Post by Darren Shame on Jan 12, 2008 15:45:49 GMT -5
Name: Darren Shame
Race: Cursed Dark Human
Gender: Male
Age: around 400 years old
World of origin: Unknown
Allegiance: None
Description:
Body:
Darren has red fiery hair, with a medium tone, well defined muscles, and green eyes. 6'3" and weighs 172 Ilbs. He is missing his right eye from Herroth. He is normally found him a smile on his face, but that's probably fake. When he isn't wearing his headband his hair falls down, a little in his face.
Clothing:
His normal wear is an black robe with white trim, and a white undershirt, he wears a green head band with designs like fish scales over it. He wears white gloves and an eye patch over his right eye.
Skills/Weapons:
Weapons:
He has one Katana on his back, and two daggers on the side of either leg. The Katana's name is 'Wartooth', and the dagger to his left is 'Fang' the one to the right is 'Bite'.
Wartooth:
Fang and Bite:
Skill: The curse has affected both his body and his mind, he will never age, his body will forever be trapped in his 19 year old self, but it has come with a few ups. His mind is extremely strong, he is blind to all other magics, but can move items with his mind, Telekinetic, all other magics are useless to him though.
Personality: He is normally a rather light hearted person. While most of the time he does good, in a fight he completely changes, he becomes a vicious and dangerous as an opponent. He is rather straight forward and usually gets right to the point, he is calm and can think things through well. He gets depressed easily when it comes to his curse, he doesn't really like using his power because it reminds him of the curse. While he may seem like a very happy and energetic person he is usually actually very sad or depressed.
In battle he is very intelligent, a great strategist and a quick thinker, he likes to act alone, and uses the environment around him in fights. He can take orders, but usually might bite back against them if they get in the way of his personal agenda.
History:
Darren was born in Daegas, 'The City Without Law'. That was the truth of it, Daegas was lawless, people ran around, shooting each other, stabbing each other, blowing each other up, it wasn't a great place to grow up, but it made Darren strong. He had no idea who his parents where, he had a vague memory of someone being there, but he couldn't remember. All that was there was the pain. This place was dark and terrible, he grew up among a few groups of other kids, all under the watch of a man named 'Herroth' he trained them to kill. Thats exactly what they did, in these unforgiving streets all they could do to keep themselves alive was kill. Darren was good at that, killing, he never showed emotion when he did it, he just killed them. It wasn't exactly bad to him, it was normal way of things.
One day Herroth came to him and told him that because he was his best killer he would take him on a trip to Arvilla as his personal assistant. Darren didn't especially like Herroth, he was cold and cruel at times, often beating them for messing up, but Darren had never been outside the city, and so he agreed to go.
Their trip to Arvilla was long and boring, nothing happened the entire way, but when they arrived there, Darren was shocked at the amounts of people here. As they walked around, it seemed Herroth finally found the place he was looking for, as they entered they looked around and saw it was a giant building, many well dressed men ran around, it seemed they all had important tasks to attend. This was definitely the home of someone rich and high up in the social order.
Herroth told Darren to sit and be still, Darren did just that, knowing that whipping would be given to him if he disobeyed. As it turned out Darren was glad he had stayed put, other wise he wouldn't have seen her, a girl passed by in a pink dress, her hair done in some artistic fashion her head held high, as she passed they made eye contact. He watched her as she walked away, when his thoughts where suddenly interrupted by Herroth.
Herroth told him that they would be staying here for a few years. That had surprised Darren, but he didn't mind. For the next 5 years they stayed there, at the time Darren was 17, when he saw the girl again. He had found out that her name was Anna, she was the daughter of the man they where working for. Darren and her had spoken a few times in the past. She was nice, if not a little spoiled, a few years passed and they found themselves speaking to each other more and more, as time progressed they had fallen in love.
By the time Darren was 19, he was told that he was going back. He didn't want to, he told Herroth that he preferred life here, but he didn't tell him about Anna. Herroth was smart though, he had his ideas that something suspicious was happening. Soon the night fell that he would have to return home, he ran to Anna that night and told her, he told her that he wouldn't leave and that he loved her, but that had been his downfall. Herroth stormed in, angry that Darren had been doing this behind his back, he punished Darren severely. He slashed Darren's face blinding his right eye.
Darren was taken away, but he wouldn't be stopped, even if he was blind in one eye, he wouldn't stop until he could be with Anna again. He ran away from Herroth one night, and ran the entire way back to Arvilla, they weren't that far, he was back by morning, but he found yet again, more tragic situations.
