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− | The words echo'd from wall to wall as Numsgil arose from being knelt down in what it seemed to be a dark room lined with candles that seemed to be lit for hours due to how short the stims were, along filled with a variety of dark robed others of every other race. With a quick glance at his surroundings, the young Hyur took a glance down at his gloved hands, silently pulling his left hand to his only exposed eye. Foot steps slowly became louder and louder as if they were getting closer. Picking up of his head, a Lalafell that seemed to have the same robes the others were wearing, the only difference being the color of his scarf; would stand face to face with the boy himself. With a desperate tone in his voice, Numsgil opened his mouth as his head dropped softly, | + | The words echo'd from wall to wall as [https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/pages/Numsgil_Mcminnar Numsgil] arose from being knelt down in what it seemed to be a dark room lined with candles that seemed to be lit for hours due to how short the stims were, along filled with a variety of dark robed others of every other race. With a quick glance at his surroundings, the young Hyur took a glance down at his gloved hands, silently pulling his left hand to his only exposed eye. Foot steps slowly became louder and louder as if they were getting closer. Picking up of his head, a Lalafell that seemed to have the same robes the others were wearing, the only difference being the ash-brown color of his scarf; would stand face to face with the boy himself. With a desperate tone in his voice, Numsgil opened his mouth as his head dropped softly, without being able to murmur a word, he stared at the ground. "W-Where am I...? Who are you people...?" The boy pleaded for answers desperately in his head over and over. A small hand found it's way to the bottom of his chin, forcibly but softly pulling Numsgil's head up to meet eye to eye. "As a final chapter of your training, you must sacrifice something of importance to channel your full potential power." Eyes shaking in fear and not knowing where he was, the Hyur would continue to plead and try to move, yet through his best attempts to escape, some sort of force held him kneel'd to the ground. "Let us begin." As the last word escaped the Lalafell's lips, the small hand would move slowly from Numsgil's mouth to his exposed eye. "PLEASE STOP. NO. NOOOOOO!!!!!" Ran through his head and before he knew it, a burst of light filled his vision completely almost as if looking and being blinded by the sun above. |
− | Unable to open his mouth to speak or cry for help, the now Hyur layed knelt down in a vast open body of water that seemed to connect an ocean to sky the more he looked out into the distance. Water dripping down the black leather on his coat, the boy pulled himself to his feet and took a glance | + | Unable to open his mouth to speak or cry for help, the now Hyur layed knelt down in a vast open body of water that seemed to connect an ocean to sky the more he looked out into the distance. Water dripping down the black leather on his coat, the boy pulled himself to his feet and took a glance down into the water to stare at his own reflection off of the water itself. Black leather robes would look back, maroon red pieces of cloth lined the flare of the coat's flared collar, topped off with a coned magician's hat. Pulling his attention back to his surroundings moments later, a woman in the distance caught his eye. Brown flowing hair would sway with the flow of wind as a familiar song being hummed set his heart into deep pain. Before Numsgil knew it, he took a step forward. The step forward turned into a small pace as the humming became louder and louder. With each step closer the hums became more and more familiar before it finally hit him. "Mother...?" Water stayed stagnant around the black robed boy's ankles as the words escaped his lips. It seemed as if time flowed in slow motion. The woman turned toward him. "Numsgil?" A feminine voice would ask before meeting eye to eye. Tears began to roll down the Hyur's cheeks, under the leather face mask that lay on top of his face. It couldn't be. A moment passed before dropping to his knees. Familiar soft, warm arms would wrap around the boy's shoulders before pulling the cone shaped hat off his head, placing it softly on top of the water to the side of her, floating yet not moving an inch. "It may seem the storm is roaring hard, but with my hand in yours, we'll make it through. Push forward my love, for we will conquer everything together as one." Ever so softly whispered to him, Kaia's skin grew cold as night. |
− | " | + | A sharp pain pierced the back of Numsgil's neck. Through a cough in pain, blood sprayed across the water below. Long, white fingers formed their way around the Hyur's neck as the boy was risen out of the body of water. Through extreme pain, he managed to open his eye. What before him was no longer the woman he once knew as his loving mother, it was a daemonic being that seemed to run through his nightmares ever since his mother passed away. "EheheheEHEHEHEAHAHAHA! Pathetic, worthless boy! You think your mother would ever come back to a weakling like you?! HAHAHAHA!" Through the raspy, daemonic voice that echo'd yet almost as if a male and female were talking at the same time, the black robed Hyur would glance down as the last bit of pain in his heart would completely fade away. "HAHAHA- Huh?" The pale skinned, long black haired yellow glowing eye'd Void Creature would ask before setting eyes to the boy. Numsgil's face completely faded into a black abyss. A yellow glow would shine through the darkness from the eye exposed before the Void being would be forcibly pushed away. Their body flopping and skidding across the water, the creature would manage to get back to their knees to only look up to find the once caring boy just walk toward them ever so slowly. "Was... WAS THAT ALL?! EhheheheheHUAAHAHA-" Cut off from the brown glove that now gripped the mouth of the creature, Numsgil's fiery yellow eye would stay staring at the raspy, daemonic woman. "I'm tired of you haunting me. I'm tired of running. I'm tired of you TAUNTING ME ALL THESE YEARS!" As the