Filendie's Journal

[Filendie]

Filendie

Level: ??

Name: Filendie Garren

Element: Ice

Age: 28

Race: Human

Birth Place: Rumor

Class: Dark Arch Mage

Appearance: Filendie’s appearance is somewhat unsociable to most people. To them he seems the unwelcoming type of person that wouldn’t even spit on you if you were on fire. His slightly feminine face is well curved and appears to be sculpted from the finest pale clay by the finest sculptor, almost too perfect and has been mistaken for one of the Elven several times. His perfect features are framed by Jet Black Hair, which is neatly swept back away from his eyes and flows freely down to his broad shoulders. When even the barest spot of sun light catches his long mane it changes from a midnight sky to storm of slivers and greys. His slender figure makes him seem fragile and delicate but under the skin he is battle hardened and wont hesitate to defend himself or fight for what he believes in. His small frame is only very slightly toned and stands five foot eleven inches tall. His long black leather trench-coat comfortably hides a tight black tank top and a figure hugging pair of boot-cut leather trousers that rest on black leather shoes. His eyes are tainted through years of constant use in the dark arts of magic, making it appear like his eyes have absorbed the very ink from the pages he once studied from. Weather day or night his eyes remain as two all seeing black pupils, making him seem emotionless, even the rare smiles he cracks his lips into seem fake and un-meant. People who do gaze into those black holes get drawn in and are lost in the dark pools of nothingness.

Personality: He may look like the dark crusader or the wannabe bad boy, but he is a reasonable. His abilities show a different side of him as an icy tempered Dark Mage who has the eyes as dark and a midnight sky. But in truth he spends his time training and occasionally protecting places he visits if needed. He is a sharp spoken person and could cut you off in the middle of an argument with a motion of his hand and a stare from those eyes.

History: Filendie was born in the farming village of Rumor, which was located south-west of Alasea. The village was the main source of food for many places like Gelph, Tular and The Isles of Kell. The crops grew so well due to many small rivers which ran straight through the village. They were linked to the pure waters of The Moon Lake, which spilled out next to the boiling seas. While Filendie was still young his father took him on his cart to Gelph so he too could learn the family trade quickly while his mother stayed home and farmed. He would go on the cart once or twice every moon and enjoy spending time with his father. When he got older he was even allowed to cross over on the boat to the Isles of Kell to deliver goods to the stores and clients. Kell was spanned across three islands with vast towns on each one. All sorts of people resided on the islands, shady as well as friendly. When he was nineteen he was aloud to take his first load of farmed and fished goods by himself to Gelph. This carried on for a few months while he got used to his own company and the art of bartering on his own without his father to back him up. He was no way as good at selling things and often came back with less than what the cargo was worth. He gradually got better until he even surpassed his father at trading. The first time he came back with over twice the amount the cargo was he was aloud to travel to Tular. As good as he may have been, the people in Tular didn’t have the same respect for him as they did for his father. He came back without selling anything and instead tried his hand at the Isles Of Kell. At the three Isles he was doing well, selling almost everything at the first Isle, buying more in cheap bulk and selling it for more than it was worth. His parents were extremely pleased and his father only made trips to Tular and the rest of the time helped with the farming so Filendie could sell more.

One day he arrived on the last of the three Islands with more supplies than normal. It was the end of the week and he had sold goods to most of the people. but while he was delivering food to one of the libraries, his client tried to get one over on him and refused to pay. Once they found out Filendie wasn’t going to leave without payment of some sorts the man gave up but quickly realised he couldn’t afford to pay him. After much arguing and reasoning the owned of the library came out of one of the back rooms with something under his cloak and was acting rather suspicious. Filendie grew weary and stood as he reached the table with a hand resting on his daggers hilt. The man revealed a book which looked in perfect condition but he claimed it was the oldest and rarest book he had, and he was willing to give it up in payment of everything he had. At first Filendie declined, but once he uttered the first passage from the book a spark of Balefire ignited on one of the pages. Snapping the book closed he made it a deal. On his hurried journey home he couldn’t take his eyes off of the book and barely missed hitting a tree on several occasions. Once he arrived home receive a scalding from his parents, they were growing greedy due to the riches Filendie was delivering them. He tried to tell them about it but they merely took the book from him and threw it on the fire. He stormed out in a rage and stayed the night with the horses in the stable. The next day Filendie made his way back into the house and readied for his journey back to Kell, on his way out the door he noticed the book was still in tact under the burnt remains of the coals without a single blemish or burn mark. Tucking the book away he made his way out, saddled up the horses, loaded up the cart and headed back to Kell. He found that he could only practice with a weapon charged with dark power and ritualised in the wine of the mother, which he figured, was the blood of an animal charged with elemental gifts. He didn’t return home that night, instead he bought a staff and practiced the ritual to find the wine of the mother.

