Post by Bane Blade on Nov 1, 2006 17:58:21 GMT -5
Character's Name: Dakkon Rakdos (Bane Blade)
Character's Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race/Class: Samurai/Mercenary
Character's History/Background:
Dakkon was a normal human boy born into a relatively peaceful village of Samurai. He, naturally, followed in his father’s footsteps and began training with the sword at a very early age, showing skill and promise. He grew to love to read books, and had quite a few of the sword training books and ones on myth and legend within his own home. He was happy, till he became ten, and the conflict with the Shinobi began with the humans. His father was immediately called to Brightvale when the Samurai drew up alliances with the humans, and Dakkon was forced to train with the village elders, who, while knowledgeable and quite capable to teach, were in no condition to fight in such a conflict. He trained with them, learning different techniques and reading ones in books of lore that even the elders had forgotten to time. Showing so much promise, he trained for roughly a year, until he received word that Brightvale itself was under siege. When a few of the warriors returned home, the told him of the tragedy that befell Brightvale, how the shinobi had utterly destroyed the city, and that his father was one of the casualties. Both depressed and furious, Dakkon was ready to set out on a quest for vengeance, and had the elders not stopped him before he left, he would have surely ventured into Shinobi territory, killing as man as he could find. He would have surely also died in the process. He was told though, that if he truly wanted to fight them, that there were certain ways to go about doing it.
He was taught about honor, discipline, training, and all other things that a Samurai should know when coming of age, although such speeches should have come from his father. To be quite frank, some of the teachings went in one ear and out the other, as the hatred burning in his heart would not accept them as ideas. When he was finally completed with the lessons, he went and got his first real sword. It was what was called a mix weapon, as it had a similar tip to the Katana, but wasn’t curved like one, instead being much thicker like a Human sword, but with one small crescent cut that was stretched along a small portion of the back of the blade. The blade itself was pure black, the runes etched into the base of the blade, near the golden silver hilt a blood red. The smith seemed to understand his feelings, and custom made the weapon, the runes enabling him not only able to cut through most physical things, but spells as well. The shinobi’s magic were strong, but what if they were cut in half?
Finally, he set out, training himself with his books that he took along with him, including his father’s journal. He wanted to make his own way, his own style, and what better way than taking lessons from each race? Dakkon was sure that if he took the best things from each race he would be sure to make a style that would surpass that of the shinobi swordstyle. Regardless, right now he needed money to pay for those lessons that the teachers would give, so he decided to take on some random jobs here and there, none as thrilling as being a sword for hire. He escorted caravans through bandit infested ridgelines and other various tasks, some being a little less honorable than others. His sense of honor became skewed, and although he was not evil in such terms, he was more of a neutral. Nothing mattered, except his revenge. He continued like this for seven years, bringing him to where he is today. He has grown quite wealthy, although you wouldn’t be able to tell that from the way he looked, and he keeps his wealth hidden in a special location somewhere in the land, a small portion with him.
Character's Personality:
Dakkon is the type that doesn’t care of certain things unless it helps him towards his quest for revenge. An avenger for his father, he despises Shinobi, and is extremely prejudice towards them. He hasn’t seen reason not to hate them, their sneaky dishonorable tactics, lack of honor, dignity, integrity, everything about them. He is a person who will not tell a lie, if he says anything at all. He is generally quiet, not being a person to boast or show emotion in anything but a combat situation. He loves to read books though, and training is a good anger release. He doesn’t really like public places, and despises alcohol and other judgment impairing substances, and yet he is commonly found in pubs, taverns and inns, as these are the best places to find work.
Character's Appearance:
Just take away the Drum at his waist, the glasses and the grey hair.
Anything special:
Dakkon’s sword is infused with the power to cut through magic, although it must be something he can at least tell is coming at him. Normally, this will disrupt the flow of magic enough to break whatever spell it is that is being cast.
Weaknesses/Strengths: While being skilled, fast and strong, Dakkon lacks any long ranged capability at all, having to get within range of his sword to do any real damage to anyone. He also is susceptible to most types of illusions and has a difficulty blocking arrows or bolts.
