Name: Orior Poena
Nicknames: Orior
Height: Six foot Four
Weight: 194
Race: Bliol
Age: 210
Age appears to be: 25
Hair: On my head
Color: White
Style: Medium length, straight, messy
Eyes: Yellow with a Crimson tint
Physical Build: Lean yet muscular. Appears to be human in all aspects except his eyes.
Dominate Hand: Ambidextrous
Alignment: True Neutral
Equipment: None
Weapons: A Dimensional Sword made of Goblin's Silver, indestructible, and light (weighs about 5 ounces) yet highly solid. Ruby encrusted pummel. Never needs to be sharpened, can cut through dragon hide like it was air, and as light as a feather, this is an awesome all around weapon, but one that requires a lot of focus to wield.
Clothing:
Black pants of dyed Sphinx hair by a birvuo that Orior had captured and tortured in exchange for his release; impenetrable.
Moccasin shoes made of feliffon hide. Very durable, and will never wear. Produced by himself.
Leather gloves made of feliffon hide. Very durable, will never wear.
A white shirt made of Unicorn hair, created by Drow elves and given to Orior in exchange for his services (He never performed them, but rather nearly killed all the Drow once they had paid him as a lesson to never pay upfront).
Black trenchcoat with red lining. Nothing special about this, made of Polyester. Purchased in the humans lands. On the undersides of the sleeves, are many small pockets carrying vials of different potions, poisons, and other odd liquids you wouldn't find a normal person to carry.
Special Abilities: Impervious to fire. Able to see in the purest of darkness. Able to read into a person's experiences and mental mindset by listening to their voice. Unknown to him, but anyone around him loses their magical powers, race traits, special abilities, and whatnot. They pretty much become human. Any magical item around him also becomes plain, however this only lasts as long as they are around him. As soon as they leave his presence they return to normal. This may be painful for some creatures, changing into a human from an elemental, a vampyre, angel, whatever.
Magic: Uses/knows none.
Personality: Orior is neutral in the world, though sometimes stray to the path of evil. In the long history of his race, not one has trodden the path of good though some have toed the line here and there, Orior is no exception. He views all other races and peoples as insignificant and with much hatred, those that feed off the blood and strength of others above all else. Unless provoked, feels the person is a threat, or he has something to gain from it, he will generally look past another if they are not of his kind. Animals, on the other hand, are held in a place of honor with him, those that hunt above all else.
Background/History: Born and bred in the fiery depths of what could be called Hell, Orior is Demonic in nature, though holds a higher standing do to his pureblood heritage. Raised to be a General or leader of his kind, he was taught the means of battle and pain from an early age. All Bliol hold a love for pain, again, Orior is no exception. Emotional, physical, spiritual, all lend a bit of enjoyment to his life. Not only skilled at receiving pain, he has traveled down the route of torturer and Inquisitionist. Highly curious, with a will to learn, only his environment can limit his potential. Almost human in appearances, his kind are almost exclusively born with white hair. Though exceptions have happened, this is usually the norm.
Nicknames: Orior
Height: Six foot Four
Weight: 194
Race: Bliol
Age: 210
Age appears to be: 25
Hair: On my head
Color: White
Style: Medium length, straight, messy
Eyes: Yellow with a Crimson tint
Physical Build: Lean yet muscular. Appears to be human in all aspects except his eyes.
Dominate Hand: Ambidextrous
Alignment: True Neutral
Equipment: None
Weapons: A Dimensional Sword made of Goblin's Silver, indestructible, and light (weighs about 5 ounces) yet highly solid. Ruby encrusted pummel. Never needs to be sharpened, can cut through dragon hide like it was air, and as light as a feather, this is an awesome all around weapon, but one that requires a lot of focus to wield.
Clothing:
Black pants of dyed Sphinx hair by a birvuo that Orior had captured and tortured in exchange for his release; impenetrable.
Moccasin shoes made of feliffon hide. Very durable, and will never wear. Produced by himself.
Leather gloves made of feliffon hide. Very durable, will never wear.
A white shirt made of Unicorn hair, created by Drow elves and given to Orior in exchange for his services (He never performed them, but rather nearly killed all the Drow once they had paid him as a lesson to never pay upfront).
Black trenchcoat with red lining. Nothing special about this, made of Polyester. Purchased in the humans lands. On the undersides of the sleeves, are many small pockets carrying vials of different potions, poisons, and other odd liquids you wouldn't find a normal person to carry.
Special Abilities: Impervious to fire. Able to see in the purest of darkness. Able to read into a person's experiences and mental mindset by listening to their voice. Unknown to him, but anyone around him loses their magical powers, race traits, special abilities, and whatnot. They pretty much become human. Any magical item around him also becomes plain, however this only lasts as long as they are around him. As soon as they leave his presence they return to normal. This may be painful for some creatures, changing into a human from an elemental, a vampyre, angel, whatever.
Magic: Uses/knows none.
Personality: Orior is neutral in the world, though sometimes stray to the path of evil. In the long history of his race, not one has trodden the path of good though some have toed the line here and there, Orior is no exception. He views all other races and peoples as insignificant and with much hatred, those that feed off the blood and strength of others above all else. Unless provoked, feels the person is a threat, or he has something to gain from it, he will generally look past another if they are not of his kind. Animals, on the other hand, are held in a place of honor with him, those that hunt above all else.
Background/History: Born and bred in the fiery depths of what could be called Hell, Orior is Demonic in nature, though holds a higher standing do to his pureblood heritage. Raised to be a General or leader of his kind, he was taught the means of battle and pain from an early age. All Bliol hold a love for pain, again, Orior is no exception. Emotional, physical, spiritual, all lend a bit of enjoyment to his life. Not only skilled at receiving pain, he has traveled down the route of torturer and Inquisitionist. Highly curious, with a will to learn, only his environment can limit his potential. Almost human in appearances, his kind are almost exclusively born with white hair. Though exceptions have happened, this is usually the norm.
- Last seen on Mar 5 7:01 PM. Member since October 16, 2006.
- My mood is , and quote is Life alone is not enough, one needs the fear of death to make life special..
- I am a 18 year old man from Texas (United States)
- Visit my homepage at myspace.com/jsalol
- I am in the groups Elysium Town, Slaughter House, The Archive, The Maryian Dynasty, Vampire Cathedral