To his surprise a deer poked its head from around the corner of a tree almost straight away. He smiled at the beauty of the creature, but quickly realised he already had his hand on his daggers hilt. He reached out his free hand toward it and it gullibly came towards him. He sat and petted the creature for a small while, at the same time plucking up courage to do what was needed. Without hesitation he closed his eyes and cut the dear deep into its soft flesh. He held it down until it stopped convulsing and breathed a sigh of relief. Wasting no time he looked around for anyone watching and began extracting the heart. Once done he drenched his newly bought weapon until not one part of it was anything but red. He rested the heart on the crystal at the tip of the staff carefully and said the books incantation. He watched as the red seeped into the metal of the staff and the heart was sucked dry, looking at himself he had no blood remaining on his clothes. Picking up the staff he turned to run from the corpse of the dear, but before he did, something made him touch it with the end of his staff. Its pink flesh was sucked dry of blood as the flesh turned grey, the hairs singed and burned away and the whole dear burst into balefire until nothing was left. The crystal was turned from a bright white to a dark red, almost black. He hid his staff in the stump of a tree and as much as it pained him he left it to head home. From that day he practiced from the book every time he went to Kell on his own. He got stronger quickly and memorised the entire book in a few days. He learned of a power ritual and adapted it to drain the energy of the book. One day he went to his staff to find a Raven standing over it. He thought nothing of it but noticed it watched him practice. Every day afterwards it was there waiting for him until he gave it a name and it began to travel with him. One night it spoke to him in a way he could understand and had learnt from the book that he had been chosen by the bird so it became his familiar. The more time he spend with the bird he had name Setil the more he became connected with it through the mind as well as senses.

Wanting more knowledge and finding no other books he could learn from, he grew bitter and didn’t want anyone else to learn what he had. Having already draining the book he destroyed it by simply throwing it on the same fire it had been tossed on before. He abandoned his village and family in search of other books like it in order to find out more. He travelled for what it felt like an eternity and it took him years to find the next book. By this time he was powerful enough to learn and master every spell behind the covers in only a few weeks. Finding another book a few months later he settled down in Windhan next to the barrier Islands and practiced the art of dark magic further in peace. After a few more months he became bored of perfecting his skills and left the village quickly. His search for knowledge took him all the way across Alasea to Penryn, being the closest place to Blackhall where everything was dark and chaos, he figured he would find something new. Not surprisingly he found many more volumes in wreckages in which to study further but waited until he was safer, away from Blackhall.

He carried on his studies, which took him to Lands End, Port Rawl and finally Shadowbrook where he stopped and perfected his techniques. There were few other places to visit but Alesea was growing more and more over-run by more and more powerful beings. Even with his adept knowledge of the dark arts it was still hard to travel as little as a few miles out of town without help or a scout, but this was not an option as the Dark Arts quickly linked a person to the Ill’Guard and was quickly disposed of. He now spends his time working as a librarian, studying Alasea’s past whenever he can and learning about something called a Focus point and wondering if it could be of use to him.

Weapons: Staff, Dagger, Wand

Familiar: Setil a very smart Raven

Magic/Fusions:
>Trainee
>Level One
>Level Two
>Level Three
>Level Four
>Level Five
>Level Six
>Level Seven
>Level Eight
>Level Nine: Powered Up (Mod’s Only)
>Level Ten: Higher Being (Super Mod’s Only)