by Constantine » Mon Dec 26, 2005 2:08 am
Im bored, and i cant sleep. So, im doing this now, instead of saying oh ill do it later, but never doing it. The goal hes trying to accomplish, is the one i am going to try at Rag..Nothin gainst the romans, but its to get more into the sport, and be my character ^_^
Name: Drago Darkheart
Alignment: Chaotic Nuetral, Chaotic Evil
Race: Werewolf/shapeshifter
Weapons of choice: Tower shield, and his specially crafted Broadsword. If not that, then that broadsword, and a half scimitar, half-gladius. A giant hammer, also.
Unit-Outsiders
Story- He had a normal life, and grew up in a family of merchants. He learned to be a merchant, at the age of 8, and learned about what he was, and the life ahead. At the age of nine, a Roman dressed vessel, raided their ship, and killed everyone. Including his parents, and they thought they killed him. Floating on a part of a ruined ship, he carried the will to live to get revenge. Anger, and hatred burned in his heart, as he would never forget that face of the order barking leader. He landed on a small island, where he was taken care of until the age of sixteen. Over the years, he learned how to master changing in and out of his werewolf form, only reason is, a werewolf lived in that town as well. Infact, that was the person who helped him. The thing he loved the most, about his new found home, the lore. The stories he heard. Especially, the ones of barbaric warriors, eating their fallen enemies, to gain their power, and soul. This intrueged him...rather too much.
One day, while out on a hunt, something told him to seek further into these stories he had heard. When the rest of the group was setting up camp, he went off. Then, he changed into his werewolf form, raided the camp. He killed, and ate his party members. He felt stronger, faster, and more able to do more superhuman abilities, as well as his sense of smell. There was a price, though...the souls of his dead party members haunted him. He did take their souls, and they wouldnt be put to rest until he was dead...This temporarily drove Drago to insanity. They wouldnt go away, and always made him want to kill himself. When he returned, he made up a phony story that orcs ambushed them, and took him prisoner, until he was able to escape. But now, the more creative, evil side in him, told the elders where the camp was. They sent out another team...as well as him, since he was the only person who knew 'the way'. Again, he went with the same plan...and its not that he wanted to, but he had to. He felt so hungry, but normal food didnt satisfy. This time, he didnt return to the town...he just left.
From then, until he was about 35, he spent his time, waiting when he could get back at the Romans. He met a group of warriors, known as the Outsiders. They helped him tame his savage lust for eating his dead enemies, and for that, he owes them his sanity. He hated them, and whenever he killed one, he ate the body. To him, every dead Roman was less of a burden on the world. then one day, a woman grabbed his attention. He didnt know what it was, this odd feeling. All the other women, he didnt care about. Just another way to help the night go by. This silver haired woman, was something he couldnt let go. And over time, he, and the woman, whos name was Kaerth, got closer. He learned her peoples ways, culture, and even language. Those of the Dothraki, an assassin-type people from the Mid East. She was even the one, who made him both the swords he wields to this day. Unfortunately, he had to leave Kaerth, to complete his long life quest...which he is still currently trying to accomplish. He promised, once that was done, he would return to marry her.
Big Bear
Got a revolution behind my eyes
Member of House HellHammer
Crushing hands, one swing at a time.