Post by Daruka on Jan 13, 2010 16:42:10 GMT -8
Warning- This is from Daruka. Completely. I think he could do a nice job of narrating his past. ~Adelle
Name: Daruka
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Birthday: August 18th
Species: Shifter~Werebeast-Golden Griffin
Affinity: Avian
Abilities:
Lullaby
Eagle Eye
Light as a Feather
Hawk Talons
Owl Screech
Breath of Air
Artifact: An emerald jeweled sword crafted from gold and a strong metal, Etherium. The sword is heavy, made for two hands. It does not have any ability that I have found out yet.
Role: Guard, warrior, call what you will.
Alignment: Doesn't have one, easily swayed about though.
Appearance: Deep brown hair, swept by the wind. Hazel eyes that long for the wild with a odd look. A deep gash on my ankle from an arrowhead getting jammed there. A dragon mark on my shoulder that creeps down my arm, which is always covered up due to me wanting no one to see. My skin tans easily but at times is very pale.
Personality: I'm not to keen on life sometimes. Think I like being stuck behind a damn wall all the time? Because I don't. I really can't stand crowds, I'm sure you can understand. I prefer being in the forest or in the sky really. I do not like crowds. Don't expect me to be in one or follow after them. I'm on my own. Pain is often for me, I'm quite a klutz. Do not expect me to be kind, I do not help those I cannot trust. Trust is hard to get from me, it takes awhile before I trust anyone enough to tell them much of anything. I sway with ease on all subjects, but am naive at the same time. Easy enough to fool me, but hard to trust and understand. No one can understand much of me, though I think this many deny that that is true.
History: Raised to be one who would help the mortals. I never understood why I was forced to help them out. Many times when I would ask and wouldn't get an answer, but I would get some form of punishment for asking. Over time I started to become more secluded and practiced on my own. I came to love the forest, as I spent most of my days there. Eventually the ones who raised me finally gave in to me always being in the forest. As years progress I have become more solo and more dependent upon myself rather than anyone else. The thing that seems to interest people the most about me tends to be my past. No one seems to know it. For I don't like telling it. I have traveled across Illinor to all sorts of places, many of these little adventures I'd rather forget. I suppose the most interesting thing about me is the mark on my shoulder. I hide it at all cost, so no one knows in exists or what it looks like. My name means tree, though I rather love trees.
Now, onto the part of my past I tell no one of!
The past is the sort of thing no one wants to remember or can't. For me, I'd rather forget it all. Growing up as me was difficult having a mentor taking me everywhere and telling me what to do. His name was Fyodor, I never admired him. He was assigned to me as soon as people started learning about my creature side, a golden griffin. He was rather harsh on me and tended to drag me around with him everywhere. Fyodor's teaching was different than normal, he would tend to "discipline" me in cruel ways. For example, I have a slash mark on my back from him taking his sword to my back after I failed to go get him his beer.
My journeys with Fyodor were less than pleasant. I tell people that I remain inside the wall to protect myself of being asked where I've been and what it's like. In my opinion everywhere I've ever been brought is in the slums.
The mark on my shoulder bears an odd resemblance. A dragon head that scrolls down my arm. Which is a reason I have my arm bandaged up a lot. Why do I avoid showing it is what I'll explain, along with how I got it.
The day started as normal as it could be for me. Fyodor ordering me about to fetch him things and then just make me go practice on my own. Well, I was pretty sick of all of it. So on my own I ventured into the woods. While practicing a bit of my swordplay there was noise coming from somewhere close by. Knowing me and my silly curiosity I followed the noise. What I came across was an odd daemon, huddled in a ball and rocking back and forth. It's eyes closed and it was chanting something. From there I cannot remember much. Though I can easily guess that the daemon has something to do with this mark.
After waking the next morning to find myself in a warm bed and my mum sitting next to me I questioned her on what happened. She told me that I was almost killed by something and that Fyodor brought me back here, and that I'd been conked out for a good solid week. She never mentioned the mark though. I couldn't understand. Sometimes the mark would disappear right when I wanted to show it to someone or look at it. Other times it would stick around when I least wanted it.
What it does is another story. I found out from an old fortune teller what it was for. That was a shocker for me. The teller explained that it was a great curse. The curse that meant that I would not survive. How specific is this? Not at all. The teller could not bear to tell me anything, so now I spend many days wondering when I'll drop dead or what I won't survive from. This is intriguing and frightening all in one. One other thing I have learned of this curse is that those who know of my curse will be affected by it, and not in a pleasant way.
