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I like using that beginning.... Hallo. It's supposed to be German hello... but I think it looks pretty cool ^^. Anyways I'm gonna change my avi's hair... so I'm going to edit my RP character again....
Name: Darkwingedslayer-Dark (... Darki)
Age: 15 years of recollection
Race: An Fallen 1/2 breed Angel/ Human Mix. (A mouth full Eh?)
Status: A young stealthy girl, with a gift of the gab.
Appearance: About 5'6" she keeps a trim build due to daily training. Her eyes are a dull crimson color and her hair is a dark color that shags down from years of neglect. She occasionally cuts the bang if the get in her way.
Bio: Dark was a very violent child, she would bite her parents if they tried to interact with her, she would attack any guests or other children her own age... but oddly, she loved her toddler younger brother, they would always get along. He was her only friend. Since she was in a poor family and they lived quite a ways from town, they could not hire a doctor. Her parents tried their best to keep her under control... but they had their own problems. The father was not a family and he would constantly get mad or drunk.
One night, while she was playing outside, her father had an episode and beat up her mother. Since she was outside she didn't notice until she heard her brother scream. Running inside he was on the ground with a knife in is gut. Her mother was in the kitchen screaming for her to run. She tried, and into the dark forest she did... but a full-grown man is much faster than a 8 year old girl. He eventually caught up, the warm full moon soon turned crimson from the beating she received. He kept going, she couldn't remember how long he went on. Until her father screamed in pain... a strange traveler had thrown him back away from her, all she heard was grunting until she heard someone fall. Someone's cold hand was placed upon her forehead.. She heard a subtle, deep word "Sleep".
She awoke the next day in her bed, with a meal ready for her. Then the stranger came in, the one she heard last night. He was a tall man, with sliver hair. His eyes were a crimson red. He wore a dark Trench coat over his black pants. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and he had to explain everything... that her mother and father were dead, her brother... had passed to. She felt horrible... but worst off all she had run, she could have saved her younger brother. The strange man embraced her, trying let her forget, but she bit his arm. All he did was smile warmly and left her be. Over the next few days she got better and learned that the man's name was Sorial. In a week he decided to leave... but Dark had grown on him and demanded to travel with him. He smiled and let her come along. For 2 years she trained under him. She learned all about the different types of weapons of the world, the different fighting techniques of many different nations, and she grew strong under his protective eyes. Until he was assassinated.
Dark learned he was a Half-breed angel. Half demon, half angel. His mother was violated by a demon and she was left with it's b*****d child. Heaven was lenient toward him allowed him to stay. As he grew his fellow ?friends? persecuted him. He learned that the good and righteous are not always as so... they off all things, have the darkest of secrets. He cast himself down, no longer able to bare the horror and past of heaven, he would forever walk the earth alone. So heaven was after him because he was denouncing the faith.
As he was dying in their Inn room... Dark was devastated, and begged Sorial to stay, not to die. He smiled and merely stated that he deserved to die due to the tainted life he lead. She ran in rage after the assassinator, she tried in vain to slay him... but she was weak and thrown back, and as the assassin was about to give the final strike, she felt her body warm... Sorial was giving hid dying soul to her. She killed the assassin... but she felt the pleasure of killing. It was sweet. Her eyes became the dark crimson of blood and she transformed. The black feathered wings of a fallen angel sprouted from her back. She killed the whole town bathing in their blood... feeding on their flesh. In the back of her head she heard Sorial screaming for her to regain herself, to come back to what she was. When she awoke she saw what she had done and wanted to repent. Allowing the humans to punish her as they please. She was in their prison, tortured, for over 5 months. Sorial was in her head, telling her that it was worthless to regain forgiveness this way, that to repent she needed to give kindness to the humans. After weeks of arguing she agreed and escaped the prison with ease. Keeping a iron mask over her face reminds her of her sacrifices and what she needs to do.
Weapons/Powers: Always at hand is the power of stealth and light-footedness. Her only weapons are two small daggers, their blades both shine with an ominous blue material, embroidered with a strange vine of markings, spreading from the base to the tip. Hard leather handles for a soft and steady grip. At the base of the handle is a stone placement, for elemental stones. This allows the stones to change properties.
Y'know, I don't think any one REALLY cares about this...
Oh well, I like writing to my invisible fans! blaugh
 darkwingedslayer · Sun Feb 27, 2005 @ 05:23pm · 1 Comments |
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