SILVERLANCE, nuada {Liam}

[NUADA SILVERLANCE]

PRINCE NUADA SILVERLANCE

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of the bethmoora clan. [/color]

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CLASSIFIED INFORMATION[/color]
"And your name is... oh, dear." -Nuala. [/color]

»»FULL NAME:[/b] Nuada Silverlance
»»AGE:[/b] Since the dawn of time.
»»OCCUPATION:[/b] Prince
»»FACTION:[/b] Magical Realm
»»SPECIES : [/b] Elf
»»ALIGNMENT:[/b] Evil is a form of perspective. While Nuada is an antagonist, I do not believe he can be considered evil. Perhaps, misunderstood.
»»CLASSIFICATION: [/b] Immortal, Telepathic, Martial Arts Master


THE DETAILS[/color]
"Give it up nasty, we can see you." -Hellboy. [/color]

»»EYE COLOR:[/b] Gold
»»HAIR COLOR:[/b] Silver with streaks of blonde.
»»HEIGHT:[/b] 6'0 feet (183cm)
»»PLAY BY:[/b] Luke Goss

»»APPEARANCE: [/b]

His body is perfect, agile, seemingly flawless, as if he had been designed by the greatest sculptors. Statuesque, as he may be, he carries himself with dignity and pride, ready to face the world head on. His narrow, yet capable waist, supports his wide shoulders that are etched in strange elvish symbols. These symbols spread briefly over his face and powerful, agile arms. His arms lead to large hands, with long fingers that are backed with skill and talent. He has long sturdy legs, and sure footwork. His perfectly toned muscles are product of strenuous hours in training, to which he remains faithful. His skin is of another world, palest of white, and clear in complexion, though sometimes scarred. For example, while fighting for the protection of his kind in the first war against humans, Nuada sustained damage. He, and his sister, share the result of several lashings, by means of scars down their back and shoulders.

He has long silver strands of beautiful hair, kissed with golden streaks, that falls smoothly over his shoulders, and back. He does not often pull it back, as it is unbecoming of him. Nuada bears the trademark 'royal scar' that all of the ruling class of elves wear. He also finds his sister Nuala's royal scar to be quite attractive, although it is admittedly rare for a female to bear such marks. Nuada also reveals a handful of distinguishing differences between himself and the rest of his kind: His eyes and mouth are tinted very dark, nearing a deep blue or black, depending on lighting and on health. Though the cause is unknown, as to why Nuada has darker features, there has always been rumors cycling around the magical world. Some believe his markings to be a physical embodiment of darkness that has consumed his mind and spirit, while others believe it was a spell, gifted upon him by a rite of passage among the trolls. Or even a personal preference to heighten both the ferocity of his appearance and his ability to move in the dark. Be that as it may, Nuada's darkened features are often viewed as slightly frightening as well as vampiric and inviting. Though he has dark features, he also has gold eyes which can sometimes come off as tinted by red orange depending on the light, always appearing cold, calculating and threatening. He does soften up near Nuala, if no one else.

He often wears dark colors, but rarely is spotted without wearing a sash with the royal seal emblazoned. He wears comfortable clothes, that allow for swift rapid movements. He prefers the color black, but will wear other earthly colors. He carries his magical silver spear and his sword of light at all times, should he have to part with them he will become a force to be reckoned with. While training he wears only his slacks, wristbands, and footwear. All in all, Nuada is a beautiful elf, near flawless in appearance, but remains to be a nearly indestructible man without aid.

»»PERSONALITY: [/b]

Nuada is a very proud individual, who carries himself with pride. He takes an interest to a great many things that set him apart from others of his race. For example, Nuada differed greatly from his own kind, because of his appreciation for other magical races. He seems to enjoy keeping trolls, goblins, ogres, and other breeds of fairy as company. He despises and loathes the human race, and feels they are naught but vile creatures. He bears a distinct infatuation for goblin-mechanics, and therefore can be viewed as a magical 'techno-geek' who practices creating, inventing and repairing things by himself. (In the films it even shows his anvil). He also created the mechanical hand for his best friend, and man at arms, Mr. Wink.
»»"They're over there. I bought them today. I haven't fed them, at all. I will go up first, you will follow. And remember Mr. Wink, don't be shy." - Prince Nuada

