Post by ±Witchcraft± on Feb 10, 2007 0:43:09 GMT -5
Name-Durriken Posterus Petulengro
Age-19
Date of Birth-November 1
Homelands-Always moving around but knows the area of France well
Race- Human (Gypsy)
Class- Seer
Final-
Card XIII
Card XIII of his Tarot Deck, Death, will instantly kill a single person or creature. When cast a grim reaper will appear behind the person and raise his rusty scythe quickly and cleanly killing him and taking his soul. This can not be done with Durriken’s control. It will only be done when the cards truly feel like they are about to be destroyed.
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{Weapon information}
Tarot Deck
A deck of tarot cards 78 in number. Each card has an image relating to its name. They are drawn in the Marseille‘s Style of Tarot.
These aren’t much of a weapon though they do aid him seeing the future without shifting his entire mind to the other plain.
{Armour Information}
Gypsy Cloths
Light silk cloth that offers small protection against the elements. These cloths consist of a vest and a pair of pants that tie at his ankles and waists.
None
{Accessory Information}
Bandana
A long piece of plain fabric that ties around his head to keep his hair back. He has many of these in many different colors and styles
Nothing in particular
{Physical Description}
Durriken has medium length black hair and piecing green eyes. He is 6’2” in height and of average weight. He skin is deeply tanned from being outside and he has a small beard on his chin. Around his head he wears a long piece of fabric that goes around his head and dangles down to his mid back. He wears light pants and vests, normally decorated with small common gems that reflect the light. He also does not wear any shoes and walks everywhere barefoot.
He always wears large hoop earrings in the lobes of his ears with smaller ones further up. He has a total of four rings in each ear. He also has a small silver stud in his bottom lip. His body is also slender like that of a cat. This is because of his time living on the streets. His fingers are also long and slender like that of a piano player though his finger nails could almost always go for a trim.
Personality
Durriken is a very private and reserved person. He doesn’t like the company of people he doesn’t know and does not make friends well. This is because of his past on the streets that made him very paranoid. He is also very strange in his thinking. The place he goes to see the future warps his mind slightly as well as the easy knowledge of some future events. Most of the fun is now taken out of his life. Christmas almost here? He already knows what he is getting. This with the strain of losing both parents make him a bundle of nerves and possibly several mental diseases making him very hard to figure out.
{Background}
Durriken grew up a very ordinary life to him but very strange to most people who looked in. He was born to Drina and Luca, two very happy gypsies. His father worked as a traveling blacksmith while his mother would tell fortunes at the towns they visited.
They like many gypsies though not in France, traveled constantly and loved it. They lived out of a wooden wagon kept at a vivid coat of red paint. This was their home and this was their way around France. Because of their odd nature and Luca’s work, they tried to remain within rural areas of France though they did at times have to travel through or stop at large cities such as Lyon and Paris.
When they had to stop at these large cities it was like a holiday for Durriken. He and his mother would visit all the brightly-lit shops and look in at the windows. Sometimes, Drina would even take a few items if they were something that they needed. This was normally food or candies with sometimes some cloth. They didn’t see it as stealing since their forgotten culture had no real words for ownership. Things like this though would normally be the cause of them being run out of town and, it was the cause of Luca’s death.
When Durriken was only six, Luca entered a village with a long memory. They unknowingly returned to the village while the villagers did not forget them. It seems, unknown to Drina, Luca had his way with some of the cuter women of the village including the wife of the mayor. When he returned he was brutally beat and left for dead. As soon as it happened a foul wind blew and a crow flew nearly into Drina and Durriken’s fire. With that bad open, Drina hitched the horses to the wagon and left with Durriken just fast enough to dodge their own possible death.
After that moment, Durriken’s heart hardened considerably. His mother was never the same either, never smiling as often as she used to and never really able to look Durriken in the eye anymore. It was like she saw her late husband in her son and couldn’t stand the sight. Soon, event the bond between mother and child began to degrade.
The pair still managed to make ends meet though, though it tended to involve more stealing on Drina’s and later Durriken’s part and the flawless red paint on the wagon soon became old and began to flake. Within the spirit of the father, they barely had the strength to go on.
