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[ PLAYER INFORMATION ]
Player Name : Mal
Age: 22
Timezone: GMT (United Kingdom)
Personal Journal: lilacsofthedead
Contact Information:
Email: phantomwolf@hotmail.co.uk
AIM: mousewolfapple
Current Characters: Yazoo
Links to Activity Check: Here and here (Oops, I knew I was missing something ^^;;)
Beta-reader: Yes (Yukeh-san did it for me :) )
[ CHARACTER INFORMATION ]
Name: Lord Darcia III
Age: Appears early-to-mid thirties, possibly more like four hundred years old. (Actual age unknown.)
Gender: Male
Canon: Wolf's Rain
Timeline: Post-Mortem – when he tried to enter paradise and it destroyed all of him but the wolf's eye.
Character History:
Here at his character journal.
Please note that I have tried to be as true to canon as possible, and due to the nature of the show, many questions are left relatively unanswered and vague.
Character Personality: Lord Darcia is a driven, passionate man, in the oldest sense of the word. When he finds a goal, he devotes himself fully to the completion of it, whether his motive be revenge, love, or any other reason.
For love, (as mentioned below) he spent two hundred years searching for a cure to Paradise Sickness, in near-total isolation with only the company of his servant Neige and his sleeping wife. For revenge, he walked first for what was likely several days to reach an enemy keep, and then, injured, he walked quite literally to the ends of the earth, to see it end and fufill what he then realised was his destiny.
He has somewhat of an obsessive personality, especially when it comes to things that are important to him – he spent two hundred years looking for a cure for Hamona's cursed sleep, and when she died, he obsessed first about revenge, and then about joining her in death in the most destructive way possible.
Darcia speaks quite formally, and his Noble hertiage very much comes through in the way he moves and treats others. He has three facets to his mannerisms - the way other Nobles see him act, the way he treats normal humans, and the way he acts around the wolves. This last is the most honest, I think, because it follows on how he acts around Neige (it's unclear on which catagory she falls into species-wise) and in private with no-one around.
Like many Nobles, he is a poor loser who does not handle failure well, and bears an apparent love of strength through stoicism, ruthlessness, poise and precision. When around other Nobles, and humans with the exception of Neige, Darcia is very stoic, rarely showing any expression besides a carefully blank one.
When around normal humans who have never directly encountered Nobles before, Darcia treats them with a mix of distant contempt, amusement, and a degree of condescion, much in the same way most people might treat an annoying child, or a particularly intelligent dog. At the end of the world, when he had all but lost his sanity, he considered them to be 'unclean creatures' that should be killed/purified from the planet before the proverbial cosmic reset button was pushed.
When out of the company of his own kind, as well as around the wolves, he wears his heart on his sleeve in everything from love, (when he spoke tenderly to his comatose wife before leaving to seek Cheza,) to grief (when he came home you could clearly see his heart breaking, and the howling fit he had then was a far cry from the emotionless creature he pretends to be in front of other humanoids,) and gloating madness (at the end of the world his facade was finally broken along with his mind.)
Above all else, though, Darcia adores his wife, Hamona. He treats her comatose form with reverent tenderness, when he is gentle with almost nothing else at all in the series. The only time you actually see him happy and content in the entire show was in the flashback of them chasing each other through the gardens of his old home, and nearly all of his actions can be traced back to that single emotion.
Love for his wife motivates him to steal Cheza back first from Orkum, then from the wolves, to seek out Jagura and assist in her demise, and even in a twisted way drives him to attack Kiba at the gate to paradise.
When he came home to find her dead, he completely lost it, screaming as though he was being tortured and throwing himself against a pillar, clawing at himself and howling with grief. The incident all but broke him emotionally, and after that point, once he has calmed down, you can see how dead he feels inside just by looking at his expression - no carefully blank facade anymore, he looks as though he is constantly forcing himself to feel nothing so as not to dwell on the pain.
In-game, he may be heartbroken, grieving, and injured, but he will heal both physically and mentally, and eventually learn to put the past behind him and look to the future. He is very much a realist in all else, but he held out on a stubborn, single-minded, romantic hope for a pair of centuries when all others had given Hamona long up for dead, and he is embittered to the world that let her die after all the effort that he took.
Yes, he will be emotionally wounded and angry for a very long time, but away from situations and objects/people that remind him of Hamona he may slowly begin to look past her painful memories and begin to live his life once more.
