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Post by Bahadur Mon Jul 26, 2021 4:57 pm


BAHADUR

General


Alias/Nicknames: The Corpse Prince, The Ashen Jester, The Fallen Flame, Yanan'Bir, Shadow Man
Race: Eldritch
Sub-species: Demonata (Higher Demon)
Gender / Sexuality: Male / Pansexual
Age: Unknown (Long since Forgotten)
Alignment: Adventurers Guild
Faction: Rebel Scorpius

Persona


Personality: Bahadur is a trickster at heart, always has been and always will.   He sees no point to existence if not to have fun, survival is only a delay to the grave that most will meet someday. Because of this he is far from a serious man in almost every situation, preferring to laugh and smile his way through tasks with maybe even a song or dance to convey his distance from conventional sanity. He will often seek to prank, mislead, wind up or stall others simply for the amusement and will end his actions with laughter assuming he hadn’t been doing so throughout.

But he is a creature with its own darkness, anger and depth beyond simply an eternal jester. Bahadur will grow angry with humans who disrespect Eldritch or Gaiayans, seeing them as children or toys who need to learn their place. Furthermore anyone who tries to get in the way of his fun will likely find themselves the victim of a prank of his at a later date, punishing their dull attempt at control through torment. But he is still a creature who loves the world even if he is one who burns it, seeing death as merely a clearing of the slate for the next growths, meaning that while he does not often murder himself he often cables in magics around death and encourages others kill when it lines up with the interests of the Outer lands.

History: No one knows how long it has been since the entity known as Yanan’ Bir leapt through the forests of Vyldermire. If you were to ask him, he would only say he remembers a day before he ever knew of the race they call humans, those were the days before he was known as a Creature of Olde. Regarded as a trickster spirit, the lithe, giggling creature who danced between canopies and crept through undergrowth was unique but harmless. He would play pranks on the elves, confuse the fae, and tell stories with the angels. His small orbs of light illuminating paths for those who were kind to the forest and respected those who dwelled within.

But then humans came, and he saw simply new folk to tease, mislead and play games with. The young ones however, prioritising survival above love for the world they now inhabited, didn’t to take kindly to the creature’s tricks. When hunters, woodsman, rumours of children, began to be led astray from the regular paths, the humans living near Yanan’Bir did not take to the creature as a light hearted and harmless neighbour. So they answered the same way many of their kind do, they declared war against whatever or whoever had been tormenting them. Travelling into the woods on mass with axes, cutting down trees not for materials but to punish the entity that would sit atop them laughing, they hunted animals not for food but to sell for money that would bring supposed monster hunters to their cause.

Heartbroken, lonely, driven to confusion by the hatred and aggression from the humans, the creature decided to use his blue flames not for pranks, but for real. Spreading an inferno of his control, scaring them away from the woods, damaging equipment and at first, buying time for the other things that lived inside the forest to escape. But the flames never stopped, they kept spreading, not out of control, but he just didn’t know when to stop. Before long the screams of fear became screams of those claimed by his power, and Yanan knew not what to do except laugh.

No one knows how long after that day it took, could have been weeks or decades, but as Sin spread across Vyldermire and the Eldritch grew in number, the once beloved trickster continued to wander the Western lands of the continent with his manic giggles echoing between the trees. Eventually though, by the time of the Holy War, the Fallen Flame emerged as a Demon, a powerful being who’s form had warped and corrupted into something unrecognisable. Other Eldritch came to name this being Bahadur, amongst some other nicknames, and he had reclaimed his control.

