those who are willing to push themselves closest to the brink of death. Haev possesses the ability to fade into shadow and walk through it without a trace, so long as he evacuates all air from his lungs and holds his breath while transporting himself. It is thought that the name stems from the sound made as the caster slips into shadow— a dull, raspy sound of breath leaving the body, not unlike a death rattle. The incantation is said to work due to the affected creature becoming so cold and unbreathing that the darkness embraces it willingly, much like oblivion embracing a corpse.
To the untrained, consequences of the technique borderline upon lethal. Emergence from shadow is often obvious, as casters often find themselves gasping for air upon resurfacing from shadow. Haev has trained himself, through trial and error, to fight this biological response— often making his arrivals silence, save for the briefest and quietest of inhalations.
Haev may utilize a portion of his strength to greatly extend the duration of his spells. Enchantment episodes or weird states may be theoretically prolonged to indefinite degrees, depending on the severity of the psychological change and the allotted strength of the extension; additionally, barriers and other time-dependent spells may have their effects lengthened for a time.
UMBRAL RIGOR
Haev Atoran’s body is continuously cold.
NOX OCULI
Though his elven heritage has afforded him a degree of nocturnal vision, study of Magus Tenibrae has afforded Haev the ability to extend that boon even further. Additionally, his sight now even pierces magical means of darkness.
SUBLUSTRIS STRIDOR
An ancient technique afforded to those who are willing to push themselves closest to the brink of death. Haev possesses the ability to fade into shadow and walk through it without a trace, so long as he evacuates all air from his lungs and holds his breath while transporting himself. It is thought that the name stems from the sound made as the caster slips into shadow— a dull, raspy sound of breath leaving the body, not unlike a death rattle. The incantation is said to work due to the affected creature becoming so cold and unbreathing that the darkness embraces it willingly, much like oblivion embracing a corpse.
To the untrained, consequences of the technique borderline upon lethal. Emergence from shadow is often obvious, as casters often find themselves gasping for air upon resurfacing from shadow. Haev has trained himself, through trial and error, to fight this biological response— often making his arrivals silence, save for the briefest and quietest of inhalations.
{MANY-HANDED MAGICKS}
Though his study of the penumbral comprises a majority of Haev’s natural ability, it is a long-forgotten school of magic— if one could even call it such a thing— that is practiced religiously by Haev Atoran.
Manus Furtum was first practiced by scholars of the greater ages; having existed long before arcane academia entered the mainstream, the school of thought posited the importance of the body above all else when casting; though foci were largely important, it was believed that the latent ability to cast certain forms of magic existed through some tangible force that resided within the flesh. Those who were not born with an abundance of this energy found themselves barred from the arcane world, both phyiscally and socially. Whether it was a product of the times or a regional practice, arcanology during the era of the Splayed-Palm Scholars was a very esoteric and prestigious matter.
It was believed that the most important part of the body for focusing arcane energies was the hand. As this was often the limb performing magic, it was believed that the abundance of unseen force which flowed through the limb was tantamount to enchanting both the hand and its fingers, in a sense; as usage of the hands for arcane means increased, the amount of latent energy within the limb would also increase. The tolerance for such forces would strengthen as well.
Haev Atoran applies a bastardization of this school of thought.
As the hands of mages are innately magical, he takes them.
Through a combination of grafting enchantments and focus-linking, Haev has taught himself the ability to utilize the severed hands of magically-attuned individuals for spellcasting as a means of supplanting his own weaknesses. By preserving the appendages in pairs and carving his own foci into the flesh of the palms, he can control the severed hands himself— as well as cast any known spells, invocations, or incantations of the previous owner. This was thought to be achievable in the older records of the Manus Furtum— Palm-Bounty Theft— but no records of its achievement had been recorded, nor utilized to the extent of Haev Atoran’s own technique.
By thieving the actual hands of mages, he himself gains their abilities— certain spells may be lost in the preservation process, depending upon the amount of decay present within the pair, but the sorcerer could theoretically preserve most known spells through the hand. As he has not yet stolen from extremely potent scholars, his range is not extreme— though, given his sheer amount of theft over the years, his repertoire of appropriated magic is certainly high.
Most of his stolen hands reside within his large feathered overcoat, stitched unto the inner lining by the fingers and back of the hand. Named his Coat of Arms, he is able to cast open his large outfit to reveal his collection— and, through the foci present upon their splayed palms, both aim and cast spells through it. The spells available to each hand are limited to the knowledge of their previous owner.
Manus Furtum was first practiced by scholars of the greater ages; having existed long before arcane academia entered the mainstream, the school of thought posited the importance of the body above all else when casting; though foci were largely important, it was believed that the latent ability to cast certain forms of magic existed through some tangible force that resided within the flesh. Those who were not born with an abundance of this energy found themselves barred from the arcane world, both phyiscally and socially. Whether it was a product of the times or a regional practice, arcanology during the era of the Splayed-Palm Scholars was a very esoteric and prestigious matter.
It was believed that the most important part of the body for focusing arcane energies was the hand. As this was often the limb performing magic, it was believed that the abundance of unseen force which flowed through the limb was tantamount to enchanting both the hand and its fingers, in a sense; as usage of the hands for arcane means increased, the amount of latent energy within the limb would also increase. The tolerance for such forces would strengthen as well.
Haev Atoran applies a bastardization of this school of thought.
As the hands of mages are innately magical, he takes them.