Also, because of his centuries-long isolation Darcia will not entirely trust other people intially, apart from whatever healer might be necessary when he arrives. He might be slow to make friends, and since the only person he considered an ally turned around and murdered his wife, he may well try to keep even any partner he makes at arm's length for fear of betrayal and getting so emotionally invested once more.
Character Abilities you would like to expand on further: Darcia is an accomplished sword fighter, and well-versed in battle – particularly against four-legged foes.
Nobles, in the Wolf's Rain world, are as much as race as they are a ranking. It's canonically unclear as to whether or not they are a separate species, or else merely humans who still have access to extremely advanced technology while the rest of that earth rots. Either way, they are possessed of superior strength, willpower, and most of all, longevity – two hundred years ago Darcia appeared to be in his early twenties, and it can be assumed from this that his kind age glacially slowly compared to normal humans.
The Curse of the House of Darcia was inflicted on his grandfather and carried on through his bloodline to the third of their name. It is the closest their world comes to true lycanthropy. The bearer is marked with the possession of one wolf eye and one human eye, and sees the world in double layers: as the animals see it, and as the animals want the humans to see it. No human, and none but two known Nobles can look upon the wolf's eye without fainting.
In enough desperation and/or anguish they can transform into a very large wolf, three times the size of any normal canid, and become a more savage beast than any wolf would want to be.
The other half of the curse dictates that if one under it should ever find their true love, her soul will be stolen away and she will fall into a sleep from which none can wake her.
Thus he is also very well-versed in his world's version of alchemy, which seems too stylized, unexplained and lovely in its presentation to be completely scientific, and too well-documented and technologically possible to be quite magic. Magic in it's purest form does exist in their world, but you see too little of it in canon (apart from the wolves' human-faced illusions) to really be sure of it's character.
He is quite intelligent, both scientifically, (see the notes on alchemy above) and tactically to a certain extent; he walked in and out of high security fortresses with little effort, but being the head of a fallen House means he has never had any troops of his own to direct.
This has had a certain degree of effect upon his pride, and almost certainly was a factor in his self-loathing for Hamona's death - if there had been more people than merely his single servant, Neige, at the keep while he was away chasing Cheza, it is doubtful that Jagura would have found her deed so easily done.
In his effort to find a cure for his wife's Paradise Sickness he expanded on his father and grandfather's experiments with forming hanabito (flower people) from luna-flowers and ultimately rediscovered Cheza, who he hoped would bring back Hamona from whatever dream held her trapped away from him.
He favours his sword in battle, and while he is perfectly competent with it, he is ultimately a combat pragmatist and won't hesitate to use a gun or high-tech cannon if they're closer to hand.
Also because of Hamona, he has a great deal of (probably) trivial knowledge of people in cursed sleeps and how to care for them.
Character Weaknesses you would like to expand on further: Darcia has very few physical weaknesses – as mentioned before, he is an excellent swordsman and competent with both gun and laser cannon. However, in the game he will be devoid of sight where his wolf's eye once was; a completely blind side which might take a little time for him to adapt and heal.
But mentally, he is quite unstable – his obsessive love of his dead wife and the battle with her sister has left him hollow, haunted with nightmares and liable to flinch inwardly at the sight of girls/women with pale hair – especially lilac, or light green. It will be a long time before any reminder of her ceases to hurt entirely. He also may react unpredictably around wolves and dogs that look like wolves.
Lastly, due a stylistic choice of the Wolf's Rain world, Darcia will be more used to reading and writing in a linguistically drifted form of Russian. Luckily, his world uses both Cyrillic and the English alphabet, so he will be able to adjust, although it make take some time. (I'm perfectly happy to lose this one if it will make things too complicated, but I thought it would make an interesting plot point.)
[ SOUL CAMPAIGN SECTION ]
What abilities will your character retain in Soul Campaign? He will retain his intelligence, his knowledge of his world's science/alchemy, and his swordsmanship.
What weaknesses will your character lose or gain in Soul Campaign? He will be rendered a mortal man, free of any curse, and lacking his left (wolf-coloured) eye. He will be weaker, slower, and much easier to harm than he is used to, as well as suffering the mother of all blind-spots initially.
However, he will be also calmer than he was, clearer-thinking, and capable of eventually moving past his pain. From his point of view, it will feel as though Hamona died a while ago rather than only the few short months of his timeline.