As he ran into Anna's room, he found her dead, lying on the ground. A figure stood by the window, Darren screamed in anger, and attacked the figure, but was too slow and lost the figure. Then all hell broke loose. Herroth stormed in again, he had followed Darren, and now found him above a murdered daughter of a general. Herroth was angry, he didn't listen to anything Darren said, he simply grabbed Darren and spoke a curse to him, he said 'You will forever be blinded to anything magical just like that eye of yours, and you will never run out of this great life of yours, I will force you to walk this world completely alone!'. With that he cast out Darren, guards where sent after him, believing he was the murderer, but he escaped, he ran far away, never stopping once.
A few more years passed, Darren still hadn't aged, he was also still unable to use any magic, except for one, he could move things without touching them, Herroth had failed in his curse, one form of magic was still available to Darren. Darren wasn't done though, he was angry, filled with rage, he needed to know who had killed the woman he loved, even if the person died, he needed to know who he was, it didn't matter how long it took. Darren had all the time in the world.
RP Sample:
The night was freezing cold, it bit into his body like a knife, cutting and stabbing. Darren tracked on through the night. It was dark out, but the streets where lit with dim torches near buildings, but even the torches went out as the wind howled.
Darren continued, his eyes flicking around him, someone was there, hiding in the darkness, using it like a blanket, awaiting Darren's move, Darren fingered the hilt of 'Fang' as he walked, then the move was made. It was only a quick movement, but it was enough for Darren, he spun to the side, an arrow struck the stone ground, he rolled and stood up, taking hiding behind a corner, he counted to three and then jumped out, Fang in hand, he threw it, he heard a yelp, it hadn't killed anyone, but it had hit someone, when he landed he began running, his eyes looking for whoever was there. Then he spotted him, the man was wearing a black cloak, Darren wouldn't have noticed him if he hadn't had seen the gleam of Fang in the moonlight. He drew Wartooth and ran forward, an arrow flying past him. Darren slid on the ground right through the attacker's legs, stabbing one of them with Bite. He left Bite in the leg and then hopped up, he held out his hand, and brought Fang out of the man's shoulder, and back to his hand.
The man was screaming in pain, he needed to be quiet, Darren lept forward and swung Wartooth with one hand, the screaming stopped, the silence returned, he looked down at the dead body of the bounty hunter, and began breathing again.
Race: Cursed Dark Human
Gender: Male
Age: around 400 years old
World of origin: Unknown
Allegiance: None
Description:
Body:
Darren has red fiery hair, with a medium tone, well defined muscles, and green eyes. 6'3" and weighs 172 Ilbs. He is missing his right eye from Herroth. He is normally found him a smile on his face, but that's probably fake. When he isn't wearing his headband his hair falls down, a little in his face.
Clothing:
His normal wear is an black robe with white trim, and a white undershirt, he wears a green head band with designs like fish scales over it. He wears white gloves and an eye patch over his right eye.
Skills/Weapons:
Weapons:
He has one Katana on his back, and two daggers on the side of either leg. The Katana's name is 'Wartooth', and the dagger to his left is 'Fang' the one to the right is 'Bite'.
Wartooth:
Fang and Bite:
Skill: The curse has affected both his body and his mind, he will never age, his body will forever be trapped in his 19 year old self, but it has come with a few ups. His mind is extremely strong, he is blind to all other magics, but can move items with his mind, Telekinetic, all other magics are useless to him though.
Personality: He is normally a rather light hearted person. While most of the time he does good, in a fight he completely changes, he becomes a vicious and dangerous as an opponent. He is rather straight forward and usually gets right to the point, he is calm and can think things through well. He gets depressed easily when it comes to his curse, he doesn't really like using his power because it reminds him of the curse. While he may seem like a very happy and energetic person he is usually actually very sad or depressed.
In battle he is very intelligent, a great strategist and a quick thinker, he likes to act alone, and uses the environment around him in fights. He can take orders, but usually might bite back against them if they get in the way of his personal agenda.
History:
Darren was born in Daegas, 'The City Without Law'. That was the truth of it, Daegas was lawless, people ran around, shooting each other, stabbing each other, blowing each other up, it wasn't a great place to grow up, but it made Darren strong. He had no idea who his parents where, he had a vague memory of someone being there, but he couldn't remember. All that was there was the pain. This place was dark and terrible, he grew up among a few groups of other kids, all under the watch of a man named 'Herroth' he trained them to kill. Thats exactly what they did, in these unforgiving streets all they could do to keep themselves alive was kill. Darren was good at that, killing, he never showed emotion when he did it, he just killed them. It wasn't exactly bad to him, it was normal way of things.
