Aurion
11-24-06, 06:01 PM
Full Name: Aurion Acolon Doomhan
Age: 35
Race: Tiefling (human with demonic blood)
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Royal Blue
Height: 7'1"
Weight: 310lbs
Occupation: Mercenary/Adventurer/Slaver
Personality: A cold man with little emotion in his expressions towards others. He is primarily concerned with himself and his own advancement. Having no particular objection to working with others or, for that matter, going it on his own. His only interest is in getting ahead for himself. If there is a quick and easy way to gain a profit, whether it be legal, questionable, or obviously illegal, he will take advantage of it. Although he does not have the every-man-for-himself attitude as many might think. He still has no qualms about betraying his "friends" and "companions" for personal gain. Typically basing his allegiance on power and money, which makes him quite receptive to bribes. He feels no compulsion to help others without some sort of tangible reward. Having no respect of another's life or values agianst sins. Tending to use cruel tortures to extract any information he needs, with a twisted sort of pleasure out of it. An unscrupulous mercenary, who lacks a sense of morality is the epitome of "Aurion the Ruthless".
Appearance: Before you stands a giant of a man. A seven-foot tall juggernaut of towering, scared, and ripped muscle mass. This man-beast is that of strength incarnate and little emotion is left at his presence other than fear. He wears a suit of black plate armour. The large shoulder pads increasing the look of his already intimidating size. Two Large razor sharp spikes protrude outward from the center of each the shoulder pads. His chest plate smooth, thick and well designed to meld with his muscle tone. Each plate well crafted to allow him easy movement. Making it seem as if the blackened armour was a part of him somehow. His gauntlets endorse curved spikes like scimitars on the wristlocks. The metal interlocking over his fingers, making his fists sharp and jagged, making even a simple punch deadly. The patterns continue down to his boots. Which show the same curved blades as his gauntlets, pointing to the sky. His sinister looking armour, only aiding to the fear of his viewer. Gazing about his size, many forget to view the man's face. His cold unemotional stare of hate, that instills a desire to flee. A blue tattoo of demonic design and meaning forged on his baldhead. His royal blue eyes never lock to yours, for you are nothing in his path and there are other matters to attend to.
History: Aurion was raised as an urchin in the streets, until he was adopted as Aurion Doomhan by his foster father Tyrus Doomhan, the leader a ruthless mercenary company by the name of the "Demon's Fist". When he was just a child, Tyrus had Aurion's mother strangled in front of him as punishment for unfaithfulness, an event that has had a significant impact on him. Under the ruthless tutelage of the Demon's Fist, Aurion studied the art of intimidation and the cruelest and most brutal styles of combat in order to become a Deathclaw, a powerful warrior possessing the abilities to paralyze an opponent in mêlée battle through fear alone, as well as killing the most powerful of opponents in a single, massive blow.
All though his life he always had a driving desire, a painful burn, an agony he felt in his dreams. An impulse to slaughter all around him, to murder all those in his path. He had fits of rage in his youth, times when he seemed stronger than the average man. Times when killing came so easily and with a sense of pleasure. It’s this passion that drove him to be a Deathclaw. Yet he never knew why he felt this way, why such evil deeds brought him such pleasurable feelings. Until a day when he found his dead mother's journal. Its contents revealing his heritage and birth into this world. The woman his foster father had played to be his mother was nothing more than a drone. His real mother, had been a priestess in a cult of utmost sacrilege. Worshippers of the damned, the cursed, and deviant. A worshipper of demons, devils, and the like. In accordance with the journal, a ritual had been performed. A ritual, which would sow a prodgney of both man and demon. A devil to walk to material world, and carry with it the dawn of a new era. Aurion, would be the child of the dark cult's prophecy. His mother raped and tormented by a powerful balor's avatar. An unholy union, which had forged, spawned his fowl existence. Upon the discovery of his tainted heritage, Aurion would set out into the world. To learn more of what he could gain his planar bloodline. To reap the rewards and power that he so willingly desired and deserved.
Abilities and Skills:
Enormous Strength: Due to his massive size and height he is strong. Capable of such feats as to explode a wooden door with a single punch or kick. Using a two-handed sword with only one hand. Lifting an average size man in full-plate mail armour in choke, almost effortlessly with a single arm. Yet his great size and heavy armour, leaves him lacking both speed and agility. His strikes are slow, yet one blow tends to be deadly.
Average Skill a with Two-Handed Sword: He knows how to swing around his two-handed sword. Of course it’s really no more than just swinging it till he smashes something.
Deathclaw Training: Trained to make an opponent in mêlée battle hesitate or become disoriented by fear alone. Using terrifying battle calls, and raw intimidation to bring his opponents to there knees. Utilizing hard, slow, and incredibly powerful blows of force to slash a man in half.
Tainted Demon Heritage: He has yet to obtain any abilities from his heritage as far as he can see as of yet.
Equipment:
Deathclaw Armour: Other than its sinister look it has no special proprieties. Made from simple steel and leather found anywhere.
Blade of Havoc: Whatever enchanted powers this weapon had have long since vanished. It is now nothing more than an evil looking weapon. A thick steel blade, stained a deep red with the blood that it has bathed in. The hilt rapped in black leather, and the guard between the blade and hilt. A skull, missing a gem in the center of the open mouth. Demon horns protruding upward from the head of the skull figure. Perhaps this missing gem is key to the blade's power. These are questions still unanswered to Aurion.