Aside from that, there is nothing he enjoys more than his underworld, which really should be the forest in his minds eyes. He feels that his kind, the magical race, has forgotten their place in the world, and is angered that they would live beneath humans. Along with his underworld he loves the remaining life that surrounds magical creatures. Though he grudges humans more than anything for driving his kind into hiding. What kind of world, while in a truce, should one have to hide? Nuada feels that it is their turn to dwell in the sunlight, that humans should have a taste of their own medicine.
»»"Sit *down*, proud, empty, hollow things that you are! Let this remind you why you once feared the dark." - Prince Nuada

There is one soul who he holds higher than his own, or at least equal to. This life is his dearest twin sister, Nuala. Nuala is his only sister, his only sibling, and the only person he has ever let this close to him. She is his polar opposite, but was at one time his closest friend. He shares a preternatural link that binds their spirit, mind, and body with her. This bond can either help them carry one another's burdens, or even help them locate one another. The bind also alerts them to when they are in danger, safe, or acting out of sorts. The bind is strongest when they are together. Nuada adores Nuala and will always value her opinions, even if he does nothing to change them.
»»" Blue? You always look so beautiful in blue. Blue, poetry, love, and lust. Only words. I will find it." - Prince Nuada

He also adores his father, and his position in the magical world. As the heir to the throne, he does not raise any claims to power outside of his wish to purge the earth and reclaim his people's birthright. Nuada is seeking the crown primarily to make sure that humanity is destroyed, not to rule in his fathers stead. He is the only son of King Balor, and has a right to claim the crown from him, if the court agreed with him that the king was no longer suited for the job. Nuada's capability as a talented warrior better proved his position as crown prince. Make no mistake that Nuada cherishes his father at least as much as he does his sister.
»»"[After killing his father] I have always loved you, Father." - Prince Nuada

He also enjoys hours upon hours of tiresome training. Though he will never see it as a burden. He loves to train with his magical spear (or lance) that was forged by magical silver. The spear expands into a longer version of itself, and bears a special tip that inflicts a mortal wound to immortal creatures. His sword of light is also of value to him. It has a special shape with a groove cut at its core to catch and dispatch blades of those who oppose him. It also pleases him greatly to dispatch humans with these weapons, as they are indeed the inferior race. As a tinkerer, he is highly interested in other races weaponry and ability to craft.
»»"Don't be shy." - Prince Nuada

Of all the things to hate, loathe or dislike, Nuada puts the world of humans on the top. He feels that they have become a greedy race, one who has forgotten their true place in the world. One in which has been corrupted by their need for money, buying things, and materialistic values.
»»"The humans... the humans have forgotten the gods, destroyed the earth, and for what? Parking lots? Shopping malls? Greed had burned a hole in their hearts that will never be filled! They will never have enough!" - Prince Nuada

Coming close to his dislike for the humans is that damned demon. Hellboy, as they call him. He dislikes any forces that oppose him, or try to stop him. Even more than Hellboy he loathes Abe Sapien for trying to separate him from his sister. He loathes the B.P.R.D. in general and feels that they are defending a useless cause, one in which should be made to die. The human race. The human race has forgotten everything good in the world, and judgment must be administered.
»»"[to Hellboy about the Forest god] Demon! What are you waiting for? This is what you want, isn't it? Look at it. The last of its kind. Like you and I. If you destroy it, the world will never see its kind again... You have more in common with us than with them. You could be a king... If you cannot command, than you must obey. " - Prince Nuada

He hates the feeling of helplessness as he watches the world he has grown to love. The world he was raised in. The world that developed and nurtured their race go to waste, fading away, slowly slipping through the guilty fingers of the human beings. He has returned from exile to reclaim the land that was once theirs, to save their own kind, and to bring the magical creatures back into the light where they belong. Too long has he been in exile, too long has he done nothing, he is ready to come out of the shadows and attack those who oppose him and his people once and for all.
»»"Honor? Look at this place! Where is the honor in this? Father, you were once a proud warrior. When did you become their pet? I have returned from exile to wage war and reclaim our land, our birthright! And for that I will call upon the help of all my people and they will answer. The good, the bad... [holds up the crown piece] ... and the worst." - Prince Nuada

