Post by Ziya ur-Rahman on Feb 18, 2021 17:02:31 GMT
Ziya ur-Rahman
Eldest Light
Profile:
Character Name:Ziya ur-Rahman
Nicknames: First Light
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Unspecified
Race: Light Elfin
Age: Over 300
Birthdate: (Example: 25th of December, Age 1,281)
Personality:
Likes: Light
Dislikes: Darkness
Strengths: Wisdom and Leadership skils built over the years leading his Pack since the fall of the city of Bemi. Diplomatic skills from negociating treties and boarder disputes between teh great Elfin tribs. Knowlege of Elfin history. As one of if not teh oldest living Elfin Ziya ur-Rahman has a first had acocunt of some things taht historias woudl only dream of inculding the lost Light City, bemi.
Weaknesses: Fondent Fancies
Vices: Unfilterd sunlight, Form time to time Ziya will take some time to himself and fly up to a point where the suns solar radiation is not filtered by teh planets magnetic feild and bather in teh solar radiation. its a bit like a clensing spa day?
Despite the great age of Ziya ur-Rahman he maintans what would seem to be a fairly vigorus personality and a lively mind. Having lived through wars he understand the power of good diplomacy and ever looks for diplomatic solutions to his problems before considering violence. Foolish is some though who would mistake him for a pasafist, far from it. Shourl the situation call for it he is willing and abel to take up arms to see that right is done on Hegemon.
To his Pack hi is their patriarch, a mentor, their leader, a father or grandfather, the light that shows the way forward for the Auramaz in a world that they have no home. He sees it as the duty of the light to maintain the balance of power and relations between the tribes and to aid them in keepgin their history and cultures throughout the ages, a belief spurred on by the destruction fo his own home.
When he smiel he smiles wider than any other, when he laughs he laughs louder, his generosity outshines others, his rage extinguishes all others. He seeks to stand apart as a figure that all can respect and admire across hegemon. With thsi drive he inspires others and strives towards his ultimate goal. This is his ambition
Appearance:
Height: 195cm
Weight: 180lbs
Hair Color: platinum
Eye Color: Sky Blue
Face Claim Name: MIthos Yggdrasill
Face Claim Origin: Tales of Symphonia
Ziya ur-Rahman is light itself in the shape of a statue like greek god made flesh. He stands a six fot seven inches tall or two hundred and five centimeters. His hair is long flowing and purest blond, eyes so green like emeralds that he could be mistaken for being irish. Hi is also toned to the point that a leser observe might refer to him as totally ripped.
Mostly dressing in simple white suites with some gold ornamentation. He tends to favour low vut collars as he is not without candor. Though he has been knowen to dress in wite ad green on the odd occasion to appear less casual as he did in his youth.
It is said often that to look on Ziya ur-Rahman is to look on a man of light who casts no shadow. This is, often actually true and is a trick he master in his early teenage years.
What is noe commonly knwoen is that he has a number of other well practiced appearances, aceived througha chage of wardrobe, body langyage and light manipulation that allow him to walk through rooms of people who know him well and not be recognised. The public eye is not always of benefit.
History:
Family: Ziya ur-Rahman
Home world: Hegemon
Starting planet: Hegemon
Home Town: Beimeni
Ziya ur-Rahman was born more than a hundred years before the great war of Hegemon. He saw first hand as Elfin society tore itself apart in wanton greed seeking out ownership of the light itself. He fought in that war to preserve the light. He lost almost everyone he knew and of those few who survived and like himself formed the first nomadic bands that set out from the ruined city that now make up todays ‘great’ packs of light elfin. At that time he and one who he considerd his closest friend and partner in ambition, a woman knowen by the moniker of Radiance of Rainbows swore to one day see the light restored in all its former majesty. Forming a band to lead each they sat out in opposite direction with this long term goal to guide them across the years as they set out to shape the world that had wronged their tribe tinto something new, something better together though appart.
Ziya ur-Rahman Formed his band arroudn the idea of traveling from nation to nation across hegemon to carry news, messages and diplomatic relations between the great tribes and their cities. He made it their business to be knwoen to each tribes leaders, engraciating himself and his followers with them and their successors.
Whenver he could meet with another band of light elfin he would ensure they were welcomed within his badn for as long as they wer together, seek what news they had and weave them into his plas by giving them some of the messages to eb deliverd, in his name on behaf of whichever Tribe or city had dispatched it. By this method and by his tireless endevor Ziya ur-Rahman has turned the light into the threads that bind all of Hegemon together.
By far tehr greatest stroke to achieve this was over the hundreds of years since the fall of the light, he worked to include every other tribe in celibrating the Festival Of Dawn each year during the first moth of light.
Not all of his time has been spent on diplomacy of course. An Elfan does not just lvioe as logn as he has and look as he does by just carrying messages! Ziya ur-Rahman has spend his time training and honeing his knowledge of light, bathing in it in ways that few if any light elfan have. It is possible that he is even older than he admits.
One day he will see the light restored to Hegemon as it is lit anew in the splenor of the Ahuramaz.
Race Bonuses:
Force of Nature:So deep is an Elfen's connection to nature that some claim they are capable of achieving a power far beyond their limits, a single technique that represents the most brutal storm, the greatest fires, the most scarring earthquakes, and the coldest of winters. When choosing Force of Nature, the user is given a special Technique based on their element, one that is capable of being charged up to use 70% of one's power level in exchange for draining 80 points of their Ki should they take the time to master it.
