飛段's Characters:

Name: Velindrel
Age: Somewhere in his four hundred's.
Race: Undead, previously human.
Appearance: Velindrel is completely skeletal, with no remaining flesh clinging to his bones. His bones are a cold, grayish hue, and stands at a height of 5'5", mostly due to the lessened height from having no meat to pad him up. He always wears a long hooded cloak, and and an amulet around his neck that was a gift from when he was still alive, though he does not remember who it was from.
Bio: Velindrel had always been curious of the Dark Arts even when he was still alive and mortal. As a swordsman, he previously worked as a mercenary within the kingdom of Humans, or Erathian, as the Humans called it. During one of his missions to acquire an artifact from the Deadlands (as the Humans called the kingdom of the Undead), he was struck down by poison when battling a lich. Due to the dark energy that was dominant within the country, he re-awoke as skeleton several years later. He gradually abandoned his former skills as a swordsman and began learning magic instead, becoming a lich like the one who had killed him, specializing in poison and pyro magic.
Skills: Dark magic (poison in particular), and Pyro magic. He can also wield a sword pretty well when needed, though he doesn't like doing so as it reminded him of his past life.
Known Weapons: An elder staff with an emerald atop, two small silver daggers, several scrolls with various spells enchanted within, and a longsword.
Other: He is a practical prankster who enjoys scaring others with his skeletal looks. He generally avoids combat when possible, and prefers to spend his time wandering around, sightseeing the world.


For reference:
Country of the Beastfolk: Ahg'shav (Beastfolk)
Country of the Undead: Deadlands (Humans)
Country of the Humans: Erathian (Humans)

Velindrel was careful to keep most of his face covered with a large piece of clothe that was like a scarf, wrapped around his neck, as he walked. He was currently in Ahg'shav, land of the Beasts (thought they'd have a more 'guttural'-sounding name for their kingdom), and he was wary. All kingdoms with the exception of the Humans were quite sensitive to the scent of the undead, as he had found out the hard way. Beast-folk weren't as sensitive as the Mythical races nor the Elven folk, but they could still smell rotting flesh a mile (or in some cases, miles) away. He was grateful that he had ended up a skeleton and not a zombie, their decaying flesh would be a dead giveaway.

At the moment, he was in the countrysides near a large forest, the 'border' that separated the Ahg'shav and Erathian. The forest was known for its many different inhabitants, from normal creatures like deer and bears to Mahjuu, creatures that were more intelligent or powerful than usual animals, but not yet 'qualified' to be considered Beast nor Mythical, such as the Acromantula or the Slimes family. Most creatures tended to leave him alone, as attacking him would give them no food unless they lived off calcium.

Brushing aside a few branches to make way deeper into the forest, Velindrel was startled when a deer pranced past him in a blurred flash of brown, disappearing out of sight within seconds. The deer hadn't even so much as looked at him, probably thinking he was some sort of weirdly-shaped rock. The lich left it alone, as he was after the more toxic creatures of the forest. Their venom often inspired him when he was experimenting with more ways of twisting the magics of Poison.

((ShadowXV would like to join in on this RP, is that okay with you? :O))

Had Velindrel still possessed eyelids, he would have blinked, when the twig dropped down in front of him. He had heard the snap and the crack before the branch fell, so he looked up, the flicker behind his nonexistent eyes searching. Most creatures left him alone, but the territorial ones might be a bit more aggressive against 'intruders' like him. At first he saw nothing but leaves and bark, but then he saw a...mass that didn't look very treelike, perched atop a branch. It looked like one of the species of Mahjuus known as Lizardmen, but Lizardmen usually didn't have any hair and had dark blue and green scales...not to mention they tended to be much more uglier.

Cocking his head to the side in slight puzzlement, Velindrel pointed his staff towards the branch, casting a Decay spell at it. Decay spells were mild and usually did not kill unless the target's life was weak, but instead was quite handy for clearing away tall grass or tangling bushes when traveling, as it caused the plantlife to curl and shrivel up, leaving the path clear. The lich wanted to force the creature - whatever it was - to show itself, yet not outright attack it until he figured out its intentions first.