He struggles with expressing himself to people who he loves, as they are very few in number, and he really loathes it when someone takes the power from him. He feels as though he has the world, and his word is the law in his world. Perhaps a bit spoiled, Nuada is not necessarily evil. He simply stands up for what is right for his world, and what he feels is best for his people.
»»"[To Nuala] Father always tried so hard to shield your heart from mine. " - Prince Nuada

Nuada's proof that he is still alive is his ability to fear, even though he often ignores such emotions. He fears that he will live to see the destruction of his world, everything his family, his kind, and himself had worked for. More so, he fears the death of his sister, and himself. He fears emotions, feelings, he must never show them to anybody, especially if the feeling is about a human, it would be the end of him. Lastly, to feel pain, it's something beyond Nuada's grasp of understanding.
»»"We will die, and the world will be poorer for it." - Prince Nuada


THE BACKGROUND[/color]
"I'm not a baby, I'm a tumor." -Tumor. [/color]

»»Balor: Nuada's father is none other than King Balor, the legendary one-armed king of Elfland. The former ruler of all magical races. Together the magical races are called 'the sons of the earth', or the Bethmoora Clan. He once commanded a Golden Army, but Balor ended the war and called a truce with the humans, losing the war to man's conquest, and his son to anger.

»»Danu: Nuada's mother was Danu, who is now known as the mythic mother goddess of the Tuatha Dé Danann. Aside from that, not much is known.

»»Nuala: Nuada's twin sister with whom he shares a very special bond. Should he bleed, she will bleed. They have a telepathic connection, and often feel each others feelings. Nuada has a great deal of respect for Nuala and seems to value her opinions and feelings as much as his own, without changing them.

»»IDOLS:[/b] Nuada looks up to his sister, and does not try to hide it. He adores her for being his polar opposite, and loves her ability to be rational when he is not. She soothes him, and he feels as though her intuition and empathy, her ability to care for him when most of the world had long since forgotten him, is his light at the end of the tunnel. In essence, Nuala is his idol, his influence, and his greatest strength.

»»HISTORY: [/b]

In brief: Nuada was trained as a warrior and a dignitary from birth. This was no more than custom for the old world royalty. He was a prince, and lived in a palace. He even served in the war against humanity both in battles and in the briefing room, creating strategy and battle plans. It was only after a great disagreement with his father the prince left the court of Bethmoora and wandered the earth as a nomad with a troll companion known as Mr. Wink. While his fathers court relocated, the prince moved about living in various places and observing humanity. He even learned to speak fluent English. He found permanent living quarters in the Troll Market after many years, and kept remnants of his life as a groomed royal to manage the life he currently has as a rogue. He seems unused to the idea of forest-life, which is most of what he longs for.

There was once a father tree called "Aiglin" in which all of the magical and mythical creatures lived under. Regardless of whether they were elves, fairies, beasts, ogres, trolls, or anything of the like, they all lived under this tree. Under Aiglin is where Nuada and his sister Nuala were born of their mother Danu, and their father Balor. As time passed, magical beings created a purpose for themselves, and continued living their lives with a dignified structure.

Nuada's mother went missing early in his life, and his father was there to support him and his twin sister and raise them. While Nuala studied as a scholar, and learned to read and write, Nuada had picked up the blade early. He would be raised to be a warrior. He trained daily and strenuously to be the best spear man on the planet, and also came naturally to the sword. Through many years of practice, Prince Nuada became a very proficient martial artist, and now masters the trade.

In his childhood, Nuala had been his best friend, and the closest to him. They would study together at dinner, and play in the fields, walk through the forest. Things of the like. Nuada always admired his sister, and still does, perhaps more than he should. He admires the scars that run over her face, her ability to stay calm through nearly any situation, and above all else, her ability to rationalize. Even though he carries hate that she cannot see, he admires her innocence, and how naive she is. He seeks to do no more than to protect her.

As he grew though, he realized that the light could not stay forever. The light, and hope faded, with the darkening skies and the quaking earth. Man had lost its way and had strayed from the path that once was set so clearly for them. Having been created with a hole in their heart, called greed, the kingdom of men sought to expand their dominion over the world. It was a time of war.

