Post by Drunken_Shinobi on May 24, 2011 16:28:08 GMT -5
Name: Hephaestus Kensidan
Age: 35 (At time of transformation into Emotional Avatar, he has since ceased to age)
Gender: Male
Race: Emotional Avatar (Formally Human)
Weapons: No-Name (Warhammer)
Alignment: Ramael
Weight: 585Lbs
Height: 7 feet 5 inches
Eye Colour: Smokey Gray (though he is missing an eye)
Hair Colour: N/A
Likes: Blacksmithing, Alcohol, Brothels, Fighting, Arm Wrestling, Any excuse to show off his strength, Cats
Personality: Being the Avatar of Anger it can be expected that Hephaestus will behave as such. Even in the best of moods Hephaestus is nothing short of temperamental and generally unpleasant to be around. Snapping at nearly everyone who says a word to him, sometimes snapping at people who aren’t even trying to converse with him. Hephaestus is also very close minded and seems to harbor a particular hatred towards Elves of any kind, as he finds them to be ‘Useless little plant fuckers’. This permanent anger of his is often heightened by his alcoholic habits, binging himself of huge amounts of potent alcohol. When he does this, more often then not, the tavern or inn he had been staying in as well as the majority of the village or town ends up in ruins.
He is incredibly short tempered and nearly anything can set his temper off, and once he has gone into a bad enough rage (Which happens often) he is practically unstoppable. Destroying and killing everything around him with no apparent goal other then for the sake of taking his infinite anger out on the world around him, screaming bloody murder all the way. It seems that only one of his many cats can calm him down when he is in this state.
In a fight Hephaestus is in his element. He goes into a state of pure, primal anger and bloodlust that propels him through the battlefield with wild abandon. Crushing and tossing his enemies like playthings. Even though Hephaestus battles with no actual strategy other then overpowering his opponents he is a force to be reckoned with, as his strength is more then enough to dispatch any but the toughest of foes.
Appearance: Hephaestus is a marvelous giant of a man, mightily shouldered and deep of chest. With a massively corded neck and heavily muscled limbs that seem to ripple and flex with each and every one of his movements. His skin is dark and tanned, almost black in color. Hephaestus’s thick hands are calloused (from his profession as a blacksmith) and large enough to engulf even an Orc’s head in one fist. His large head is completely devoid of any hair, as he had gone bald early in life, though his thick eyebrows and bushy, braided beard are a dark red. He also wears a leather eye patch over his right eye which he lost in a smithy accident.
Hephaestus typically wears a heavy Blacksmiths apron over his broad, hairy chest. Thick leather pants and steel boots on his lower half and not much more. Hephaestus prefers to let his allies and foes alike see the raw splendor of his body.
As is the norm of the Avatars Hephaestus’s body will change shape when he has absorbed enough energy. When this happens he grows to roughly twelve feet tall, his skin stretching tight over his increased mass and becoming covered in red scales, his muscles bulging even more then normal. A thick spiked tail sprouts from his body as well. His head also shifts into a large horned ape-like head with a roughly canine maw.
History: Nearly seven hundred years ago Hephaestus was born the only son of a Fisherman and a Seamstress in a small, rural village located in Western Albacus. Even at birth Hephaestus was of large stature, difficulties and damage from his birth stealing the use of one of his Mother’s legs, something Hephaestus feels bad for even to this day, long after his mothers death.
Growing up Hephaestus was often picked on and alienated from his peers due to his unusual size, leaving him bitter and angry. At the age of twelve Hephaestus mustered the courage to fight back against his lifelong bullies and attacked the group of them with a garden hoe, leaving all of them battered and near death. Obviously the parents of these boys demanded justice be brought down upon Hephaestus, some of the more fanatical parents suggesting execution. Something his loving parents surely did not.
Frantically the couple searched for some sort of alternative to the demise of their child. When the time allotted to his parents to find an alternative neared its end, and with his hanging seemingly imminent a traveling Dwarven blacksmith saw great potential in Hephaestus and seemed to act as a literal Deus Ex Machina in the family’s plight, offering to take the boy with him on his travels as an apprentice.
Overjoyed, Hephaestus’s parents graciously accepted the Dwarf’s offer. Though it was a bittersweet feeling, obviously they didn’t want to live the remainder of their lives never seeing Hephaestus again but unfortunately it was the only way he could continue living. Thus, they gave the boy over to the Dwarf with tears in their eyes.
