Post by dain on Apr 18, 2007 15:19:45 GMT -5
((PLEASE, IGNORE TYPOS. Alright then, I was just going to put this here as storage so I could work on it before I post it into another site. However, I also wanted to post this for a specific plot involving 2 special kitsunes. Akira, and Suzume. Either way, storage is the first bet...please, no posting here. If any staff has an idea for a plot including Darius, I'd love to hear it. 
))
Name: Darius Raeylin Darkstalker
Age: 2231 moon years old, but because of his heritage, he is always mistaken for being young. As in his 20's or 30's. (Human Years = 15.5 times 2231)
Race: Ancient/Drow (An ancient is the protector of a God. Darius was picked out by the God of Balance and made a formidable fighter to guard the Nexus, an unlimited source of souls.)
Occupation: Soulforge (A Soulforge is one who can absorb souls and use them to their own advantage in any situation. In Darius' case, he can make elements, he can make weapons, he can even produce enough power to obliderate an entire army. Though, only in his final form can he commit the last bit.))
Appearance:
Now Darius simply wears his black dragon hide leggings, for his wings must not be hindered from coming out. He wields Odyssey, the sword of his Father. His white hair is lengthened, and white lines carress his body as direct portals to the Nexus, so those who touch them are sucked in. Since his reawkening, Darius' mind has sharpened beyond normal standards and his cunning is shown through his deep white eyes. He has been remembered of his old one-handed battle skills, and now also wields the great daemon blade, Darkfire, rescued from the pits of Lloth. WIth this, Darius has discorvered and unraveled his entire life to his point of being, and accepts things as they are. He is so tactful now, and he needs to win a battle is his own wits. Upon reuniting himself with his former soul, Darius is a complete Ancient.
His face is chiseled as if from black marble, and his eyes reflect as deep pools of white with no pupils present. When knowingly going into battle, Darius adorns his ancient armor that is riddled with spikes and sharp ridges for close-contact blows and defence. He wears little armor because he has regeneration and reincarnation. Regeneration is the ability of regaining lost appendages, reincarnation is the ability to come back fromt he dead to be alive once more. Therefore, you may stick a sword through Darius' head, but, he will still live. The onyl problem is the opportunity of sticking a sword in Darius' head is not very often, if at all possible.
History:
It all started with two. An affair unkind, Darius's mother died giving birth to him out in thw wilderness, the father of Darius unknown. As a babe he crawled the forests of Frostmourn, looking for food, for he was no regular baby, he was quite smart for the age of 1. He soon learned to walk, and with that, in turn learned how to hunt and feed on his own. At the age of 2, while hunting a deer, Darius was picked up by an unknown entity. Once Darius opened his eyes, he realized...it was someone like him.
THe drow scout took Darius to Tekken'tal, where he was soon presented to Argot, he overruler. Argot is a gentleman, and good-hearted drow; he was shocked to find that Darius had learned all stuff by himself in a matter of two years, which in turn led Darius to be adopted by Argot. Now prince, Darius was trained in the most elite of techniques and battle rules, his swords carving others like a jet of quicksilver.
In due time, a tragedy must be brought forth. A war was happening between house Tekken'tal and humans of unknown lineage. The humans erected a wooden fort a mile away from Tekken'tal, taking the house under siege. Darius was the commander of the Tekken'tal army, being prince, so he marched his best men out to the fort. They succeeded, but at a cost. The human's king himself came to the fort, along with an army of infantry and archers, catapults, and mages. Darius fought hhis hardest, and finally reached the king. Asking the king to have a battle between him and he, Darius was soon denied the inquiry. There, on that ground, Darius was shot by the archers of that king. He was punctured by three hundred arrows, Darius fell to the ground, his blood staining the soft white snow.
The drow army's morale went down, but they fought on, and destroyed the army by mere luck if that was the case. They went home in agony, of losing their prince. Darius. ((now I will go in first-person tense))
Darius....Darius....awaken my son.....awaken my beautiful creation.....awaken....to the light....of the gods.