last word escaped the Hyur's lips in a tone of voice that showed absolute anger, a grand flame would form all around his hand before an explosion immediately detach the creature's jaw from it's socket. Falling to it's knees, the creature would lung back in a swift counter attack. "I'LL KILL YOU-" As the creature striked, the last words would be cut short before a ball of dark energy formed around the creature, pulling it into the air. Smashing it into the bed of water multiple times, the boy's body began to form purple flames. Laying motionless, the angry Numsgil walked to the creature, throwing the front of his boot directly into the side of it's head before using the same dark energy to move it a few feet away. A few moments passed before the yellow flame that peeked it's way through the black void of the boy's face would look skyward, hands raised. Elements of void and flame formed around the boy's body entirely as a meteor that seemed to be channeled from another realm forced it's way through a ripple in the air a few feet high. Using all his might, the boy would quickly change his the motion of his hands, almost as if pulling something down as hard as he could. The creature pulled itself to it's feet and cracked it's neck, tongue dangling, it began to dash toward the boy. Crushed under the weight of the giant rock, the creature would instantly vanish into a puff of black void, fading off into the air along with the meteor fading into shards in the air, fading away as it raised into the sky. |
− | The sky turned pitched black as the water | + | The battle had been won. The anger and adrenaline calming in Numsgil's body, his face shifted from a black abyss to the green eye'd boy he once was. The last bit of yellow flame shooting from his eye faded away slowly as he dropped to his knees. Exhausted, through a pant the black robed Hyur picked up his head the best he could before opening his eyes to an environment that once was occupied by a beautiful sky turned pitched black as the water ran from a clear blue to a blood red. A booming voice echo'd all around him. Pulling his hands to his ears, Numsgil would clinch his teeth in pain. "Thou. Art. Ready." Would be said over and over until the boy couldn't handle it anymore. Screaming at the top of his lungs up into the air to try to block out the voice, the Hyur passed out dead cold into the water. |
+ | Groggy and not knowing where he was, Numsgil would open his eyes to find himself standing in a crowd of a cult of black robed people of all races yet again. Taking a glance down, the Hyur would notice the Private's Dragoon uniform would occupy his body before taking a glance back up. Not being able to say a word, he watched as all the others bowed, exposing what there were all gathered there to do. A Hyur with a green exposed eye would look down at the crowd in a blank stare almost as if his soul was completely gone. A moment later, a Lalafell would stumble up the few steps infront of robed man. "Crowe. You have given your eye to the Dark Arts of the Black Magic and furthermore finished your last chapter. I, Grand Master Yotanona proudly announce you as title of Black Mage. May your path lead to further destruction." As the last words slipped the little man's lip, clapping would commence and echo through out the room. With a step forward through the crowd, time stopped completely. The man that was being congratulated would step forward and stare directly into the eyes of the young Dragoon. Something was familiar about this robed figure. It was off and gave Numsgil a terrible gut feeling. A moment passed before the Black Mage would remove the cone shaped hat along with the leather face mask. It was as if looking in the mirror. A sinister smile formed onto the face of the doppelganger as a flash of yellow would run through the green of his eyes. Unable to move or speak, Numsgil stood helpless as he watched the same face in black robes pull his arms up, elements of flame and void forming at his hands. Terrified, the young Dragoon looked up to watch as a meteor falling onto him. | ||
− | + | Waking up in a sweat, Numsgil found himself panting as hard as he could as he ran his hand to his right eye. "What in the Ifrit's Hellfire...?" He asked himself before staring outside the rainy window of the Inn he was occupied for the night. | |
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− | '''Common Appearance:''' Stands at 5'9", 170 pounds, and despite being lean, he has a toned body layered with lean muscles. Facial features consist of chin hair along with twin scars lined along side his cheeks | + | '''Common Appearance:''' Stands at 5'9", 170 pounds, and despite being lean, he has a toned body layered with lean muscles. Facial features consist of chin hair along with twin scars lined along side his cheeks. |
− | '''Personality:''' | + | '''Personality:''' Mostly always completely silent, Crowe's personality is consisted of Numsgil's anger. He thrives off of the pain of others. |
− | '''Clothing:''' | + | '''Clothing:''' Lined with black, leather robes, Crowe wears a cone shaped hat ontop of a leather mask that only allows one eye to be shown. |
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− | |list = * Alignment: [http://www.easydamus.com/ | + | |list = * Alignment: [http://www.easydamus.com/neutralevil.html Neutral Evil] |
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− | + | Heart as cold as ice. Crowe could care for anyone else but himself. | |
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− | + | Crowe seems to have a really big weakness to notions and mentions of his personality double. If mentioned, Crowe is set into an instant berserk. | |
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− | Skilled and trained in the | + | Skilled and trained in Black Magic, Crowe is trained under the Order of Black Mages in Ul'Dah. |
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"Crowe" (Numsgil Mcminnar) | |
Gender | Male |
Race | Hyur |
Clan | Midlander |
Citizenship | Ul'Dah |
Age | 21 |
Nameday | 8th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon |
Occupation | Freelance Black Mage |
Sexuality | Heterosexual |
Guardian | Halone, the Fury |
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"Arise, Crowe."
