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Character Name: Ares Nymeron

Email address: Faile1987@hotmail.de

Division: Shayol Ghul

Circle : Dreadlord

 

 

Physical Description: Standing 5”9, Ares neither belongs to the tallest, nor to the most muscular men, his slenderness and often rather boyish looks added to his pale complexion to complete the appearance of utter innocence and a man of insignificance. A man who knew how to use this ability to blend in, almost become invisible. If he chose so that was. A second look though couldn´t belie his still attractive, some would call it pretty built had caught many a woman´s eye already, even though his face was marked most peculiarly by his unusual eye-color, one bright blue, the other one white as if blinded, yet it was a clear seeing white without the murkyness that would mark his as half-sightless. A mark that had earned him laughs and slights in childhood and suspicions and random accusations later on. And yet he wouldn´t hide it. Ares Whiteeye he was called by those who knew him and yet people soon knew better than to laugh or slight him.

 

Place of Birth/Raising: Chachin, Kandor

 

 

Character History:

 

He had always liked to play tricks on people. Starting out with harmless pranks, Ares Nymeron soon developed something others might call slyness, he himself referred to as skill in deceiving others by making them believe what he wanted them to believe, do what he wanted them to do. Yes, he was what was commonly called a spoilt child. A child that was used to get what he wanted, even though he was a mere descendant of a simple silk and wool merchant. Nothing special. Nothing that would draw attention to him. Nothing that would raise suspicions. People talked to tradesmen and willy-nilly Ares soon realized that if you made people talk, they got careless, let things slip they didn´t want anyone to hear.

 

A man´s secrets are his highest-priced treasures and his most deadly weapons if you use them against him. If you know how to do it without springing the trap before its time. Acquiring that knowledge he did, striving to get better and better at it even without his parents support as they soon lost interest in their son´s little follies, as long as he didn´t cause too much trouble. As soon as he didn´t leave a stain on their spotless reputation. As long as he was perfect and remained unnoticed.

 

And yet there were his eyes. Unnatural, said some, thinking the peculiar coloring of his eyes was to blame on some incident that had to have occurred before or during his birth, at least that was what the people of knowledge thought. Another point of view, one that followed Ares and later his entire family were the cries of Shadowspawn or Darkfriend with the result of the Dragon´s Fang being scrawled on their door more than once – if they were lucky since the Borderlanders weren´t notorious for trifling with matters related to the Shadow that was slowly consuming their small realm like an isle that was swallowed by water and soon would be no more. People knew and so did his family. Something must be wrong with that strange child that wasn´t ugly, but wouldn´t be called handsome either and kept apart from everyone living in his own secluded world the Light knows where, corresponding with the Light knew whom.

 

Uncanny. That was how Ares appeared to most people he met, his blue-white gaze cool and analysing, emotionless and calculating. People tried not to shrink away from him, tried to face his distorted gaze and yet not even his family could stand him around them much longer and it went even worse when he began to actually do things. Things that were even more supernatural than his entire looks and demeanor. Things that seemed harmless at first: making light where there was darkness, said some, conjuring shadows when there was only light said others and yet only his parents knew as they had seen him doing what no one had believed possible as he was supposed to light fire in the hearth for wet cloth to be dried on, but the kindling was wet and useless and yet there suddenly was a globe of fire dancing on their son´s upheld palm. The Nymerons did know the rumours to be true and soon they would spread which would mean the ruin of their wealthy well-going business. The end of their good reputation in town

 

And rumours did spread as certain as the sun rose and set every day. Rumours about what Ares was, what he could do. About a male channeller in their family. They couldn´t allow that, wouldn´t allow it. Son or no, they had to get rid of him and hired sell-swords and random assassins of which Chachin seemed to burst offered the needed possibility, money offered the needed means to get rid of their son who had become their problem.

 

And yet their son had made his own plans already far in advance of his parents who didn’t raise any suspicions before they felt the cold steel cutting their throats that let them know they had been too slow, had always been to slow for someone as deft in the study of the human mind as Ares was.

 

Long past he had chosen his path. Long past he had realized what he was and what his fate would be. And yet he knew he wouldn´t share the same inevitable fate as other male channellers. Some might regard him as cursed and doomed, yet he knew a way around it. A way that led him to the shadow and to new unknown boundaries, but also to new possibilities and freedom. A way whose risks and chances, but also offers he was ready and willing to take.

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