A strange force echoed in my head, it was like the song of the sirens, except the hynotic part. I felt, lifted, free of responsibilty, free of everything. My eyes fluttered to behold life as I have never seen it. This place, it was full of light and effervescence. This place was not regular, it had to be holy, it had to be of the Divine. I looked forward from my laying position, and quickly got up from my downed state, and for some reason, my swords were not on me. I looked at what looked to be a floating man, light flooding from his body. He carried a golden spear, and he had wings, which were the complete antithesis of each other; one white, and one black.
The creature looked at me, and spoke, his voice killing my ears.
Hello, Darius, I have been waiting for you for quite sometime, my son. I am Desgrin, supreme god of gods, and you have stepped onto the welcome mat of the Divine world. DO you know why you are here?
I looked at the creature....er...Desgrin in misbelief. Why did he call me 'son', and I don't have an answer for his question either.
"I merely do not know, Desgrin, perhaps with your infinite knowledge, you could maybe...enlighten me of this situation?" Darius asked, his voice also a little echoey.
Heh, you always were the bright one, my son, and I will answr you as a father should. You are here, becuase of me. Do you know who your father is, Darius? I am the unknown bearer that put your mother in pregnancy, though mortals that consumate with gods die when giving birth, I am sorry. You are a god, Darius, the god of Life and Death, for now you have experienced both.
No, no, this cannot be. I cannot be a god, I have never been able to fly, and to have power? By Des...father...I have only used magic. But power would be so much of a burden. But, I cannot be of Life and Death, I have never been able to control the ancient flames that reside in Tekken'tal. The flames of Volar and Andium, white and black fire.
"How can this be Des....er...father? I cannot control the fires of Life and Death, this cannot be even possible for me to be in this realm first off!"
Desgrin looks at Darius, and grins. He held out his hands, and two swords appeared, both alike and not alike, both the same snd also the antithesis of each other.
Diasmon and Firenze have blessed you with these blades, Darius. These swords are Volar and Andium. They are the blades of Balance. Volar and Andium themselves are joined with these swords, awaiting your grasp, for once you grip these, you are forever a god amongst mortals. Volar and Andium will join with your soul, making you the bring of Grey, the Apostle of Life and Death. Will you take up your post, Darius, or will you forsake your own heritage?
I, in disbelief, look at the blades. They were made of metal I have never seen, and they glew with strange proportion. They were Divine Blades, most likely able to cut through anything. Darius sat, and thought over this for a little while. He stood up, and walked toward Desgrin, then knealed.
"I take your offer, father, I will act as your son and take my place. One question I might ask though, how am I suppose to get back on the earth realm?"
Desgrin smiled, and laughed a bit.
You will know how to, when the time comes Darius. Then with these swords, I dub you the Gray Prince, the Apostle of Life and Death, the God of Balance.
Desgrin takes the two swords, and knights Darius, who then starts glowng like Desgrin.
I took the swords form the father, and swung them around. They were light as a feather, but sharp as a...as a....nothing is sharp as these fine edges. I sheathed them, and I bowed to my father.
"You said I'd know when the time comes, and now I do, father. I will help the lands of this realm, in the name of myself, and the gods."
Darius snapped his fingers, and the real world was replaced. He got up, his body was soaked with blood, but arrows were not seen where arrow punctures shold be, quite strange. Darius turned and walked toward a lakem and saw his reflection. HIs eyes, which used to be coal black, were now quite..different. They were white, solid white, with no pupils. They emitted a little light, which was slightly strange also. He drew Volar and Andium, they were fine blades. His soul was not filled by them yet, however. He crossed the blades in an 'X', and then something hurtful, and wiered at the same time happened. THe two dragons were shot out of the swords, Volar and Andium. THe looked down at Darius, and rushed toward him like a magnet attracting iron, then once the hit Darius, they dug inside his soul like two gophers. Darius was in extreme pain, the dragons were then united with Darius's soul, and Darius lay down in the snow for awhile. He would go to Tekken'tal when his body could move again.
Weapons and Proficiency:
Darius can wield any weapon at anytime, because he is an expertly trained warrior, assassin, and all around war-goer. His preference is a long blade, however, or a scimitar. At this moment, he wields two blades that exceed god-worthy; Odyssey and Darkfire. These two blades are part of a giant wheel of eight blades that make up Niram'hiru, the Ultima weapon. Darius can only access Niram'hiru after ascending up his rank of forms from what he is now, Elghinn D'Jar, to his final form, Elghinn Yochlol. Stories have been passed along to all mortals and even immortals of Darius' proficiency in the arts of weaponry, so, most everyone has heard of him. The legend of Darius Darkstalker still stands today.
