Post by Draven Zikaul on Jan 26, 2010 21:55:40 GMT -5
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Draven Honlae Zikaul
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Identity Chart
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†Name: draven Honlae Zikaul
†Age:87
†Appearance Age:26
†Race: alyied, dunmer, vampire
† Sexual Orientation:straight [may seem gay at times, but is not]
†Gender: male
†Birth Sign:lover
†Hair Color:very dark blue
†Eye Color: red
†Height:6'3
†Weight: 187
†Skin Tone: light blue
†Appearance: draven is a very good looking man, and is known as a ladies man. he is a fairly tall man.he is not buff nor does he look too strong, but he is very capable. he rarely wears a shirt, only when he is needed to does he wear one.
in an alchemy accident, there was an explosion and in it his arms blackened from the start of his hand, to the start of his shoulder-muscle. he has long, straight hair which he keeps clean as best as he possibly can. he has a deep scar across his nose, because of an incident in his early childhood.
draven has a tattoo on his left shoulder coming down to his elbow. it blends in perfectly with the black of his arm, and you cannot see the rest of it. he has a slim build, and long finger-nails. he has a very nice, soft face. he wears soft leather boots when traveling, and fancy shoes when in a town, or city. he mainly wears burgundy linens when in a town, and leather leggings when traveling. he has an enchanted amulet that he always has either around his neck, or with him. whether it be in his pocket, in/on his hand(s), or around his ankle.
†Guild: mages guild: apprentice, trying to find the dark brotherhood. (he has killed before^^)
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Taste
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†Likes:
- girls
-alchemy
-money
-training his bow skills
-ancient artifacts
-death
†Dislikes:
-being challenged
-being turned down
-fighting with blunt weapons
-gay men
-beggars
-nords
†Fears:
-being gay himself
-people physically threatening
-not being able to die
†Nervous Habits:
-looks at his nails a lot
-taps his left foot
-blinks less
-moves his head a lot
-uses a lot of hand gestures
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For The Record
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†Personality:
draven is a very selfish man. he only keeps his word with a select few people, and does almost anything to get what he wants. draven is a big flirt with ladies, even if he husband/wife is right there with them. he is not very kind to males on the other foot, and he does not like children. he is very god at first impressions, staying as kind as possible for the people he might want to become allies with, but is very hard, and mean to the people he does not need to befriend. his face always looks like one of a good-hear-ted person, and can fool you easily, but he obviously is not. he is almost always smiling, even when insulting people. the only one thing that he truly cares about in life is the amulet his mother gave him before she was brutally murdered. he is a man that does not fear death. he embraces it, but at the same time does not particularly want to die. if you ever threatened him of his life, he would not even flinch.
†Weapon(s): an enchanted elven short-sword known as sourswine. enchantments;#1 feather: 14 points. it is truly a strange feather enchantment, for it doesn't help your body, or your lifting weight, it just makes the blade almost weightless. it is like a self-effect on the blade. it makes it very easy to carry, and is very swift through the air. #2 weakness to frost 40%. i think that one explains itself.#3 frost damage 5 dmg per 1 second for 20 seconds. one hit from the blade and the weakness to frost hits, as well as the frost damage. the second hit the frost damage does much more than the original hit. it has writing engraved onto its blade that says 'sourswine' in the alyied scripture
lowly enchanted elven bow which he calls Loures. it has an absorb fatigue attribute to it, but it is not very strong. he has also dipped the edges of the bow in his own poison, so if he has not enough time to pull out his sourswine he can stab s/he with the side of it, and injure, or just to make enough time to pull out his sourswine. the poison does 1 dmg per second, and doesn't stop until you rest, or stay very still for about half an hour it goes through your veins and dissolves itself when you have ceased to move as much. he also dip's all of his elven arrows in his own poison. (he is very fond of poison ^^) this poison is quite the opposite of the poison for his bow. it is more powerful, 4dmg per 1second, and if you move around a lot, the poison will not be able to settle into you, and it has no effect. so as long as you keep moving around a lot, the poison will have no effect, if you keep moving for 15-20 mins the poison will dissolve, and no-longer be in your body. but if you stop moving around so much, the poison will settle into you and it is very much harder to get out. the effect wears down over time.
