Post by Darien Szark on Aug 16, 2007 23:09:24 GMT -5
Name: Darien Szark
Occupation: Apprentice Paladin (Order: Illyra's Shield, dedicated to spreading a message of freedom of love, and protecting the innocent.)
Nationality: Russian
Race: Human
Height: Five foot six inches
Weight: 170 pounds
Age: 21
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Appearance:
Personality: Kind, caring, and above all, honorable.
He defends those who cannot defend themselves, using the wisdom his years have granted him, along with the strength of the earth itself. He never falters, never backs down. He is as stubborn as a rock, which is typical of those of his order.
Outside of battle, he is easygoing, and never hasty to do anything. In fact, he is quite lazy. He is easy to get along with, though, and always considerate of others.
Orientation: Bisexual
History: Darien was once a simple farmer's son, until he learmed of te church of Illyra, hidden in a small forest of evergreens in northern Syberia.
His father, a godless hick, had actually disowned his son, after finding him cheating on his girlfriend....with a man. You see, Darien was different. At the tender age of sixteen, he realized he liked both other guys, AND girls. This made him an outcast in the small. nameless farming villiage. So, he left. He wandered for a long time, until he passed out from the cold.
A young woman found him, lying there in a snowbank about thirty feet from the monestary doors. She took him in, and nursed him back to health....among other things.
Those other things? You don't need to know.
She slowly converted him to her religion. Taught him the ins and outs of monestary life, and how to fight. Who was she?
Illyra. Goddess of Freedom.
Of course, at the time, she was only Illyra, head of a long standing rebellion, and daughter of the former leader of the "Knights of Freedom". A group dedicated to spreading accepance of several things. She wouldn't become a goddess until she was martyred. Until then, she would be his lover, and the only woman he had ever had feelings for. At least up until she died.
She was a pretty girl, even if nobody else thought so. She had a small case of "Tusk Mouth" that made her lower teeth come up over her bottom lip. People made sport of her for this, and Darien became her defender. He was the only thing keeping the Knights of Freedom alive, for a while, until THEY came.
A group of wizards from some place called Arcane Academy. Some group of students, calling them thieves and liers. They began to mercilessly slaughter the Knights with thier spells. Powerful spells ripped through bodies, until they came against Darien. For some reason, the spells just stopped when they hit him.
He stood in defense of the survivors, using a small shield he had pulled from the wall. He knocked most of them unconcious, before one launhed a spell at his only vulnerable point.
Illyra.
She died on impact, as the russian millitary arrived. They leveled automatic rifles at the Arcane Academy students, and killed them all. Then, they leveled the rifles at the surviving Knights.
They fired, and the guns exploded in their hands. In a whirling dervish of descruction, they were all killed. A glowing form appeared before them, shrouded by several others. Darien breathed a single word.
"...gods....."
Illyra nodded slightly, he glowing form wrapping her arms around him, kissing him softly, then dissapearing. He heard her voice, then, and smiled. She had become something more....transcended humanity.
I am Illyra. Goddess of Love, Freedom, and Acceptance. Carry on in my name, Knights. Darien has my blessing. In time, he will lead you all.....until then, he will learn what the real world is like. Sigfried Gunther Damaske will lead you in his stead until he returns.
Five years later.
Darien stood on the edge of the floating island that The Arcane Academy stood on. The Featherfolk woman that had flown him there departing with a flirtatios wink, as he walked toward the city.
"Right. I know this place can't be all bad.......maybe I'll learn who sent those punks. Some Seer, maybe......hell, I'll just kill a seer, and call it even."
He smirked, knowing he was only joking with himself, as he walked into the city, laughing silently to himself. He was out of place, here, a normal human, among half-bloods and magic-folk, but he would make due.
Style:
White Magic: Darien prays to his godess, Illyra. who grants him the abillity to heal others. There is nothing more to his magic, as he lacks the abillity to cast spells himself.
Strengths: He is fast, strong, and hard to keep down. He is versatile, easily able to take any position on the battlefield.
He is NOT easy to piss of, either.
Special: He is "Resistant". Any spell that directly affects his body, he is completely immune to.
This is a double edged sword, however. While offensive magic CAN hurt him, mainly by affecting the ground or area around him, he is completely unaffected by ANY positive spell effects. He cannot be healed magicaly, or have his body enhanced magicaly. Any spells he tries to cast are nullified, instantly, as well.
He can still heal the wounds of others, due to channeling that power through his sword, and not himself.
Weaknesses: His resistance means that his life is CONSTANTLY in danger, due to not being able to heal any wounds magicaly. Most large wounds will eventually kill him, due to this fact.
Also, his magic come from his gods, and is channeled through his blade. The spells all take upwards of one minute to cast, leaving him open to attack.
He specializes in no particular area of combat, therefore is easily outshined by specialists.
He CANNOT block bullets easily, or dodge them easily. Due to his Resistance, he had to train extensively to attain even the smallest skill in doing this. His shield helps, but he can only block so many hits with it before he needs to repair it.
Other than resitance, he is a COMPLETELY NORMAL HUMAN in every way. He cannot learn splells, he cannot cast spells, and his body conducts no natural magic. The only "Magic" he has is that his prayers are answered by a goddess.
Spell list:
Pray: Darien prays to Illyra to heal a wound, cure a sickness, or purge a poison. He is unable to break curses, yet, and this can take up to several hours to accomplish, anyway.
Gear:
A simple four and a half foot longsword, made of blessed iron.
A simple red iron buckler, usually strapped to his fore-arm. He uses it as a weapon about as often as he uses his blade.