Throughout the Holy war, the Hunched form of Bahadur was spotted by many, dimly lit by the flicker of blue flames as his vengeance spread to scare and misdirect many human warbands or scouting parties. Only killing those of importance, and leaving the rest to flee in fear, the way they had driven away the critters he once thought of as friends. Throughout the Holy war he remained a constant thorn in the side of mortals, only finding himself beaten when his former brethren intervened and halted magic across the continent. Peace was signed, War ended, and Bahadur crept back into the shadows of the Outer Realm

It was sometime in the years since the peace treaty that he began to take on the form of a human himself, a shape that he enjoys for it’s mockery of the species he still blames for the continent’s downfall. Whether he at first realised the form he took wasn’t realistic… given it was very clearly the appearance of someone who had suffered burns over half of their body, had skin so pale it was clearly corpse like and their hair was permanently spiked and wild as if never dulled by a bed or rain or wind in it’s life. But he Corpse Prince as some villagers once called him bring unease, tension and disgust to many who see them stroll through town, so why would he ever wish to change it?

Likes:
- Scaring mortals
-Playing Games
-Making Deals
-Singing, Dancing and sharing stories
-Laughing

Dislikes:
-Humans
- Excessive Industrialisation
-Mass Slaughter
-Silence

Goal/Aspiration: To drive humans from Vyldermire someday. Whether by corrupting them or scaring them away to another world, however long it takes.

Key Fear/Adversary: They fear that humans will hunt and kill Gaiyans and Eldritch till only they remain. Or that the Gaiyans will simply bow down and hand the world to them.

Humanoid Appearance


Height: 5'10"
Body Type: Gaunt and lithe, some tone but nothing overly impressive
Hair: Wild and black, seemingly never falling or styled
Eyes: Bright and vibrant pale blue
Skin Tone: Lifelessly pale

Overall Appearance:
Image:
Bahadur D9a34a67da729cce648195f436953616
Image:
Bahadur 2965929ea582250ee5254f7a70cedf57

Demonata Appearance


Height: Between 6 and 10 Foot
Body Type: Built, toned and strong but always hunched over with terrible posture.
Hair: Tall blue hair that always moves as if underwater but upright like gravity is reversed
Eyes: Orbs of blue Fire with sparks of white at their centre
Skin Tone: Deep, corpse like blues and purples

Overall Appearance:
Image:
Bahadur Shabnam-nekounazar-bwonsamdi-final
Image:
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Post by Nessa Cordelia Lux Wed Jul 28, 2021 11:50 am

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@Bahadur wrote:

BAHADUR

General


Alias/Nicknames: The Corpse Prince, The Ashen Jester, The Fallen Flame, Yanan'Bir, Shadow Man
Race: Eldritch
Sub-species: Demonata (Higher Demon)
Gender / Sexuality: Male / Pansexual
Age: Unknown (Long since Forgotten)
Alignment: Adventurers Guild
Faction: Rebel Scorpius

Persona


Personality: Bahadur is a trickster at heart, always has been and always will.   He sees no point to existence if not to have fun, survival is only a delay to the grave that most will meet someday. Because of this he is far from a serious man in almost every situation, preferring to laugh and smile his way through tasks with maybe even a song or dance to convey his distance from conventional sanity. He will often seek to prank, mislead, wind up or stall others simply for the amusement and will end his actions with laughter assuming he hadn’t been doing so throughout.

But he is a creature with its own darkness, anger and depth beyond simply an eternal jester. Bahadur will grow angry with humans who disrespect Eldritch or Gaiayans, seeing them as children or toys who need to learn their place. Furthermore anyone who tries to get in the way of his fun will likely find themselves the victim of a prank of his at a later date, punishing their dull attempt at control through torment. But he is still a creature who loves the world even if he is one who burns it, seeing death as merely a clearing of the slate for the next growths, meaning that while he does not often murder himself he often cables in magics around death and encourages others kill when it lines up with the interests of the Outer lands.

History: No one knows how long it has been since the entity known as Yanan’ Bir leapt through the forests of Vyldermire. If you were to ask him, he would only say he remembers a day before he ever knew of the race they call humans, those were the days before he was known as a Creature of Olde. Regarded as a trickster spirit, the lithe, giggling creature who danced between canopies and crept through undergrowth was unique but harmless. He would play pranks on the elves, confuse the fae, and tell stories with the angels. His small orbs of light illuminating paths for those who were kind to the forest and respected those who dwelled within.