There was much bloodshed, as there is in any war, and the blood of elves, ogres, and humans mixed and stained the Earth. It was no secret to the world of magic that the humans would win the war without a miracle. Nuada being in love with the goblin blacksmith, had talked to him about 'possibilities' of craftsmanship, loathing his fathers soft-spot for humans. Nasty vermin. Later after much conversation, King Balor was addressed by the master goblin blacksmith, who offered a freedom unknown to man. He offered to build a golden army, 70 by 70 leagues, that would be both indestructible and unstoppable. King Balor's oldest son, Prince Nuada, begged his father to take the deal, and it was done. The goblins forged a magical crown to command this army, if the holder remained unchallenged.

This is the first event of Nuada's life that had changed the world. Balor observed the battle between the golden army and the humans and felt regret. The golden army was the perfect unit, it felt no pain and lost no life. Nuada would have let them tear the humans into non-existence. King Balor called a truce with the world of men. He split the crown into three pieces. One would be given to the humans. Two would be kept for the elves. In return for mercy, humans would have dominion over the earth, and the magical creatures would keep to the forests, until the end of time. Outraged by his fathers mercy towards a race that had forgotten the gods, and any sense of purpose, Prince Nuada went into self-imposed exile. Promising to return when his people needed him most. Which he feels is now.



THE PLAYER[/color]
"I can't smile without you...." -Abe & Hellboy. [/color]

»»YOUR NAME:[/b] Liam
»»GENDER:[/b] Male
»»AGE:[/b] 23
»»TITLE:[/b] "We will not fade."

»»POST SAMPLE:[/b]

The rain fell silently from the dark, overcast night sky as Prince Nuada returned to the crowded streets and alleys of the Troll Market. He had made his home here, at least temporarily, though he traveled much too frequently on his own business as of late to really be settled. The life of a rogue seemed to fit him like a glove, although he missed his twin sister Nuala more often than he cared to admit. He wondered, as he walked the streets, if she would recognize him now. If her feelings would be the same as they once were, or if he would be greeted like a complete and total stranger. It had been many years, many seasons, and many days since he had last seen his father or his sister. They had even relocated their refuge since they had last spoken. His decision would not falter. He stood firm in his self-imposed exile until the time was right to reclaim their birthright, he would wait until the people needed him most. Though, he knew in his heart that his time away from his twin was nearing an end. His time away from his responsibility was here. His people did need him, especially if they were living underground of all places. There was no honor to be had in this situation and who was responsible for their situation? Humans of course.

Humans had control over everything. Greed had burned a hole in their heart that they could not fill. Even after generations of attempting to fill this hole, their lust for power seemed to be insatiable. While Nuada cherished his father, King Balor, he was unable to accept his decision, this 'truce' with the inferior race. The humans had everything in their power, in their possession, the idea of a truce was ridiculous. The truce was nothing, save one-sided. Mankind could not be trusted to hold the end of the simplest bargain without cheating. It was no secret to Nuada that the only time a human would keep their end of the deal was when there was something to gain. Something in return. Some form of instant (or drawn out) gratification that would quench their greed for maybe five minutes before they found something else they desired to 'work' for.

Sighing, Nuada turned the corner down a dark alley and made his way toward the pub. He had been underground in the sewers today training with his sword and lance, and of course had been longing for the company of his companion Mr. Wink, a troll in whom he'd fashioned a metal hand for. Tinkering was one of Nuada's favorite past times, and he had always enjoyed creating and repairing items by himself. He was quite the handy man, and it made him feel a sense of accomplishment to finish such tasks, even if they were unimportant. The time was drawing nearer and nearer, and training was of the essence. Then again, so was time. Mr. Wink had listened to and helped Nuada devise a plan to come out of exile, and reclaim the lost crown piece of Bethmoora. The one the humans had taken for granted and were about to auction off. Stupid inferior beings.

Entering the pub, Nuada took a seat in the darkest corner of the dining chamber and sat down. This was a small pub known as the Leaky Dinghy and it was run by a group of ogres, with whom he had become fond of. Nuada isn't the hardest person to get along with, so long as you are not a human, though he is commanding, insensitive, and does not let anyone close. He sat down, though his golden eyes fell on the barkeeper, he knew he would not have to order anything as he had been coming regularly as of late. It was important to keep ones strength and health, and that entitled a healthy diet. He felt the eyes fall upon him, as he had not bothered to cloak himself. He did not pay any mind to anyone who feared him, or loved him, or simply did not know what to think. He was coming out of exile, and of course that means that he would be making himself known.

[THE STAFF]