Chasehner, Rwiden

[rwiden]

N A M E Ty
C O N T A C T S PM/CBox/Ask personally for MSN or AIM
O T H E R . C H A R A C T E R S N/A
R A N D O M . F A C T Never had a real job and I never plan to. I’ve been day trading ever since I discovered the stock market and since then I’ve never looked back.

N A M E Rwiden Chasehner
N I C K N A M E SN/A
A G E25
B I R T H D A T E April 2nd
G E N D E RMale
S E X U A L I T YHeterosexual
O C C U P A T I O N Rebel Leader
M A G I C Mind Control, Level 4:
Intentions, actions, speech…A man’s freedom can become his in the blink of an eye and he revels the power. A demi-god in essence, Rwiden is capable of seizing control of another’s mind and body, manipulating them in the purest of ways. While a puppet master may pull the strings that cause their marionette to move, he is a true master of “pulling strings”. His psychic attack is more like an invisible army; infiltrating and taking over the mind without the slightest indication it is being done until you are all but his to control. Every thought, every action, and even the most unconscious desire may no longer be your own once the Rebel King has wrapped his metaphysical reigns around your mind.

Who was once thought to be a very persuasive child has grown into a man who has never once known what it is to want. Rwiden has always gotten his way, even as a youth before his powers manifested fully he could control the thoughts and actions of others. It was evident when his childhood playmates refused to share only to more than willingly give up their toys to Rwiden once his gaze passed over them. As he grew older he never felt the pangs of failure, of loss and for sure has never known true defeat. Those who battle him may find themselves unwilling to block a lethal attack just as an opponent in chess- a master- may find themselves making foolish moves only to wonder later why they would do such a thing. Often Rwiden only controls individuals for a mere second but it is usually enough to change the course of things drastically. Often his mind control techniques are subtle and very few can decipher when they are under his control. He is capable of controlling individuals for longer periods of time but it is a very meticulous thing and often causes the individuals to black out while under control for extend periods of time. Rwiden’s powers have also been known to cause irreversible damage in those with weak minds and bodies; children, elderly people, and individuals who are very open to persuasion.

Recently Rwiden has buried himself in his studies and continues to strive for further the mastery of already incredibly power abilities. Obsessive, he believes he can create an army out of those who would willingly follow him as well as create one from those who do not using his powers. Rwiden also has developed an obsession with necromancy and for reasons unknown his search for a necromancer is tireless.

ADMIN CLASSIFICATIONS
Mind Control -- Level 4 -- Class B

H E I G H T 5’11
W E I G H T 185
B U I L D Lean muscle and athletic
E Y E S Rwiden’s eyes are large, doe-like sapphires that appear more feminine than masculine.
H A I R His brown hair is streaked with gold from over exposure and worn relatively short for a man who is not of the nobility. Though his locks are often a mess of curls and hairs gone astray the shortened length makes his looks to appear deliberate.
I D E N T I F I E R S Rwiden has a one inch scar along the back of his head he got during a scuffle with a thief whose biggest mistake in life was not killing the Rebel patriarch with the blow.
A P P E A R A N C E Handsome but what he’s seen and done over the years have given him an elderly look, and his cold blue eyes hide secrets that would cause the hardest of military men to shudder. His looks are more feminine than masculine; his large blue eyes and voluptuous lips are more womanly and his thin angular face may be a bit too small for his mouth. He rarely smiles but when he does he appears either extremely wicked or very generous. Rwiden often wears black breeches and loose fitting cotton shirts but in battle his leather tunics are plated in steel, with his battle skirt affording him the grace his lithe frame was intended to have.

He removes any facial hair from his face as soon as it grows, giving heed to his more feminine looks. And the rest of his hair of unkempt but deliberately so.

L I K E S
1. A small crackling fire in the dead of a cold night.
2. Alone time to study his craft and ponder over important issues.
3. Drinking; mostly wine and rum as a light drunk is the most altered he’d ever allow his body to become. He has felt the thoughts of drunks become his own and has been known to say that seizing control of a drunkards mind is comparable to running a knife through warm butter whereas controlling one who is sober is like hacking at bone with a machete.
4. He enjoys nature and thus has made his home in the mountains of Niendra where the wildlife is tough to tame but easy on the eyes.
5. Playing the tin whistle. Though an activity Rwiden has become less and less focused on he finds music the tin whistle produces soothing.
6. Hard-working folk. The people ranging from farmers to soldiers all fall under his favor as he identifies himself as a salt of the earth type.

D I S L I K E S
1. Royalty and Nobility of any kind. Though this is better described as a blind and intense hatred.
2. The tension between his fiancé and sister.
3. The city, though he blends right in with the city slickers when necessary.
4. The frustration that overtakes him when striving to learn more about his abilities.
5. Being interrupted when in deep thought.
6. Constant company.

