Post by Saem on Nov 1, 2008 21:41:03 GMT -5
Name: Saem Corex
Race: Elf/Human Halfing - though only human if crosses aren't allowed - and potential Dragon rider.
Allegiance: Imperial
Birthplace: Merna
Age: 39, though physically looks about 22.
Gender: Male
Occupation: Preforms numerous tasks for King Galbatorix, including: Spying, taking important messages, assassination, politics, military leading, etc. He is also privately been schooled in magic.
Religion: None.
Weight: 156
Height: 5'11
Language(s): Fluent English, almost fluent Elven(Ancient Language), pidgin drawf and urgal.
Magic User: Yes - very powerful for a human, moderate compared to an elf.
Clothing:
His clothing is simple despite his powerful and influential position, the King keeping him under the radar as a secret form of an 'agent' and potential dragon rider. Normally, when in the country, he wears black trousers and a black long sleeved shirt. It would not be uncommon on a farmer, helping him to blend in. When in more official places he dawns a red elbow length jacket. If it is a very official occasion, he wears the blue, full length, collared jacket. Intricate silver foxes decorate the right sleeve, spanning over his right shoulder blade. On a leather band about his neck there is a quarter sized, silver Galbatorix insignia, which can get him into the heaviest guarded rooms with no questions asked.
Weapon(s):
He is absolutely lithel when it comes to knives. He carries at least three on his person, flat enough to slide through ribs and razor sharp. He has a pair of leather gloves, in each hidden knife. Releasing the catch on the back of his hand allows the knife to slide forward, about six inches in length. They are thicker and heavier then the ones he usually carries, sturdy enough to block a sword, but more then sharp enough to pierce leather, sometimes metal. He is not as adept with swords, and although he knows the moves necessary through knife work, is not accustumed to it. A sword would no doubt slow him down. He is excellent with a bow, aiding him as an assassin.
Strengths:
- Mental Strength - Not quite equivalent to that of Murtaghs, but extremely powerful for a dragonless halfling. If he does become a dragon rider, he will be equivalent to Murtagh, though not quite as skilled when it comes to wielding it.
- Charismatic
- Speed and agility, especially with knives
- Detached from emotions
- Magic - compared to a human, only moderate to an elf
- Intelligence
Weaknesses:
- Physical Strength
- Sword work
- His sister
- Galbatorix's insignia tattoos - meaning he can't take his shirt off when spying
- Susceptible to physical ingury
- Despite strong mental defenses, he has certain 'rifts' if you know the right memory
Description:
Saem doesn't look like a killer. He is not physically imposing, nor is his appearance harsh or cruel. A slight, lanky young man with his height of 5'11 and a weigh of 156. His muscles are wiry and toned, but he is far from brawny or super buff. Physical strength is not an attribute, but it makes him no less of a powerful and dangerous opponate. Flexible to the point of being a contortionist, he is fast and agile, and uses this to over power large enemies. Being half elf, he is much faster then humans, equal in both speed and flexiblity to an elf. In strength he is merely a normal human. His makes him an excellent assassin, but only mediocre out in the field of battle. His skin unblemished except for a couple of tattoos and scars, and toned olive. The most noticable are three on the inside of each wrist, and an X on the front of his chest. As for tattoos he has Galbatorix's insignia on his left shoulder blade and upper arm.
His facial features aren't as angular as an elves, but very attractive for a human. Unlike most humans, they aren't rugged and harsh, worn by days in the field or burned by the sun. They aren't sharp and exquisite like an elfs, but rounder, younger, with a boyish charm. His nose is straight, his cheeks and chin evident, but softer. Dark brown and slightly curled, his hair frames his face and is cut a bit above the nape of his neck. Like his hair, his eyes and eyebrows are dark and expressive. All in all, he appears to be an innocent and trust worthy young man. A charismatic individual who couldn't harm a fly, a messenger rather then the deliverer. How untrue.
Personality:
Saem, on the surface, is much like his physical appearance. Charismatic, friendly, honest, warm, charming, etc. It tends to endear him to other people, they are naturally attracted to him. This helps him on a number of levels, earning the trust of his enemies, getting people to believe his opinions when it comes to politics, and to blend in among a crowd. He looks and acts harmless. His smile is charming and friendly, crinkling his eyes, slightly crooked, showing his white teeth. Even Galbatorix has taken a liking to the young man, especially with what lies beneath.
Saem is a cold intellectual. His mind is quick and cunning, quietly and secretly observing and analyzing. His intelligence, if one was to compare him to a modern individual, would not be unlike Det. Goren, from Law and Order: Criminal Intent. He picks up on aspects of peoples habits, personality, appearance and ties it their past, to what they care about most. He might not be able to physically dominate an individual, but he can bring them under mental control. While he is adept at probing minds, he doesn't need to. He can bring up painful memories, cause severe mental agony in an individual. Of course, it takes a while to accomplish this. He has to spend time with the person, learn and observe them. For some it might take a day, for others weeks. Of course, it helps when they are well known, like Eragon or Arya, where he is schooled in learn ing his enemies.
Saem has no issue with killing, regardless of gender. However, he has a weakness when it comes to children, having a young half sister of his own. Galbatorix has long figured out the weakness of Saem's, and is continually punishing him for it. Saem feels no guilt when it comes to murdering, regardless of if they were an enemy or an innocent bystander. Despite his cruel and merciless personality, Saem is not incapable of love, merely impartial to it. He has spent years separating his emotions and thoughts, honing his mental defenses, starving himself of true emotion. Even anger rarely comes into play. Except for Ali, for whom he truly feels genuine concern and brotherly affection. As for Galbatorix.. Saem is almost enthralled. A powerful, dangerous mentor. Someone who could teach this curious individual so much, but would not hesitate to kill him with one mistake.