He won't be able to see through any illusions any more, due to the lack of his eye. Also, due to his mental instability and the insanity that took him near the end of his life in his world, he will be very weak to the madness wavelength.
The wish Death the Kid made to the BREW in 2009 was to “rescue Death City and stop the waves of Madness from overtaking the world.” By whatever means necessary. Pretend you are the BREW. Why would you choose to bring this character to Death City?
For all the death he caused in his canon, for all the madness and grief which took his mind in the end, I believe that Darcia is not at his heart an evil man. If given a second chance to rest and heal away from his dying world, he will become a great asset to the cause.
If your character has difficulty verbally communicating or can’t verbally communicate at all (mute or non-humanoid), elaborate on how this will be treated in the game. n/a
[ MEISTER ONLY SECTION ]
Why is your character a Meister and not a Weapon?
I believe that he will be a greater asset as a meister, because he would do better in an equal partnership if he were the one doing more actual moving around. As a weapon, he would be given more time to think and dwell on the past, and that's the last thing he needs in order to function relatively normally.
Also, due to his being of Noble birth, Darcia is ill-equipped to accept orders unless they are phrased as suggestions, and even then may be more headstrong than would suit being the Weapon of a partnership.
What is your character’s Meister Ability? Why?
Feral Soul – Even without the Curse of the House of Darcia, he will always be the sort of person who moves and thinks like a wolf, and so I thought this particular trait might be appropriate.
Soul Armour – He's unused to fighting without the stamina of a wolf and the strength of a noble, so anything that would increase his meagre (to him) current stats would be a great help. Also, the fact that he needs to be with a Weapon to do it may help him start to trust and rely on others.
Soul Determination - Fighters in his world are already quite used to battling until they can quite literally no longer move, and anything that would give him back some of the strength that he has lost in becoming a mortal man would do him a world of good.
[ SOUL INFORMATION ]
Describe your character’s soul with six adjectives.
Grieving, clever, pragmatic, fierce, passionate and honourable.
What does your character’s soul look like? Be creative.
Dark blue with a long, ragged comet tail, this soul glows like sunlight through water fifty fathoms deep. Midnight lightens to steel with a pinprick of pale yellow in the centre, and it wears a grim expression and an eyepatch which looks more like half of some really well-fitted sunglasses.
[ SAMPLES ]
Provide a First Person style sample in the form of a post to the DEMISE network.
[The comm switches on, but for a short while, you can see nothing but a somewhat out-of-focus expanse of dark blue cloth, evidently as someone inspects the machine. The comments made are in a deep, hoarse murmur, as though the speaker might have damaged his vocal chords at one point.] A crude device... I have not ever seen one so basic except in commoners' hands... and never in this style.
[Whoever it is seems to then notice that the thing is actually on, and the PoV swings to settle on the face of a man perhaps in his mid-thirties, with his left eye covered with a black eyepatch and the right glaring coldest blue.] Now, to whoever may be listening – what is this place? Where are we? What language is this writing and most importantly, what is that brought me here?
I am Lord Darcia the Third of Aerial City, and you will answer me!
Provide a Third Person sample set during the last minutes on their world and/or their first few moments in the Kishin Chamber.
When he had beaten Kiba hard enough that the white wolf could no longer rise to defend his flower maiden, Darcia, the cursed beast, sank massive jaws into Cheza's side once more and flung her down across the snow. The fragile roots that spidered from her knees ripped up like weeds from paving stones, and her skin popped under his teeth like that of an overripe plum.
He stalked to toward where she lay. Kiba's final whines and pleas only made him laugh. Had Hamona pleaded, somewhere deep inside her silenced heart? Had anyone listened to him when his world and home were torn down, razed and shattered?
Something deep inside him wrenched violently, and he heaved, spewing green-black bile from his jaws. More poison. More attempts to end him before he ended all else.
Awful death-rattling mirth shook him once more. He gazed upon the gate, where the flower maiden's blood spilled down to the frozen lake. He could see the diseased red moonlight gleaming on it. His mind bucked and twisted further, skewing his thoughts with deadly drug. He was full of the flower's sap, was he not? And he held the essence of the paradise stone in his very self, in his shape. He could still open paradise, even if his would be wrong. He could still ruin Kiba and this world that would see him wrecked and alone forever more.
He staggered down to the icy shoreline, weaving like a drunkard.
He could ... he could still... the entrance to paradise...
