Member No.: 1,132
Joined: 2-March 07
Real Name: Absalom
Other Names: Forde Zaphiri, Zephyr
Age: Unknown. Thought to be somewhere between 3500 and 4000 years old. Looks to be around mid-twenties.
Genetics: Human at one point in his life. He has become immortal by choosing to serve the Aesir.
Class: Warrior (Sharpened Reflexes, Xenophobe, Energy Weapons)/Wind Alchemist
Charlmagne's Sky (Base)
Zaleran Empire (Neutral-Enemy)
Golden Sash (Neutral-Enemy)
Blood Army (Neutral)
Demon Hordes (Neutral-Enemy)
Rank: Aesir's Five
Personality: Forde is not what one would expect from an angel, especially not from one of the Five. Pious, self-righteous, and condescending are adjectives that most would use to describe the Aesir and his followers. Apart from the occasional condescending remark, Forde is none of these. In fact, Forde is possibly the farthest thing from god-like in demeanor. In fact, if one met him without knowing what he is, one would see him as nothing more than an overly caustic, hypercritical youth. This is one of the personality traits that Forde held on to through his resurrection rather than developed after being given immortality. Forde never misses an opportunity to make a sarcastic quip at the expense of another. His incredibly dry sense of humor grates on most, and is only appreciated by a select few.
Being immortal, the arrogance that Forde possessed during his mortal life has only been amplified. The prospect of living forever has caused his head to swell to gargantuan proportions, and he has become even more confident in his skills than he was when he was still human, and he was a very cocky individual. To be fair, he was one of the most fierce and renowned warriors of ancient Jerusalem, and he did almost lead a successful revolution against one of the most famous kings of Jerusalem in history. But he’ll tell you all about that later.
Since the time during which he was mortal, Forde has been a natural leader. Despite his sarcastic and sometimes childish sense of humor, there is a certain quality about him that causes people naturally to want to follow him, no matter how crazy his endeavors seem to be. As valuable as this trait seems to be, Forde himself finds it incredibly annoying. Having become a bit of a loner throughout the years, he finds it tiresome leading others into battle sometimes. It has its advantages, of course, but if he could choose between leading an army to take a castle or infiltrating said castle by himself and assassinating the king, he would choose the latter.
As far as interaction with others goes, Forde can generally not be bothered by what others have to say. If he had wanted to know, he would have asked. There is no place for inane prattling in Forde’s world. He has a no-nonsense outlook to go along with his cynicism and caustic nature.
Unlike many of the other servants of the Aesir, and even the Aesir himself, Forde is not easily provoked. He is not easily driven to violence; however, once he is, his is just as vicious and relentless as any of the others. If given the choice, however, Forde would much prefer a battle of wits to a physical battle. He is no less skilled with a blade than with his brain, but he relishes in a good mental contest between himself and a worthy opponent.
Above all else, Forde is adventurous. He never, ever backs down from a challenge, and he is always ready to take on a suicidal task. He considers anything that anybody calls impossible as a personal challenge. One of the greatest joys in his life is proving others wrong.
Appearance: Forde stands at 5’9” and weighs around 180 lbs. Humorously enough, he was considered one of the larger warriors in his own time. His relatively small stature does not reflect his actual power and abilities of course. Being thousands of years old, he is obviously far more powerful than he appears to be.
He has a thin and athletic body, and moves with the fluid grace of a master swordsman. Everything he does has a certain deadly beauty to it. His movements say “yes I’m nice to look at, but if you mess with me, I will decapitate you.” There is also a certain nonchalance to his movements, as if he is not particularly interested with whatever he happens to be doing. In combat, however, Forde possesses a supernatural speed that seems to defy all ideas of what should be physically possible.
During his mortal life, Forde was considered one of the most handsome men in Jerusalem.* The elegance that dominates the rest of his appearance extends to his face as well. He has thin, refined features that reflect the nobility of his blood. He has short, black hair, which contrasts sharply with the flowing, light colored hair of the stereotypical angel.
Forde’s clothing consists mainly of deep blue robes with golden trim. Underneath these robes he wears nonrestrictive, golden-colored pants and shirt. On his feet he wears nothing, preferring bare feet to any kind of restrictive shoe. Unorthodox to be sure, but one of the joys of being immortal is being able to do whatever the hell you want without major consequence.
*Actual information from the Bible in the book of Samuel regarding Absalom
Absalom was my name given to me at birth. In Hebrew it means “Leader of peace.” I suppose it’s proof that God has a sense of humor. David was my father; he had a normal name. I don’t know what possessed him to name me something so ridiculous as Absalom, but I rectified that later. I suppose I should give you the details of my mortal life. I mean, technically you could look it up in any history book, if any still exist. Or a Bible… parts of my life anyway. The important parts aren’t in the history books though, but we can get back to that later.
So as I was saying David was my father. That’s right, the same David who ruled Jerusalem. Well, he tried to rule Jerusalem, but anybody in the Kingdom at the time would tell you that he was not doing a very good job of it. In fact, all I had to do was declare myself king and all of Israel and Judah abandoned David and joined me. It was clear that I was the better ruler, and had it not been for sheer luck on his part, I would have won the war. To put things simply, I had long hair at the time, and it got caught in the lower boughs of an oak tree. I was surrounded, killed, and the rebellion failed. Sheer luck stole the crown from my very hands.
Being dead was an interesting experience. It wasn’t the blackness that I had imagined, but this could have been because, though I did not know it at the time, I was in the midst of being resurrected. I do not know how long I was dead for before I made first contact with the Aesir, but it had to have been long enough where everybody I had known was dead when I was actually resurrected. And I suppose this begins the second chapter in my story.
~~More history to come~~
Side note: Any good suggestions for a title better than "Zephyr" is welcome
Any other reviews are more than welcome as well