Darius
02-05-07, 03:10 PM
Name: Darius Suirad
Age: 200
Race: Elf
Hair Color: Long Black
Eye Color: Black
Height: 7'
Weight: 230 lbs
Occupation:Warrior, smith, mage
Appearance: Darius wears a long black, open front coat that flows down to his calves. He also wears extemely baggy pants that are also black. Adorning his feet are black Ebony boots that are trimmed with gold. He has a steel sword on his right hip and black tinted glasses across his dark eyes. His chest has a long snake like scar running from his left shoulder to his right hip.
History:
A small shack lie just outside of a great lake. The morning dew was still shimmering peacefully on the rocks and leaves when a wooden door burst open. It produced a shadowy looking man garbed in a long black coat and matching leather pants. His feat were covered in gigantic black Ebony boots trimmed in gold. Black glasses covered heartless eyes and a simple sword sat on his right hip. On his bear chest was a long and winding scar running from his left shoulder to his right hip. He opened his mouth and took a swig from a flask in his hand. He then began to speak.
"Alright! Who shever outh shere hash betsher have more whish...whish... whishky!"
He took three steps foreward and fell over a root sticking out of the ground. He pushed himself up and walked up to a line of bushes. He looked over the row and spotted a deer grazing on some weeds. He un-sheathed his sword and charged, swinging it blindly trying to strike the doe down. However he missed and it bounded off towards a city a mile away. He turned on his heel and sprinted after it.
The next thing he knew he was in the center of the city, destroying merchants stalls and chasing after the deer that had turned quickly making him think it was still running throughout the city. He reached the town center to find the captain of the guard and thiry men waiting for him. They charged the elf and knocked him out.
He later awoke in a small jail cell, lieing on a bed roll. Across from him was a table with a man sitting staring at him with a dark hood up. He raised a skinny white hand from his robe and pushed air towards the door setting the tumblers falling out and the door flinging open. Upon looking back over he realized the man had vanished. He shrugged, picked himself up, collected his sword from the room beyond and ventured up into the great hall where the Lord was sitting.
He walked slowly up to the Lord and wrapped his arms around him crying out in sobs, "I AM SORRY FATHER!" The Lord looked down on the boy and kicked him in the abdomen, kicking freshly taken air out and sending him flying down twenty stairs and lying at a heep at the bottom. Sobs came from the heep and the Lord strode down and picked it up by the back.
"I HAVE NO SON, DARIUS!"
He then walked dutifully out into the entrance chambers, opening the doors and throwing Darius out, never to return. He rose to his feet and sprinted off, destroying the stalls again and his hut on his way. He kept running and running for an entire day, never tiring and barely stopping. He finally reached the outskirts of the Lords control before he stopped to build his new home.
Skills:
Master of All Weapon~Darius is a master in the use of any and all weapons.
Moderate Armor~Darius is able to wear any armor up to Ebony.
Moderate Smithy~Darius can repair weapons and armor beyond their top condition making them last longer.
Low Magic~Darius has just unlocked his magic powers.
Equipment:
Clothing
Steel Sword
Age: 200
Race: Elf
Hair Color: Long Black
Eye Color: Black
Height: 7'
Weight: 230 lbs
Occupation:Warrior, smith, mage
Appearance: Darius wears a long black, open front coat that flows down to his calves. He also wears extemely baggy pants that are also black. Adorning his feet are black Ebony boots that are trimmed with gold. He has a steel sword on his right hip and black tinted glasses across his dark eyes. His chest has a long snake like scar running from his left shoulder to his right hip.
History:
A small shack lie just outside of a great lake. The morning dew was still shimmering peacefully on the rocks and leaves when a wooden door burst open. It produced a shadowy looking man garbed in a long black coat and matching leather pants. His feat were covered in gigantic black Ebony boots trimmed in gold. Black glasses covered heartless eyes and a simple sword sat on his right hip. On his bear chest was a long and winding scar running from his left shoulder to his right hip. He opened his mouth and took a swig from a flask in his hand. He then began to speak.
"Alright! Who shever outh shere hash betsher have more whish...whish... whishky!"
He took three steps foreward and fell over a root sticking out of the ground. He pushed himself up and walked up to a line of bushes. He looked over the row and spotted a deer grazing on some weeds. He un-sheathed his sword and charged, swinging it blindly trying to strike the doe down. However he missed and it bounded off towards a city a mile away. He turned on his heel and sprinted after it.
The next thing he knew he was in the center of the city, destroying merchants stalls and chasing after the deer that had turned quickly making him think it was still running throughout the city. He reached the town center to find the captain of the guard and thiry men waiting for him. They charged the elf and knocked him out.
He later awoke in a small jail cell, lieing on a bed roll. Across from him was a table with a man sitting staring at him with a dark hood up. He raised a skinny white hand from his robe and pushed air towards the door setting the tumblers falling out and the door flinging open. Upon looking back over he realized the man had vanished. He shrugged, picked himself up, collected his sword from the room beyond and ventured up into the great hall where the Lord was sitting.
He walked slowly up to the Lord and wrapped his arms around him crying out in sobs, "I AM SORRY FATHER!" The Lord looked down on the boy and kicked him in the abdomen, kicking freshly taken air out and sending him flying down twenty stairs and lying at a heep at the bottom. Sobs came from the heep and the Lord strode down and picked it up by the back.
"I HAVE NO SON, DARIUS!"
He then walked dutifully out into the entrance chambers, opening the doors and throwing Darius out, never to return. He rose to his feet and sprinted off, destroying the stalls again and his hut on his way. He kept running and running for an entire day, never tiring and barely stopping. He finally reached the outskirts of the Lords control before he stopped to build his new home.
Skills:
Master of All Weapon~Darius is a master in the use of any and all weapons.
Moderate Armor~Darius is able to wear any armor up to Ebony.
Moderate Smithy~Darius can repair weapons and armor beyond their top condition making them last longer.
Low Magic~Darius has just unlocked his magic powers.
Equipment:
Clothing
Steel Sword