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Character: Mourin Keese
Elemental: Shadow
Rank: Enthralled
Update Log:
1. In the dark of night, Mourin finds himself alone, pacing in the Eberbau windmill. He hears the whispers, and feels the chill of the air merge with the warmth of the shadow. It calls to him, and yet it rejects him, leaving his wrists marked with the chill of the dark. He’ll meet the shadows again.
2. A dramatic game of tag with his friends leads Mourin to the shadows once more. In the storm's landing clinic, he finds himself being watched once again, by the shadows. They mark him once again, the dark now laughing, mocking him. The game of tag continues, but Mourin sets his sights on a new target.
3. Mourin continues to tail the night, now joined by his friends. After searching to near exhaustion, the shadows show themselves once again. Perhaps they tire of toying with the young Caparii, or perhaps they finally find him worth their cold embrace. Either way, the chase has finished, and Mourin claims victory. And yet, the real games seem to have just begun.
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4.Worn by the commentary of his bond with Icey, Mourin realizes that Icey is more than just an elemental, and in spite of all of the questioning and doubting others confront him with, he has no intention of tearing his bond. For in finding the night, he did much more than find a way to chill drinks and dim lights. He found himself. (Tier Two update!)
5.Shit, where to even begin? Well for starters, since awakening at tier 2, Mourin had been more distant and cold ofcourse, finding social gatherings even more of a bother than he used to, intentionally dodging large gatherings, and generally being antisocial. He found himself wandering where the shadows led him for a long while, disconnecting from many of his old bonds, and the world around him. In some ways, he had already started to be consumed. But he still had warmth with the bonds he did keep. He still stayed openminded, and still kept his head above the waters.
6.A change in pace.
Abilities:
[Dim] They can make fireplaces and candles half as bright, but half as warm as well, providing it is within a ten block radius of them. [10]
[Frost] Their touch creates frost in a small area (whisper range) and the temperature lowers to a chill. [10]
[Freeze] They are able to use this ability to freeze or cool off liquids up to a tankard in volume, or even provide a cool touch to someone feeling feverish for a respite. [12]
[Frost II] They can make the average room they are within feel cold enough to see your breath, regardless of the warmth of a nearby fireplace, frost forming upon some surfaces.[-]
[Meld] They are able to melt into significantly dark corners to pass through a wall if the other side is also dark, though this is limited to a daily cast. They take what is worn (clothing), but not held items, and not another person/living thing. Takes a minute to meld, roughly, as well as reform. Can only be used as described, to traverse, and cannot interact with things whilst in shadow-form.[-]
[Freeze II] They can freeze containers of any liquid up to the size of the average barrel, and inflict minor cold burns to another by grabbing them.[-]
"In the Storms Landing Tavern, Mourin watches as Kinsey plays a game of bones with a shifty fisherman. Betting on the unlucky number seven, Kinsey beats the man with his own die. The fisherman in his fit of confused rage, accused Mourin of being a cheat and a "demon", before attacking Mourin, and attempting to steal Kinsey's money and run. Tempted by the whispers of his shadow, Mourin vaulted the table, and grabbed the unlucky fisherman, pushing him against the pillar. He whispered gibberish Fae in his ear, in an attempt to intimidate the man, and casted frost on his arm for effect. The man ran for the hills, and Mourin grinned all the while."-02/05/21
"On an eventful love day, Mourin and his elemental worked together to run an ice sculpting stand under the shade of a tree. He convinced a couple of his friends to give it a try, happy to have found a use for his chilling abilities, and even happier to be able to support such a peaceful festival. At Rolland's mention of his aesthetic not quite fitting the rest of the festivals warmer aura, Mourin casually remarked "Nothin wrong with bein a bit of a dark 'eart.", and despite the initial joking tone, Mourin found himself liking the title, and now wishes to prove Icey and he can be just as loving if not more so than anyone else. His gift to Kinsey, a carved ice swan, remains in form thanks to constant freezing." -02/14/21
"Mourin made a new friend, one like him. They spoke of their experiences, what made them similar, what made them different. They spoke of books, and clothes and mutually disliked folk. Mourins happy to have someone who gets it, and he hopes his friend from the shadows feels similarly. Even when their paths split."
Mourin wasn't going to die here. He made certain of that. Mourin is a survivor, a slinking shadow, who traverses the edges of the continent every other day, braving the weathers of the world. It would take a lot more to put him in the grave for good."
-MOURIN IS NO LONGER SHADOWBLESSED. BUT THE SHADOW STILL RESIDES WITH HIM, AND THE NIGHT STILL CALLS-
TO BE CONTINUED...
