Monologues from some OCs of mine.

Uhm... Amerigo is a guy. A 400 year old male undead spellcaster. Well, that's in the game. In his monologue, he's 1000 years old.


Monologue II: Jerlys Baenre

Setting: Small, well funished, beautifully decorated bedroom. A person slightly shorter than the average elf sits in a high-backed chair. A fire in the fireplace adds light and warmth to the room, while a lamp on the table adds further illumination. The person is dressed in a gorgeous white dress, offering a stark contrast to her pitch black skin.

Jerlys: (Closes a book containing pictures of familiar faces.) Thank Eilistraee, Azuth, Corellon, and any other god who'd care to take credit that I still have Master Amerigo and Serenity. I wept such bitter tears when Garr and the others died. If not for this book, I wouldn't remember how they looked. I don't know what I'd have done if everyone had died and only I remained. I miss them all, and Master could have brought them all back, yet we all pledged we would not like that. It would only bring more grief than joy. (Sighs heavily.) (Fade to black.)

Indeed. I'll do that for the fist three when I have the third posted. The purpose for doing three monologues then describing them is just to show how it'll be working. But yeah, I was thinking about describing my OCs, but I thought it more important to show how it'll work first.

Review about Jerlys: That was really good. I totally get what he means at the end about bringing them back would only bring more grief than joy. Tsubasa Chronicle Reservoir had a theme like that in one of their anime (maybe manga too, I dunno) episodes.

^Wow. It wasn't depressing but it was definitely emotional still. I could see myself feeling that way if my brother had died.

It's becoming a bad habit, I know, but only in places where people don't really care that double posting occurs. Still, it's sort of hypocritical of me to tell others not to do it, when I, myself, do it, albeit only in my creations threads. Still, double posting is double posting. Anywho...

Now that everyone knows how my Monologues thread works, I'll begin posting character descriptions with each. Rather than editing my three previous posts to include the profiles of each character, I'll just post it here. Less work that way.

Amerigo Sebastian "Shadowheart" Keeler III - As far as liches and Necromancers go, he's an odd one on both counts. Rather than ordering the corpses he animates to do nefarious deeds, he has them guard the weak and serve as scouts for danger ahead. And rather than using his powers for evil, he instead uses them, and his eternal unlife, to help people and solve their mysteries as the leader of the Shadowheart Detective Agency. No one knows exactly how old he is, however, he admits to being at least 400 years old and having ascended to lichdom at 80, after nearly twenty years of forgetting and remembering again to finish his phylactery. Already a master of Necromancy and adept at other schools of magic, namely Transmutation, Divination, Enchantment, and Abjuration, at the age of 35, he lost his right hand in a poorly executed battle with a large Drow raiding party, so he grafted a skeleton hand in place and dedicated a long period of time to learning the path of the warrior, using his new hand as a weapon, before returning to the path of the mage. Note: In my game, he's 400 years old. In his monologue, he's 1000 years old.

Jerlys Baenre - Daughter of Quenthel Baenre of House Baenre, first house of the Drow city of Menzoberranzan, and Amerigo's apprentice, assistant, and adopted daughter. A common soldier kidnapped her when she was very young, trying to use her as a living shield until he made it to the surface world, where he intended to kill her and start a new life plundering surface Elven communities at will, yet the warrior encountered a major snare in his plan: Amerigo, on a mission relatively near the surface, but still very well into the Underdark. The lich killed the soldier without much effort when the soldier attacked first and he took the frightened child under his wing. After a few days, the search party that had been sent after the warrior and the child caught up to the lich and demanded he turn her over to them. Rather than put up a fight to defend the child, he turned custody of the girl over to the party, as demanded. Something must have touched a nerve in his long unbeating heart when she protested every step of the way, crying, "Master, no! Please, Master, I want to go with you!" for a few days later, the lich stormed Menzoberranzan, a massive force of undead Dragons, Bugbears, Ogres, and Owlbears under his control completely eliminating lesser houses of the city and decimating the forces of the ruling houses until he finally came upon the Baenre complex. After a raid that lasted less than a day, the child was reunited with the lich, who took her to the surface and raised her as one of his own children, teaching her magic and educating her in human manners and customs. She loves Amerigo as many human children love their parents and would do anything to see his goals accomplished. Note: In my game, she's 170. In her monologue, she's 770.

Serenity Nailo - Eldest granddaughter of Amerigo in many ages, the eldest daughter of Amerigo's youngest son and an Elven woman. Of Amerigo's four children, his youngest son, Davido, had always been a trouble maker, in constant minor trouble with the local authorities on a very regular basis. One night after the man's thirty-fourth birthday, he was attacked by a Vampiress who, rather than kill him and consume all his blood, decided to make him a Vampire instead. Davido would not have servitude unto another, so he killed the Vampiress at the first opportunity he had, and fled. Unable to deny his undeath, he preyed on many a mortal for nealy 300 years, until one night, in a frenzy brought on by a lack of blood, he had consumed very little in three months, he massacred an Elven village, killing every man, woman, and child and drinking their blood. One woman escaped his wrath, this one instead the victim of a horrible rape. Nine months later, a child was born and given the name Serenity. Several years passed, the child oblivious of her Vampiric ancestry all the while. Amerigo found the Elven woman, named Antinua, and her child after many months of searching after learning that one of his bloodline still drew breath, the rest dead due to disease, age, and war over the near 360 years since Davido had been born. The Elven woman believed the lich and tried to force guardianship of the child upon him for a while, but after a time, decided against it, her maternal instincts telling her to keep the child and allow Amerigo to visit on a regular basis. Note: In my game, she's 33. In her monologue, she's 633.

Indeed, but at the same time, it IS hypocritical of me to tell others not to do it when I do it myself. That much, you cannot deny. I'm not kicking my own arse about it, but still, a double post is a double post.

A new monologue. And you may recognize the name.

Ricard Keppler - Born blind but by no means helpless, the man known only as Ricard for the better part of 35 years before finally claiming his birthright as the successor to the Keppler clan of warriors, has been known to fight with either a Greatsword or his bare hands. A man of no small physical strength, Ricard has been know to lift anything from adult horses to small houses without much effort. Blind since birth, he used his other abilites, to hear, to smell, to taste, and to feel, to navigate the battlefield and cut down foes and aid allies. He once had a Dragon in human form as a lover. They had several children together, but as all Dragons who choose to live among humans, she had to leave her family, leaving Ricard alone to care for his 6 children.

Setting: Pre-dawn battlefield. A few small camp fires still burn, several of the leaders of both sides have risen early to go over final plans and preparations.

Ricard: (Staring out into the darknes that is all he is capable of seeing.) Why must it always come to war? People argue over boundaries and resources, but it could be considered talking. So, why must it come to war? I've been fighting for well over half my life, and few times have I ever been so miserable than after a battle in a war. It is a horrible thing that crowns champions and brands villains of the same people on either side. It victimizes innocents and robs them of their most basic of rights. The right to live, the right to be happy, the right to love. (Silent for several minutes.) Do I regret fighting for as long as I have or participating in war? (Places hand on top of a slender female hand, knowing full well whose hand it is.) No, I suppose I don't. Not the killing, at least, of those who truly deserve it. But it is the innocent casualties that strike me harder than any blow. I suppose all I can do is fight my hardest to ensure that the people I stand across the field from do not enter the city, or whereever it is I make my stand, and bring harm to the civilians, then, after the battle, do my best to aid in the recovery effort. (Fade to black.)