A few years later though they were discovered once again stealing in a town. The town, full of many drunkards, decided to try and torch the tent Durriken’s mother was telling fortunes in. She could not get away and died within. The mob also burnt their campsite leaving Durriken nothing of his own. Searching through the ashes of his home though, he found two things, a pair of golden hoop earrings his mother used to wear and her tarot deck. The deck confused him since it should have easily burned.
Durriken would have been there in the tent with his mother but right before, he got a splitting headache and asked to go get a drink. When he was drinking from a well he got a flash of his camp on fire. He wasn’t sure how but it was like he was removed from time and was just staring. There was no past, no future, just now. It was like reading a comic strip.
Suddenly, as he stood there staring at the cards, they began to move and slowly, the card The Tower rose from the deck. Durriken stared at it amazed knowing the meaning. The Tower represented near complete destruction, but from that another, better, path soon showed itself. It represented the needed destruction before something better could start.
The next day, after hiding in the woods from the mob, Durriken stumbled upon a letter addressed to him. He opened it in the private of a tree and found that somehow, it was really meant for him. Reading it he found that they have asked him to join a school for gifted students. He wasn’t really sure how he was gifted but he decided to go anyway.
At Twilight Moon Academy he discovered he was a seer, a select few who could penetrate the plains of existence and send his mind to a timeless space where he could easily see the future. At first he could see very little and what he saw was hazy, but soon his mind got stronger and he could call upon his sights at will and even gained some psychic abilities.
Through all of this though he kept his tarot cards with him. He learned that they could help him greatly since they always told the future truthfully...at that point. So the further ahead he looked the more inaccurate it got. They still helped him by letting him get a small glimpse of the future without straining his mind.
Additional Information
Character's Flaws
He can be a bit egotistic and smug from knowing so much from his cards. He is also very paranoid from living on the streets.
Character's Likes
Quiet, solitude. Just being alone with his tarot cards.
Character's Dislikes
Being in large groups of people
Character's Fears
Loosing his tarot cards and being in places where he can’t get away
Picture
Age-19
Date of Birth-November 1
Homelands-Always moving around but knows the area of France well
Race- Human (Gypsy)
Class- Seer
Final-
Card XIII
Card XIII of his Tarot Deck, Death, will instantly kill a single person or creature. When cast a grim reaper will appear behind the person and raise his rusty scythe quickly and cleanly killing him and taking his soul. This can not be done with Durriken’s control. It will only be done when the cards truly feel like they are about to be destroyed.
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{Weapon information}
Tarot Deck
A deck of tarot cards 78 in number. Each card has an image relating to its name. They are drawn in the Marseille‘s Style of Tarot.
These aren’t much of a weapon though they do aid him seeing the future without shifting his entire mind to the other plain.
{Armour Information}
Gypsy Cloths
Light silk cloth that offers small protection against the elements. These cloths consist of a vest and a pair of pants that tie at his ankles and waists.
None
{Accessory Information}
Bandana
A long piece of plain fabric that ties around his head to keep his hair back. He has many of these in many different colors and styles
Nothing in particular
{Physical Description}
Durriken has medium length black hair and piecing green eyes. He is 6’2” in height and of average weight. He skin is deeply tanned from being outside and he has a small beard on his chin. Around his head he wears a long piece of fabric that goes around his head and dangles down to his mid back. He wears light pants and vests, normally decorated with small common gems that reflect the light. He also does not wear any shoes and walks everywhere barefoot.
He always wears large hoop earrings in the lobes of his ears with smaller ones further up. He has a total of four rings in each ear. He also has a small silver stud in his bottom lip. His body is also slender like that of a cat. This is because of his time living on the streets. His fingers are also long and slender like that of a piano player though his finger nails could almost always go for a trim.
Personality
Durriken is a very private and reserved person. He doesn’t like the company of people he doesn’t know and does not make friends well. This is because of his past on the streets that made him very paranoid. He is also very strange in his thinking. The place he goes to see the future warps his mind slightly as well as the easy knowledge of some future events. Most of the fun is now taken out of his life. Christmas almost here? He already knows what he is getting. This with the strain of losing both parents make him a bundle of nerves and possibly several mental diseases making him very hard to figure out.