F E A R S Nothing truly; though thoughts of fates similar to his father and mother finding his sister, brother, or fiancé plague him day and night.
S T R E N G T H S Clever, Witty, and dangerously ambitious. He has a work ethic unlike any other and is a natural born leader as well as a masterful tactician. Though he’s never been more than an average fighter his skills with his twin daggers are legend.
W E A K N E S S E STemperamental and as time goes on he is increasingly more paranoid. His blind loyalty to his family may make him weak at times but his irrational hatred of all things royal/noble trump all else.
Q U I R K SA deep thinker; one can often find Rwiden alone staring into the distance. When making a snap decision or faced with a problem he runs his hands through his hair and contorts his lips into odd shapes while he makes decisions.
G O A L SMastery and full control of his powers. Peace for his family and for the warring kingdoms. The destruction and dismantling of all current Royal regimes.
P E R S O N A L I T Y He’s a quick-witted, clever, no nonsense leader. He exudes authority and power even when he is not commanding or working his magic. The eldest Chasehner is like a lion, each movement is strong and well calculated with intent that could easily become lethal if he is rubbed the wrong way. He isn’t what anyone would consider friendly but he isn’t unlikeable by any means. He is serious but at the same time charismatic, his all heavily weighted with thought and meaning. Rwiden never speaks unless he is absolutely sure about what he is speaking on. In another time, Rwiden would be a grand king.

With all of that said, he has a temper and it shows when he becomes frustrated. The source of his frustration is often those who mean the most to him; his fiancé, his sister, and his brother. While Rwiden loves his fiancé he believes she can be a bit of a spit-fire and doesn’t see why she cannot coexist peacefully with his sister. His sister, on the other hand, isn’t the easiest to deal with either as she believes herself to be entitled just because they are blood. While he doesn’t see either his sister or fiancé as “fit to lead” the entire Rebellion he does believe one of them has the edge over the other, but he keeps that information to himself. Rwiden’s frustration with his brother stems from the fact that his brother is less hardened than he is, he wants his brother to be a cunning soldier and a ruthless hero for the rebels but his brother’s young and innocent heart keeps him from being so.

Lately, Rwiden’s behavior has become erratic with him obsessing over his power and furthering the rebel cause. The great burden of his insanely powerful abilities is chipping away at his mind and his irrational thinking often pollutes his otherwise brilliant tactics. He’s prone to fits of anger when any one expresses concern for him and many believe he is on the verge of breaking, though he doesn’t see it and few would ever voice such a thought to him. He’s paranoid with everyone, and his family is not immune.

The most important aspect of Rwiden that is not often displayed is his ruthlessness. Despite being a good leader one does not take control of a group so nefarious without being a bit nefarious himself. He’ll kill if he needs to and those who aren’t loyal to him suffer that punishment often. He’s been known to torture nobles he captures on raids as well as traitors to the rebellion. He’s dangerous in all aspects.

F A M I L Y Father [Deceased]
Mother [Deceased]
Amber Chasehner [22]
Aaren Chashner [20]
P L A C E . O F . B I R T H Niendra, Kernhrnst
H I S T O R Y There wasn’t much significance to Rwiden’s life before his father was killed. He had always been a very persuasive child, his abilities to manipulate others into doing what he wished stemming from his magic. He grew and was always a healthy child with a love of the outdoors and hard work. Sword-play intrigued him but without a good teacher his skills were never honed just as his abilities with a bow stopped at hunting. But his father and mother were wise, loving people and they recognized his abilities so despite their lack of wealth and the extra burden it would put on their Kellan they sent Rwiden away to the mage academy in the mountains. He studied his craft and honed it, even amongst others who were uniquely talent he was a shining prodigy. His interest in blades evolve to a more specific talent that came in the form of daggers, as he used his combination of strength and speed to become as adept as possible in the craft.

By the time he returned home he was fully matured, his body chiseled muscle and mind a steel trap. Though his father was still very much the patriarch he would often give Rwiden the “go ahead” to make important decisions concerning hunting and what would be needed for them to survive. He had been tracking fauna for days and returned home to his father with news that a large gathering near the Niendra/Carthonian border would be fruitful. Though Kellan objected due to the danger of traveling to close to Carthonia he went against his better judgment and decided to follow his son to where he believed would be the best hunting grounds.

The trip was indeed fruitful and Kellan and his sons slew two large bucks, it would be food for weeks to come. But as Kellan went ahead to retrieve the second buck a voice called from distance, a voice that demanded Kellan to halt. Though Kellan stopped dead in his tracks the crackling of ozone sounded and the hairs on Rwiden’s arms stood to attention as the air became filled with static. Lightning rifled through the forest and jarred Kellan’s body, thousands of volts boiling his insides until he was nothing more than a charred carcass. The soldiers who killed Kellan moved on without so much as another word and once they disappeared into the dense woods Rwiden moved to inspect the body.

A moment’s inspection and he confirmed his father’s death. In that moment he was immediately hardened and his hatred for royalty first sprouted. Hoisting his father’s body onto his back he made his way back to their home, his brother having the ability to walk only through Rwiden’s mind control techniques (the only time Rwiden has ever used his magic on any one he loves). When they returned home Rwiden placed the body in the shade and went to the house to tell his mother what had happened. Though few words could find his lips he recounted the story to his mother and sister only for them to collapse in tears. He was given the unfortunate task of digging his father’s grave and burying him as the rest of the family was beside themselves with grief. Though his mother, sister, and brother cried he remained silent, he had to be their rock…or so he thought.

