Post by Deuze on Jan 19, 2006 9:06:10 GMT -5
Name: "Deuze"
Race: Draconian (Ice-Dragon Clan)
Place of Origin: Unknown
Alignment: Chaotic neutral
Name of Clan: Demon Guardians
Special Weapons: None
Special Abilities:
Dragon Rage: His breathing becomes heavy, his chest tightens. His motions become like fluid and his strength knows near infinite bounds though it only last for a few seconds and leaves him in a state of complete fatigue.
Koori No Yaiba: A warrior ability in which he has perfected. His breath based attacks are not as effective as they should be.
In Order to compensate, He covers his sword with an icy blast, then strikes his opponent. No matter which direction they go, An icy blast is sure to follow. This does not comply with teleportation.
Dragon: His strength is at an unnatural level, Along with his speed and constitution. However, His ability to communicate on a standard level isn't as well. He normally remains out of active conversations and any place known to be social.
Sword Dance : Using his long shafted sword like a spear, He is able to strike many times with the tip of the sword. Using his natural strength and certain flexibility, He is able to manipulate where the sword will strike next, However, A full swing could cause a gap between recovery and defense.
Special Weakness:
Dragon Rage: See description
Like a dragon, his body is fortified with thick scales, though like a dragon he has a breathing scale at his
throat that would be used when attempting to use a breath attack. A piercing direct hit could kill.
Languages spoken: Common, Draconian and some under-common
Normal Items: S.T.B : A large sword lined in certain area's with silver. Useful against vammpiric types and some Lycanthropes.
This one however is much larger and heavier then the standard type. This is because the blade was meant to represent a Zanbatou. Though this design is generally unbalanced for some, He has grown accustomed to it.
Lost Item:
Orchid Katana: A katana in which he used to slay a barbarian leader long ago
Magical Items:
?: A strange crystal in which he always carries with him in a small leather pouch. From time to time he will gaze into its beauty while scratching it softly with his talon. It seems that there is something in it that brings him happiness.
Magical Weapons: Breath based, short range attacks
Cantrip spells: None
Spells for the day: None
Spell book (s): None
Spell Components: Oxygen and Carbon Monoxide
Appearance: Deuze is a tall man, coming in around a height of 6'7. His body type is that of a hardened and devoted warrior with years of devotion to perfecting the body. His skin is of a dark blue color, the same as his draconian brethren.His eyes seem to hold no host to pupil's, but they are in-fact hidden along the color of his red eyes. No armor an be seen on his body as he refuses to wear it. He wears a loose fitting leather jacket which has a small pouch sewn into the side. In his younger years, He drew the mark of a Koori warrior upon his body. To this day,the dark red blood remains, dying the color of his scales.
History:
Deuze has been an orphan since he could remember. Walking from town to town, His small tail swaying behind him as he walked the torn streets. No matter where he went, A constant trail of saliva would always make its way to his face. After a while, He was used to it. He found a monastery outside of a walled town. Inside he met the man whom would change his life. The priest who had worked there was well known for his kind-heartedness and for untold healing powers. Though he had great strength of mind and will, He had no sight. Deuze learned of this shortly after but wished to ignore that. He was happy with the minister who treated him like a son. Years came and passed and he evolved into a young man. One day however, the village and the monastery were both ransacked. The great sage had promised the barbarians who entered that in exchange for his life, they would not hurt the boy. They agreed and delivered a swift, but everlasting blow to his head with a war-hammer. His eyes widened, then rolled back into his head as he collapsed upon the floor. Deuze, Now in a furious rage, tried to tackle of them, but to no avail. In order to teach him a lesson or so they said, they pinned him against the floor, exited that they were no about to take something from him he would never forget. He squirmed and squirmed,but to no avail. His blood curdling scream came soon after as with two swift slashes, the wings on his back that were just starting to develop were sliced off. He passed out in the pain. Hours later he awoke in the destroyed monastery, laying in a pool of his own blood. He rose to his