((...I just realized, playing as a skeleton has its drawbacks, he wouldn't be able to speak as they don't have vocal cords...:headdesk:))

His head was still cocked to the side as he regarded the creature before him coolly. So it wasn't a Lizardman. But it wasn't like anything he'd ever seen before, either. The scales were quite pretty, and she appeared reptilian, but he couldn't discern what kind of creature she could be. Her degree of intelligence told him she definitely wasn't a Mahjuu, in any case, which would mean he should at least be able to communicate with her to some degree. Only problem? He lacked a vocal cord, and he had no idea how to write in the language of the Beastfolk. Hoping that the person before her would understand Common (the most common language amongst all the kingdoms, namely the Human's, as they're everywhere), he waved his staff and it emitted a long string of smoke, which he formed into words:

"I'm sorry, I had thought you were perhaps a Mahjuu with hostile intentions." He wrote, "If I disturbed you, I apologize. I hope you were not hurt?"

((Hmm...don't you think you might be overpowering him a little bit? o_O Normal humans can't fly...))

((I think our posts are pretty much the same length, since I use two Indents which means I have less words in one line than yours would have. :sweat:

Haha, indeed. :XD That's another thing I wonder about...er...just...pretend they're connected due to whatever dark magics that's allowing nothing bones to move? :sweat:))

Had he still had muscles and a vocal cord, Velindrel would have laughed. The Naga was certainly an interesting person. "I was a he." He wrote, "I am currently on a sight-seeing trip of the world, as I had not had the chance to when I was alive." It was unusual that someone of the living was so...accepting of his race, since they were usually wary around the not-living. Though he couldn't quite blame them, as the natural-born undeads (the ones that were naturally 'born' from exposure to Darkness and thus have no memory of their past lives) were quite violent in nature. "The name's Velindrel, pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Naga. If I may be so bold as to ask, I thought the Naga species usually do not have feet?" It was mostly because of the young woman's bipedalism that he had not immediately recognized her species. He wondered if she was biracial, a combination of Naga and something else that was biped.

The light behind Velindrel's eyes flickered in amusement. It seemed that he had run across a curious one this time. "Whoa, slow down...I can only answer so much at a time, or the smoke will get confusing." Now that he thought about it, he really should get started on that pet project of his to 'create a voice' for skeletons like him...though most voiceless undeads wouldn't really care about that stuff, since they rarely had the need to communicate with other species other than their own. "Pleasure to meet you, by the way, Jasmine. To answer your first question, I was a he before I died. I still refer to myself as a male, but since there's nothing but calcium on me now, I suppose I'm physically androgynous." He waited a few moments for the smoke to clear before he continued.

"And yes, I do need to eat, though my nutrients do not come from physical food sources such as plants and animals. Instead, I absorb energies such as essences of Darkness or the life energies from other creatures to survive. But the amount I take is minimal, so it does not affect others unless they're within extreme close proximity to me twenty four hours a day, seven days a week." He wrote from top to bottom, as dissipating smoke usually curled upwards, and that way they wouldn't clash as badly with the words at the bottom. "It is interesting for me to be able to learn about the other races of the world, so your words are quite welcome. I had not been aware that breeding between Humans and Beastfolk was possible, for instance."

"The flickering light you see in my skull is the light of my soul. With it, we can see out into the world, though they work just as eyes do, and cannot see out of the back of our heads." Unless one was a wraith, then in which case they'd be able to see in every direction due to their complete lack of a physical form. "I am aware when others come in contact with me, though I would not be able to feel pain or numbness. We move by using the energy gathered as I've mentioned before, it holds us together so that we do not fall apart like common corpses. If a corpse is left in exposure to too much Dark element, there would be a high chance of it becoming an Undead, though whether or not it will retain its past life's memories are purely by chance."

While most might be put off from all the questions the Naga was asking, Velindrel was actually quite happy about it. If he could spread the word out that not all Undead were violent, blood-thirsty monsters, even if the process was slow, it would help make his life that much easier later on. Besides, he had all the time in the world to wait. Undeads are quite known for their hard-to-killness, after all. "I apologize for disturbing your hunt earlier, if you'll allow me to make it up for you, I have a spell that can track down the nearest sizable life form, excluding you, of course."

((Really sorry about this but I might not be RPing in a while. My dad is in the hospital and requires an operation, so I'm afraid I am in no mood to be RPing. I'm not sure how long it will take for him to recover, and until then I don't think I can RP. :())