He took one step upon the stillness of the frozen lake, and then blinding hot flame of a billion colours seared him, agony and ecstasy and purest feeling-
And then scorching white gave over to black oblivion, and that was all he knew for a while.
Presently, Darcia came back to himself.
He found that he was aware of three things. Firstly, he was human-shaped, and clothed in the wolf-ripped rags left of his travelling clothes, the ones he had worn all the way from the wreck of his keep to the end of the world. Secondly, the left side of his face was a blaze of agony. He touched his cheek on that side, gingerly, and found the wetness of blood. A bite, maybe? And thirdly, he found that he was thinking more clearly now than he had since his wife's demise.
The events after he had fought his sister-in-law with the white wolf at her keep, and the false paradise opened there, they seemed like a bad dream, like it had happened to somebody else. But his bones ached from the transformation, and he recalled the sensation of sinking his teeth into flesh too vividly, too recently.
He discovered he could push the painful memories down and away now, shoving everything that had happened under a wash of non-thought. What is happening now... focus. Where are you? What is this place?
It was pitch dark. He could only make out the dimmest forms: a tall white figure above him, and vague red shapes about him. The first was most likely a statue, even if it made his skin crawl. The other objects around him, though – were they pillars? Great trees, taller than the one his grandfather had bound to seal the gate to paradise? The human eye was near-useless in darkness, and if only in this, the curse served him well.
He rolled over and clambered to his feet, ignored the swell of pain the motion brought, and fumbled for the eyepatch that had covered his wolf's eye for as long as he could recall. But instead of the hardened fabric of the cover, his gloved hand touched a bloody socket.
A sickening sensation twisted harder into his temple and the world spun. He bit back a sharp gasp of agony and clutched his head, nearly stumbling into one of the pillars – and they were pillars, he could see now, through the black spots that danced in his remaining vision.
He slid down against it in time for a screen to flicker into existence above and opposite to where he sat. It was plain, but the picture quality was fine enough to convey the message, which seemed pre-recorded. He listened to it in a vague haze of pain and confusion, but when it ended, he accepted the crude communication unit – only commoners used this level of device – and staggered out into the light to find some form of healer in this place.
[ NOTES ]
Just that I'll be over the moon (if you'll excuse the turn of phrase) if I get this guy in and look forward to playing him in the future~ :)
Player Name : Mal
Age: 22
Timezone: GMT (United Kingdom)
Personal Journal: lilacsofthedead
Contact Information:
Email: phantomwolf@hotmail.co.uk
AIM: mousewolfapple
Current Characters: Yazoo
Links to Activity Check: Here and here (Oops, I knew I was missing something ^^;;)
Beta-reader: Yes (Yukeh-san did it for me :) )
[ CHARACTER INFORMATION ]
Name: Lord Darcia III
Age: Appears early-to-mid thirties, possibly more like four hundred years old. (Actual age unknown.)
Gender: Male
Canon: Wolf's Rain
Timeline: Post-Mortem – when he tried to enter paradise and it destroyed all of him but the wolf's eye.
Character History:
Here at his character journal.
Please note that I have tried to be as true to canon as possible, and due to the nature of the show, many questions are left relatively unanswered and vague.
Character Personality: Lord Darcia is a driven, passionate man, in the oldest sense of the word. When he finds a goal, he devotes himself fully to the completion of it, whether his motive be revenge, love, or any other reason.
For love, (as mentioned below) he spent two hundred years searching for a cure to Paradise Sickness, in near-total isolation with only the company of his servant Neige and his sleeping wife. For revenge, he walked first for what was likely several days to reach an enemy keep, and then, injured, he walked quite literally to the ends of the earth, to see it end and fufill what he then realised was his destiny.
He has somewhat of an obsessive personality, especially when it comes to things that are important to him – he spent two hundred years looking for a cure for Hamona's cursed sleep, and when she died, he obsessed first about revenge, and then about joining her in death in the most destructive way possible.
Darcia speaks quite formally, and his Noble hertiage very much comes through in the way he moves and treats others. He has three facets to his mannerisms - the way other Nobles see him act, the way he treats normal humans, and the way he acts around the wolves. This last is the most honest, I think, because it follows on how he acts around Neige (it's unclear on which catagory she falls into species-wise) and in private with no-one around.
Like many Nobles, he is a poor loser who does not handle failure well, and bears an apparent love of strength through stoicism, ruthlessness, poise and precision. When around other Nobles, and humans with the exception of Neige, Darcia is very stoic, rarely showing any expression besides a carefully blank one.