Those nights wrecked havoc on Rwiden’s psyche the most when he would lay awake listening to the sobs of his family while he was unable to shed even a single tear.

Rwiden allowed a few weeks to pass before he traveled back to the Niendrian border where his father was murderer. It took him a considerable amount of time to find the fort that housed the soldiers that slew his father but he made quick work of them. With his mind control abilities working in full force the soldiers found they were slow to react to the mysterious man who wielded two long daggers, and the soldiers fell in a bloody haze. The rebellion was born in that moment for Rwiden left one soldier alive with a message for the monarchy in Niendra. He told the man that the Rebels would rain hell down upon them and that peace would prevail whether it was through abdication or bloodshed. It has been five years and the King has yet to abdicate. Rwiden gathers more followers every day and soon enough the Rebels will convert from small time raids and terrorism to a full blown coup.

C O D E . W O R D -adminedit-
S A M P L E . P O S T Like her mate she had grown bored with his pre-match bravado, his address to the court before him seemed to fall deafly upon her ignorant ears. It was a pity; the woman might have learned something had she not been so keen to begin the battle. He was perceptive nonetheless, for as she snaked about moving behind the lounging Jackal he watched from two jaded sapphire orbs that hid all of his inner loathing for the vile creature making her way towards him. As transmogrification washed over his masculine form he stood before them bathed in silken fur, breathing hot venomous breathes through salivating fangs that hungered for conflict, for retribution. His thoughts took him back to every scuffle he had ever endured; tiffs with schoolyard bullies, back alley brawls with drunkards, right up to the night he struggled violently with her father as he pressed the life out of him with a goose feather pillow. The beast within him clawed anxiously at its metaphysical cage howling, begging to be let loose. His stomach was tight with anticipation as he yearned to bite, to rip, to tear, to kill with every fiber of his being. The thought of the tangy metallic life blood draining from her into his mouth, cascading down his throat as if it were brandy wine intoxicating his every thought, movement, and gesture made him giddy. The hatred he felt for his father, for his enemies was immense in this moment as remember what it was like to be naïve and to be weak. He had allowed his mother to be hurt, to be destroyed by his own foolishness and naivety. How could he not win this battle? He had too much at stake, too much pride, too much to prove to himself. <BR><BR>
A battle is won and lost in a matter of seconds. She struck and time stood still as instantly the two warriors were locked in a dance that would spill their blood, their guts onto the jungle floor. Tonight amongst the cool but humid jungle ozone would be the smell of death and carnage. It was a smell all too akin to a place like this, the Amazon paradise where predators lurked in every treetop, hidden in every bit of thick brush that would allow them cover. Ishtar was a place of war and savagery and in the moments before the fight began Hyde had truly not understood it. He knew of the vicious men and women who had inhabited the land, he knew they test him but until this point Hyde had not known what it had meant to be truly brutal. He hadn’t become the King of Ishtar in his fight against Dante, the transformation was still taking place and where or not he made the transition relied heavily on the outcome of this battle. His eyes narrowed, he crouched as his body tensed into an even more staunch defensive position. <BR><BR>
Rancorous daggers took to the air carried by swift wings on a course towards the canine’s most vital point. A blow to the neck was lethal, almost always hampering and would cause problems from there on out. The swipe was feline-esque in every way as the giant leopard sprawled forth in a killing frenzy that forced Hyde to react. The size difference between the two was immense and if there was any distance between the two beasts he knew than his opponent would be the one able to close it, not him. He needed to stay close. She moved forward with her attack and so did he, but he dropped lower in order to keep his center of gravity greater so she could not knock him on his back. He twisted his body to the left, opposite of her attack. His front leg pushing hard to the side as his hind legs mustered as much torque as possible to swing him to the side. He felt her claws cut into him, but they missed their mark as he had moved forward causing her attack to strike further back than anticipated. Blood immediately dampened his fur as it welled forth, caking in his fur. A seething pain ripped through his side as he knew she had struck along his upper front leg, near his shoulder but he had moved to the side enough that she could not gather enough to his flesh to pull him forth and dictate his movement. She could’ve tried to bite down but he was already within her guard, crouched down, she would’ve been straining her neck to nip his back. But Hyde wasn’t through yet, he used all his strength to power himself forward towards the front leg of hers that was planted and with all his might aimed to clamp down on it and break the bone.<BR><BR>
Summary: As she attacked Hyde moved forward and slightly to the side, moving into the blow he caused the claws to land a little further back from their mark and having moved slightly to the side they didn’t sink as deep so she could not be able to rake him in and slam him towards the ground. Since he was now in a little closer to her he lowered his body, meaning if she bit down she’d have to go a little further to get as his back, and while doing that she’d not only leave her neck unprotected but give herself up to his attack. He struck at her front leg using enough force to try and break it or severe the muscles, tendons, and all that other juicy stuff that would keep her from being able to use it. <BR><BR>

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