Cirdans Profile

~ Basics ~
Name: Cirdan
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Class: Mage
Race: Elf
Alignment: Good


~ Appearance ~
Height: 6'1
Eyes: Blue
Hair Color: Golden/Silver
Hair Style: Pony Tail
Complexion: Pale
Build: Average
Scars: On the back a whip mark


~ Personal ~
Weapons:
Har'Dro Names: Earth Stopper, Earth Buster, Mother Natures Sword, Har’dro
Powers: Al living things (Dragons, Weak minded humans, Viruses, Plants) refuse to hurt or attack the owner of this sword. ( Only strong minded beings are able to dodge this ability.)

Because of the sword being made from materials of the realm, ( Earth or something. ) and being combined it has created a “ Super mineral “ if you will. This Super Mineral, which is what the sword is made of, has properties from every mineral, or the ones that can be used by the sword, A couple of these are :
Heat Resistant
Cold/Ice Resistant
Shock Resistant
Erosion “Air / Water “ Resistant
Sound Resistant
Small amount of Piezoelectricity
Extreme Durability
Extreme Sharpness
Can hold a lot of Magic
Makes all of it’s magic Undetectable
Layer form ( As soon as one layer gets destroyed, the next layer would have already created a resistance to what previously destroyed the first layer. And this information keep’s being carried over for each layer destroyed. Seemingly infinite amount of layers. )

Magical powers:
Ability to gather energy from all forms of beings. ( Even though Cirdan can hold the blade and do this, letting it touch the ground, makes this process go faster. Cirdan can also put energy into this sword directly from himself, but rarely needs to. )

Ability to come back to Cirdan. ( If Har’dro would some how become in the clutches of his opponent or somebody, if Cirdan calls, it will force itself down into the ground, dissipate, then reappear in front of Cirdan. It wouldn’t matter if the ground was cement, rock, 328734823th floor of some building, or if Cirdan was on some other plane, while the guy holding Har’dro was in some black hole. It doesn’t really need to go into the ground, but it does if it doesn’t want to spend any of it’s own energy. And it wouldn’t dissipate with the guy/gal holding it either. It would simply just poof out of their hands. )

Green leaf. ( A small green leaf appears on the end of the handle of the huge sword. This small green leaf will repair broken limbs, chopped off limbs, diseases, viruses, poisons, etc, It will bring Cirdan back to full health, when he eats it. And not only that, it will give Cirdan a lot more strength, intelligence, dexterity, agility, speed, willpower, reflexes, magic power, physical durability, eye sight, hearing, touch, smell, and taste. After Cirdan eats the small leaf, a new leaf appears every ten seconds, depending on the amount of energy put into Har’dro. This leaf only works for those Cirdan wants it to work on. If someone he doesn’t like or want to eat the leaf, eats the leaf, it would have no effect on them, other than a bad taste. )

Vines. ( Two small vines come out from either side of the handle of the sword, and are controlled by Cirdan. Cirdan does not have to be holding the sword to use this ability. The vines can stretch to about 100 ft. They can also grow longer with more energy. )

Stormbringer: This powerful enchanted black blade is a member of a demon race that takes on the form of a sword, and as such is a force of chaos and evil. Stormbringer's edge is capable of cutting through virtually any material not protected by potent sorcery, and it can kill any unprotected human in one swing. Its most distinctive features are that it is sentient (if not sapient), with a mind and will of its own, and that it feeds upon the souls of those it kills. Cirdan loathes the sword but is almost helpless without the strength and vitality it confers him.

Stormbringer’s hunger for souls is such that it frequently betrays Cirdan by creating a bloodlust in Cirdan and turning in his hands and killing friends and lovers. The cursed nature of the sword adds to Cirdans guilt and self-loathing even as he feels pleasure when the stolen lifeforce enters his body.


Sword of Heavens: Passed down to him along time ago to one of the arch angels upon the heavens telling Cirdan that he will be needing this when the time has come. The sword of heavens posseses holy energies in which can stop the undead or vampires from ever reaching or harming Cirdan so long as he wields this sword.

Holy Sword: The holy sword was given to him during his years in training as a paladen so long ago yet he decided it wasn't best for him to become a Paladen at this time that he was destined for far more greater things. The paladens were kind about his decision and respected him well enough to let him keep this sword and welcomed him back to there sanctuary at any given time he wishes or is ready.

Clothing: Black Leather Pants, Nithreadel armor and Dark Elven Cloak
Important Items: Blood Ring, Dragon Jewel Necklace
Magick: Elementals, Psionics, Illusions.
Dialects Spoken: Elven, Drow.

~ Self ~
Fear: Evil Bunny Rabits and Mimes! And Evil clowns with those shinny noses and the shinny part which is bad cause it's his flaw and yeah.. not good..
Dislike: Bunny Rabits and Mimes (Mimes dont talk thats why it freaks him out)
Like: Women lots of women.. Hey im being honest arn't i?
Quirks: Shinning things destract him and sometimes even gets him into trouble.
Flaws: He likes shinny things when they sparkle.