When around normal humans who have never directly encountered Nobles before, Darcia treats them with a mix of distant contempt, amusement, and a degree of condescion, much in the same way most people might treat an annoying child, or a particularly intelligent dog. At the end of the world, when he had all but lost his sanity, he considered them to be 'unclean creatures' that should be killed/purified from the planet before the proverbial cosmic reset button was pushed.
When out of the company of his own kind, as well as around the wolves, he wears his heart on his sleeve in everything from love, (when he spoke tenderly to his comatose wife before leaving to seek Cheza,) to grief (when he came home you could clearly see his heart breaking, and the howling fit he had then was a far cry from the emotionless creature he pretends to be in front of other humanoids,) and gloating madness (at the end of the world his facade was finally broken along with his mind.)
Above all else, though, Darcia adores his wife, Hamona. He treats her comatose form with reverent tenderness, when he is gentle with almost nothing else at all in the series. The only time you actually see him happy and content in the entire show was in the flashback of them chasing each other through the gardens of his old home, and nearly all of his actions can be traced back to that single emotion.
Love for his wife motivates him to steal Cheza back first from Orkum, then from the wolves, to seek out Jagura and assist in her demise, and even in a twisted way drives him to attack Kiba at the gate to paradise.
When he came home to find her dead, he completely lost it, screaming as though he was being tortured and throwing himself against a pillar, clawing at himself and howling with grief. The incident all but broke him emotionally, and after that point, once he has calmed down, you can see how dead he feels inside just by looking at his expression - no carefully blank facade anymore, he looks as though he is constantly forcing himself to feel nothing so as not to dwell on the pain.
In-game, he may be heartbroken, grieving, and injured, but he will heal both physically and mentally, and eventually learn to put the past behind him and look to the future. He is very much a realist in all else, but he held out on a stubborn, single-minded, romantic hope for a pair of centuries when all others had given Hamona long up for dead, and he is embittered to the world that let her die after all the effort that he took.
Yes, he will be emotionally wounded and angry for a very long time, but away from situations and objects/people that remind him of Hamona he may slowly begin to look past her painful memories and begin to live his life once more.
Also, because of his centuries-long isolation Darcia will not entirely trust other people intially, apart from whatever healer might be necessary when he arrives. He might be slow to make friends, and since the only person he considered an ally turned around and murdered his wife, he may well try to keep even any partner he makes at arm's length for fear of betrayal and getting so emotionally invested once more.
Character Abilities you would like to expand on further: Darcia is an accomplished sword fighter, and well-versed in battle – particularly against four-legged foes.
Nobles, in the Wolf's Rain world, are as much as race as they are a ranking. It's canonically unclear as to whether or not they are a separate species, or else merely humans who still have access to extremely advanced technology while the rest of that earth rots. Either way, they are possessed of superior strength, willpower, and most of all, longevity – two hundred years ago Darcia appeared to be in his early twenties, and it can be assumed from this that his kind age glacially slowly compared to normal humans.
The Curse of the House of Darcia was inflicted on his grandfather and carried on through his bloodline to the third of their name. It is the closest their world comes to true lycanthropy. The bearer is marked with the possession of one wolf eye and one human eye, and sees the world in double layers: as the animals see it, and as the animals want the humans to see it. No human, and none but two known Nobles can look upon the wolf's eye without fainting.
In enough desperation and/or anguish they can transform into a very large wolf, three times the size of any normal canid, and become a more savage beast than any wolf would want to be.
The other half of the curse dictates that if one under it should ever find their true love, her soul will be stolen away and she will fall into a sleep from which none can wake her.
Thus he is also very well-versed in his world's version of alchemy, which seems too stylized, unexplained and lovely in its presentation to be completely scientific, and too well-documented and technologically possible to be quite magic. Magic in it's purest form does exist in their world, but you see too little of it in canon (apart from the wolves' human-faced illusions) to really be sure of it's character.
He is quite intelligent, both scientifically, (see the notes on alchemy above) and tactically to a certain extent; he walked in and out of high security fortresses with little effort, but being the head of a fallen House means he has never had any troops of his own to direct.
This has had a certain degree of effect upon his pride, and almost certainly was a factor in his self-loathing for Hamona's death - if there had been more people than merely his single servant, Neige, at the keep while he was away chasing Cheza, it is doubtful that Jagura would have found her deed so easily done.
