(51 Human Asn) (NEXUS) Nydeikon the Unseen Flame, Lord Elder of Nexus


Unlike all of the other retreats he had enjoyed earlier in his life, this one
was promised to be the pinnacle. Five boys, one leader, and an endless amount
of woods at their disposal, the group's objective was to have fun and learn a
little bit about life. The only reason Whilhelm Nydeikon II went is because
his mother felt it would be good for him to "bond" with boys his age and at the
same time develop an older male role model, since his father had passed away
when Whilhelm was very young. The first few days of the outing were much the
same as some of the others he had attended in the past. Their time was filled
with hiking, camping, fishing, hunting, and even a little bit of swimming.
After a week of bonding and fun though, the trip took a sudden and unexpected
turn for the boys. As their leader told them about the second week of
activities, the boys looked around in shock. They were to go out on their own
and pretty much do as they pleased, basically testing their survival skills.
This pleased Whilhelm quite a lot because he had always been sort of an outcast
after his father died, so he was used to being alone and he looked forward to
this "test" of himself. They were all given a map marked with the spot the
leader would be, along with a compass and a whistle to blow incase there was
some sort of trouble and the leader was needed.

The boys all set out in different directions and after a few hours of hiking,
Whilhelm found himself a little more then half way up one of the nearby
mountains. A grand view of the valley below and a small cave to satisfy for
his quarters, Whilhelm was quite happy with himself. As the sun went down he
fashioned some weapons out of sticks using the rough texture of some nearby
rocks to sharpen the wood. He settled into his cave for the night using the
blanket he was given for warmth and drifted off to sleep. Not long into his
slumber he was awoken by various howls and screeches that he had not heard
before in his city life, and it startled him. After being waken late on this
chilly night, he began to feel the goose bumps engulf his body and he began to
shiver. He soon realized that something needed to be done, so he built a fire
rubbing two sticks together over some dry leaves, just as his father had taught
him long ago. Soon he was quite warm and felt very safe, as he knew the flames
would keep the animals at bay. The next few days seemed to fly by as he fished
and hunted, using the tools he had made to kill and the fire he had built and
maintained for cooking. He probably would have forgotten about the others had
he not heard a whistle blow every so often, though he himself had never had to
use his.

As the last day rapidly approached, Whilhelm grew antsy, yearning for more. On
the second to last morning of his adventure, Whilhelm set out towards the
woodlands skirting the mountain. He walked for what seemed like days to his
scrawny legs, yet something deep down inside his soul pushed him to continue.
As he walked, he observed many things. He passed numerous villages, some
torched to the ground and some thriving with life, but neither type seemed "
right" to him. As the sun set he stopped in the woodlands and quickly gathered
some sticks and leaves and started a small fire. As it blazed, he unpacked his
rucksack and began to get ready for the night. Before he went to sleep he put
another couple of logs on the fire for the night, and gently drifted off to
sleep.

Tossing and turning before awaking in a cold sweat, Whilhelm sat straight up to
find himself confronted with the image of his father gently floating in the
flames. It could not have been more then a few moments that they shared
together, but it seemed like years to Whilhelm who's eye filled with tears of
joy to once again see his father. As Whilhelm's father spoke, the flames
flickered and sparked painting a clear picture of all he spoke of to his son.
First he spoke of magic. "It is only by the use of magic that I am here with
you now. Cherish it, revel in its glory and be sure it thrives for the RIGHT
uses." Whilhelm nodded along to the words of his father, still in awe of his
very presence. The flames sparkled and changed in shape showing a land full of
life, cities as far as the eye could see, people being herded along in a life
that, by the looks on their faces, was lacking. Light tracers and bright
streams of magic danced around keeping people "happy" yet they clearly were not.
As sparks danced in the flames the picture changed to a land of darkness. Dead
plants and dry carcasses were everywhere. Dark magics crept along engulfing
all life it found until it was sucked dry. With a flash the fire again came to
the shape of his father, surrounded by a great circle that he explained in
great detail. His father went on about how no one part could exist without the
other and how important it was. He explained how he had died fighting to keep
the balance and all life going, and as the words reached Whilhelm's ears the
figure of two beautiful elven women took shape. They stood proudly together,
and as his father spoke of the great balancer that is fire a brilliant light
flashed and separated in mid-air. One part flew to Whilhelm's chest and the
other to the elven Lady surrounded in flames. When he awoke he was a bit
confused, but he knew exactly what he must do and for what his life was meant.
This is where his story begins.


Desc:

Garbed in very lightweight cotton clothing this man stands comfortably at a
little less then six feet tall. His round nose points out awkwardly, yet it
seems to give him a bit of a jolly appearance, even for his lanky build. His
eyes glow a faint gray and eyebrows curve gently to accentuate their splendor.
The sandy-brown hair that sits atop his head is rather unkept and stringy,
draping slightly over his ears, yet never in his face and goes rather
pleasantly with his darkly tanned skin. Seemingly hand knitted, his loosely
fitting shirt and baggy cotton khaki pants match exactly, giving the idea they
were made especially for him. On his feet he wears light brown leather sandals
give him quite a comfortable look. Sheathed over his back is a brilliant gray
blade that glows magically and is the only weapon seen on him, yet the baggy
nature of his clothes could easily conceal more. He is careful and precise
about surveying his surroundings and seems to go on about his way with a
vigilant eye.

Sphere - Fire. Tatted by Sav.
Married to Iunna.




Thanks for emailing that in. Great role!