he also has a lightning staff, but only uses it when he is out of choices. 20 dmg. (sorry if those are kinda overpowered, if it is tell me and ill tone it down a bit)
†Power/s:
alchemy: 87
acrobatics: 46
speed: 59
athletics: 34
blade: 31
marksman: 57
mercantile: 62
sneak: 43
personality: 29
†Weaknesses:
-colour blind
-doesn't take pain very well
-distracted easily
-ignores a lot of things
-his distraction by cute girls
-cant go out in the day(vampire, DUH)
†Talent/s:
-natural alchemist
-high agility
-natural with a bow
†Mother: unthorea, dead
†Fatherunknown
†Siblings: unknown
†Pets: a puppy
†History:
draven was born into a slave traders life. his mother was a sex slave on the market when he was born. three years after he was born his mother got sold out for a breeding slave to a small group of people who took shelter in a cave near skingrad, and never left. these slave traders were a rather well known underground society, almost all made of alyieds. there were a dunmer here and there and that's it.
dravens mother unthorea was raped by a dunmer while being captured. that is what caused the pregnancy.draven does not know who this man is even today. when draven was born they adopted him into the slave trade, instead of selling him off as well. a powerful sorcerer who lived among them took him under his wing. he tried to teach him about all the elements of magic, but he was only really interested in alchemy. the sorcerer also named draven taught him as much as he could, but unfortunately it was his weakest area of magic.
he was taught the way of slave trade by many of the members. taught the way of the bow by two marksman. taught the way of the blade by one great swordsman, and taught magic by his original master, and only true friend draven. when he was 12 he figured out the leader of the group that bought his mother fell in love with her. he was moved to their cave to be with his mother. their farewell gifts to draven was given sourswine, his bow and a quiver of 50 elven arrows.
with many tears, and kind farewells draven, and his master draven traveled with him until he was at the cave. he left, saying to draven "you ae like the son i lost a long time ago. i thank you dearly for your devotion to my teachings, and the friendship you showed towards me the entire time. farewell." those words stood with draven for a long long time.draven walked into the cave, certain his life would no-longer be as good as it was in the slave trade.
he walked in to immediately be invited nicely inside. this unfortunately was a trick. he was seated, and they immediately put a burden spell, and a silence spell upon him. he could not move, nor could he use any magic he knew. the leader came out with his mother looking anorexic with many many scars on her.. they hadnt fed her for weeks and tortured her everyday.
the leader explained to him that his mother killed his son, and almost escaped. they caught her and brought her back here for punishment. they brought draven there only to watch her get killed. he realized that immediately, and tried to get up and help his mother, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably. but he was tightly in there and two very strong men were holding him down.
they lay his mothers head on a rock she being too weak to do anything to defy them, and the leader got out an iron war-hammer. he walked over slowly making it all the more painful for young draven. when he finally got to the rock with unthoreas head on it, he spent no more time delaying. he brought the hammer high above his head, and smashed it down without mercy. brain fragments and blood scattered across the room, and on dravens face. her eye rolled down under his feet, and pieces of skull bounced off his legs.
draven stood silent, letting the anger and agony sink in. he was overflowing with rage. he became very still, then all of a sudden stood up easily overpowering the men trying to hold him down. he reached in the pouch that was just over his right butt cheek. he pulled out a lethal poison his master draven gave him before he left him. he pulled the cap off and sprayed three men with it. their skin immediately started bubbling, and ripping off. it went through their skin fairly quickly. the sight would have normally made draven puke or at least gag, but after witnessing his mothers death he was happy for their suffering. he threw the bottle and what was rest of the poison in it at the man defending their leader, making him fall to the ground, squealing in pain.
there was only two more people other than the leader, and they looked quite weak, which proved to be correct. he pulled out his bow and knocked an arrow ready to fire. he shot into the first mans skull, and he fell to the ground. lifeless. the other one fell to the ground, weeping heavily. he took this chance to kill the other. he pulled his bow back with another arrow in it, and readied the shot.
he let go an instant before an arrow struck into his left forearm. he fell to the ground with pain, then drank a healing potion, numbing the pain. he got back up with sourswine in his hands and started running at the leader. the leader pulled out a claymore and got into a defensive stance. they started a bloody, and painful battle that both of them barely endured. after about 2 hours draven landed the final blow to his heart. he fell to the ground, and draven fell just after him.
awaking after a few hours he knew that he couldnt be here fot much longer. he would be in big trouble if someone came into the cave. so he looted all the money they had (which was a lot) and left the cave, limply. he walked slowly, and wearily to skingrad gates, where he collapsed.the guards ran to him, picked him up and brought him inside. he awoke 4 days later, his cuts completely healed, with only a scar on his nose remaining.
he lived peacefully in skingrad with the woman that healed him for 4 years, when he ventured off to find the slavers again. he knew they would accept him back into their society when he reminded them who he was. he was also much more merciless, and did not care if he died or not. so off he went, with all the money he accumulated over the past three years, plus all the money he took from that horrible night that changed his life.
it took him many weeks to finally get to the place, only to be informed by a dunmer man who was left behind that they relocated. he rested there for the night, and ate what was offered then ventured off into the unknown again. it took him a month and two weeks before he reached their new destination, which was almost like an underground palace. it was giant, and much more luxurious than the place he left four years ago. he was now 17, much stronger, more skilled in everything, and much much taller.
when he got there, they immediately recognized him becaude he was the only dunmer-alyied mix they ever had. they welcomed him with open arms. for the first night they all had a great feast because of draven, that night was filled with questions and sympathetic remarks. just before he left for bed, draven his old master approached him, they had a nice emotional re-union.