[Weapons]
Odyssey: A blade smithed and given to Darius by the God of Balance himself, Darius' father. It resembles a large scimitar that has an eternal torrent of energy flowing up its divine-sharpened blade. THe entire sword is complete white, matching Darius' complete pits of pupiless white. Odyssey can cut through the Earth realm and create a vortex to suck anything, immortal, mortal, or god, into the Nexus.
Darkfire: THe original blade of Darius, it resembles a regular longsword. However, a convex knotch in the middle of the blade face on both side presents a wave to stab a foe shallowly for a blood-letting kill. Darkfire itself entraps one million souls of ancient, dark demons that seek to get out and wreack havoc on the world once again. No-one knows, nor does Darius, how this diamond-edged blade got into a simple drow's hand. Doesn't matter now though.
[Final]
Insanity Eight - Upon reaching his final form, Darius can unleash a power both devastating and delightful. This beam fueled by all eight Drow elements rips the Earth realm past every elemental plane and makes a direct void to the Nexus, where suction rakes in anything. There are secondary all the way to qunitintary effects on everything in its aura. Paralyzation, freezing, fear, severe burning, and sometimes, instant death. Not many have survived to tell the tale of the sight of this glorious attack, and details on its effects are only limited.
[Armor Information]
Darius wears random apparrel, so, guessing his armor's strengths and weaknesses is usually at random. Though, his favored outfits are...
Black Dragon Hide:
He only wears the pants and his chest area is exposed because the armor hinders his wings. Darius usually only wears this armor when he knows aerial battles are going to ensue, or he wants fast travel. The dragon hide is super-stitched, making it even harder for a sword to penetrate through it. A belt made of twisted dragon leather holds these leggings up, and a belt buckle made of a polished obisidan stone is set in the middle for power storage.
Battle Armor:
When Darius knows he is going to be land-based, he adorns his ceremonial battle armor that is made of fine black orihalcon only found in deep mines to the north, where he had journeyed once in his lifetime. The armor itself is one full arm guard that goes on Darius' defending hand's side, and a simple plate on his left side, the attacking side. The spikes coming from the defending arm guard and the attacking side shoulder are used for close-quarters combat when swords are a bit too long. Underneath the armor he wears a set of clothes inladen with plated mithril for further protection. All-in-all, Darius only adorns armor that he can have a free range of movement with, and provides enough protection he can deal with.
[Accessories]
Old Cloak: This cloak has been in Darius' possession since day one, and through those days he has modified and re-made it several times over. Right now, the latest enhancement he has on the cloak is that inside the fabric is finely-plated mithril that can protect from any sword, and is also light-weight. The fabric is a very deep blue and is ripped at the ends from all the battles Darius has ensued in it.
Urlgurthal Pendant: This pendant Darius recieved from the Drow House of Gurthel after uniting them with the Drows of House Tilduring. The pendant enhances Darius' agility and speed greatly, giving him an edge in battle like no other.
Sword Center Stones: After his long journeys, Darius emptied his travelling pack out to find the items he had stole, found, and otherwords, illegally took. He came across hilt stones that he soon attached to his blades so he could store extra souls in case he could not open a portal to the Nexus so he could have constant feed.
[Extra Details]
Darius can ascend into three forms that both empower and strengthen his body each ascension. The first form his his landly form that most see him in regularly, the fleeting Drow both handsome and graceful. He is most known in this form as Darius Darkstalker, notorious outlaw.
His second form morphs his body to where he cannot wear armor, because wings extend from his back. One white wing, and one black wing. His eyes start misting white, and do not stop for any reason. Some people have seen Darius in this form, others don't live to tell the tale.
Darius' third and most powerful form is the form that none see therefore, none can describe. Though, the legends say a bright flash of white fills the area and Darius reappears as an Avatar of the Drow. His height extends to nearly eight feet and he gains two more sets of wings, all in the same pattern. The Ultima blade, Niram'Hiru, is idled in his hand effortlessly. In this form, no one person can defeat this Drow. He is known throughout legend as the Raeylin, the Avatar of Soul.