Feeling abandoned by his parents Hephaestus became even more bitter towards the world, but he followed the Dwarf- who revealed his name to be ‘’Torgar Goldanvil’’- without complaint, devoting himself to his studies underneath the gruff Dwarf. Several years passed relatively uneventfully, Hephaestus quickly picking up the art of the hammer and anvil with Torgar’s expert tutelage. Even surpassing his master in some aspects of the craft as well as becoming disturbingly strong from the long, laborious hours that he worked.
Though everything seemed to go wrong when Torgar (who Hephaestus had since become to consider his father) Fell unexpectedly and deathly ill only a few months before Hephaestus was to finish his learning at the age of twenty five. The death of his master and adoptive father seemed to be the breaking point for an already unstable Hephaestus. Overwhelmed by his tremendous anger and bitterness he began drinking himself into a blackout filled numbness. He also began traveling the roads and towns searching for brawls and fights, as he felt that hurting others was the only thing he could other then drinking to control his anger.
One of these roadside brawls was particularly meaningful for the penniless drunkard that Hephaestus had become in the years following Torgar’s death. The particular person he had decided to challenge to a fistfight was the lord of the underworld Ramael himself. Needless to say Hephaestus was defeated by the regal man, downed and broken by only a single punch from Ramael.
Hephaestus expected this to be his final hour as Ramael stood over him, a smirk spread across his lips. But luckily for both parties Ramael was in need of a new Avatar of Anger, and Hephaestus fit the bill perfectly. Ever since his transformation into an Emotional Avatar Hephaestus idolized the dark god Ramael, following any orders he may be given without any complaint.
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Powers/Equipment
No-Name: Hephaestus’s weapon of choice is a massive warhammer which weighs nearly as much as he does that he had forged himself (though he is just as deadly with his bare hands). The handle is a generally plane steel rod that is roughly seven feet in length, the head of the hammer is made of solid adamantine with the Symbol of Ramael engraved into each of it’s three flat sides, the four side has a large spike protruding forth from the heavy metal. It is also imbued with several powerful enchantments that make it nearly indestructible and quite a bit heavier then it should be.
Strength: Hephaestus is one of the strongest creatures to ever live, not even the other emotional avatars at their strongest have the physical strength that he does, in fact only the gods themselves could best him in a show of strength. A literal living siege engine, he is able to sustain and deal tremendous amounts of physical damage. In fact he is considered immune to any form of kinetic attacks (Save the sharpest of blades, even then they only do one tenth of the damage they would normally do); your best bet in damaging him would be the use of magic’s. One of his most impressive recorded feats of strength is pushing a fully grown Dragon to the ground and pulling its head from its body, though it is said he is capable of even more then that.
Endurance: As can be expected Hephaestus contains a nearly limitless amount of Physical endurance. He can fight nonstop for over twenty four hours and just barely begin to tire.
Teleportation: Even though Hephaestus can teleport anywhere in the realm save the heavens he prefers to travel by foot.
Transformation: Hephaestus is not nearly as talented as the other Avatars at the art of transformation. Normally he can only take one other shape other then his own, and even then it can only be used when he has absorbed enough anger.
Emotional Absorption: Just like the other avatars, Hephaestus’s powers are increased by the people around him. The more anger there is the stronger he becomes.
Weak Dark Energy: He is an ‘evil emotion’ and thus has the potential to learn to control the powers of darkness. Instead he has struck a deal with Ramael to instead transfer that potential to his physical strength, even further augmenting his strength. He is capable of only a few weak spells, like pulling or pushing away his foes.
Legendary Blacksmith: After becoming an emotional Avatar Hephaestus was designated as the ‘Blacksmith of the Gods’, giving him incredible skill in his craft, going as far as giving him the ability to form highly magical weapons (Including most of the weapons or armors of the other Avatars). He can also forge living Golems of steel, though he rarely does this.
Forge’s Fire: The Creature known as the Forge’s Fire is Hephaestus’s greatest weapon (Much Like Greed’s Grand Maw, in fact every emotional Avatar has one). Forge Fire is a roughly humanoid being of pure fire that stands at a height of six hundred feet. Every step of the great beast will set the ground ablaze and it can hurl massive waves and orbs of fire. It is essentially a puppet of Hephaestus’s that mimics his movements, though it has been seen to be capable of some simple thought, such as protecting its master. It can only be summoned when there is a large source of fire and anger in Hephaestus’s vicinity.