Character: Mourin Keese
Elemental: Shadow
Rank: Enthralled
Update Log:
1. In the dark of night, Mourin finds himself alone, pacing in the Eberbau windmill. He hears the whispers, and feels the chill of the air merge with the warmth of the shadow. It calls to him, and yet it rejects him, leaving his wrists marked with the chill of the dark. He’ll meet the shadows again.
2. A dramatic game of tag with his friends leads Mourin to the shadows once more. In the storm's landing clinic, he finds himself being watched once again, by the shadows. They mark him once again, the dark now laughing, mocking him. The game of tag continues, but Mourin sets his sights on a new target.
3. Mourin continues to tail the night, now joined by his friends. After searching to near exhaustion, the shadows show themselves once again. Perhaps they tire of toying with the young Caparii, or perhaps they finally find him worth their cold embrace. Either way, the chase has finished, and Mourin claims victory. And yet, the real games seem to have just begun.
-
4.Worn by the commentary of his bond with Icey, Mourin realizes that Icey is more than just an elemental, and in spite of all of the questioning and doubting others confront him with, he has no intention of tearing his bond. For in finding the night, he did much more than find a way to chill drinks and dim lights. He found himself. (Tier Two update!)
5.Shit, where to even begin? Well for starters, since awakening at tier 2, Mourin had been more distant and cold ofcourse, finding social gatherings even more of a bother than he used to, intentionally dodging large gatherings, and generally being antisocial. He found himself wandering where the shadows led him for a long while, disconnecting from many of his old bonds, and the world around him. In some ways, he had already started to be consumed. But he still had warmth with the bonds he did keep. He still stayed openminded, and still kept his head above the waters.
6.A change in pace.
Abilities:
[Dim] They can make fireplaces and candles half as bright, but half as warm as well, providing it is within a ten block radius of them. [10]
[Frost] Their touch creates frost in a small area (whisper range) and the temperature lowers to a chill. [10]
[Freeze] They are able to use this ability to freeze or cool off liquids up to a tankard in volume, or even provide a cool touch to someone feeling feverish for a respite. [12]
[Frost II] They can make the average room they are within feel cold enough to see your breath, regardless of the warmth of a nearby fireplace, frost forming upon some surfaces.[-]
[Meld] They are able to melt into significantly dark corners to pass through a wall if the other side is also dark, though this is limited to a daily cast. They take what is worn (clothing), but not held items, and not another person/living thing. Takes a minute to meld, roughly, as well as reform. Can only be used as described, to traverse, and cannot interact with things whilst in shadow-form.[-]
[Freeze II] They can freeze containers of any liquid up to the size of the average barrel, and inflict minor cold burns to another by grabbing them.[-]
"In the Storms Landing Tavern, Mourin watches as Kinsey plays a game of bones with a shifty fisherman. Betting on the unlucky number seven, Kinsey beats the man with his own die. The fisherman in his fit of confused rage, accused Mourin of being a cheat and a "demon", before attacking Mourin, and attempting to steal Kinsey's money and run. Tempted by the whispers of his shadow, Mourin vaulted the table, and grabbed the unlucky fisherman, pushing him against the pillar. He whispered gibberish Fae in his ear, in an attempt to intimidate the man, and casted frost on his arm for effect. The man ran for the hills, and Mourin grinned all the while."-02/05/21
"On an eventful love day, Mourin and his elemental worked together to run an ice sculpting stand under the shade of a tree. He convinced a couple of his friends to give it a try, happy to have found a use for his chilling abilities, and even happier to be able to support such a peaceful festival. At Rolland's mention of his aesthetic not quite fitting the rest of the festivals warmer aura, Mourin casually remarked "Nothin wrong with bein a bit of a dark 'eart.", and despite the initial joking tone, Mourin found himself liking the title, and now wishes to prove Icey and he can be just as loving if not more so than anyone else. His gift to Kinsey, a carved ice swan, remains in form thanks to constant freezing." -02/14/21
"Mourin made a new friend, one like him. They spoke of their experiences, what made them similar, what made them different. They spoke of books, and clothes and mutually disliked folk. Mourins happy to have someone who gets it, and he hopes his friend from the shadows feels similarly. Even when their paths split."
Mourin wasn't going to die here. He made certain of that. Mourin is a survivor, a slinking shadow, who traverses the edges of the continent every other day, braving the weathers of the world. It would take a lot more to put him in the grave for good."
-MOURIN IS NO LONGER SHADOWBLESSED. BUT THE SHADOW STILL RESIDES WITH HIM, AND THE NIGHT STILL CALLS-
TO BE CONTINUED...
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