In his effort to find a cure for his wife's Paradise Sickness he expanded on his father and grandfather's experiments with forming hanabito (flower people) from luna-flowers and ultimately rediscovered Cheza, who he hoped would bring back Hamona from whatever dream held her trapped away from him.
He favours his sword in battle, and while he is perfectly competent with it, he is ultimately a combat pragmatist and won't hesitate to use a gun or high-tech cannon if they're closer to hand.
Also because of Hamona, he has a great deal of (probably) trivial knowledge of people in cursed sleeps and how to care for them.
Character Weaknesses you would like to expand on further: Darcia has very few physical weaknesses – as mentioned before, he is an excellent swordsman and competent with both gun and laser cannon. However, in the game he will be devoid of sight where his wolf's eye once was; a completely blind side which might take a little time for him to adapt and heal.
But mentally, he is quite unstable – his obsessive love of his dead wife and the battle with her sister has left him hollow, haunted with nightmares and liable to flinch inwardly at the sight of girls/women with pale hair – especially lilac, or light green. It will be a long time before any reminder of her ceases to hurt entirely. He also may react unpredictably around wolves and dogs that look like wolves.
Lastly, due a stylistic choice of the Wolf's Rain world, Darcia will be more used to reading and writing in a linguistically drifted form of Russian. Luckily, his world uses both Cyrillic and the English alphabet, so he will be able to adjust, although it make take some time. (I'm perfectly happy to lose this one if it will make things too complicated, but I thought it would make an interesting plot point.)
[ SOUL CAMPAIGN SECTION ]
What abilities will your character retain in Soul Campaign? He will retain his intelligence, his knowledge of his world's science/alchemy, and his swordsmanship.
What weaknesses will your character lose or gain in Soul Campaign? He will be rendered a mortal man, free of any curse, and lacking his left (wolf-coloured) eye. He will be weaker, slower, and much easier to harm than he is used to, as well as suffering the mother of all blind-spots initially.
However, he will be also calmer than he was, clearer-thinking, and capable of eventually moving past his pain. From his point of view, it will feel as though Hamona died a while ago rather than only the few short months of his timeline.
He won't be able to see through any illusions any more, due to the lack of his eye. Also, due to his mental instability and the insanity that took him near the end of his life in his world, he will be very weak to the madness wavelength.
The wish Death the Kid made to the BREW in 2009 was to “rescue Death City and stop the waves of Madness from overtaking the world.” By whatever means necessary. Pretend you are the BREW. Why would you choose to bring this character to Death City?
For all the death he caused in his canon, for all the madness and grief which took his mind in the end, I believe that Darcia is not at his heart an evil man. If given a second chance to rest and heal away from his dying world, he will become a great asset to the cause.
If your character has difficulty verbally communicating or can’t verbally communicate at all (mute or non-humanoid), elaborate on how this will be treated in the game. n/a
[ MEISTER ONLY SECTION ]
Why is your character a Meister and not a Weapon?
I believe that he will be a greater asset as a meister, because he would do better in an equal partnership if he were the one doing more actual moving around. As a weapon, he would be given more time to think and dwell on the past, and that's the last thing he needs in order to function relatively normally.
Also, due to his being of Noble birth, Darcia is ill-equipped to accept orders unless they are phrased as suggestions, and even then may be more headstrong than would suit being the Weapon of a partnership.
What is your character’s Meister Ability? Why?
Feral Soul – Even without the Curse of the House of Darcia, he will always be the sort of person who moves and thinks like a wolf, and so I thought this particular trait might be appropriate.
Soul Armour – He's unused to fighting without the stamina of a wolf and the strength of a noble, so anything that would increase his meagre (to him) current stats would be a great help. Also, the fact that he needs to be with a Weapon to do it may help him start to trust and rely on others.
Soul Determination - Fighters in his world are already quite used to battling until they can quite literally no longer move, and anything that would give him back some of the strength that he has lost in becoming a mortal man would do him a world of good.
[ SOUL INFORMATION ]
Describe your character’s soul with six adjectives.
Grieving, clever, pragmatic, fierce, passionate and honourable.
What does your character’s soul look like? Be creative.
Dark blue with a long, ragged comet tail, this soul glows like sunlight through water fifty fathoms deep. Midnight lightens to steel with a pinprick of pale yellow in the centre, and it wears a grim expression and an eyepatch which looks more like half of some really well-fitted sunglasses.