Character's Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race/Class: Samurai/Mercenary
Character's History/Background:
Dakkon was a normal human boy born into a relatively peaceful village of Samurai. He, naturally, followed in his father’s footsteps and began training with the sword at a very early age, showing skill and promise. He grew to love to read books, and had quite a few of the sword training books and ones on myth and legend within his own home. He was happy, till he became ten, and the conflict with the Shinobi began with the humans. His father was immediately called to Brightvale when the Samurai drew up alliances with the humans, and Dakkon was forced to train with the village elders, who, while knowledgeable and quite capable to teach, were in no condition to fight in such a conflict. He trained with them, learning different techniques and reading ones in books of lore that even the elders had forgotten to time. Showing so much promise, he trained for roughly a year, until he received word that Brightvale itself was under siege. When a few of the warriors returned home, the told him of the tragedy that befell Brightvale, how the shinobi had utterly destroyed the city, and that his father was one of the casualties. Both depressed and furious, Dakkon was ready to set out on a quest for vengeance, and had the elders not stopped him before he left, he would have surely ventured into Shinobi territory, killing as man as he could find. He would have surely also died in the process. He was told though, that if he truly wanted to fight them, that there were certain ways to go about doing it.
He was taught about honor, discipline, training, and all other things that a Samurai should know when coming of age, although such speeches should have come from his father. To be quite frank, some of the teachings went in one ear and out the other, as the hatred burning in his heart would not accept them as ideas. When he was finally completed with the lessons, he went and got his first real sword. It was what was called a mix weapon, as it had a similar tip to the Katana, but wasn’t curved like one, instead being much thicker like a Human sword, but with one small crescent cut that was stretched along a small portion of the back of the blade. The blade itself was pure black, the runes etched into the base of the blade, near the golden silver hilt a blood red. The smith seemed to understand his feelings, and custom made the weapon, the runes enabling him not only able to cut through most physical things, but spells as well. The shinobi’s magic were strong, but what if they were cut in half?
Finally, he set out, training himself with his books that he took along with him, including his father’s journal. He wanted to make his own way, his own style, and what better way than taking lessons from each race? Dakkon was sure that if he took the best things from each race he would be sure to make a style that would surpass that of the shinobi swordstyle. Regardless, right now he needed money to pay for those lessons that the teachers would give, so he decided to take on some random jobs here and there, none as thrilling as being a sword for hire. He escorted caravans through bandit infested ridgelines and other various tasks, some being a little less honorable than others. His sense of honor became skewed, and although he was not evil in such terms, he was more of a neutral. Nothing mattered, except his revenge. He continued like this for seven years, bringing him to where he is today. He has grown quite wealthy, although you wouldn’t be able to tell that from the way he looked, and he keeps his wealth hidden in a special location somewhere in the land, a small portion with him.
Character's Personality:
Dakkon is the type that doesn’t care of certain things unless it helps him towards his quest for revenge. An avenger for his father, he despises Shinobi, and is extremely prejudice towards them. He hasn’t seen reason not to hate them, their sneaky dishonorable tactics, lack of honor, dignity, integrity, everything about them. He is a person who will not tell a lie, if he says anything at all. He is generally quiet, not being a person to boast or show emotion in anything but a combat situation. He loves to read books though, and training is a good anger release. He doesn’t really like public places, and despises alcohol and other judgment impairing substances, and yet he is commonly found in pubs, taverns and inns, as these are the best places to find work.
Character's Appearance:
Just take away the Drum at his waist, the glasses and the grey hair.
Anything special:
Dakkon’s sword is infused with the power to cut through magic, although it must be something he can at least tell is coming at him. Normally, this will disrupt the flow of magic enough to break whatever spell it is that is being cast.
Weaknesses/Strengths: While being skilled, fast and strong, Dakkon lacks any long ranged capability at all, having to get within range of his sword to do any real damage to anyone. He also is susceptible to most types of illusions and has a difficulty blocking arrows or bolts.
