Name: Telvanni Valdryn Ondalen Omaren Fadyl Remoran Telvanni
Race: Chimer
Age: 4469
Gender: Male
Birthsign: The Mage
Class: Archwizard
Appearance: Valdryn is Chimer, unlike his curse stricken kinsman, he had the power to stop Azura’s will and retain his appearance. Other than Almalexia, of whom he had quite carnal relations with at several points in time, he is the only Chimer left on Nirn. His skin is golden like that of an Altmer, yet of a different hue, and his eyes are a striking whitish-silver. Blue runes, that glow brightly when he uses magicka, are etched over his face and across his body. He is tall, standing 6’2” and his body is composed of nothing but lean, chiseled muscle. His hair is long and white, and is kept in a pony tail behind his head.
Skills: Valdryn is the best mage that ever lived. He has studied and taught Psiijic monks, mastered every school of magic, moved mountains, and destroyed cities by just looking at them and winking. His power is unparalleled. He holds such a grasp on magic that he has gained power greater than that of the Tribunal during the peak of their reign, without the use of Lorkhan’s remnants (though he found another use for those). He is also skilled at bedding women. A few notable companions have been Almalexia, several Empresses, St. Alessia, Potema, and even Azura herself.
Weapons: Valdryn wields the Staff of Magnus as his primary weapon, but he also has Hopesfire, Almalexia’s former blade, for when he feels like hacking things to bits.
Armor: Valdryn wears soul silk robes enchanted with the blood of the Daedra, having coerced each in some way to part with something of their being.
Misc: Valdryn owns many artifacts, including Balrizar’s Mazed Band, a few elder scrolls, and several other magical artifacts.
Background: Valdryn was born to unknown parents and left as an orphan right after birth. The prophet Veloth found him on his trek to the promised land and took him for his own, training him first as an apprentice. After Veloth’s death Valdryn travelled Tamriel improving his magical abilities. It is said that he was the one who gave the Dwemer the idea for the Numidium, and also the formula on how to create it.
As time passed his power grew and grew until he became the most powerful mage in all of Nirn, though, for a long time he disappeared (After founding house Telvanni that is), which is why not that many people know of him, and travelled through the planes of Oblivion seducing and coercing the Daedra to make him even more powerful. When he returned to Nirn he became the personal consort of Almalexia, whom he guided to power after slaying Sotha Sil and Vivec, after the Nerevarine’s visit. Though, when he left Almalexia for greener and less travelled pastures, she became enraged and soon turned quite insane.
Since then he’s been travelling Nirn collecting artifacts, elder scrolls, and many other things to augment his power. He even stole the heart of Lorkhan from Red Mountain and transplanted it with his own so that he could mantle to the state of a god.
Valdryn Ondalen Omaren Fadyl Remoran Telvanni -- 4E 201, Secunda
Valdryn sipped his tea ever so gracefully, letting it simmer on his tongue before cascading down his throat. It was made of magicka, pure magicka. That was all he could stomach nowadays. He opened the Oghma Infinium to where he left off and began reading at a lightning pace, occasionally glancing up at the small blue orb in the distance that was Nirn. Valdryn could read a normal book in a few minutes, but the Oghma Infinium is quite endless and dreadfully long. A lunar wind kicked up, spraying the back of his floating, ornate chair with fine white particles. He sipped his tea again, watching the runes and symbols fly past his eyes, anolyzing each one to its core values and taking it into the unending vaults of his mind. Suddenly, as page 309,590,457 flipped past his eyes, he stopped, vigorously flipping backwards to that blatantly screaming page.
"My my! Would you look at that!" He chuckled, taking another sip of his mana tea. "It seems as though today is the day. Might as well get a move on, hmm?"
He closed the book quickly, a large smile plastered upon his face. This reminds me of the time I was almost late for Tiber's Inauguration into that dreadfully boring and quite lazy pantheon! As the Oghma Infinium floated back into his satchel, which was enchanted to hold thousands upon thousands of things that normally wouldn't fit, he procured the Staff of Magnus and, with an elegant sweep of his finely manicured hands - cleanliness is next to godliness don't you know - a rift opened before him and he stepped through the fabric of space and time.
When he arrived on the other side he found himself caught in the middle of a storm at night. Lightning cracked across the sky and the rain fell so hard that its drumming drowned out everything else in the world (the physical world that is, Valdryn could still hear and see everything in the aetherial world perfectly fine). He knew though, despite not being able to see a thing, that he was in the right place. He had been here a time before, back in the days when he was still giving ole' Ayem the pounding. The rain skirted off his enchanted soul-silk robes without settling. One of the many enchantments they bore was a spell of water resistance. It came in hand when he visited the massive Dreugh cities in the late summers.
He floated under the arch of the town's main road ( walking is much to cumbersome for one such as himself). The words "Riverwood" could barely be made out hanging from a sign. He continued his trek down to the inn where the group was scheduled to meet, but of course nothing was certain. Epis dorak mor tunme 4 yigis morety 2 caorl ZERO formet UNO could have meant something entirely different from what Valdryn had supposed it meant. Though, he was quite certain the Infinium had at least led him to the right date, perhaps the wrong plane or dimension. He would soon find out though.
Valdryn opened the door and with a wave of his staff, assembled all the tables and chairs into one long conglomeration floating just above the floor in the center of the main hall. With another wave of his staff all time within the inn stopped, and it become removed to a dimension of its own - better for discussion the business at hand. He took at seat at the head of the table and pulled his tea cup from his pocket, filling it with a flick of his finger. The liquid was quite soothing.
With a pop a grizzled old wizard filled the chair to his right, a mechanical Dwemeri spider clung the the back of the chair, shaking frantically.
"BAGHHAHFAGH!! S'WITS!!!!" Valdryn smiled lightly at his guest's fit of rage. " I'll ..... Ah, Valdryn! How pleasant to see you! I was just talking to....where's Frederick?"
The Chimeri mage-god took another sip of his tea "Why he appears to be clinging to your chair, quite frightened might I add."
The old Dunmer wizard looked up at the ceiling, blinking his eyes for a moment "Get off of that you netch licking kwama fart!" Nothing was there."Stupid slaves...always trying to fly on the eggs. Never a good sign you know. I once turned one to a jelly for it. Was quite nice on toast with some scrib...no...scribe....yes it was a scribe that signed that paper. Ah...yes, behind my chair. Here Frederick, daddy is here."
The spider clicked happily before crawling around into the Dunmer's lap, still quite frightened from the trip through the aetherial planes. The old wizard spoke up again, "Where is everyone else? I thought you called?"
Valdryn sipped his tea again, "I did, though, no one is quite as quick on the ball as you Lord Varyn."
The old wizard smiled and then stared at the table, poking a peculiar knot of wood with his pinky finger, obviously lost in thought.