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Post by Nemarius the Watcher Fri Jul 23, 2021 7:29 pm


NEMARIUS THE WATCHER

General


Alias/Nicknames: Kirigan, Redfoot, The Sentinel, Shamsiel
Race: Gaiyan
Sub-species: Angel
Gender / Sexuality: He/They, Pansexual
Age: 827
Alignment: Rogue
Faction: N/A


Persona


Personality: If you were to ask someone to describe Kirigan, known to some as Redfoot, they would have very polarising comments. He’s a fun guy, and very rarely one to cause a dull moment. He’s charming, playful, a bit of a tease and one who never likes to stand still. When he appears he is either on some form of adventure for the prospect of coin and knowledge, or he is buying rounds at the local tavern till even he passes out under a table or in someone’s chambers. The number one rule however is not to consider him a permanent ally, he gains no joy from betrayal and he does not seek to but he is a survivor at all costs and that means if his choice is between letting you get caught or simply not completing the task and he himself having his life risked, he will do so.

That is of course assuming the betrayal would not lead to death, for if the situation leads to where his allies would meet their end, then the reality of Kirigan intervenes. Wielding radiant light, fighting like unseen previously and not resting till the disaster is averted. Amongst those he is still unsure of, he will reveal his heritage but not his nature or name. But amongst those he deems worthy of knowing he will tell his name. Maybe even his story, and he will speak to them in a way that more accurately reflects the angel within.

For under his playboy exterior lies Nemarius the watcher, a valiant and stalwart defender of peace and life. A man who while no saint in his virtues, sees the ends as justifying his means. His life is one of battle whether through words or sword and spear and it is one he does well but it is not a life he loves. He carries weapons not because he finds a beauty in their art or a power in their control, he only fights for the sake of those who cannot or will not. And he has seen how those around a war suffer regardless, and he will not allow his guard to slip lest another war no matter how large or small endanger the continent once more.

History: The earliest records of the Angel first known as Shamsiel come from over 400 years before the end of the Holy War. While Gaiyans as a whole chose to stay neutral during the war it is no secret they still suffered from it, both their civilians and their natural places becoming upturned and threatened by both sides in their conflict. It was for this reason that some of those able to fight, journeys to the mainland in order to protect anyone who could not protect themselves. In particular however, an Angel clad in large armour and wielding a valiant spear was seen defending the entrance to a long abandoned shrine once constructed by the elves. Word travelled and a group of elves with non combatants and children amongst them journeys to this shrine in order to seek the protection of the one who stood guard.

The sentinel as he would become known, would watch day and night for any sign of conflict, cutting down any who threatened the safety of those under his care and helping evacuate to new locations whenever the prospect of a full scale battle came too close to ignore. At first it is said he began to hate the other races, believing humans and Eldritch undeserving of Vyldermire and that this war was evidence they were the land’s greatest threats due to their unparalleled greed and aggression. Each time he was forced to fight against warbands, skirmishers and scouts, not to mention bandits, he would find his inner hatred growing and his connection to Fleuve’ir fading. With each day his glow was getting dimmer and his wings losing their vibrancy. Despite his endurance and dedication to protecting the innocent, rumour has it he was on the brink when a family of humans came to their camp. At first he tried to send them away, not allowing them to even lay eyes on the tents of his elven allies, but when he saw the wounded child amongst their number he realised the truth of the war. It was not Gaiyans versus the world, it was not eldritch versus humans, the truth was that those who chose not to wield a sword could still suffer from one.

After that day he began taking in as many refugees as they found, even picking up allies to defend the group along the way, many of both were Anthros. By the time the successfully evacuated the collection away from conflict heavy areas his glow had returned and his wings were restored. The sentinel spent the remainder of the war Popping up whoever they may be needed, evacuating settlements within day’s ride of battle or monitoring the roads for bandits seeking to profit from the chaos. It was only within the last hundred years of the war he finally returned to Ilyanor. Resting, recovering, seeing the beauty of the Gaiyan’s creations and remembering what the war was stealing from the continent even more than just mortal life. Once more surrounded by those who remembered his original name, Shamsiel, he proudly was a part of the host who stood by to protect the ritual which lead to the war’s end.

With peace for the first time in his life, a newfound understanding of the mortal races and much blood on his hands, Shamsiel swore himself to a new life for a new era. It was here he took the new name of Nemarius, and while some stories still know him as the Sentinel h now thought of himself as the Watcher. Only taking on his armoured for min times of need, he instead would dedicate his life to travelling Vyldermire and living alongside it’s mortal inhabitants. He wished to protect them, to guarantee their peace would last, but very quickly he became untrusting of others once more. He began to believe that it was only a matter of time before Humans or Eldritch declared war once more and even if it too would end, how many would die before it did. He also knew however that few crimes are committed in the presence of one they know will punish such activity, the only way to see the truth in Humanity and the Eldritch would be to blend with their communities.