The words echo'd from wall to wall as Numsgil arose from being knelt down in what it seemed to be a dark room lined with candles that seemed to be lit for hours due to how short the stims were, along filled with a variety of dark robed others of every other race. With a quick glance at his surroundings, the young Hyur took a glance down at his gloved hands, silently pulling his left hand to his only exposed eye. Foot steps slowly became louder and louder as if they were getting closer. Picking up of his head, a Lalafell that seemed to have the same robes the others were wearing, the only difference being the ash-brown color of his scarf; would stand face to face with the boy himself. With a desperate tone in his voice, Numsgil opened his mouth as his head dropped softly, without being able to murmur a word, he stared at the ground. "W-Where am I...? Who are you people...?" The boy pleaded for answers desperately in his head over and over. A small hand found it's way to the bottom of his chin, forcibly but softly pulling Numsgil's head up to meet eye to eye. "As a final chapter of your training, you must sacrifice something of importance to channel your full potential power." Eyes shaking in fear and not knowing where he was, the Hyur would continue to plead and try to move, yet through his best attempts to escape, some sort of force held him kneel'd to the ground. "Let us begin." As the last word escaped the Lalafell's lips, the small hand would move slowly from Numsgil's mouth to his exposed eye. "PLEASE STOP. NO. NOOOOOO!!!!!" Ran through his head and before he knew it, a burst of light filled his vision completely almost as if looking and being blinded by the sun above.
Unable to open his mouth to speak or cry for help, the now Hyur layed knelt down in a vast open body of water that seemed to connect an ocean to sky the more he looked out into the distance. Water dripping down the black leather on his coat, the boy pulled himself to his feet and took a glance down into the water to stare at his own reflection off of the water itself. Black leather robes would look back, maroon red pieces of cloth lined the flare of the coat's flared collar, topped off with a coned magician's hat. Pulling his attention back to his surroundings moments later, a woman in the distance caught his eye. Brown flowing hair would sway with the flow of wind as a familiar song being hummed set his heart into deep pain. Before Numsgil knew it, he took a step forward. The step forward turned into a small pace as the humming became louder and louder. With each step closer the hums became more and more familiar before it finally hit him. "Mother...?" Water stayed stagnant around the black robed boy's ankles as the words escaped his lips. It seemed as if time flowed in slow motion. The woman turned toward him. "Numsgil?" A feminine voice would ask before meeting eye to eye. Tears began to roll down the Hyur's cheeks, under the leather face mask that lay on top of his face. It couldn't be. A moment passed before dropping to his knees. Familiar soft, warm arms would wrap around the boy's shoulders before pulling the cone shaped hat off his head, placing it softly on top of the water to the side of her, floating yet not moving an inch. "It may seem the storm is roaring hard, but with my hand in yours, we'll make it through. Push forward my love, for we will conquer everything together as one." Ever so softly whispered to him, Kaia's skin grew cold as night.