))Name: Darius Raeylin Darkstalker
Age: 2231 moon years old, but because of his heritage, he is always mistaken for being young. As in his 20's or 30's. (Human Years = 15.5 times 2231)
Race: Ancient/Drow (An ancient is the protector of a God. Darius was picked out by the God of Balance and made a formidable fighter to guard the Nexus, an unlimited source of souls.)
Occupation: Soulforge (A Soulforge is one who can absorb souls and use them to their own advantage in any situation. In Darius' case, he can make elements, he can make weapons, he can even produce enough power to obliderate an entire army. Though, only in his final form can he commit the last bit.))
Appearance:
Now Darius simply wears his black dragon hide leggings, for his wings must not be hindered from coming out. He wields Odyssey, the sword of his Father. His white hair is lengthened, and white lines carress his body as direct portals to the Nexus, so those who touch them are sucked in. Since his reawkening, Darius' mind has sharpened beyond normal standards and his cunning is shown through his deep white eyes. He has been remembered of his old one-handed battle skills, and now also wields the great daemon blade, Darkfire, rescued from the pits of Lloth. WIth this, Darius has discorvered and unraveled his entire life to his point of being, and accepts things as they are. He is so tactful now, and he needs to win a battle is his own wits. Upon reuniting himself with his former soul, Darius is a complete Ancient.
His face is chiseled as if from black marble, and his eyes reflect as deep pools of white with no pupils present. When knowingly going into battle, Darius adorns his ancient armor that is riddled with spikes and sharp ridges for close-contact blows and defence. He wears little armor because he has regeneration and reincarnation. Regeneration is the ability of regaining lost appendages, reincarnation is the ability to come back fromt he dead to be alive once more. Therefore, you may stick a sword through Darius' head, but, he will still live. The onyl problem is the opportunity of sticking a sword in Darius' head is not very often, if at all possible.
History:
It all started with two. An affair unkind, Darius's mother died giving birth to him out in thw wilderness, the father of Darius unknown. As a babe he crawled the forests of Frostmourn, looking for food, for he was no regular baby, he was quite smart for the age of 1. He soon learned to walk, and with that, in turn learned how to hunt and feed on his own. At the age of 2, while hunting a deer, Darius was picked up by an unknown entity. Once Darius opened his eyes, he realized...it was someone like him.
THe drow scout took Darius to Tekken'tal, where he was soon presented to Argot, he overruler. Argot is a gentleman, and good-hearted drow; he was shocked to find that Darius had learned all stuff by himself in a matter of two years, which in turn led Darius to be adopted by Argot. Now prince, Darius was trained in the most elite of techniques and battle rules, his swords carving others like a jet of quicksilver.
In due time, a tragedy must be brought forth. A war was happening between house Tekken'tal and humans of unknown lineage. The humans erected a wooden fort a mile away from Tekken'tal, taking the house under siege. Darius was the commander of the Tekken'tal army, being prince, so he marched his best men out to the fort. They succeeded, but at a cost. The human's king himself came to the fort, along with an army of infantry and archers, catapults, and mages. Darius fought hhis hardest, and finally reached the king. Asking the king to have a battle between him and he, Darius was soon denied the inquiry. There, on that ground, Darius was shot by the archers of that king. He was punctured by three hundred arrows, Darius fell to the ground, his blood staining the soft white snow.
The drow army's morale went down, but they fought on, and destroyed the army by mere luck if that was the case. They went home in agony, of losing their prince. Darius. ((now I will go in first-person tense))
Darius....Darius....awaken my son.....awaken my beautiful creation.....awaken....to the light....of the gods.
A strange force echoed in my head, it was like the song of the sirens, except the hynotic part. I felt, lifted, free of responsibilty, free of everything. My eyes fluttered to behold life as I have never seen it. This place, it was full of light and effervescence. This place was not regular, it had to be holy, it had to be of the Divine. I looked forward from my laying position, and quickly got up from my downed state, and for some reason, my swords were not on me. I looked at what looked to be a floating man, light flooding from his body. He carried a golden spear, and he had wings, which were the complete antithesis of each other; one white, and one black.
