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Post by He-Qui, Master of the Uniberse on Apr 2, 2019 18:01:06 GMT -6
Name: Darst Verdun Relative Age: Early thirties, 32 to be exact. Appearance: i.pinimg.com/originals/99/7c/c3/997cc31d22bf0e50d105129936e7aed6.jpgRace: Human Abilities: Incredible swordsmanship, high level holy and lightning magic, a nigh indomitable will in the face of evil. An uncanny luck to never fall ill. Weapons: A broadsword bound to his very soul, acting as not only an indestructible remote conduit for his magic, but a tool to allow for teleportation as well. A longbow that generates magic arrows of various types, up to three at a time. Bio: Darst was born into a family of pig farmers on the outskirts of a small and oft forgotten village known as Gek. Gek had a population of twenty-four, with Darst's family of five being over a fifth of that population. No merchants or adventuring types ever traveled out to Gek, most didn't even know it existed. As such, Gek knew and saw very few people in his life. Transportation was scarce, with the only wagon in village being owned by his family to transport the pigs to the butcher for slaughter. Alas, they had no horses, so it was often a task to pull the wagon by hand into town. The state of the village was abysmal, with no defenses outside of their barely existent state of being. Darst himself was born to a peculiar family, bearing similar physical traits to those of the nocturne bloodline. Crimson eyes and a penchant for theatrical heroics, it was heavily spectated that they were descendants of Nocturne himself. This inflated Darst's ego only briefly before his parents struck him with the truth, he was nothing special. He was not of any god's seed, he simply had crimson eyes. Darst submitted himself to the toiling days in Gek from then on. In his 18th year, a terrible sickness befell his village from a disgusting looking vagabond that wandered through. The only of his family to not yet be sick, he was sent off with what food he could gather from the non-ill pigs. He wandered for days before finding a cave and hiding out in it, the first shelter he had found since he left. His skin burned and his body ached, so he rested there for some time. Hearing a call from deep within the cave one night, he decided there was no other choice but to venture into the dark without a guiding light. As he walked down, down, down, he soon saw a purple light in the distance. The closer he got, the more it appeared to be a sword floating above a pedestal. Being the heroic type, Darst had no choice but to grasp the weapon by the hilt and prepare to face whatever guardian revealed itself. Instead, he was suddenly transported to Summerheim. Growing accustomed to the new world was difficult, but it became much easier when Darst used his fancy looking sword and red eyes to convince everyone he was a descendant of Nocturne. As the years went by, he trained, worked, and grew. Now, he is a very well known adventurer and treasure hunter, still battling under the claim of being from the Nocturne lineage. It had gotten him so much more than his parents ever realized it could do for them. Truly, his eyes were a blessing his parents didn't understand, and he would make full use of that blessing from the gods. Extra: Darst feigns the image of a descendant, but the truth is that he relishes in crushing the dark, and his heroics these days are to inflate his ego or show off. |
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