One day Herroth came to him and told him that because he was his best killer he would take him on a trip to Arvilla as his personal assistant. Darren didn't especially like Herroth, he was cold and cruel at times, often beating them for messing up, but Darren had never been outside the city, and so he agreed to go.
Their trip to Arvilla was long and boring, nothing happened the entire way, but when they arrived there, Darren was shocked at the amounts of people here. As they walked around, it seemed Herroth finally found the place he was looking for, as they entered they looked around and saw it was a giant building, many well dressed men ran around, it seemed they all had important tasks to attend. This was definitely the home of someone rich and high up in the social order.
Herroth told Darren to sit and be still, Darren did just that, knowing that whipping would be given to him if he disobeyed. As it turned out Darren was glad he had stayed put, other wise he wouldn't have seen her, a girl passed by in a pink dress, her hair done in some artistic fashion her head held high, as she passed they made eye contact. He watched her as she walked away, when his thoughts where suddenly interrupted by Herroth.
Herroth told him that they would be staying here for a few years. That had surprised Darren, but he didn't mind. For the next 5 years they stayed there, at the time Darren was 17, when he saw the girl again. He had found out that her name was Anna, she was the daughter of the man they where working for. Darren and her had spoken a few times in the past. She was nice, if not a little spoiled, a few years passed and they found themselves speaking to each other more and more, as time progressed they had fallen in love.
By the time Darren was 19, he was told that he was going back. He didn't want to, he told Herroth that he preferred life here, but he didn't tell him about Anna. Herroth was smart though, he had his ideas that something suspicious was happening. Soon the night fell that he would have to return home, he ran to Anna that night and told her, he told her that he wouldn't leave and that he loved her, but that had been his downfall. Herroth stormed in, angry that Darren had been doing this behind his back, he punished Darren severely. He slashed Darren's face blinding his right eye.
Darren was taken away, but he wouldn't be stopped, even if he was blind in one eye, he wouldn't stop until he could be with Anna again. He ran away from Herroth one night, and ran the entire way back to Arvilla, they weren't that far, he was back by morning, but he found yet again, more tragic situations.
As he ran into Anna's room, he found her dead, lying on the ground. A figure stood by the window, Darren screamed in anger, and attacked the figure, but was too slow and lost the figure. Then all hell broke loose. Herroth stormed in again, he had followed Darren, and now found him above a murdered daughter of a general. Herroth was angry, he didn't listen to anything Darren said, he simply grabbed Darren and spoke a curse to him, he said 'You will forever be blinded to anything magical just like that eye of yours, and you will never run out of this great life of yours, I will force you to walk this world completely alone!'. With that he cast out Darren, guards where sent after him, believing he was the murderer, but he escaped, he ran far away, never stopping once.
A few more years passed, Darren still hadn't aged, he was also still unable to use any magic, except for one, he could move things without touching them, Herroth had failed in his curse, one form of magic was still available to Darren. Darren wasn't done though, he was angry, filled with rage, he needed to know who had killed the woman he loved, even if the person died, he needed to know who he was, it didn't matter how long it took. Darren had all the time in the world.
RP Sample:
The night was freezing cold, it bit into his body like a knife, cutting and stabbing. Darren tracked on through the night. It was dark out, but the streets where lit with dim torches near buildings, but even the torches went out as the wind howled.
Darren continued, his eyes flicking around him, someone was there, hiding in the darkness, using it like a blanket, awaiting Darren's move, Darren fingered the hilt of 'Fang' as he walked, then the move was made. It was only a quick movement, but it was enough for Darren, he spun to the side, an arrow struck the stone ground, he rolled and stood up, taking hiding behind a corner, he counted to three and then jumped out, Fang in hand, he threw it, he heard a yelp, it hadn't killed anyone, but it had hit someone, when he landed he began running, his eyes looking for whoever was there. Then he spotted him, the man was wearing a black cloak, Darren wouldn't have noticed him if he hadn't had seen the gleam of Fang in the moonlight. He drew Wartooth and ran forward, an arrow flying past him. Darren slid on the ground right through the attacker's legs, stabbing one of them with Bite. He left Bite in the leg and then hopped up, he held out his hand, and brought Fang out of the man's shoulder, and back to his hand.
The man was screaming in pain, he needed to be quiet, Darren lept forward and swung Wartooth with one hand, the screaming stopped, the silence returned, he looked down at the dead body of the bounty hunter, and began breathing again.