Age: 35 (At time of transformation into Emotional Avatar, he has since ceased to age)
Gender: Male
Race: Emotional Avatar (Formally Human)
Weapons: No-Name (Warhammer)
Alignment: Ramael
Weight: 585Lbs
Height: 7 feet 5 inches
Eye Colour: Smokey Gray (though he is missing an eye)
Hair Colour: N/A
Likes: Blacksmithing, Alcohol, Brothels, Fighting, Arm Wrestling, Any excuse to show off his strength, Cats
Personality: Being the Avatar of Anger it can be expected that Hephaestus will behave as such. Even in the best of moods Hephaestus is nothing short of temperamental and generally unpleasant to be around. Snapping at nearly everyone who says a word to him, sometimes snapping at people who aren’t even trying to converse with him. Hephaestus is also very close minded and seems to harbor a particular hatred towards Elves of any kind, as he finds them to be ‘Useless little plant fuckers’. This permanent anger of his is often heightened by his alcoholic habits, binging himself of huge amounts of potent alcohol. When he does this, more often then not, the tavern or inn he had been staying in as well as the majority of the village or town ends up in ruins.
He is incredibly short tempered and nearly anything can set his temper off, and once he has gone into a bad enough rage (Which happens often) he is practically unstoppable. Destroying and killing everything around him with no apparent goal other then for the sake of taking his infinite anger out on the world around him, screaming bloody murder all the way. It seems that only one of his many cats can calm him down when he is in this state.
In a fight Hephaestus is in his element. He goes into a state of pure, primal anger and bloodlust that propels him through the battlefield with wild abandon. Crushing and tossing his enemies like playthings. Even though Hephaestus battles with no actual strategy other then overpowering his opponents he is a force to be reckoned with, as his strength is more then enough to dispatch any but the toughest of foes.
Appearance: Hephaestus is a marvelous giant of a man, mightily shouldered and deep of chest. With a massively corded neck and heavily muscled limbs that seem to ripple and flex with each and every one of his movements. His skin is dark and tanned, almost black in color. Hephaestus’s thick hands are calloused (from his profession as a blacksmith) and large enough to engulf even an Orc’s head in one fist. His large head is completely devoid of any hair, as he had gone bald early in life, though his thick eyebrows and bushy, braided beard are a dark red. He also wears a leather eye patch over his right eye which he lost in a smithy accident.
Hephaestus typically wears a heavy Blacksmiths apron over his broad, hairy chest. Thick leather pants and steel boots on his lower half and not much more. Hephaestus prefers to let his allies and foes alike see the raw splendor of his body.
As is the norm of the Avatars Hephaestus’s body will change shape when he has absorbed enough energy. When this happens he grows to roughly twelve feet tall, his skin stretching tight over his increased mass and becoming covered in red scales, his muscles bulging even more then normal. A thick spiked tail sprouts from his body as well. His head also shifts into a large horned ape-like head with a roughly canine maw.
History: Nearly seven hundred years ago Hephaestus was born the only son of a Fisherman and a Seamstress in a small, rural village located in Western Albacus. Even at birth Hephaestus was of large stature, difficulties and damage from his birth stealing the use of one of his Mother’s legs, something Hephaestus feels bad for even to this day, long after his mothers death.
Growing up Hephaestus was often picked on and alienated from his peers due to his unusual size, leaving him bitter and angry. At the age of twelve Hephaestus mustered the courage to fight back against his lifelong bullies and attacked the group of them with a garden hoe, leaving all of them battered and near death. Obviously the parents of these boys demanded justice be brought down upon Hephaestus, some of the more fanatical parents suggesting execution. Something his loving parents surely did not.
Frantically the couple searched for some sort of alternative to the demise of their child. When the time allotted to his parents to find an alternative neared its end, and with his hanging seemingly imminent a traveling Dwarven blacksmith saw great potential in Hephaestus and seemed to act as a literal Deus Ex Machina in the family’s plight, offering to take the boy with him on his travels as an apprentice.
Overjoyed, Hephaestus’s parents graciously accepted the Dwarf’s offer. Though it was a bittersweet feeling, obviously they didn’t want to live the remainder of their lives never seeing Hephaestus again but unfortunately it was the only way he could continue living. Thus, they gave the boy over to the Dwarf with tears in their eyes.