But then humans came, and he saw simply new folk to tease, mislead and play games with. The young ones however, prioritising survival above love for the world they now inhabited, didn’t to take kindly to the creature’s tricks. When hunters, woodsman, rumours of children, began to be led astray from the regular paths, the humans living near Yanan’Bir did not take to the creature as a light hearted and harmless neighbour. So they answered the same way many of their kind do, they declared war against whatever or whoever had been tormenting them. Travelling into the woods on mass with axes, cutting down trees not for materials but to punish the entity that would sit atop them laughing, they hunted animals not for food but to sell for money that would bring supposed monster hunters to their cause.

Heartbroken, lonely, driven to confusion by the hatred and aggression from the humans, the creature decided to use his blue flames not for pranks, but for real. Spreading an inferno of his control, scaring them away from the woods, damaging equipment and at first, buying time for the other things that lived inside the forest to escape. But the flames never stopped, they kept spreading, not out of control, but he just didn’t know when to stop. Before long the screams of fear became screams of those claimed by his power, and Yanan knew not what to do except laugh.

No one knows how long after that day it took, could have been weeks or decades, but as Sin spread across Vyldermire and the Eldritch grew in number, the once beloved trickster continued to wander the Western lands of the continent with his manic giggles echoing between the trees. Eventually though, by the time of the Holy War, the Fallen Flame emerged as a Demon, a powerful being who’s form had warped and corrupted into something unrecognisable. Other Eldritch came to name this being Bahadur, amongst some other nicknames, and he had reclaimed his control.

Throughout the Holy war, the Hunched form of Bahadur was spotted by many, dimly lit by the flicker of blue flames as his vengeance spread to scare and misdirect many human warbands or scouting parties. Only killing those of importance, and leaving the rest to flee in fear, the way they had driven away the critters he once thought of as friends. Throughout the Holy war he remained a constant thorn in the side of mortals, only finding himself beaten when his former brethren intervened and halted magic across the continent. Peace was signed, War ended, and Bahadur crept back into the shadows of the Outer Realm

It was sometime in the years since the peace treaty that he began to take on the form of a human himself, a shape that he enjoys for it’s mockery of the species he still blames for the continent’s downfall. Whether he at first realised the form he took wasn’t realistic… given it was very clearly the appearance of someone who had suffered burns over half of their body, had skin so pale it was clearly corpse like and their hair was permanently spiked and wild as if never dulled by a bed or rain or wind in it’s life. But he Corpse Prince as some villagers once called him bring unease, tension and disgust to many who see them stroll through town, so why would he ever wish to change it?

Likes:
- Scaring mortals
-Playing Games
-Making Deals
-Singing, Dancing and sharing stories
-Laughing

Dislikes:
-Humans
- Excessive Industrialisation
-Mass Slaughter
-Silence

Goal/Aspiration: To drive humans from Vyldermire someday. Whether by corrupting them or scaring them away to another world, however long it takes.

Key Fear/Adversary: They fear that humans will hunt and kill Gaiyans and Eldritch till only they remain. Or that the Gaiyans will simply bow down and hand the world to them.

Humanoid Appearance


Height: 5'10"
Body Type: Gaunt and lithe, some tone but nothing overly impressive
Hair: Wild and black, seemingly never falling or styled
Eyes: Bright and vibrant pale blue
Skin Tone: Lifelessly pale

Overall Appearance:
Image:
Bahadur D9a34a67da729cce648195f436953616
Image:
Bahadur 2965929ea582250ee5254f7a70cedf57

Demonata Appearance


Height: Between 6 and 10 Foot
Body Type: Built, toned and strong but always hunched over with terrible posture.
Hair: Tall blue hair that always moves as if underwater but upright like gravity is reversed
Eyes: Orbs of blue Fire with sparks of white at their centre
Skin Tone: Deep, corpse like blues and purples

Overall Appearance:
Image:
Bahadur Shabnam-nekounazar-bwonsamdi-final
Image:
Bahadur 029e187ede120b26f8ef3af50922a540

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