Name: Daruka
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Birthday: August 18th
Species: Shifter~Werebeast-Golden Griffin
Affinity: Avian
Abilities:
Lullaby
Eagle Eye
Light as a Feather
Hawk Talons
Owl Screech
Breath of Air
Artifact: An emerald jeweled sword crafted from gold and a strong metal, Etherium. The sword is heavy, made for two hands. It does not have any ability that I have found out yet.
Role: Guard, warrior, call what you will.
Alignment: Doesn't have one, easily swayed about though.
Appearance: Deep brown hair, swept by the wind. Hazel eyes that long for the wild with a odd look. A deep gash on my ankle from an arrowhead getting jammed there. A dragon mark on my shoulder that creeps down my arm, which is always covered up due to me wanting no one to see. My skin tans easily but at times is very pale.
Personality: I'm not to keen on life sometimes. Think I like being stuck behind a damn wall all the time? Because I don't. I really can't stand crowds, I'm sure you can understand. I prefer being in the forest or in the sky really. I do not like crowds. Don't expect me to be in one or follow after them. I'm on my own. Pain is often for me, I'm quite a klutz. Do not expect me to be kind, I do not help those I cannot trust. Trust is hard to get from me, it takes awhile before I trust anyone enough to tell them much of anything. I sway with ease on all subjects, but am naive at the same time. Easy enough to fool me, but hard to trust and understand. No one can understand much of me, though I think this many deny that that is true.
History: Raised to be one who would help the mortals. I never understood why I was forced to help them out. Many times when I would ask and wouldn't get an answer, but I would get some form of punishment for asking. Over time I started to become more secluded and practiced on my own. I came to love the forest, as I spent most of my days there. Eventually the ones who raised me finally gave in to me always being in the forest. As years progress I have become more solo and more dependent upon myself rather than anyone else. The thing that seems to interest people the most about me tends to be my past. No one seems to know it. For I don't like telling it. I have traveled across Illinor to all sorts of places, many of these little adventures I'd rather forget. I suppose the most interesting thing about me is the mark on my shoulder. I hide it at all cost, so no one knows in exists or what it looks like. My name means tree, though I rather love trees.
Now, onto the part of my past I tell no one of!
The past is the sort of thing no one wants to remember or can't. For me, I'd rather forget it all. Growing up as me was difficult having a mentor taking me everywhere and telling me what to do. His name was Fyodor, I never admired him. He was assigned to me as soon as people started learning about my creature side, a golden griffin. He was rather harsh on me and tended to drag me around with him everywhere. Fyodor's teaching was different than normal, he would tend to "discipline" me in cruel ways. For example, I have a slash mark on my back from him taking his sword to my back after I failed to go get him his beer.
My journeys with Fyodor were less than pleasant. I tell people that I remain inside the wall to protect myself of being asked where I've been and what it's like. In my opinion everywhere I've ever been brought is in the slums.
The mark on my shoulder bears an odd resemblance. A dragon head that scrolls down my arm. Which is a reason I have my arm bandaged up a lot. Why do I avoid showing it is what I'll explain, along with how I got it.
The day started as normal as it could be for me. Fyodor ordering me about to fetch him things and then just make me go practice on my own. Well, I was pretty sick of all of it. So on my own I ventured into the woods. While practicing a bit of my swordplay there was noise coming from somewhere close by. Knowing me and my silly curiosity I followed the noise. What I came across was an odd daemon, huddled in a ball and rocking back and forth. It's eyes closed and it was chanting something. From there I cannot remember much. Though I can easily guess that the daemon has something to do with this mark.
After waking the next morning to find myself in a warm bed and my mum sitting next to me I questioned her on what happened. She told me that I was almost killed by something and that Fyodor brought me back here, and that I'd been conked out for a good solid week. She never mentioned the mark though. I couldn't understand. Sometimes the mark would disappear right when I wanted to show it to someone or look at it. Other times it would stick around when I least wanted it.
What it does is another story. I found out from an old fortune teller what it was for. That was a shocker for me. The teller explained that it was a great curse. The curse that meant that I would not survive. How specific is this? Not at all. The teller could not bear to tell me anything, so now I spend many days wondering when I'll drop dead or what I won't survive from. This is intriguing and frightening all in one. One other thing I have learned of this curse is that those who know of my curse will be affected by it, and not in a pleasant way.