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 Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 2:42 pm
The Light Mage's Journal
Please do not post without Kayakurai's permission.
"Irae'afein is to the Do'rett house as nuclear weapons are to America."
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 4:06 pm
To you... ------------------
~ Introduction
~ Navigation
~ Irae'afein
~ History
~ Pictures
~ Acquaintances
~ Possessions
~ Familiars
~ Lyrics
~ Role Play Log
~ Credits
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 4:08 pm
I'm all I've left undone... ------------------
Name
~ Irae'afein Do'rett
Age
~ 134
Gender
~ Male
Height
~ 5'5"
Stage
~ Illharn
Rank
~ El'Faeruk
Mate
~ none currently
Personality
~ Refined. Careful. Respectful.
While Irae remains average in the Drow sense of personality, he is also very cultured. His refined attitude can frustrate others, but he tends to stick with it. He is also ever careful; he knows bad things can happen when he steps out of line and is therefore also respectful to those who deserve it of him, though he can be condescending during rare moments of all-out rage.
Likes
~ his house
~ his work
Dislikes
~ those who disrespect his calling
~ rival houses
Fears
~ going completely blind
Quirks
~ he always holds his staff on his blind side
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 4:09 pm
I'm all I haven't won... ------------------ Irae'afein's History:The house of Do'rett. It is prestigious as well as demanding. No wonder they would decide to have themselves a light mage. It was Irae'afein's destiny from birth to be a light mage; the family needed this power to knock out various obstacles that could have possibly been in the way. As light could almost be described as toxic to Drow everywhere, they decided light was what they needed on their side. Irae'afein was exposed to light from birth; while there could have been spells cast to protect their son from the pain of light they decided that these were faulty if he was to be working with light himself. A spell was cast on the house and its members to protect them, but there was nothing for Irae'afein, whom they decided needed to get quite used to light through the exposure to it. Their son went blind in one eye due to this very early on. In short, Irae'afein cannot recall a time at which he had two eyes to see with. Irae'afein has never been close to any of his siblings and at this point really only respects his mother, the matron of Do'rett. She favors him because of the power he has and his ability to use light against the enemies of the Do'rett clan. Irae'afein, though a male, is the matron's masterpiece, actually earning the jealously of his siblings and a few attempts at assassination. Though his family has practically tortured him in training him to be a light mage, Irae'afein feels a sense of belonging to the house of Do'rett. He has a sense of self-importance, which makes everything okay with him. The House of Do'rett:The House of Do'rett is located in Undrek'Thoz in the Eastdark. They are the third house and the matron currently has three sons and two daughters. Irae'afein is the first son and first child. Do'rett relies heavily on magicks to make it up the ranks; magery is their specialty.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 4:10 pm
Lift me up my soul's so hollow... ------------------ [x] [official artwork for Irae'afein's Illharn stage; lines and coloring by Shosetsu]
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 4:11 pm
Lift me up... ------------------ The Matron of Do'rett ~ This woman has Irae'afein's respect and his life, nothing more than that. He tries to remain fairly neutral to the woman who blinded him as an infant.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 4:12 pm
You take... ------------------ The room is lavish; all of the bedclothes are darkly colored silk and the walls are carved out of dark stone. It is the room of the first son of Do'rett, and though men are not as favored in the Drow society, this son is treasured by his matron. A wooden staff leans in the corner, the lantern giving off soft waves of light. It is clear that a Drow is deeply, dreamlessly asleep in the bed. It is Irae'afein, the first son. On his nightstand lies a bejeweled journal he has forgotten to hide and the door to his closet is slightly ajar; inside you can see more dark, decorated silks. On his dresser there are various hairpieces, as well as a red ribbon to tie the hair up. There is also a necklace of red beads on the dresser, carefully laid out. The other possessions in the room are not worth mentioning.
The Drow shifts. It is time to go, before he awakes.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 4:13 pm
The breath you didn't make... ------------------ ~ Irae'afein owns no familiars as of yet.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 4:14 pm
What's left you did forsake... ------------------
Artist
~ Submersed
Song
~Hollow
To you
I'm all I've left undone
I'm all I haven't won
Lift me up my soul's so hollow
Lift me up
You take
The breath you didn't make
What's left you did forsake
Lift me up my soul's so hollow
Lift me up my soul's so hollow
You can make me scream internally
You can make me breathe eternally
Yeah
You see
The things I cannot change
The things that make me plain
Lift me up my soul's so hollow
Lift me up
We've made
All from the sum of none
All that we have become
Lift me up my soul's so hollow
Lift me up my soul's so hollow
You can make me scream internally
You can make me breathe eternally
You can make me scream internally
You can make me breathe eternally
Yeah
Fill, fill what's in me
Fill, fill what's in you
Fill, fill what's in me
So my soul's not left so hollow
You can make me SCREAM
You can make me BREATHE
You can make me scream internally
You can make me breathe eternally
You can make me scream
You can make me breathe
You can make me scream
You can make me breathe, me breathe
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 4:15 pm
Lift me up my soul's so hollow... ------------------ Unexpected Expedition ~ Irae'afein & Imordana [ complete ] Eldest Treasure, Youngest Letdown - Irae'afein & Mikaril [ in progress ] ~ If you'd like a role play involving me you can PM me on Gaia or IM me! My AIM is Kayasei or Kayasei813. :]
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 4:16 pm
Lift me up my soul's so hollow...
