If you were Hederai, I was Fortuna / Julisen Kassigarh
My Elf had Flaire pinned for a rat the moment he met him.
If Flaire was a spymaster, then Hederai Negean was an elf.
And Hederai Negean and the other Templars from that time were so badass they might have been elves.
jk I liked Flaire. It's sad because the iteration of Tuluk before it closed I thought was going pretty swell. Lots of different factions vying with and against each other. Good Leaders, Great Minions.
It was the best time I've had in Arm and I had a lot of good times.
Tuluk rocked then b/c Staff had shaken things up w. the how Tuluk worked.
Tuluk rocked b/c it had such a crap reputation for RP, so the players there put on their A-game and shit was blowing up.
And i'd submit logs. but they're not taking them atm.
One day I'll post Drazen's logs.
You shouldn't have stored, turd.
City Elf 4 lyfe
Hederai Negean enjoyed Drazen, because he was an actual elf, instead of an Akai Sjirr elf, which let's face it, weren't real elves.
We had some cool times.
It was an interesting time in the Tuluki Templarate, and I think the trio of Yasir Arafat Lyksae, Hederai Negean, and Fortuna Kassigarh was an interesting dynamic, probably one never seen before in the game.
Yasir Lyksae was (if I remember correctly) pre-transition, but pro-transition sort of Die Hard Fanatic. He had a luxurious beard and liked hats.
Fortuna Kassigarh was pre-transition, and anti-transition. She held on to her beliefs before the merging of Negean, believing that the 'New Order' was weaker than the previous incarnation, but struggled with her emotions and beliefs in this regard.
Here are a couple of his numerous biography entries, which may give insight into the "New Order of the Templarate", and the insight of one Negean turned from a fat bookworm into a chiseled kung-fu dick, in the final days of Tuluk as we know it. If it appears to be too much information, let me know. I've redacted information that I believe is still 'secret', despite Tuluk being closed. It was well known (via the History page updates Nyr did) that Templars had limited psionic powers mixed with physical powers, akin to Southern Templars having sorcery and physical powers, etc.
Hederai's initial background:
Hederai Negean was born into a life of privilege, fortune, and above
all, knowledge. Twenty-odd years of tutelage from the Konviwedu and
Driamusek Circle Masters, along with instruction by rote in the Library of
Negean, left Hederai a socially awkward boy and man, one given to long
nights of study rather than camaraderie or plot. He learned how to read and
write easily, and voraciously devoured books -- He was often called Hederai
the Blind behind his back, because he would walk while reading and bump into
people or stationary objects, so absorbed was he in the contents. It is
this absorption in the world of knowledge and histories that Hederai could
barely realize what was happening to House Negean before the hammer-blow
fell. His mother and father protested loudly, even publicly, against the
Templarate takeover, and were not seen leaving the Heart after their private
conversation with a certain Lirathan. Confused, stricken, and concerned,
Hederai barely knew how to respond to the knock at his private apartment
door around midnight one night -- The last night he would spend in the
Negean Estate. The next few years were a blur -- After being
indoctrinated into the New Order of the Templarate, Hederai found his past
with Negean began to blur into a meld -- The knowledge he gained from his
youth remained, but his feelings about his parents and his other family
began to recede and fade, like a dream after waking.
Hederai's Personality / Quirks : Mar 30, 2015
It was late afternoon on Barani, the 131st day of the Low Sun
In the Year of Drov's Vengeance, year 24 of the 22nd Age
Hederai's personality is one of a cold bookworm, combined with the feigned haughtiness of a once-fat man now turned into a chiseled statue.
He is incredibly dismissive of 'non realistic plots' or 'speculation', being rooted himself in facts and primary sources. He labels works of literature without an author as AUTU, Author Unknown, Text Unreliable. He does not entertain conversations revolving around 'I think' or 'It could be', believing that it creates problems out of thin air that did not exist before, and are made reality by discussing them.
Hederai is a man of action -- Being born into a House of such in-action, and sloth, and personal knowledge gain, his transformation into a Faithful Lord has brought out a much more industrious side of his being. Whether this is by design of the <redacted>, or a motivational pull from Hederai's own essence, is unknown to him.
Hederai enjoys libations, perhaps overly so. He is a fan of spiced brandy, and smokes a little too much spice, especially after long patrols or a hard day with his Faithful Brethren. Like the works of fiction he reads, it is a means to 'escape'.
Hederai is a decent violinist, having learned in his youth from Olide Driamusek, and taking lessons once again with the ancient man. He is working on a system of music notation (OOC: Not classical, but probably something more Japanese or eastern.) using Cavilish Cipher.
Hederai is incredibly paranoid, and power-hungry. He believes that he was 'chosen' for a reason by Muk Utep, that he might live life as a Surif for so long, and be plucked from their ranks to serve as a Faithful, only serves to enhance his ego in this belief.
Path of <redacted>: Training Continues : Apr 07, 2015
It was late afternoon on Waleuk, the 28th day of the Ascending Sun
In the Year of Drov's Vengeance, year 24 of the 22nd Age
Hederai's training in the <redacted> has differed quite drastically from the <redacted>. Where the <redacted> turned the mind's eye inwards, to expand pathways and links between the psionic mind and fleshy, useless body, the <redacted> turns the mind's eye outwards -- To the minds of others. Like a probe, Hederai has found he can investigate other's minds, picking away information they would not readily provide, or simply soak up their thoughts like a sponge for later use against them.
As the <redacted> required hours of meditation, visualization (of Muk Utep and the lineage tree spread away from him), and communication (repeated mantra), Hederai spent many collected hours and weeks in isolation within the Tower of Lirathu. With the <redacted>, Hederai has taken a more hands on approach.
He has had Nori, his Aide, collect vagrants and derelicts, mutants and those without family, alcoholics and spice-addicts. Hederai has invited them for 'a few drinks' in the Heart, having them imbibe copious amounts of alcohol, and then (perhaps cruelly) using them for experiments within the jail-cells before quietly executing them. He investigates their past, their present, their relationships and their desires. He begins as a stranger, and leaves their mind as a 'friend', familiar with their details and confident that they have nothing further to hide, before he slides a knife into a particular artery Hederai knows bleeds them out quickly, and painlessly, easing them out of the suffering of this life.