A sharp pain pierced the back of Numsgil's neck. Through a cough in pain, blood sprayed across the water below. Long, white fingers formed their way around the Hyur's neck as the boy was risen out of the body of water. Through extreme pain, he managed to open his eye. What before him was no longer the woman he once knew as his loving mother, it was a daemonic being that seemed to run through his nightmares ever since his mother passed away. "EheheheEHEHEHEAHAHAHA! Pathetic, worthless boy! You think your mother would ever come back to a weakling like you?! HAHAHAHA!" Through the raspy, daemonic voice that echo'd yet almost as if a male and female were talking at the same time, the black robed Hyur would glance down as the last bit of pain in his heart would completely fade away. "HAHAHA- Huh?" The pale skinned, long black haired yellow glowing eye'd Void Creature would ask before setting eyes to the boy. Numsgil's face completely faded into a black abyss. A yellow glow would shine through the darkness from the eye exposed before the Void being would be forcibly pushed away. Their body flopping and skidding across the water, the creature would manage to get back to their knees to only look up to find the once caring boy just walk toward them ever so slowly. "Was... WAS THAT ALL?! EhheheheheHUAAHAHA-" Cut off from the brown glove that now gripped the mouth of the creature, Numsgil's fiery yellow eye would stay staring at the raspy, daemonic woman. "I'm tired of you haunting me. I'm tired of running. I'm tired of you TAUNTING ME ALL THESE YEARS!" As the last word escaped the Hyur's lips in a tone of voice that showed absolute anger, a grand flame would form all around his hand before an explosion immediately detach the creature's jaw from it's socket. Falling to it's knees, the creature would lung back in a swift counter attack. "I'LL KILL YOU-" As the creature striked, the last words would be cut short before a ball of dark energy formed around the creature, pulling it into the air. Smashing it into the bed of water multiple times, the boy's body began to form purple flames. Laying motionless, the angry Numsgil walked to the creature, throwing the front of his boot directly into the side of it's head before using the same dark energy to move it a few feet away. A few moments passed before the yellow flame that peeked it's way through the black void of the boy's face would look skyward, hands raised. Elements of void and flame formed around the boy's body entirely as a meteor that seemed to be channeled from another realm forced it's way through a ripple in the air a few feet high. Using all his might, the boy would quickly change his the motion of his hands, almost as if pulling something down as hard as he could. The creature pulled itself to it's feet and cracked it's neck, tongue dangling, it began to dash toward the boy. Crushed under the weight of the giant rock, the creature would instantly vanish into a puff of black void, fading off into the air along with the meteor fading into shards in the air, fading away as it raised into the sky.
The battle had been won. The anger and adrenaline calming in Numsgil's body, his face shifted from a black abyss to the green eye'd boy he once was. The last bit of yellow flame shooting from his eye faded away slowly as he dropped to his knees. Exhausted, through a pant the black robed Hyur picked up his head the best he could before opening his eyes to an environment that once was occupied by a beautiful sky turned pitched black as the water ran from a clear blue to a blood red. A booming voice echo'd all around him. Pulling his hands to his ears, Numsgil would clinch his teeth in pain. "Thou. Art. Ready." Would be said over and over until the boy couldn't handle it anymore. Screaming at the top of his lungs up into the air to try to block out the voice, the Hyur passed out dead cold into the water.
Groggy and not knowing where he was, Numsgil would open his eyes to find himself standing in a crowd of a cult of black robed people of all races yet again. Taking a glance down, the Hyur would notice the Private's Dragoon uniform would occupy his body before taking a glance back up. Not being able to say a word, he watched as all the others bowed, exposing what there were all gathered there to do. A Hyur with a green exposed eye would look down at the crowd in a blank stare almost as if his soul was completely gone. A moment later, a Lalafell would stumble up the few steps infront of robed man. "Crowe. You have given your eye to the Dark Arts of the Black Magic and furthermore finished your last chapter. I, Grand Master Yotanona proudly announce you as title of Black Mage. May your path lead to further destruction." As the last words slipped the little man's lip, clapping would commence and echo through out the room. With a step forward through the crowd, time stopped completely. The man that was being congratulated would step forward and stare directly into the eyes of the young Dragoon. Something was familiar about this robed figure. It was off and gave Numsgil a terrible gut feeling. A moment passed before the Black Mage would remove the cone shaped hat along with the leather face mask. It was as if looking in the mirror. A sinister smile formed onto the face of the doppelganger as a flash of yellow would run through the green of his eyes. Unable to move or speak, Numsgil stood helpless as he watched the same face in black robes pull his arms up, elements of flame and void forming at his hands. Terrified, the young Dragoon looked up to watch as a meteor falling onto him.
Waking up in a sweat, Numsgil found himself panting as hard as he could as he ran his hand to his right eye. "What in the Ifrit's Hellfire...?" He asked himself before staring outside the rainy window of the Inn he was occupied for the night.
Common Appearance: Stands at 5'9", 170 pounds, and despite being lean, he has a toned body layered with lean muscles. Facial features consist of chin hair along with twin scars lined along side his cheeks.
Personality: Mostly always completely silent, Crowe's personality is consisted of Numsgil's anger. He thrives off of the pain of others.
Clothing: Lined with black, leather robes, Crowe wears a cone shaped hat ontop of a leather mask that only allows one eye to be shown.
- Black Magic Study
- Fighting
- Being Alone
- Arguments
- Dark Humor
- Annoying People
- Dancing
- Almost Any Social Interaction
- Politics
- Slackers
- Alignment: Neutral Evil
- Cares For Only Himself
- Mainly Silent
- Keeps To Himself
Heart as cold as ice. Crowe could care for anyone else but himself.
Crowe seems to have a really big weakness to notions and mentions of his personality double. If mentioned, Crowe is set into an instant berserk.
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