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The Drow and the Underdark © Gary Gygax
Shop concept © Shosetsu
Irae'afein's art © Shosetsu
"Hollow" lyrics © Submersed
Banners © Kayakurai
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 6:04 pm
Light, to me, is natural. Like sound. It is my gift and my power. My destroyer and my redeemer. As a light mage, I must accept this. It is not the way of the world, but it is the way of my world. I do wonder what would have happened if my matron had planned a different destiny for myself; if I'd still be half blind, or have the scars that grace me as of now. I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't been forced to tamper with this near-forbidden thing they call light. Light is a contemptuous word, you see. Every Drow's nightmare. Perhaps I myself am every Drow's nightmare with the power I wield. This is not my intent, but I am sure it is my mother's.
These words come sluggishly onto the paper. I am careful writing; I feel that this is a power, as well. One I must respect. It is harder for me with only one eye to see out of, and I must take more time to make sure something looks right, but it is well worth it. The text that comes from all of this is indeed worth it, though I should hope no one finds this. I would be quite angered if someone did find it and rifle through it; it is a journal, private to myself. I know I must soon find a spell to conceal it. My mother would read it in a heartbeat if she knew of its existence.
And luckily the matron of my house does not know of the existence of this book. For that would mean she'd know I've been going out at times. I am never to go out, yet I still do on rare occasions. This bejeweled book caught my eye; I purchased it. It is one of the few things I own that I have gotten in person from outside of this house. I suppose you could refer to myself as sheltered. This is where I live and where I am expected to stay. I do not know the ways of the outside world, really. Just that it seems too busy and much too loud.
I am a weapon of the Do'retts, my clan, but this is fine. It is a truth that I must and do accept. I am bitter about it in dark times, but there it not much use in caring. Perhaps I am a fool, but I enjoy my shelter. If I were put on my own I don't know what I'd do. I'd be at such a loss.
It is not as if I am normal in the first place. The light is my protection; I must stay within these walls as I well know. I tire now, however. There will be more to write on a later day. I bid you farewell.
~ Irae'afein Do'rett
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 4:09 pm
"Irae'afein."
"Yes, mother?"
"Come here." She curled her bony fingers like claws as she gestured for her son to come closer. Her crimson eyes had no depth and appeared to carry merely petty feelings. It was the matron of Do'rett, a powerful mage and a seeming queen of darkness.
Irae'afein obeyed her commandment, ascending the steps of her obsidian throne with light steps and stopping to stand right before the ruthless woman.
"My son, you must stay in. Stay here, with me. Only go out with me. You are important, Irae'afein."
"Of course, Mother." The obediance was clearly practiced and read off in a lifeless drone.
"Important, my pet. Do you understand?" The claws shot out to grip his chin and the maroon nails dug into in soft skin of his face.
"Always, Mother." His voice was breathy now; she had locked her two eyes on his, and his one useful eye was staring back. This was the woman who was responsible for blinding him in one eye.
"Good." She let go abruptly, letting her eyes wander absently across the 'throne room'. This was the room where the matrons of Do'rett doled out their authority and it was fit for a queen. Frivolous, but impressive. "You are dismissed. Go to your room."
Irae'afein nodded, glueing his good eye to the ground and making his way lightly down the steps and through the large room, in the direction of his personal living space. He was much more comfortable there, anyway.
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A soft sigh escaped his lips as he reached his room after all. He threw himself down onto the bed to stare at all the comfortingly familiar things now surrounding him. The mage brushed his fingers over the deeply-colored beads around his neck as he chewed on his lower lip apprehensively.
He was treasured, and an excellent weapon, but this could be stressing at times. It was hard to obey every word his matron spoke, especially when she intimidated him so much. Ah, well. Chances were it would be at least another month until she called him back again for another discussion to reassure herself of his utter loyalty. He just had to make sure to keep that.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 5:13 pm
Irae'afein sat on his bed, reading a leather-bound tome, his expression perfectly docile. He didn't mind that it took him longer to read than many others. He'd become skilled at it, even with only one good eye. His lips parted, forming the words in silence and a slender finger traced out the foreign-looking runes on the page. He was slow to read, yes, but this did not just involve the fact that he was partly blind. He analyzed every bit of the text in a careful manner, mulling over each word with a look of deep concentration.
A soft sigh gusted from his lips as he reached the bottom of the page and he gazed up, watching the stone ceiling, hit by the soft light of the lantern on his staff. He lived a perfect, sheltered life, let out only to destroy.
He was a powerful pawn, forever under the control of his matron. He should have been happy to be male and yet still treasured and coveted beyond all else in the household. Still, happiness lay beyond him. It felt like it had been eons since the muscles of his face had last gripped a smile. Or... had he ever really smiled? Certainly not a real smile. What was the point of that?
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