~ Family ~
Mother: Doesn't know his mother.
Father: Elros Carnisor
Brothers: Drake Carnisor
Sisters: Arenal Carnisor, and Xena
Soul Siblings: Akuma
Life mates:
Recognized: Emporer
Children: None.
Other Relatives: None


~ History ~
Skills: Elementals, Illusions
Personality: He's open minded to everyones opinions, he's really patiant towards others and a nice guy
Character’s History:

Personality: He has a positive out look on things he is a nice person at least until you get on his bad terms. Not much to say about him except sometimes he is too nice for his own good.

Character’s History:
Along time ago Cirdan was once a slave to the vamperic race it was said that there was an elf who had the perfect blood to become a mix bread an elven vampire. With both vamperic, blood and elven blood would cause that creature to become stronger then normal having the vamperic traits such as immortality upon certain weapons and spells, the downfall to the vamperic traits is the craving for lust and the ideal of not being able to travel during light anymore.
During one dark stormy night, Cirdan curled up besides him self seeing as how he had no one else to hold onto he held his hands upon his legs it has been weeks since he had eaten anything he could hear his stomach growling. Cirdan gazed upon the entrance of his cell as he watched the shadows danced upon the walls. Letting off a soft sigh not understanding why they had captured him in the first place not understanding there methods behind this outrage.

For weeks Cirdan, suffered beatings from the vampire clan that captured him so long ago these whips were made of sharp spikes at the ends with small blades not big enough to kill but good enough to injure severally and leaving behind marks upon his backs. Until one faithful day that Cirdan finally had enough of this torture, he managed to grab a hold of one of the vampires whips, Cirdan gazed upon the vampire who struck him and gave him a s strong jerk with the whip sending him flying forward towards the gates of the jail cell. The guard slammed hard against it causing him to fall back words knocking him out cold. Cirdan quickly scrambled to his feet rushing at the gates reaching his hands between the bars grabbing a hold of the guards’ legs. The guard twitched slightly but Cirdan successfully dragged his side body to the cell as he grabbed a hold of his keys as he brought them towards himself.

Cirdan looks at the keys as he scans them searching for his key to unlock him out of jail to his success he had found the key, sliding his hands through the bars towards lock opening it and unlocking the pad locks. With out hesitation he grabs a hold of the guard’s sword; after picking up the sword, he makes a running dash towards the exit of the castle to make his grand escape. However, upon his leave he alerted several other guards. To Cirdans demise, he was caught before he reached for the large black double door that was upon the castles entrance/ exit. With quick slashes, several whips would fly towards Cirdan causing the whips to slam into his back Cirdan soon collapsed upon the ground sitting there almost like a dog screaming from pain and agony. Cirdan looked down as he saw his blood drip down upon his back his ragged cloths torn to shreds (They look like traditional slave cloths back in the old days.) Cirdan attempted to reach out for the doors handles to open it but three more whips came flying towards him, all Cirdan could here was the wind blowing against his body and the stinging of the whips leaving huge gashes upon his back.

Moments later as all hope seems to have failed a white light appeared out of no wears the light was made of the same Energy as the sun, which drove away the vampires the light soon, seized as Elros (Cirdans father) appears in the middle of the scene looking at Cirdan who was lying there helplessly. Elros with all his fury summoned all the positive mana with in the surrounding areas the heavens begin to open up with in the skies causing the dark grey clouds to disappear. The sun soon blew open a large whole upon the ceiling, Elros quickly rushes towards Cirdan covering him from the falling rocks from the ceiling as soon as the rocks stopped falling he looks at Cirdan as he places his hands upon his body calling fourth the powers of the heavens to aid him upon the time of need… As the heavens answer his call a another beam of light comes shooting down upon them a soothing aura as several small orbs come trailing down circling around Cirdan causing the blood that was around him to be sucked into the orbs.

The orbs that circled around Cirdan at the time started to heal them, a flash of white light shoots across the rooms causing both Elros and Cirdan to disappear from the castle into a room made out of white marbled walls, as well as the floor that is of white stone. Cirdan layed upon his bed still not fully healed coughing slightly Cirdan opened his eyes… ‘’ what happened to me? ‘’ he turns around scanning the area and spots his father laying there upon the chair. Cirdan gets up from his bed placing his feet upon the cold floor yawning some. He stared blankly at his father for a moment pondering chucking a rock at him if he does not wake up….

Moments later Elros opened his eyes to see Cirdan sitting there starring at him. ‘’ Cirdan are you ok son?’’ He got up, looks at him, moving over to him, wraps his arms around him, and hugs Cirdan tightly. ‘’ You had me worried there for a moment. ‘’ he looks at Cirdan and smiles and places his hands upon his cheeks. ‘’ You did good Cirdan you remained strong and you kept up hope. I am sorry for making you be in that war I regretted sending you now... No one had to have suffered in there. As for the vampire clan who started it they have been whipped out the face of the earth we slayed them all with no remorse it is over..’’ He gazed at Cirdan a brief smile across his face. ‘’ I think it’s time that you full fill your destiny for I believe that you are meant for far greater things then just this… I have seen it...Cirdan looks at Elros and nods slightly somewhat in a daze more confusion then anything of what is going on right now… ‘’ Yes, I understand I guess just I do not know where to look…’’’