Post by xiphoniii on Mar 20, 2013 11:29:50 GMT -5
Name: Issen Softlam
Player: xiphoniii
Spoken Quote Color*: "I assure you, fighting me would be a fruitless effort.."
Skimming the Surface
Age: 27
Race: Human, Planeswalker
Gender: Male
Appearance**: 5’10”, thin and flexible, the kind of build meant for constant motion. Tanned, but not overly dark, Issen is the kind of person who doesn’t stand out in a crowd. Which is fine by him. The less you know he’s there, the less likely you are to anticipate his magic, foiling whatever wrong you had planned on committing. Tends to be seen in a simple outfit of brown cloth pants and a white shirt, allowing anonymity as well as mobility, although he sometimes wears a bit more armored clothing if the mission requires it.
Delving Secrets
Home Plane: Innistrad
Mana Alignment: WU
Specialization: Defensive fighting style, through Barrier Magic(Fog Bank, Safe Passage type stuff) and unsummoning/banishment
Personality: Tends to get protective of the things he cares about, and this is reflected in his fighting style. He tends not to travel between the planes as much as most planeswalkers, prefering to stick to a select few that he’s grown attached to. Besides his homeland, this extends to the city of Ravnica, and the blighted plane of Mirrodin.
Backstory: Issen was once a resident of a simple Kessig village, taking on the mantle of its protector. He was the best practitioner of Avacyn’s magics in the village, after all, and could work wonders with just a few wards. But of course, that all changed when Avacyn left. It took them a while to realize it. The wards shined less brightly, the collars seemed to lose a little luster. But everyone still trusted in her, for the most part.
Until the attack. A massive raid from the werewolves of the woods came through, and the townsfolk retreated to the central square, the smallest defensible space. But Issen found that he could no longer throw up the massive wards he used to. Limited to simple one shot barriers to block blows from his attackers, he was unable to stop them as the village was mercilessly slaughtered before his eyes. He flinched, closing his eyes, as a set of teeth rushed toward him...
...and opened them up in an Azorius guildhouse. After proving to them he wasn’t some sort of Izzet spy teleporting into their halls, through a long and drawn out trial process that honestly should have ended weeks earlier, he was released into the city, where he fell in love with it, while determining how best to leave, and get back to what he was, supposedly, best at: protecting those who needed it.
Player: xiphoniii
Spoken Quote Color*: "I assure you, fighting me would be a fruitless effort.."
Skimming the Surface
Age: 27
Race: Human, Planeswalker
Gender: Male
Appearance**: 5’10”, thin and flexible, the kind of build meant for constant motion. Tanned, but not overly dark, Issen is the kind of person who doesn’t stand out in a crowd. Which is fine by him. The less you know he’s there, the less likely you are to anticipate his magic, foiling whatever wrong you had planned on committing. Tends to be seen in a simple outfit of brown cloth pants and a white shirt, allowing anonymity as well as mobility, although he sometimes wears a bit more armored clothing if the mission requires it.
Delving Secrets
Home Plane: Innistrad
Mana Alignment: WU
Specialization: Defensive fighting style, through Barrier Magic(Fog Bank, Safe Passage type stuff) and unsummoning/banishment
Personality: Tends to get protective of the things he cares about, and this is reflected in his fighting style. He tends not to travel between the planes as much as most planeswalkers, prefering to stick to a select few that he’s grown attached to. Besides his homeland, this extends to the city of Ravnica, and the blighted plane of Mirrodin.
Backstory: Issen was once a resident of a simple Kessig village, taking on the mantle of its protector. He was the best practitioner of Avacyn’s magics in the village, after all, and could work wonders with just a few wards. But of course, that all changed when Avacyn left. It took them a while to realize it. The wards shined less brightly, the collars seemed to lose a little luster. But everyone still trusted in her, for the most part.
Until the attack. A massive raid from the werewolves of the woods came through, and the townsfolk retreated to the central square, the smallest defensible space. But Issen found that he could no longer throw up the massive wards he used to. Limited to simple one shot barriers to block blows from his attackers, he was unable to stop them as the village was mercilessly slaughtered before his eyes. He flinched, closing his eyes, as a set of teeth rushed toward him...
...and opened them up in an Azorius guildhouse. After proving to them he wasn’t some sort of Izzet spy teleporting into their halls, through a long and drawn out trial process that honestly should have ended weeks earlier, he was released into the city, where he fell in love with it, while determining how best to leave, and get back to what he was, supposedly, best at: protecting those who needed it.