[Please refer to the Canon Techniques List to see which Technique this racial will grant you]
[Please refer to the Canon Techniques List to see which Technique this racial will grant you]
Element Infusion:
Natural born prodigies with the elements of existence, Elfen are capable of infusing their birth element into any Technique they've trained themselves to use effectively. Any Technique that has been mastered can have the "Elemental" tag applied to it for free, allowing an Elfen to visually and mechanically apply their element to all manner of techniques.
[Cannot be applied to "Special" Techniques such as Spirit Bomb, Mystic Form, etc.]
Natural born prodigies with the elements of existence, Elfen are capable of infusing their birth element into any Technique they've trained themselves to use effectively. Any Technique that has been mastered can have the "Elemental" tag applied to it for free, allowing an Elfen to visually and mechanically apply their element to all manner of techniques.
[Cannot be applied to "Special" Techniques such as Spirit Bomb, Mystic Form, etc.]
Roleplay Example:
This is an excert of an ongogin min plot thein on a site where i was playign Pan (Not teh same pan as the other one)
A harsh alarm claxon sounded throughout the large domed chamber as Pan rushed back inside carrying the fire extinguisher. She rushed over to the blaze aiming the nozzle of the container at the blaze and squeezed the trigger.
Nothing happened.
“Crapbaskets!”
She pulled the tank to eye level and looked over it, glancing at the instructions… “Hold upright, blah, aim at fire, blah blah, pull cord, cord? Ah!” She located the plastic ring pull attached to a cord through the handle and pulled it. There was a soft snap and the handle felt loose. Aiming at the blaze again Pan squeezed the black handle and a wave of something grey spewed out from the nozzle and landed in the fire. Oh, it was kind of landing on the fire. It piled and bundled up over the damaged canister and smothered most of the fire rather quickly. The main nozzle of the canister on the floor was a bit trickier. She had to squeeze the handle harder and hold the extinguisher closer to pile enough of it put the fire on with the pressure of the gas that was escaping it. But it did wind up going out before the extinguisher ran out.
With a sigh of relief Pan sat down with a squelch. Apparently the stuff from the extinguished was foam and apparently she had spread enough of it around that she was now sitting in it. It was kind of Eww but it was better than having her gravity chamber on fire.
It had happened, she had handled it, now she just had to clean up and dispose of the used up and broken equipment. It had been a fairly dumb idea looking back at it. She had finished up a workout during the latest of the gravitrons long winded start up procedures and she had discovered that it could be used again the same day as long as it was only taken to as high a level as the most recent system check. She had planned on practicing some camping cooking with a little gas camping stove that had come with the house. So she had thought she could both do a bit more training and practice the cooking at the same time.
So it turns out that normal equipment kind of does not hold up in seventy times earth’s normal gravity! Who Knew!
Probably anybody who actually thought about it properly. Sighing she picked herself up out of the foam and walked over to the exit. As she went her boots made squelching sounds. Looking down she realised that the foam was all over her boots. Groaning she floated up off the floor as she went to the kitchen to find some cleaning equipment. Procuring herself a mop and bucket she took them back to the gravitron and set them down. Then realising that she had forgotten wither water or soap for the mop she groaned again and decided to just shower and get into a clean set of clothes before coming back to fix the mess later.
Nothing happened.
“Crapbaskets!”
She pulled the tank to eye level and looked over it, glancing at the instructions… “Hold upright, blah, aim at fire, blah blah, pull cord, cord? Ah!” She located the plastic ring pull attached to a cord through the handle and pulled it. There was a soft snap and the handle felt loose. Aiming at the blaze again Pan squeezed the black handle and a wave of something grey spewed out from the nozzle and landed in the fire. Oh, it was kind of landing on the fire. It piled and bundled up over the damaged canister and smothered most of the fire rather quickly. The main nozzle of the canister on the floor was a bit trickier. She had to squeeze the handle harder and hold the extinguisher closer to pile enough of it put the fire on with the pressure of the gas that was escaping it. But it did wind up going out before the extinguisher ran out.
With a sigh of relief Pan sat down with a squelch. Apparently the stuff from the extinguished was foam and apparently she had spread enough of it around that she was now sitting in it. It was kind of Eww but it was better than having her gravity chamber on fire.
It had happened, she had handled it, now she just had to clean up and dispose of the used up and broken equipment. It had been a fairly dumb idea looking back at it. She had finished up a workout during the latest of the gravitrons long winded start up procedures and she had discovered that it could be used again the same day as long as it was only taken to as high a level as the most recent system check. She had planned on practicing some camping cooking with a little gas camping stove that had come with the house. So she had thought she could both do a bit more training and practice the cooking at the same time.
So it turns out that normal equipment kind of does not hold up in seventy times earth’s normal gravity! Who Knew!
Probably anybody who actually thought about it properly. Sighing she picked herself up out of the foam and walked over to the exit. As she went her boots made squelching sounds. Looking down she realised that the foam was all over her boots. Groaning she floated up off the floor as she went to the kitchen to find some cleaning equipment. Procuring herself a mop and bucket she took them back to the gravitron and set them down. Then realising that she had forgotten wither water or soap for the mop she groaned again and decided to just shower and get into a clean set of clothes before coming back to fix the mess later.
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