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He stared at the full moon,unscathed by the spleandour with which it shined upon the the lake beneath the cliff at whose he had been standing .He took the brown,dirty leather bag off his left arm and began searching through its content, he took out the pale purple crystal, in which the light of his green eyes reflected.His black hair was gently blown by the chilly autumn wind.Apart from his thoughts, he could only hear the quiet movement of the grass near him.
"It has already been an year.", he looked down at lake, which still had to wait for his deserved moon light shower it's ought to receive everytime a full moon takes place."Temp always found it wierd that I do this everytime the full moon rises, I can see why it can be annoying, I had woken her up once, after all.", he held the crystal up in the air."Blaze was worried that it'd be utherly pointless, it's not like the spells I can cast with these are essential anyway, so relying on them might actually make things risky, I mean, he was a pyromancer, it's not like pyromancers are the type to rely on artifacts, I need the moon spells so I can be a better support, moon light spells can conjure up powerful shields.",he learned that on the hard way, during numerous ocassions.The moon light gathered itself in the crystal he was holding, making the jewelry its humble home, the shard began shinning, so it was charged and ready for usage,he grabbed his scepter and held the two items close together, close enough for them to touch, the shard melted on the scepter, giving it temporary power.
"They....melted the same,by the same fire, and I've seen both happen..they both died.Why can not I get over this?Why am I still grieving after so much time?It's like... I am stuck and can't shrug it off..",
he stared at the moon, thoughtful as ever."Balathor, I hope you can't sleep at night, and I hope the high throne you are sitting on makes your backside ache.", he thought to himself, the burning hatred made the blood in his veins boil, the score was uneven, seriously uneven, he was eagerly wating for the day when he can repay the tirant for his crimes.
((This is the idea ))
"Please..", there was a sober voice calling for him, he looked in its direction and he saw a familiar little girl from the small town he was living in during that time, she was crying and was scared senseless.
"What happend, Gert?", something must have happened.
"Please, somebody attacked the shops nearby, please... don't let momma and pappa get hurt...", the girl kept crying.He wondered what horrors she must had gone through." They set everything on fire and left ma and pa in there..They..they said terrible things..", she felt to the ground in desperation, her eyes were puffy, she expressed a pale white shade which was totally different from the one he remembered the younling had always rocked.
"I'm...I'm a light mage.. I don't think I am the best pick for something that isn't shadow or dark, or anything like that...", he thought to himself, which was not a sign of under estimation or humbleness, it was pure fact."But, I can't let her, nor anybody.. at least, I could at least heal the wounded..", he, without warning, grabbed the little girl's right hand gently and walked with her towards the outskirts of the town, but stopped by a nearby bush."I will, but you will have to stay here.", he spoke it clearly, it was not safe for her, he could see the cloud let out by the flames, which meant that they didn't only target the shops. He grabbed his scepter firmly and used power he had collected earlier to mumble an incantation, effective enough to conjure a shield around Gert.It had a light blue shade and it was pulsing with moon magic.
"This should keep pretty much anything a random forest like this one could send to your way.I will come back for you, if the spells wears of by itself, well then... uh... let's hope that won't happen..Anything you know about the attackers?", asked Roland, he doubted he'd get anything out from poor Gert, but at least it worthed a try.
"They call themselves.. I don't know.. I think I heard 'Dragon scale'."
Roland was in shock, after a whole year... why?Why would Belathor...?
"This might be him..", he thought to himself, walking away, into the town.

((Okay, so this is my character. Whatever it is that you may have, it's welcome. We can invent things from this thing forward,we can extend this little thing and make it to something bigger, so we can have an on-going story and such. I am open for opinions and suggestions regarding my character and if there are people willing to roleplay in this, then I will happily create the roleplay for this. ))

Details: Freeform, adjustable length posts, long-term RP partner preferred.

Kungfu6453

Ok. I’m so intersted. I have a character named Norna ( she the embodiment of magic) in human form. She clueless about human ways but master of magic. I think she could teach him magic and he could teach her about human.
Roland Targaryen (played by rolywhateva) Topic Starter

Roland teaching her to be human might not only be black and white as it may seem, because, yeah, he may be a priest, but he's also somewhat devastated by his thirst for revenge and he's well aware of that, and that's why I really like the idea too. :)
And as much as I really second him being somewhat of a badass, he needs to learn a lot.

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