The creature looked at me, and spoke, his voice killing my ears.
Hello, Darius, I have been waiting for you for quite sometime, my son. I am Desgrin, supreme god of gods, and you have stepped onto the welcome mat of the Divine world. DO you know why you are here?
I looked at the creature....er...Desgrin in misbelief. Why did he call me 'son', and I don't have an answer for his question either.
"I merely do not know, Desgrin, perhaps with your infinite knowledge, you could maybe...enlighten me of this situation?" Darius asked, his voice also a little echoey.
Heh, you always were the bright one, my son, and I will answr you as a father should. You are here, becuase of me. Do you know who your father is, Darius? I am the unknown bearer that put your mother in pregnancy, though mortals that consumate with gods die when giving birth, I am sorry. You are a god, Darius, the god of Life and Death, for now you have experienced both.
No, no, this cannot be. I cannot be a god, I have never been able to fly, and to have power? By Des...father...I have only used magic. But power would be so much of a burden. But, I cannot be of Life and Death, I have never been able to control the ancient flames that reside in Tekken'tal. The flames of Volar and Andium, white and black fire.
"How can this be Des....er...father? I cannot control the fires of Life and Death, this cannot be even possible for me to be in this realm first off!"
Desgrin looks at Darius, and grins. He held out his hands, and two swords appeared, both alike and not alike, both the same snd also the antithesis of each other.
Diasmon and Firenze have blessed you with these blades, Darius. These swords are Volar and Andium. They are the blades of Balance. Volar and Andium themselves are joined with these swords, awaiting your grasp, for once you grip these, you are forever a god amongst mortals. Volar and Andium will join with your soul, making you the bring of Grey, the Apostle of Life and Death. Will you take up your post, Darius, or will you forsake your own heritage?
I, in disbelief, look at the blades. They were made of metal I have never seen, and they glew with strange proportion. They were Divine Blades, most likely able to cut through anything. Darius sat, and thought over this for a little while. He stood up, and walked toward Desgrin, then knealed.
"I take your offer, father, I will act as your son and take my place. One question I might ask though, how am I suppose to get back on the earth realm?"
Desgrin smiled, and laughed a bit.
You will know how to, when the time comes Darius. Then with these swords, I dub you the Gray Prince, the Apostle of Life and Death, the God of Balance.
Desgrin takes the two swords, and knights Darius, who then starts glowng like Desgrin.
I took the swords form the father, and swung them around. They were light as a feather, but sharp as a...as a....nothing is sharp as these fine edges. I sheathed them, and I bowed to my father.
"You said I'd know when the time comes, and now I do, father. I will help the lands of this realm, in the name of myself, and the gods."
Darius snapped his fingers, and the real world was replaced. He got up, his body was soaked with blood, but arrows were not seen where arrow punctures shold be, quite strange. Darius turned and walked toward a lakem and saw his reflection. HIs eyes, which used to be coal black, were now quite..different. They were white, solid white, with no pupils. They emitted a little light, which was slightly strange also. He drew Volar and Andium, they were fine blades. His soul was not filled by them yet, however. He crossed the blades in an 'X', and then something hurtful, and wiered at the same time happened. THe two dragons were shot out of the swords, Volar and Andium. THe looked down at Darius, and rushed toward him like a magnet attracting iron, then once the hit Darius, they dug inside his soul like two gophers. Darius was in extreme pain, the dragons were then united with Darius's soul, and Darius lay down in the snow for awhile. He would go to Tekken'tal when his body could move again.
Weapons and Proficiency:
Darius can wield any weapon at anytime, because he is an expertly trained warrior, assassin, and all around war-goer. His preference is a long blade, however, or a scimitar. At this moment, he wields two blades that exceed god-worthy; Odyssey and Darkfire. These two blades are part of a giant wheel of eight blades that make up Niram'hiru, the Ultima weapon. Darius can only access Niram'hiru after ascending up his rank of forms from what he is now, Elghinn D'Jar, to his final form, Elghinn Yochlol. Stories have been passed along to all mortals and even immortals of Darius' proficiency in the arts of weaponry, so, most everyone has heard of him. The legend of Darius Darkstalker still stands today.