[ SAMPLES ]
Provide a First Person style sample in the form of a post to the DEMISE network.
[The comm switches on, but for a short while, you can see nothing but a somewhat out-of-focus expanse of dark blue cloth, evidently as someone inspects the machine. The comments made are in a deep, hoarse murmur, as though the speaker might have damaged his vocal chords at one point.] A crude device... I have not ever seen one so basic except in commoners' hands... and never in this style.
[Whoever it is seems to then notice that the thing is actually on, and the PoV swings to settle on the face of a man perhaps in his mid-thirties, with his left eye covered with a black eyepatch and the right glaring coldest blue.] Now, to whoever may be listening – what is this place? Where are we? What language is this writing and most importantly, what is that brought me here?
I am Lord Darcia the Third of Aerial City, and you will answer me!
Provide a Third Person sample set during the last minutes on their world and/or their first few moments in the Kishin Chamber.
When he had beaten Kiba hard enough that the white wolf could no longer rise to defend his flower maiden, Darcia, the cursed beast, sank massive jaws into Cheza's side once more and flung her down across the snow. The fragile roots that spidered from her knees ripped up like weeds from paving stones, and her skin popped under his teeth like that of an overripe plum.
He stalked to toward where she lay. Kiba's final whines and pleas only made him laugh. Had Hamona pleaded, somewhere deep inside her silenced heart? Had anyone listened to him when his world and home were torn down, razed and shattered?
Something deep inside him wrenched violently, and he heaved, spewing green-black bile from his jaws. More poison. More attempts to end him before he ended all else.
Awful death-rattling mirth shook him once more. He gazed upon the gate, where the flower maiden's blood spilled down to the frozen lake. He could see the diseased red moonlight gleaming on it. His mind bucked and twisted further, skewing his thoughts with deadly drug. He was full of the flower's sap, was he not? And he held the essence of the paradise stone in his very self, in his shape. He could still open paradise, even if his would be wrong. He could still ruin Kiba and this world that would see him wrecked and alone forever more.
He staggered down to the icy shoreline, weaving like a drunkard.
He could ... he could still... the entrance to paradise...
He took one step upon the stillness of the frozen lake, and then blinding hot flame of a billion colours seared him, agony and ecstasy and purest feeling-
And then scorching white gave over to black oblivion, and that was all he knew for a while.
Presently, Darcia came back to himself.
He found that he was aware of three things. Firstly, he was human-shaped, and clothed in the wolf-ripped rags left of his travelling clothes, the ones he had worn all the way from the wreck of his keep to the end of the world. Secondly, the left side of his face was a blaze of agony. He touched his cheek on that side, gingerly, and found the wetness of blood. A bite, maybe? And thirdly, he found that he was thinking more clearly now than he had since his wife's demise.
The events after he had fought his sister-in-law with the white wolf at her keep, and the false paradise opened there, they seemed like a bad dream, like it had happened to somebody else. But his bones ached from the transformation, and he recalled the sensation of sinking his teeth into flesh too vividly, too recently.
He discovered he could push the painful memories down and away now, shoving everything that had happened under a wash of non-thought. What is happening now... focus. Where are you? What is this place?
It was pitch dark. He could only make out the dimmest forms: a tall white figure above him, and vague red shapes about him. The first was most likely a statue, even if it made his skin crawl. The other objects around him, though – were they pillars? Great trees, taller than the one his grandfather had bound to seal the gate to paradise? The human eye was near-useless in darkness, and if only in this, the curse served him well.
He rolled over and clambered to his feet, ignored the swell of pain the motion brought, and fumbled for the eyepatch that had covered his wolf's eye for as long as he could recall. But instead of the hardened fabric of the cover, his gloved hand touched a bloody socket.
A sickening sensation twisted harder into his temple and the world spun. He bit back a sharp gasp of agony and clutched his head, nearly stumbling into one of the pillars – and they were pillars, he could see now, through the black spots that danced in his remaining vision.
He slid down against it in time for a screen to flicker into existence above and opposite to where he sat. It was plain, but the picture quality was fine enough to convey the message, which seemed pre-recorded. He listened to it in a vague haze of pain and confusion, but when it ended, he accepted the crude communication unit – only commoners used this level of device – and staggered out into the light to find some form of healer in this place.
[ NOTES ]
Just that I'll be over the moon (if you'll excuse the turn of phrase) if I get this guy in and look forward to playing him in the future~ :)