Feeling abandoned by his parents Hephaestus became even more bitter towards the world, but he followed the Dwarf- who revealed his name to be ‘’Torgar Goldanvil’’- without complaint, devoting himself to his studies underneath the gruff Dwarf. Several years passed relatively uneventfully, Hephaestus quickly picking up the art of the hammer and anvil with Torgar’s expert tutelage. Even surpassing his master in some aspects of the craft as well as becoming disturbingly strong from the long, laborious hours that he worked.
Though everything seemed to go wrong when Torgar (who Hephaestus had since become to consider his father) Fell unexpectedly and deathly ill only a few months before Hephaestus was to finish his learning at the age of twenty five. The death of his master and adoptive father seemed to be the breaking point for an already unstable Hephaestus. Overwhelmed by his tremendous anger and bitterness he began drinking himself into a blackout filled numbness. He also began traveling the roads and towns searching for brawls and fights, as he felt that hurting others was the only thing he could other then drinking to control his anger.
One of these roadside brawls was particularly meaningful for the penniless drunkard that Hephaestus had become in the years following Torgar’s death. The particular person he had decided to challenge to a fistfight was the lord of the underworld Ramael himself. Needless to say Hephaestus was defeated by the regal man, downed and broken by only a single punch from Ramael.
Hephaestus expected this to be his final hour as Ramael stood over him, a smirk spread across his lips. But luckily for both parties Ramael was in need of a new Avatar of Anger, and Hephaestus fit the bill perfectly. Ever since his transformation into an Emotional Avatar Hephaestus idolized the dark god Ramael, following any orders he may be given without any complaint.
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Powers/Equipment
No-Name: Hephaestus’s weapon of choice is a massive warhammer which weighs nearly as much as he does that he had forged himself (though he is just as deadly with his bare hands). The handle is a generally plane steel rod that is roughly seven feet in length, the head of the hammer is made of solid adamantine with the Symbol of Ramael engraved into each of it’s three flat sides, the four side has a large spike protruding forth from the heavy metal. It is also imbued with several powerful enchantments that make it nearly indestructible and quite a bit heavier then it should be.
Strength: Hephaestus is one of the strongest creatures to ever live, not even the other emotional avatars at their strongest have the physical strength that he does, in fact only the gods themselves could best him in a show of strength. A literal living siege engine, he is able to sustain and deal tremendous amounts of physical damage. In fact he is considered immune to any form of kinetic attacks (Save the sharpest of blades, even then they only do one tenth of the damage they would normally do); your best bet in damaging him would be the use of magic’s. One of his most impressive recorded feats of strength is pushing a fully grown Dragon to the ground and pulling its head from its body, though it is said he is capable of even more then that.
Endurance: As can be expected Hephaestus contains a nearly limitless amount of Physical endurance. He can fight nonstop for over twenty four hours and just barely begin to tire.
Teleportation: Even though Hephaestus can teleport anywhere in the realm save the heavens he prefers to travel by foot.
Transformation: Hephaestus is not nearly as talented as the other Avatars at the art of transformation. Normally he can only take one other shape other then his own, and even then it can only be used when he has absorbed enough anger.
Emotional Absorption: Just like the other avatars, Hephaestus’s powers are increased by the people around him. The more anger there is the stronger he becomes.
Weak Dark Energy: He is an ‘evil emotion’ and thus has the potential to learn to control the powers of darkness. Instead he has struck a deal with Ramael to instead transfer that potential to his physical strength, even further augmenting his strength. He is capable of only a few weak spells, like pulling or pushing away his foes.
Legendary Blacksmith: After becoming an emotional Avatar Hephaestus was designated as the ‘Blacksmith of the Gods’, giving him incredible skill in his craft, going as far as giving him the ability to form highly magical weapons (Including most of the weapons or armors of the other Avatars). He can also forge living Golems of steel, though he rarely does this.
Forge’s Fire: The Creature known as the Forge’s Fire is Hephaestus’s greatest weapon (Much Like Greed’s Grand Maw, in fact every emotional Avatar has one). Forge Fire is a roughly humanoid being of pure fire that stands at a height of six hundred feet. Every step of the great beast will set the ground ablaze and it can hurl massive waves and orbs of fire. It is essentially a puppet of Hephaestus’s that mimics his movements, though it has been seen to be capable of some simple thought, such as protecting its master. It can only be summoned when there is a large source of fire and anger in Hephaestus’s vicinity.