knee's, then removed his tattered robe. He dipped his index and middle finger into the blood and traced a symbol that the minister had shown him, the symbol of a Koori Warrior. At first, His blood with trace amounts of acid burned. He clenched his fist and arose to his feet. He walked out of the monastery and into town where he picked up whatever he could and made his way to the city vaults where rumored that there were two powerful blades that resided there. With a smile on his face, he opened the door and walked past the dead vault keepers and guards. A few limbs were scattered around here but it did not phase him.He destroyed the last lock that remained on the vault door. He opened it with a smile and to his surprise, small mound of marks lay on the ground along with small stockpiles of gems of every nature. IT was a beautiful sight but not what he wanted. He made his way to the back were a sheathed katana and a Large, cloth wrapped sword lay.He grasped the katana in his left hand while swinging the large sword over his right shoulder.Months and years passed as he learned to live once more on his own. Everyday a new challenge and everyday the katana dulled. It was not until ten years later that he learned the location of the barbarian who killed his only family. With a smile coming to him and his hand almost breaking the hilt of the sword, he made his way to the encampment. To his uprise there was no resistance. He looked around with a questionable look before heading to what he believed was the leaders tent. As soon as he opened the leather skin door though, An arrow flew through the air, Skimming close to his neck. He readied the large sword which he always used as a shield while he withdrew the katana in his left hand. Another arrow flew toward him but this time he ducked down, Letting the arrow ricochet off of the sword. He lept forward from his crouched position at the man, His katana raised for a kill quick strike. the katana connected and pierced through the mans right lung, However, The man brought his own sword down into deuze's back. Seconds later, The man dies from loss of oxygen. Slowly, Painfully, Just like he had wanted him to go. He removed the mans sword from his back, then left the tent. A smile in his mind as blood trickled down the wound in his back. Today, he is a fighter for hire, More of a suicide fighter for hire. His missions he is hired for would be sure to be completed with near perfect efficiency.
Race: Draconian (Ice-Dragon Clan)
Place of Origin: Unknown
Alignment: Chaotic neutral
Name of Clan: Demon Guardians
Special Weapons: None
Special Abilities:
Dragon Rage: His breathing becomes heavy, his chest tightens. His motions become like fluid and his strength knows near infinite bounds though it only last for a few seconds and leaves him in a state of complete fatigue.
Koori No Yaiba: A warrior ability in which he has perfected. His breath based attacks are not as effective as they should be.
In Order to compensate, He covers his sword with an icy blast, then strikes his opponent. No matter which direction they go, An icy blast is sure to follow. This does not comply with teleportation.
Dragon: His strength is at an unnatural level, Along with his speed and constitution. However, His ability to communicate on a standard level isn't as well. He normally remains out of active conversations and any place known to be social.
Sword Dance : Using his long shafted sword like a spear, He is able to strike many times with the tip of the sword. Using his natural strength and certain flexibility, He is able to manipulate where the sword will strike next, However, A full swing could cause a gap between recovery and defense.
Special Weakness:
Dragon Rage: See description
Like a dragon, his body is fortified with thick scales, though like a dragon he has a breathing scale at his
throat that would be used when attempting to use a breath attack. A piercing direct hit could kill.
Languages spoken: Common, Draconian and some under-common
Normal Items: S.T.B : A large sword lined in certain area's with silver. Useful against vammpiric types and some Lycanthropes.
This one however is much larger and heavier then the standard type. This is because the blade was meant to represent a Zanbatou. Though this design is generally unbalanced for some, He has grown accustomed to it.
Lost Item:
Orchid Katana: A katana in which he used to slay a barbarian leader long ago
Magical Items:
?: A strange crystal in which he always carries with him in a small leather pouch. From time to time he will gaze into its beauty while scratching it softly with his talon. It seems that there is something in it that brings him happiness.