Through a combination of grafting enchantments and focus-linking, Haev has taught himself the ability to utilize the severed hands of magically-attuned individuals for spellcasting as a means of supplanting his own weaknesses. By preserving the appendages in pairs and carving his own foci into the flesh of the palms, he can control the severed hands himself— as well as cast any known spells, invocations, or incantations of the previous owner. This was thought to be achievable in the older records of the Manus Furtum— Palm-Bounty Theft— but no records of its achievement had been recorded, nor utilized to the extent of Haev Atoran’s own technique.
By thieving the actual hands of mages, he himself gains their abilities— certain spells may be lost in the preservation process, depending upon the amount of decay present within the pair, but the sorcerer could theoretically preserve most known spells through the hand. As he has not yet stolen from extremely potent scholars, his range is not extreme— though, given his sheer amount of theft over the years, his repertoire of appropriated magic is certainly high.
Most of his stolen hands reside within his large feathered overcoat, stitched unto the inner lining by the fingers and back of the hand. Named his Coat of Arms, he is able to cast open his large outfit to reveal his collection— and, through the foci present upon their splayed palms, both aim and cast spells through it. The spells available to each hand are limited to the knowledge of their previous owner.
{PITCHFIST MONGREL}
Borne from a specific channel of Magus Tenibrae magicks, Haev Atoran possesses the ability to summon an extension of the shadows in the form of a mutated and hunched hound. It possesses not a snout for a head and face, but a closed fist. When the fingers of its head are splayed, its yawning and lethal maw— placed directly within the center of its headward palm— is exposed to the air. The fingers of its fist are able to latch onto foes; Haev often targets the face, as the hound posseses a lengthy proboscis to implant a corrupt seed deep within the host. When this seed bursts, spiderlike hands worm free from the eyes, mouth, and nose of the victim, incapacitating them at best and outright killing them at the worst.
The hound also possesses the ability to drag foes with its clasping head, as it is uncharacteristically strong. As such, it is often the muscle during Haev’s projects.
The hound also possesses the ability to drag foes with its clasping head, as it is uncharacteristically strong. As such, it is often the muscle during Haev’s projects.
{BOUNTY OF PALMS}
CONSECRATED PAIR
WIZENED PAIR
SANCTIMONIOUS PAIR
IVY-COATED PAIR
LITHE-RINGED PAIR
Taken from an aspiring cleric who grew too close to the Whetpalm Manus.
They glimmer slightly beneath the moonlight. Ever so rarely, they crane towards one another as if yearning to clasp together in final prayer.
They glimmer slightly beneath the moonlight. Ever so rarely, they crane towards one another as if yearning to clasp together in final prayer.
WIZENED PAIR
Appropriated from one of Haev’s many critics. This one in particular vexed the Whetpalm Manus quite considerably. A shame he left his windows open in the summer months.
They are aged and wrinkled, and it is Atoran’s care that keeps them from falling further into entropy. Their fingers often spasm unprompted, as if waking from one nightmare to another.
They are aged and wrinkled, and it is Atoran’s care that keeps them from falling further into entropy. Their fingers often spasm unprompted, as if waking from one nightmare to another.
SANCTIMONIOUS PAIR
Clad in iridescent scales, perfectly glossed and maintained for countless decades.They bore well-manicured talons well before Haev’s theft. A fitting fate, that they should fall to him; they never were used correctly until he had taken them.
Each hand curls white-knuckled during rainfall, strangling an invisible assailant— though ultimately in vain.
Each hand curls white-knuckled during rainfall, strangling an invisible assailant— though ultimately in vain.
IVY-COATED PAIR
Vines curl around the fingers and palm of these hands, twining themselves along the supple flesh as if unwilling to part. Their connection to nature is unmistakable— it was how he had tricked them into his possession, after all.
Small flowers dot the twining branches, locked in eternal bloom— a remembrance of spring’s fateful rebirth, poetic and dire.
Small flowers dot the twining branches, locked in eternal bloom— a remembrance of spring’s fateful rebirth, poetic and dire.
LITHE-RINGED PAIR
Jewelry-laden, limber hands comprise Haev Atoran’s final pair. They had once belonged to his first student. So much promise was held betwixt those fingers…
While his coat is pulled tightly closed, they idly drum upon his chest, tracing their fingertips over his heart as if reaching gently for its embrace. With how alluringly they shone beneath the moonlight, how could he have resisted?
While his coat is pulled tightly closed, they idly drum upon his chest, tracing their fingertips over his heart as if reaching gently for its embrace. With how alluringly they shone beneath the moonlight, how could he have resisted?
SPELL LIST
{Cantrips}
MAGE HAND
CHILL TOUCH
SHOCKING GRASP
THUNDERCLAP
CHILL TOUCH
TOLL THE DEAD
DANCING LIGHTS
PRODUCE FLAME
MAGE HAND
CHILL TOUCH
SHOCKING GRASP
THUNDERCLAP
CHILL TOUCH
TOLL THE DEAD
DANCING LIGHTS
PRODUCE FLAME
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{1st}CHARM PERSON
BURNING HANDS
MAGE ARMOR
BURNING HANDS
MAGE ARMOR
{4th}DIMENSION DOOR
VITRIOLIC SPHERE
BLIGHT
VITRIOLIC SPHERE
BLIGHT
{7th}FINGER OF DEATH
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{2nd}KNOCK
SPIDER CLIMB
ZONE OF TRUTH
SPIDER CLIMB
ZONE OF TRUTH
{5th}PALM-BOUNTY HAND
ARCANE HAND
MODIFY MEMORY
ARCANE HAND
MODIFY MEMORY
{8th}SUNBURST
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{3rd}ERUPTING EARTH
VAMPIRIC TOUCH
MINUTE METEORS
FEIGN DEATH
VAMPIRIC TOUCH
MINUTE METEORS
FEIGN DEATH
{6th}DISINTEGRATE
{9th}N/A