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| Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 8:06 pm Post subject: Dakon's Bio |
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Name: Dakon
Nickname: N/A
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 192
Skin Color/Appearance:Here
Personality: Often quiet, Dakon has a deep sense of honor that permeates everything about his life. He has a fierce fighting spirit, able to drive his body beyond human limits through pure will. When not fighting, he is often found at the forge or on the cliffs looking over the valley. And while he lives his life by a code of honor, it does not blind him from every day life. He is a gentleman and respectful to those who deserve it. And to those who cross the line, he is justice without mercy.
Abilities/Talents: He has trained from the age of 6 in the art of the sword, and has nearly perfected his fighting style. He also has surprising talent in art, able to paint nearly everything that his imagination can come up with. He is also extremely adept at unarmed combat, able to blend it in with his sword fighting. He is also a master weapon and armor smith, able to create almost anything. Along these same lines, he has an almost mystic connection with metal, able to bend it to any shape in the forge, not matter how difficult. He can also ascertain any weaknesses or imperfections of a piece simply with a touch.
Weaknesses:Due to his past, he has a deep and unrelenting hatred of wilder dragons, and will fight them without question or hesitation. He also sensitive to questions about his past, preferring his privacy, perhaps due to a past shame.
Father's Name: None, exiled from family
Mother's Name: None, exiled from family
History: Dakon was born in a town near Jasra Warren, and was immediately marked with the Guild of Swords tattoo, as is done to all those born into the guild. His father was a senior blademaster at the time of his birth, and he instilled all he knew about the art of the sword and Sirado and Sirado'ka into his son. Because of his father's tutoring, Dakon excelled much faster then the other apprentices once he began official training. By the time he was 16 he had attained the rank of Blademaster, and his father sat on the Council of Blades, who ruled the Guild of Swords.
Then one day in his 17th year, the wild dragons attacked. They flew far into the boundaries of Jasra Warren, hitting the city before the Warren could mount a defense. Dozens were killed or carried off, his father included. Full of impotent rage at not being able to stop the dragons, Dakon disobeyed a direct order and chased after the dragons as they flew back to their homes.
For two weeks he galloped his horse, killing it from exhaustion late in the second week. On foot he continued his quest, climbing high into the mountains where wild dragon's lairs were said to be hidden. He soon found sings of the dragons, broken bones of their prey, claw and scorch marks on the rocks, as broken scales everywhere.
By pure luck he came upon the dragon that had carried his father off. Pulling out his bow, he had sneaked up to the dragon's lair, where he found the remains of his father. A battered and bloody breastplate was all that remained, and Dakon snapped. As the dragon rushed him, he calmly shot the dragon in it's throat as it opened it's mouth to unleash it's breath on him.
The arrow pierced the back of the dragon's throat, gagging it and sending a shock through it's body. Dakon used this instance of hesitation to draw his sword and charge, heedless of the oath he had broken to not kill a creature without provocation. He had gone looking for the wilder's, knowing full well it was him or them, and he hadn't cared. All that mattered was gaining the revenge for his father's death.
A month later he returned to the city, his armor broken and legs tired from the long walk from the mountains, but victorious in his quest. He was met at the gates by the Council of Swords and a squadron of blademasters, who seized him. They stripped him of all regalia of the guild; his armor and sword. The final banishment was the branding of an X over his guild tattoo, marking him forever as a exiled blademaster.
Shunned by the people of the city, exiled from his guild and banished from his family, Dakon turned to the role of caravan guard, carrying life and new name; Dakon Dragonslayer. Though word of his banishment had forever denied him the entrance to his home, so had word of his deed, and he became a legend over night.
The sight of his city, forever denied to him, was more then he would bear, so he found the next caravan bound for the 3 month journey to Xylain Warren and didn't look back.
For the next 2 years he was a mercenary, slowly making his way farther east with each job. One particularly long job took him all the way to Ismene Warren, the capital Warren for the lands. He decided to rest there for a week between jobs, enjoying the numerous people and getting a chance to buy new swords. He had refused to make new swords in the style of the Guild, instead buying cheap long swords that needed replacement often.
The arrival of several caravans and people to the Warren was apparently too much for the denizens of the Waste's to ignore, for two days later the Wraith's descended. People crammed into the hatching caverns, aware of the safety of hiding behind the queen dragon as she defended her latest clutch while her rider commanded from the ground next to her.
Dakon could not help but admire the iron determination of the woman, who appeared to be the same age as him. The dragon's seemed to be holding back the massive cloud of wraiths, but several managed to slip past the wall and descend on the warren like a tornado. Two came straight for the Queen, attracted by the chance of a fresh kill. At the same time one of the eggs in the hatching cavern to began to hatch, and suddenly the situation became that much more dire. To fly up and engage the approaching wraith's would mean leaving the newly hatching dragon open to attacks from several other wraith's in the area.
Dakon reacted without thought, grabbing his bag of jug's full of a chemical called alchemist's fire and running to stand by her side. Ignoring the growl from the queen and command from the warren lady, he began tossing the jugs as hard as he could. The first landed directly beneath one wraith, sending a sheet of fire directly into it. The wraith died with a flash of light and rain of ash, but the other was not nearly so easy.
Dodging each jug, the wraith had sped up it's attack, almost as if it sensed that Dakon was down to his last jug. Seconds away before the Queen would have to attack, Dakon came up with an idea. He began walking towards the wraith, once ignoring the commands from the Queen and warrenlady.
He poured the entire contents of the jug onto his sword, creating a razor sharp firebrand. Heedless of the danger, Dakon charged directly at the wraith. Attacking, he moved so fast the sword was a scarlet blur, keeping the wraith at bay. Then with a scream and lighting fast slash, Dakon had cut the wraith in half, igniting the cloud.
The grey cloud had gone off with a bang, sending him flying heads over heels back to stop at the feet of the Queen. They were no longer glaring at him, instead staring at the tiny dragon that still glistened with egg fluid. A crowd of people had followed the hatchling out of the cave just in time to witness the end of Dakon's battle.
From then Dakon and Koth were inseparable, a team and fearless in their task to defend Ismene Warren and the Queen and Warrenlady.
Dragon Bio:
Dragon Name: Thraekothar
Dragon Nickname: Koth
Age: 6
Gender: Male
Appearance: Here
Eye Color: Blue-Green
Personality: Koth has a similar honor system as Dakon, though not quite so encompassing. He has also learned a style of flying that mirrors the fighting style of his rider, rolling and dipping to broadside their opponent. He also has his quiet side, more then willing to simply sit and enjoy the peace or the presence of another dragon. His one weakness is his unflinching loyalty to the dragons at Ismene. At the sight of one getting injured by wilders or wraiths, he goes berserk and tears into the enemy with fearless abandon.
Anything Special About Your Dragon? Abilities/Talents?: Instead of fire, Koth's breath sacs generate a super charged fluid that, if fired, can erupt as a bolt of lightning or be spewed out as a blue tinted cloud of highly energized gas, electrifying and often incinerating anything that touches the cloud. |
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