This was how Kirigan was born. A travelling scoundrel of sorts, always finely dressed and sporting an even finer smirk. A rogue who would sell his sword for coin, trade secrets for deeper secrets and spend all his secrets and coin on nights of celebration where he was surrounded by company enough to make any creature blush. An exterior which could not be trusted, and only sought it’s own gain in order to hide an interior who longed for the days he would truly feel such watchful gaze would not be necessary. In recent days, more and more are discerning that Kirigan is no human due to his eternal youth, but most are yet to figure out the specifics. To temporary friends, civilians or simply this who are present at times of severe distress, he will reveal his heritage and potential, but rarely his name. Nemarius hates few people, he just trusts even fewer.

Likes:
-Real-
.The tales and memories of long past days
.Vengeance
.Music
.Harmony

-Fake-
.Survival
.Money
.Lust
.Trickery

Dislikes:
-Real-
.Tyranny
.Anarchy
.Injustice
.Conquest

-Fake-
.Working for no personal gain
.Blind loyalty or honesty
.Insects
.Dull alcohol

Goal/Aspiration: To bring everlasting peace at last, to see each race life in harmony with each other and have Gaiyans respected for their wisdom, memory and power.

Key Fear/Adversary: He is plagued by paranoia that another war is forever on the horizon. He fears that the other Races cannot be trusted to keep the peace and thus is falls to Gaiyans like him to be ready, yet he worries they will not be.


Human Appearance


Height: 5'10"
Body Type: Athletically toned, balanced muscle between both upper and lower body.
Hair: Long and wavy dark brown hair with a thick and perfectly cared for goatee with chin strap (see picture)
Eyes: Naturally Blue but glow red when casting magic
Skin Tone: Warm Tan. Despite his casual lies of being human, even he is unable to halt his natural angelic quality of a faint ethereal glow from his skin when feeling heightened emotion
Natural "Human" Appearance:

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Angelic "Battle" Appearance


Height: 6'8"
Body Type: Large and proportioned as if built with muscle. However any detail is unknown due to his angelic form always being encased in heavy plate armour
Hair: Always hidden by Armour, though technically same as stated above.
Eyes: Celestial yellow and white
Skin Tone:  While under the armour he merely looks like a bulkier, more powerful version of his human appearance he glows with such bright radiant light it is near impossible to tell.
Angelic "War" Appearance:

Spoiler:
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@Nemarius the Watcher wrote:

NEMARIUS THE WATCHER

General


Alias/Nicknames: Kirigan, Redfoot, The Sentinel, Shamsiel
Race: Gaiyan
Sub-species: Angel
Gender / Sexuality: He/They, Pansexual
Age: 827
Alignment: Rogue
Faction: N/A


Persona


Personality: If you were to ask someone to describe Kirigan, known to some as Redfoot, they would have very polarising comments. He’s a fun guy, and very rarely one to cause a dull moment. He’s charming, playful, a bit of a tease and one who never likes to stand still. When he appears he is either on some form of adventure for the prospect of coin and knowledge, or he is buying rounds at the local tavern till even he passes out under a table or in someone’s chambers. The number one rule however is not to consider him a permanent ally, he gains no joy from betrayal and he does not seek to but he is a survivor at all costs and that means if his choice is between letting you get caught or simply not completing the task and he himself having his life risked, he will do so.

That is of course assuming the betrayal would not lead to death, for if the situation leads to where his allies would meet their end, then the reality of Kirigan intervenes. Wielding radiant light, fighting like unseen previously and not resting till the disaster is averted. Amongst those he is still unsure of, he will reveal his heritage but not his nature or name. But amongst those he deems worthy of knowing he will tell his name. Maybe even his story, and he will speak to them in a way that more accurately reflects the angel within.

For under his playboy exterior lies Nemarius the watcher, a valiant and stalwart defender of peace and life. A man who while no saint in his virtues, sees the ends as justifying his means. His life is one of battle whether through words or sword and spear and it is one he does well but it is not a life he loves. He carries weapons not because he finds a beauty in their art or a power in their control, he only fights for the sake of those who cannot or will not. And he has seen how those around a war suffer regardless, and he will not allow his guard to slip lest another war no matter how large or small endanger the continent once more.

History: The earliest records of the Angel first known as Shamsiel come from over 400 years before the end of the Holy War. While Gaiyans as a whole chose to stay neutral during the war it is no secret they still suffered from it, both their civilians and their natural places becoming upturned and threatened by both sides in their conflict. It was for this reason that some of those able to fight, journeys to the mainland in order to protect anyone who could not protect themselves. In particular however, an Angel clad in large armour and wielding a valiant spear was seen defending the entrance to a long abandoned shrine once constructed by the elves. Word travelled and a group of elves with non combatants and children amongst them journeys to this shrine in order to seek the protection of the one who stood guard.