Age: 35
Race: Tiefling (human with demonic blood)
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Royal Blue
Height: 7'1"
Weight: 310lbs
Occupation: Mercenary/Adventurer/Slaver
Personality: A cold man with little emotion in his expressions towards others. He is primarily concerned with himself and his own advancement. Having no particular objection to working with others or, for that matter, going it on his own. His only interest is in getting ahead for himself. If there is a quick and easy way to gain a profit, whether it be legal, questionable, or obviously illegal, he will take advantage of it. Although he does not have the every-man-for-himself attitude as many might think. He still has no qualms about betraying his "friends" and "companions" for personal gain. Typically basing his allegiance on power and money, which makes him quite receptive to bribes. He feels no compulsion to help others without some sort of tangible reward. Having no respect of another's life or values agianst sins. Tending to use cruel tortures to extract any information he needs, with a twisted sort of pleasure out of it. An unscrupulous mercenary, who lacks a sense of morality is the epitome of "Aurion the Ruthless".
Appearance: Before you stands a giant of a man. A seven-foot tall juggernaut of towering, scared, and ripped muscle mass. This man-beast is that of strength incarnate and little emotion is left at his presence other than fear. He wears a suit of black plate armour. The large shoulder pads increasing the look of his already intimidating size. Two Large razor sharp spikes protrude outward from the center of each the shoulder pads. His chest plate smooth, thick and well designed to meld with his muscle tone. Each plate well crafted to allow him easy movement. Making it seem as if the blackened armour was a part of him somehow. His gauntlets endorse curved spikes like scimitars on the wristlocks. The metal interlocking over his fingers, making his fists sharp and jagged, making even a simple punch deadly. The patterns continue down to his boots. Which show the same curved blades as his gauntlets, pointing to the sky. His sinister looking armour, only aiding to the fear of his viewer. Gazing about his size, many forget to view the man's face. His cold unemotional stare of hate, that instills a desire to flee. A blue tattoo of demonic design and meaning forged on his baldhead. His royal blue eyes never lock to yours, for you are nothing in his path and there are other matters to attend to.
History: Aurion was raised as an urchin in the streets, until he was adopted as Aurion Doomhan by his foster father Tyrus Doomhan, the leader a ruthless mercenary company by the name of the "Demon's Fist". When he was just a child, Tyrus had Aurion's mother strangled in front of him as punishment for unfaithfulness, an event that has had a significant impact on him. Under the ruthless tutelage of the Demon's Fist, Aurion studied the art of intimidation and the cruelest and most brutal styles of combat in order to become a Deathclaw, a powerful warrior possessing the abilities to paralyze an opponent in mêlée battle through fear alone, as well as killing the most powerful of opponents in a single, massive blow.
All though his life he always had a driving desire, a painful burn, an agony he felt in his dreams. An impulse to slaughter all around him, to murder all those in his path. He had fits of rage in his youth, times when he seemed stronger than the average man. Times when killing came so easily and with a sense of pleasure. It’s this passion that drove him to be a Deathclaw. Yet he never knew why he felt this way, why such evil deeds brought him such pleasurable feelings. Until a day when he found his dead mother's journal. Its contents revealing his heritage and birth into this world. The woman his foster father had played to be his mother was nothing more than a drone. His real mother, had been a priestess in a cult of utmost sacrilege. Worshippers of the damned, the cursed, and deviant. A worshipper of demons, devils, and the like. In accordance with the journal, a ritual had been performed. A ritual, which would sow a prodgney of both man and demon. A devil to walk to material world, and carry with it the dawn of a new era. Aurion, would be the child of the dark cult's prophecy. His mother raped and tormented by a powerful balor's avatar. An unholy union, which had forged, spawned his fowl existence. Upon the discovery of his tainted heritage, Aurion would set out into the world. To learn more of what he could gain his planar bloodline. To reap the rewards and power that he so willingly desired and deserved.
Abilities and Skills:
Enormous Strength: Due to his massive size and height he is strong. Capable of such feats as to explode a wooden door with a single punch or kick. Using a two-handed sword with only one hand. Lifting an average size man in full-plate mail armour in choke, almost effortlessly with a single arm. Yet his great size and heavy armour, leaves him lacking both speed and agility. His strikes are slow, yet one blow tends to be deadly.
Average Skill a with Two-Handed Sword: He knows how to swing around his two-handed sword. Of course it’s really no more than just swinging it till he smashes something.
Deathclaw Training: Trained to make an opponent in mêlée battle hesitate or become disoriented by fear alone. Using terrifying battle calls, and raw intimidation to bring his opponents to there knees. Utilizing hard, slow, and incredibly powerful blows of force to slash a man in half.
Tainted Demon Heritage: He has yet to obtain any abilities from his heritage as far as he can see as of yet.
Equipment:
Deathclaw Armour: Other than its sinister look it has no special proprieties. Made from simple steel and leather found anywhere.
Blade of Havoc: Whatever enchanted powers this weapon had have long since vanished. It is now nothing more than an evil looking weapon. A thick steel blade, stained a deep red with the blood that it has bathed in. The hilt rapped in black leather, and the guard between the blade and hilt. A skull, missing a gem in the center of the open mouth. Demon horns protruding upward from the head of the skull figure. Perhaps this missing gem is key to the blade's power. These are questions still unanswered to Aurion.