Stats:
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 20
Endurance: 15
Intelligence: 5
Wisdom:10
Energy: 5
Occupation: Apprentice Paladin (Order: Illyra's Shield, dedicated to spreading a message of freedom of love, and protecting the innocent.)
Nationality: Russian
Race: Human
Height: Five foot six inches
Weight: 170 pounds
Age: 21
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Appearance:
Personality: Kind, caring, and above all, honorable.
He defends those who cannot defend themselves, using the wisdom his years have granted him, along with the strength of the earth itself. He never falters, never backs down. He is as stubborn as a rock, which is typical of those of his order.
Outside of battle, he is easygoing, and never hasty to do anything. In fact, he is quite lazy. He is easy to get along with, though, and always considerate of others.
Orientation: Bisexual
History: Darien was once a simple farmer's son, until he learmed of te church of Illyra, hidden in a small forest of evergreens in northern Syberia.
His father, a godless hick, had actually disowned his son, after finding him cheating on his girlfriend....with a man. You see, Darien was different. At the tender age of sixteen, he realized he liked both other guys, AND girls. This made him an outcast in the small. nameless farming villiage. So, he left. He wandered for a long time, until he passed out from the cold.
A young woman found him, lying there in a snowbank about thirty feet from the monestary doors. She took him in, and nursed him back to health....among other things.
Those other things? You don't need to know.
She slowly converted him to her religion. Taught him the ins and outs of monestary life, and how to fight. Who was she?
Illyra. Goddess of Freedom.
Of course, at the time, she was only Illyra, head of a long standing rebellion, and daughter of the former leader of the "Knights of Freedom". A group dedicated to spreading accepance of several things. She wouldn't become a goddess until she was martyred. Until then, she would be his lover, and the only woman he had ever had feelings for. At least up until she died.
She was a pretty girl, even if nobody else thought so. She had a small case of "Tusk Mouth" that made her lower teeth come up over her bottom lip. People made sport of her for this, and Darien became her defender. He was the only thing keeping the Knights of Freedom alive, for a while, until THEY came.
A group of wizards from some place called Arcane Academy. Some group of students, calling them thieves and liers. They began to mercilessly slaughter the Knights with thier spells. Powerful spells ripped through bodies, until they came against Darien. For some reason, the spells just stopped when they hit him.
He stood in defense of the survivors, using a small shield he had pulled from the wall. He knocked most of them unconcious, before one launhed a spell at his only vulnerable point.
Illyra.
She died on impact, as the russian millitary arrived. They leveled automatic rifles at the Arcane Academy students, and killed them all. Then, they leveled the rifles at the surviving Knights.
They fired, and the guns exploded in their hands. In a whirling dervish of descruction, they were all killed. A glowing form appeared before them, shrouded by several others. Darien breathed a single word.
"...gods....."
Illyra nodded slightly, he glowing form wrapping her arms around him, kissing him softly, then dissapearing. He heard her voice, then, and smiled. She had become something more....transcended humanity.
I am Illyra. Goddess of Love, Freedom, and Acceptance. Carry on in my name, Knights. Darien has my blessing. In time, he will lead you all.....until then, he will learn what the real world is like. Sigfried Gunther Damaske will lead you in his stead until he returns.
Five years later.
Darien stood on the edge of the floating island that The Arcane Academy stood on. The Featherfolk woman that had flown him there departing with a flirtatios wink, as he walked toward the city.
"Right. I know this place can't be all bad.......maybe I'll learn who sent those punks. Some Seer, maybe......hell, I'll just kill a seer, and call it even."
He smirked, knowing he was only joking with himself, as he walked into the city, laughing silently to himself. He was out of place, here, a normal human, among half-bloods and magic-folk, but he would make due.
Style:
White Magic: Darien prays to his godess, Illyra. who grants him the abillity to heal others. There is nothing more to his magic, as he lacks the abillity to cast spells himself.
Strengths: He is fast, strong, and hard to keep down. He is versatile, easily able to take any position on the battlefield.
He is NOT easy to piss of, either.
Special: He is "Resistant". Any spell that directly affects his body, he is completely immune to.
This is a double edged sword, however. While offensive magic CAN hurt him, mainly by affecting the ground or area around him, he is completely unaffected by ANY positive spell effects. He cannot be healed magicaly, or have his body enhanced magicaly. Any spells he tries to cast are nullified, instantly, as well.
He can still heal the wounds of others, due to channeling that power through his sword, and not himself.
Weaknesses: His resistance means that his life is CONSTANTLY in danger, due to not being able to heal any wounds magicaly. Most large wounds will eventually kill him, due to this fact.
Also, his magic come from his gods, and is channeled through his blade. The spells all take upwards of one minute to cast, leaving him open to attack.
He specializes in no particular area of combat, therefore is easily outshined by specialists.
He CANNOT block bullets easily, or dodge them easily. Due to his Resistance, he had to train extensively to attain even the smallest skill in doing this. His shield helps, but he can only block so many hits with it before he needs to repair it.
Other than resitance, he is a COMPLETELY NORMAL HUMAN in every way. He cannot learn splells, he cannot cast spells, and his body conducts no natural magic. The only "Magic" he has is that his prayers are answered by a goddess.
Spell list:
Pray: Darien prays to Illyra to heal a wound, cure a sickness, or purge a poison. He is unable to break curses, yet, and this can take up to several hours to accomplish, anyway.
Gear:
A simple four and a half foot longsword, made of blessed iron.
A simple red iron buckler, usually strapped to his fore-arm. He uses it as a weapon about as often as he uses his blade.
Stats:
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 20
Endurance: 15
Intelligence: 5
Wisdom:10
Energy: 5