Magical Weapons: Breath based, short range attacks
Cantrip spells: None
Spells for the day: None
Spell book (s): None
Spell Components: Oxygen and Carbon Monoxide
Appearance: Deuze is a tall man, coming in around a height of 6'7. His body type is that of a hardened and devoted warrior with years of devotion to perfecting the body. His skin is of a dark blue color, the same as his draconian brethren.His eyes seem to hold no host to pupil's, but they are in-fact hidden along the color of his red eyes. No armor an be seen on his body as he refuses to wear it. He wears a loose fitting leather jacket which has a small pouch sewn into the side. In his younger years, He drew the mark of a Koori warrior upon his body. To this day,the dark red blood remains, dying the color of his scales.
History:
Deuze has been an orphan since he could remember. Walking from town to town, His small tail swaying behind him as he walked the torn streets. No matter where he went, A constant trail of saliva would always make its way to his face. After a while, He was used to it. He found a monastery outside of a walled town. Inside he met the man whom would change his life. The priest who had worked there was well known for his kind-heartedness and for untold healing powers. Though he had great strength of mind and will, He had no sight. Deuze learned of this shortly after but wished to ignore that. He was happy with the minister who treated him like a son. Years came and passed and he evolved into a young man. One day however, the village and the monastery were both ransacked. The great sage had promised the barbarians who entered that in exchange for his life, they would not hurt the boy. They agreed and delivered a swift, but everlasting blow to his head with a war-hammer. His eyes widened, then rolled back into his head as he collapsed upon the floor. Deuze, Now in a furious rage, tried to tackle of them, but to no avail. In order to teach him a lesson or so they said, they pinned him against the floor, exited that they were no about to take something from him he would never forget. He squirmed and squirmed,but to no avail. His blood curdling scream came soon after as with two swift slashes, the wings on his back that were just starting to develop were sliced off. He passed out in the pain. Hours later he awoke in the destroyed monastery, laying in a pool of his own blood. He rose to his knee's, then removed his tattered robe. He dipped his index and middle finger into the blood and traced a symbol that the minister had shown him, the symbol of a Koori Warrior. At first, His blood with trace amounts of acid burned. He clenched his fist and arose to his feet. He walked out of the monastery and into town where he picked up whatever he could and made his way to the city vaults where rumored that there were two powerful blades that resided there. With a smile on his face, he opened the door and walked past the dead vault keepers and guards. A few limbs were scattered around here but it did not phase him.He destroyed the last lock that remained on the vault door. He opened it with a smile and to his surprise, small mound of marks lay on the ground along with small stockpiles of gems of every nature. IT was a beautiful sight but not what he wanted. He made his way to the back were a sheathed katana and a Large, cloth wrapped sword lay.He grasped the katana in his left hand while swinging the large sword over his right shoulder.Months and years passed as he learned to live once more on his own. Everyday a new challenge and everyday the katana dulled. It was not until ten years later that he learned the location of the barbarian who killed his only family. With a smile coming to him and his hand almost breaking the hilt of the sword, he made his way to the encampment. To his uprise there was no resistance. He looked around with a questionable look before heading to what he believed was the leaders tent. As soon as he opened the leather skin door though, An arrow flew through the air, Skimming close to his neck. He readied the large sword which he always used as a shield while he withdrew the katana in his left hand. Another arrow flew toward him but this time he ducked down, Letting the arrow ricochet off of the sword. He lept forward from his crouched position at the man, His katana raised for a kill quick strike. the katana connected and pierced through the mans right lung, However, The man brought his own sword down into deuze's back. Seconds later, The man dies from loss of oxygen. Slowly, Painfully, Just like he had wanted him to go. He removed the mans sword from his back, then left the tent. A smile in his mind as blood trickled down the wound in his back. Today, he is a fighter for hire, More of a suicide fighter for hire. His missions he is hired for would be sure to be completed with near perfect efficiency.
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