"im so sorry for what happened. if we knew at all that it was a set up we would have made sure that you wouldnt have gone. you must know that we all only had good intentions for you."explained draven when he heard the story. "the road to hell is filled with good intentions, my old friend." is all that draven said in response then left for bed.
draven set off alone once again in one year, when he turned 18. he wasnt quite sure where he was going to go, but he got captured by a band of bandits, and was held for ransom to the slave traders. the following night of that event the bandits were killed by a mysterious hooded-vampire. the vampire came to draven, but did not kill him. instead he released him and pulled off his hood. it was his old master draven!!
he had never realized that he was a vampire. "i must return quickly, for it will be morning soon. i will ask you this once. would you like to become a vampire?" draven pondered it for a little less than a minute, than said with a cold voice "yes"."than go to sleep in a city or town, and i will come for you in the night."
with that draven took all of his things back from the bandits and ventured off to bravil. once he bought a house he waited until night and slept expecting a visit from his old friend. he had his nightmare, and bit by bit became a full vampire. since then he had started making sure that he looked at his absolute best, and took care of his body as much as possible. two years later he met a nice woman in bravil, and they started dating. after three months he had sex for the first time, and killed her in the night by sucking too much blood from her.
after that time he had become a very determined ladies-man. he had spent most of his time making potions in the day, selling them when the sun went down, and hooking up with girls by night. he discreetly moved from city before anyone could notice that he hadn't died, gotten old or changed very much. he now lives in the imperial city, elven gardens district.
†RP Sample:
douzan became overthrown with sadness when akari said that she wouldnt leave. he didnt want to kill her, or hurt her in anyway. "please leave" douzan said, as low as a wisper repeatedly. tears streaming down his face. he was only strong enough to whisper, but he didnt care how much energy it took, he needed akari out of the area or he absolutely would not let the fire out.
he was even more concerner when akari was getting closer to him, then got confused when she put her nose on him. he said to run away, and she comes so close just to put her nose on him? he thought that she should have run. but she probably didnt know that that would be the only good solution.
suddenly he felt control over himself, and over his fire. he didn't understand it fully, but akari must have been transferring her power to help him. he was automatically eternally great full to her for trying to save him in a time that she could die, but he knew it wouldnt work.
douzan thought it wouldnt work, but worked with it regardless. he tried as hard as he could to push the fire back in, and it was working! he was suprised. "thank you" he managed to get out. it was fully working for him, until another huge wave of fire exploded back at him. all of it that he was trying to push back in, times 2!! he knew he couldn't hold this in for any longer, it would completely crush him.
douzan knew it was going to come out, whether he liked it or not. with akari laying right beside him, he had thought that he had lost, this was game over, but a thought popped into his head. it would take everything he had, plus more, but he had to try. he tried with all of his ability to pu a protective wind cover over akari. it took him almost a minute, which suprised douzan greatly, because he had managed to keep in the fire.
with a very thick, but invisible wind barrier around akari, he directed his fire upward as best as he could, and let go. it all went upward, in a great blinding light, the whole thing was about 20 metres in diameter, and went up above the clouds, up above anything in sight, up to space. douzan got carried up into the fire for a second, but heavily dropped to the ground when it finished. there was a large, but not very deep crater in the ground, except for the place that akari lie. that place was the only part that wasn't affected from the fire's wrath
that was the largest attack douzan had ever faced in his entire life, and he was very glad to see that all of his training had prevailed. no-one other than himself got hurt, and barely any land was affected. douzan was now bleeding, because the fire needed to get out faster than it was, and started ripping passages for itself to get out. douzan was not burned though because his body was impervious to fire, but he was incredibly warm, and if anyone tried to touch him, they would definitely get burned.
douzan let go of the wind barrier that he had so desperately tried to keep up over all the thrashing and pain in his body, for akari's sake. he tried greatly to move, to see if akari was awake, but could not move any part of his body. so he just lay there, slowly rolling toward the middle of the crater his horrible power had made. he tried desperately to stay awake, for he thought that if he didn't, death would take him.
for the full rp story please click on the following link -->www.zaida.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=r&action=display&thread=23&page=1.. i am known as douzan