The sentinel as he would become known, would watch day and night for any sign of conflict, cutting down any who threatened the safety of those under his care and helping evacuate to new locations whenever the prospect of a full scale battle came too close to ignore. At first it is said he began to hate the other races, believing humans and Eldritch undeserving of Vyldermire and that this war was evidence they were the land’s greatest threats due to their unparalleled greed and aggression. Each time he was forced to fight against warbands, skirmishers and scouts, not to mention bandits, he would find his inner hatred growing and his connection to Fleuve’ir fading. With each day his glow was getting dimmer and his wings losing their vibrancy. Despite his endurance and dedication to protecting the innocent, rumour has it he was on the brink when a family of humans came to their camp. At first he tried to send them away, not allowing them to even lay eyes on the tents of his elven allies, but when he saw the wounded child amongst their number he realised the truth of the war. It was not Gaiyans versus the world, it was not eldritch versus humans, the truth was that those who chose not to wield a sword could still suffer from one.

After that day he began taking in as many refugees as they found, even picking up allies to defend the group along the way, many of both were Anthros. By the time the successfully evacuated the collection away from conflict heavy areas his glow had returned and his wings were restored. The sentinel spent the remainder of the war Popping up whoever they may be needed, evacuating settlements within day’s ride of battle or monitoring the roads for bandits seeking to profit from the chaos. It was only within the last hundred years of the war he finally returned to Ilyanor. Resting, recovering, seeing the beauty of the Gaiyan’s creations and remembering what the war was stealing from the continent even more than just mortal life. Once more surrounded by those who remembered his original name, Shamsiel, he proudly was a part of the host who stood by to protect the ritual which lead to the war’s end.

With peace for the first time in his life, a newfound understanding of the mortal races and much blood on his hands, Shamsiel swore himself to a new life for a new era. It was here he took the new name of Nemarius, and while some stories still know him as the Sentinel h now thought of himself as the Watcher. Only taking on his armoured for min times of need, he instead would dedicate his life to travelling Vyldermire and living alongside it’s mortal inhabitants. He wished to protect them, to guarantee their peace would last, but very quickly he became untrusting of others once more. He began to believe that it was only a matter of time before Humans or Eldritch declared war once more and even if it too would end, how many would die before it did. He also knew however that few crimes are committed in the presence of one they know will punish such activity, the only way to see the truth in Humanity and the Eldritch would be to blend with their communities.

This was how Kirigan was born. A travelling scoundrel of sorts, always finely dressed and sporting an even finer smirk. A rogue who would sell his sword for coin, trade secrets for deeper secrets and spend all his secrets and coin on nights of celebration where he was surrounded by company enough to make any creature blush. An exterior which could not be trusted, and only sought it’s own gain in order to hide an interior who longed for the days he would truly feel such watchful gaze would not be necessary. In recent days, more and more are discerning that Kirigan is no human due to his eternal youth, but most are yet to figure out the specifics. To temporary friends, civilians or simply this who are present at times of severe distress, he will reveal his heritage and potential, but rarely his name. Nemarius hates few people, he just trusts even fewer.

Likes:
-Real-
.The tales and memories of long past days
.Vengeance
.Music
.Harmony

-Fake-
.Survival
.Money
.Lust
.Trickery

Dislikes:
-Real-
.Tyranny
.Anarchy
.Injustice
.Conquest

-Fake-
.Working for no personal gain
.Blind loyalty or honesty
.Insects
.Dull alcohol

Goal/Aspiration: To bring everlasting peace at last, to see each race life in harmony with each other and have Gaiyans respected for their wisdom, memory and power.

Key Fear/Adversary: He is plagued by paranoia that another war is forever on the horizon. He fears that the other Races cannot be trusted to keep the peace and thus is falls to Gaiyans like him to be ready, yet he worries they will not be.


Human Appearance


Height: 5'10"
Body Type: Athletically toned, balanced muscle between both upper and lower body.
Hair: Long and wavy dark brown hair with a thick and perfectly cared for goatee with chin strap (see picture)
Eyes: Naturally Blue but glow red when casting magic
Skin Tone: Warm Tan. Despite his casual lies of being human, even he is unable to halt his natural angelic quality of a faint ethereal glow from his skin when feeling heightened emotion
Natural "Human" Appearance:

Spoiler:
Nemarius the Watcher Ar183o587l261


Angelic "Battle" Appearance


Height: 6'8"
Body Type: Large and proportioned as if built with muscle. However any detail is unknown due to his angelic form always being encased in heavy plate armour
Hair: Always hidden by Armour, though technically same as stated above.
Eyes: Celestial yellow and white
Skin Tone:  While under the armour he merely looks like a bulkier, more powerful version of his human appearance he glows with such bright radiant light it is near impossible to tell.
Angelic "War" Appearance:

Spoiler:
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