{Background}
Durriken grew up a very ordinary life to him but very strange to most people who looked in. He was born to Drina and Luca, two very happy gypsies. His father worked as a traveling blacksmith while his mother would tell fortunes at the towns they visited.
They like many gypsies though not in France, traveled constantly and loved it. They lived out of a wooden wagon kept at a vivid coat of red paint. This was their home and this was their way around France. Because of their odd nature and Luca’s work, they tried to remain within rural areas of France though they did at times have to travel through or stop at large cities such as Lyon and Paris.
When they had to stop at these large cities it was like a holiday for Durriken. He and his mother would visit all the brightly-lit shops and look in at the windows. Sometimes, Drina would even take a few items if they were something that they needed. This was normally food or candies with sometimes some cloth. They didn’t see it as stealing since their forgotten culture had no real words for ownership. Things like this though would normally be the cause of them being run out of town and, it was the cause of Luca’s death.
When Durriken was only six, Luca entered a village with a long memory. They unknowingly returned to the village while the villagers did not forget them. It seems, unknown to Drina, Luca had his way with some of the cuter women of the village including the wife of the mayor. When he returned he was brutally beat and left for dead. As soon as it happened a foul wind blew and a crow flew nearly into Drina and Durriken’s fire. With that bad open, Drina hitched the horses to the wagon and left with Durriken just fast enough to dodge their own possible death.
After that moment, Durriken’s heart hardened considerably. His mother was never the same either, never smiling as often as she used to and never really able to look Durriken in the eye anymore. It was like she saw her late husband in her son and couldn’t stand the sight. Soon, event the bond between mother and child began to degrade.
The pair still managed to make ends meet though, though it tended to involve more stealing on Drina’s and later Durriken’s part and the flawless red paint on the wagon soon became old and began to flake. Within the spirit of the father, they barely had the strength to go on.
A few years later though they were discovered once again stealing in a town. The town, full of many drunkards, decided to try and torch the tent Durriken’s mother was telling fortunes in. She could not get away and died within. The mob also burnt their campsite leaving Durriken nothing of his own. Searching through the ashes of his home though, he found two things, a pair of golden hoop earrings his mother used to wear and her tarot deck. The deck confused him since it should have easily burned.
Durriken would have been there in the tent with his mother but right before, he got a splitting headache and asked to go get a drink. When he was drinking from a well he got a flash of his camp on fire. He wasn’t sure how but it was like he was removed from time and was just staring. There was no past, no future, just now. It was like reading a comic strip.
Suddenly, as he stood there staring at the cards, they began to move and slowly, the card The Tower rose from the deck. Durriken stared at it amazed knowing the meaning. The Tower represented near complete destruction, but from that another, better, path soon showed itself. It represented the needed destruction before something better could start.
The next day, after hiding in the woods from the mob, Durriken stumbled upon a letter addressed to him. He opened it in the private of a tree and found that somehow, it was really meant for him. Reading it he found that they have asked him to join a school for gifted students. He wasn’t really sure how he was gifted but he decided to go anyway.
At Twilight Moon Academy he discovered he was a seer, a select few who could penetrate the plains of existence and send his mind to a timeless space where he could easily see the future. At first he could see very little and what he saw was hazy, but soon his mind got stronger and he could call upon his sights at will and even gained some psychic abilities.
Through all of this though he kept his tarot cards with him. He learned that they could help him greatly since they always told the future truthfully...at that point. So the further ahead he looked the more inaccurate it got. They still helped him by letting him get a small glimpse of the future without straining his mind.
Additional Information
Character's Flaws
He can be a bit egotistic and smug from knowing so much from his cards. He is also very paranoid from living on the streets.
Character's Likes
Quiet, solitude. Just being alone with his tarot cards.
Character's Dislikes
Being in large groups of people
Character's Fears
Loosing his tarot cards and being in places where he can’t get away
Picture