[Weapons]
Odyssey: A blade smithed and given to Darius by the God of Balance himself, Darius' father. It resembles a large scimitar that has an eternal torrent of energy flowing up its divine-sharpened blade. THe entire sword is complete white, matching Darius' complete pits of pupiless white. Odyssey can cut through the Earth realm and create a vortex to suck anything, immortal, mortal, or god, into the Nexus.
Darkfire: THe original blade of Darius, it resembles a regular longsword. However, a convex knotch in the middle of the blade face on both side presents a wave to stab a foe shallowly for a blood-letting kill. Darkfire itself entraps one million souls of ancient, dark demons that seek to get out and wreack havoc on the world once again. No-one knows, nor does Darius, how this diamond-edged blade got into a simple drow's hand. Doesn't matter now though.
[Final]
Insanity Eight - Upon reaching his final form, Darius can unleash a power both devastating and delightful. This beam fueled by all eight Drow elements rips the Earth realm past every elemental plane and makes a direct void to the Nexus, where suction rakes in anything. There are secondary all the way to qunitintary effects on everything in its aura. Paralyzation, freezing, fear, severe burning, and sometimes, instant death. Not many have survived to tell the tale of the sight of this glorious attack, and details on its effects are only limited.
[Armor Information]
Darius wears random apparrel, so, guessing his armor's strengths and weaknesses is usually at random. Though, his favored outfits are...
Black Dragon Hide:
He only wears the pants and his chest area is exposed because the armor hinders his wings. Darius usually only wears this armor when he knows aerial battles are going to ensue, or he wants fast travel. The dragon hide is super-stitched, making it even harder for a sword to penetrate through it. A belt made of twisted dragon leather holds these leggings up, and a belt buckle made of a polished obisidan stone is set in the middle for power storage.
Battle Armor:
When Darius knows he is going to be land-based, he adorns his ceremonial battle armor that is made of fine black orihalcon only found in deep mines to the north, where he had journeyed once in his lifetime. The armor itself is one full arm guard that goes on Darius' defending hand's side, and a simple plate on his left side, the attacking side. The spikes coming from the defending arm guard and the attacking side shoulder are used for close-quarters combat when swords are a bit too long. Underneath the armor he wears a set of clothes inladen with plated mithril for further protection. All-in-all, Darius only adorns armor that he can have a free range of movement with, and provides enough protection he can deal with.
[Accessories]
Old Cloak: This cloak has been in Darius' possession since day one, and through those days he has modified and re-made it several times over. Right now, the latest enhancement he has on the cloak is that inside the fabric is finely-plated mithril that can protect from any sword, and is also light-weight. The fabric is a very deep blue and is ripped at the ends from all the battles Darius has ensued in it.
Urlgurthal Pendant: This pendant Darius recieved from the Drow House of Gurthel after uniting them with the Drows of House Tilduring. The pendant enhances Darius' agility and speed greatly, giving him an edge in battle like no other.
Sword Center Stones: After his long journeys, Darius emptied his travelling pack out to find the items he had stole, found, and otherwords, illegally took. He came across hilt stones that he soon attached to his blades so he could store extra souls in case he could not open a portal to the Nexus so he could have constant feed.
[Extra Details]
Darius can ascend into three forms that both empower and strengthen his body each ascension. The first form his his landly form that most see him in regularly, the fleeting Drow both handsome and graceful. He is most known in this form as Darius Darkstalker, notorious outlaw.
His second form morphs his body to where he cannot wear armor, because wings extend from his back. One white wing, and one black wing. His eyes start misting white, and do not stop for any reason. Some people have seen Darius in this form, others don't live to tell the tale.
Darius' third and most powerful form is the form that none see therefore, none can describe. Though, the legends say a bright flash of white fills the area and Darius reappears as an Avatar of the Drow. His height extends to nearly eight feet and he gains two more sets of wings, all in the same pattern. The Ultima blade, Niram'Hiru, is idled in his hand effortlessly. In this form, no one person can defeat this Drow. He is known throughout legend as the Raeylin, the Avatar of Soul.
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