Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140726175925/@comment-5735114-20140727133341

Name: Fanril Silinal Race: Altmer Gender: Male Age: Elven equivalent of 43 Appearance: Tall for an Altmer, pale, short pale blond hair, dark green eyes Class: Uber Antagonist Spells(Max 8 and optional): Charm, Water's Edge, Water's Bane, Water's Blessing, Water's Fury (Only one Water's spell can be active at a time.) Powers(Racial + 2 more max): Highborn Armor: Altmer royal robes, Water's Blessing (a thin layer of water armor; absorbs up to three hits) Weapon(s): Water's Edge (a sword made of water similar to a Daedric Sword that hardens in contact with flesh) Faction: Summerset Isles Role in Faction: King Backstory: Fanril was born into the royal family and lived a childhood of privilege. Everything he could possibly ever want was handed to him on a silver platter, except for the throne. At first, he didn't mind his position as a prince; it wasn't an overburdening responsibility, but he still had influence everywhere. But, over time, Fanril's patience ran thin, and his parents seemed to be taking far too long to die. As years past, the Altmer almost grew mad with his lust for power and kingship, going so far as to begin plotting the death of his parents, who'd noticed his increasingly odd behavior. Eventually, they took a peek into Fanaril's personal journal, where he seemed to invest a good deal of time. Shocked and horrified, the King and Queen found pages and pages of various ways of assassination, meticulously planned out. Fanaril was quickly exiled, and the whole thing was covered up. It would seem that the King and Queen would just need to find a new heir in secret. Fanaril wasn't seen in public often, anyways. However, the Mad Altmer continued his plotting, compensating for the extra obstacle of breaking his way back into the castle. It seemed impossible, until one night when he was camping outside of an ancient ruin. Walking about the outside, he found a small ornate jug of sorts, clearly crafted with the utmost care. Even as an exile, he was happy to find something of value. Pouring out the water it contained, Fanaril was about to head back to camp when he heard the clatter of a sword. Instantly panicking, Fanaril rushed back to his camp, considering going inside the ruin but deciding against it. Once he'd calmed down a little, he noticed that the container was again full of water. Spending many days and nights outside the ruins, Fanaril slowly learned and mastered the abilities of the artifact, and returned to the castle. Naturally, he faced heavy opposition, but he cut through every guard and soldier that approached him with his magic sword, and defended against every blow with his magic armor. He made his way through the castle, only to find, to his great dismay, that his parents had escaped with the help of their elite guard. Just as he was about to turn around, he was stabbed in the back by a guard who'd been instructed to ambush the Mad Altmer. However, the sword simply melted away to water, and Fanaril held the guard at sword point. "If you want to live," snarled Faranil, to which the guard replied with a panicked nod, "Go and tell the world, that Faranil is the King now!"