History:
A heartless individual like Saem is not born out of a normal family. His father was a young elf, his mother a normal, but extraordinarily beautiful human. They were young and foolish, neither felt genuine love. Mari, his mother, was enthralled with Issar, while he only wanted her for her beauty. Saem was never supposed to be, an accident. Relationships between humans and elves were almost unheard of, and profoundly frowned upon. And so, tucked into their little corner of the map, both races started to talk, hostility grew. The elves thought their relationship was dangerous, would bring Galbatorix's attention without a doubt. And, eventually, it would. And, a couple of months after Saem was born, Issar paniced and fled.
Mari mental capacity started to detariorate soon after that. She wasn't ready to be a mother, nor did she want to be. Not only didn't she have the money to support them, but mentally she couldn't cote. She grew depressed, ignoring and hating her own son, the one thing from which she couldn't couldn't escape, the one thing which connected her to Issar. She was a shell of a human, hallow inside. But Saem was an independent young man, and raised himself. At first the citizens of Merna were enthralled with the little half elf, teaching and raising him instead of his mother. But, by the time he was ten, trouble struck.
Galbatorix had caught wind of him. Struck by doubt and curiosity, he started to send soldiers to the village. The towns people grew uneasy, pointing fingers at each other. It didn't take long to learn the cause. Eventually, both the citizens and his own mother started to fear and loath him, hating that he was bringing trouble upon their heads. He was attacked by the local boys, and the adult only stood by and watched, silent. That was how he got the large X scar on his torso. So, when Galbatorix sent men to claim him, Saem went willingly.
At first the halfling was kept as a servent, though Galbatorix kept a close eye on him. Saem soon grew into an intelligent and charismatic young man, though alone Galbatorix could see the hot sorrow and icy rage inside of the boy. After two years, the King decided to give the boy a tutor. Over the next five years, he was taught literature, mathematics, and magic. Being half elf, Saem learned with an unheard of speed. At seventeen Galbatorix started to teach him privately, honing him into a lithe weapon.
His first mission was five years later, when the turned twenty two. His goal was to assassinate an important Varden member who had inflitrated the Imperial Court. Saem was successful, and after this incident his training intensified. Galbatorix experimented by giving him different jobs; from delivering messages to participating in politics to leading men in fights. In each he proved to do quite well. Three more years went by, in which time he continued to learn the languages of the other races and improve in magic. The King decided to give him his first test as a spy.
Saem was to infiltrate Du Weldenvarden under the guise of a half elf, search out their legendary city. At first he did quite well, before a young elf distracted him. She was a mere child, one who had his hair and facial structure, but more feminine. Curious, he investigated further. After a couple of days he found out that she was his half sister, and the location of his father. Saem was overcome with rage, blaming him for his mothers mental demise and the abuse he suffered as a child. And so, in his fury, killed his own father and kidnapped his sister. They then fled the forest. At first Ali was scared of Saem, but she was young and he gentle and patient, and she soon grew to trust him.
Galbatorix punished him severely for his failure, threatening to kill his newly found sister if he repeated the mistake. Thats how he got the scars on the inside of his wrist, a momentum of his failure. For the next fourteen years he trained and trained, in all manner of subjects, and committed unspeakable acts in the name of Galbatorix.
RP Sample:
"Im giving you one more chance, Allister." The man cringed away from Saem's slight figure, pressing himself against the wall as if he could sink through it. Saem had a pleasant smile on his face, though his eyes were as hard as ice.
"Please, Saem, I d-don't know anything!" The man sobbed, terror almost making his voice indecipherabe. Saem stalked forwards, as graceful as a cat, menacing in his apparently friendly face. In a move so fast it wasn't there, the halfling reached down and half dragged the man to his feet, fingers knotting in his collar. They were eye level now, and Saem's free hand pressed the release on the catch of his black glove. Silent, a knife slid forwards, piercing the cloth and slightly piercing the flesh under the mans chin.
"Now Allister, you have four seconds." The man squeaked out another please, but Saem was unrelenting.
"One."
"Please!"
"Two."
"Please, Saem, please..."
"Three."
"Okay! Okay! Ruatha Demice and Colit Ryuso, those are the only ones! I swear, don't kill me, I told you!" The man's eyes were wide and terrified, guilt showing plain in his face. Saem smiled kindly at him, before his knife flashed, slitting the mans throat. Looking down at the still form and wiping the knife on Allisters face, Saem shook his head. "I'm sorry, Allister. Your to much of a liability." Glancing at his wrist, Saem cursed in a low voice. According to time piece he'd created, he was late for his daily lessons with the king. Departing from the room, he shoved the knife back into it's hidden sheath.
As he strode quickly down the empty corridors, Saem straightened the collar of his red jacket, dusting it off to be more presentable. Five minutes later, he was before the large doors of the Kings room. The guards recongized Saem, and quickly stepped to the side, soundlessly. Galbatorix wasn't in the main room, but his immense dragon, Shruikan, as their. Saem bowed deeply to him, before asking in a quiet voice, "Where is King Galbatorix? I appologize for my lateness." The dragon eyed him for a moment, before deep voice reverbarated in his mind, causing his knees to tremble and his head to ache. In the other room, young one. He is not pleased, be cautious.
Saem nodded respectfully, before scampering into the other room. "My King-"
"Your late."
"My deepest apologies, Allister was more stubborn then I excepted." Again Saem bowed, just as deeply as before. A charming half smile outlined his lips though, and he flashed his knife briefly, still tinted red with blood. "With a little help he was more forth coming," Galbatorix eyed the young man with dark eyes, before gafawing loudly.
"Ah, Saem. Your are a snake tongued boy."
Anything Extra: Nah
