TC's Many Personalities

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Name: Darthen Duran
Gender: Male
Race: Half elf, half demon
Age: 1,673
Hometown: Unknown
Family: Mother: deceased. One sister: Costina, one brother: Kellins.
Tribe: None
Alignment: N/A
Class: Bodyguard
Description: At five foot eleven inches, he weighs one hundred and thirty nine pounds. Blonde hair comes down to his shoulders and almost completely covers crystal blue eyes. A small scar adorned the tanned skin of his right cheek. He mainly wears a long black cloak over a forest green tunic, dark brown pants with black leather boots.


Personality: Some would say that Darthen is a shy person, but that would not be accurate. Soft spoken, often times if the air is still, others must listen carefully to hear his words. He occasionally enjoys being in the company of vampires. Those around him must before, one wrong word spoken against those he holds dear to his heart and the demon inside him takes over.


Fighting Style: His own style he called Scorched.

Weapons: His main weapon is a wooden staff, charred black from the lighting stored in his body.

Special Techniques:
Electrifying Jabs: Uses his staff as a lance and jabs at his enemy, even the slightest contact sends electrifying currents through the body.

Thunder Clap: By slamming the butt end of his staff into the ground, he creates an enhanced version of thunder, capable of deafening an opponent.

Thunder Demon Transformation: When in a rage his body expands, his skin turns to black scales. Fire red engulfs the blue of his eyes. Grand horns replace his hair and black leathery wings sprout from his back. When in this form he has complete control over anything electric and can create lightning storms.

Magic: Lightning based spells are his specialty. Lightning bolts and shock waves are his favorite spells to use.

Items: Always grasped in his right hand is a charred wooden staff. There is little he wants that is not already in his possession. The presence of his wife Raven would be the thing he desires most. His pouch is usually filled with coins, jams and other valuables he picks up in his travels.


Strengths: Dar is an intellectual. When there is free time he tends to spend it reading. Extremely skilled in fighting with only his staff as a weapon. He has the potential to become a powerful Demon Lord, but that title is of little interest to him.


Weaknesses: He is not a conversationalist. Rarely will he participate in conversations. If he does not take in the fresh air found only during thunder storms once a month, he will be driven mad from stress. Fear is not something Darthen believes in, but he is terrified that someday he will face his demon father for what he had done to his mother. Often his own mind works against him and distracts him from matters at hand.


Biography:
Born on the continent of Stellni to the North of Solarus, Darthen was raised by his elven mother. Why she loved him as much as she did confounded the half elf. He was sure she secretly despised him for what his father had done to him, giving her a bastard for a son. Growing up he was always ridiculed by the other kids. If not for his elder brother Kellins, the demon trapped within him would have been released among the elven people.

One day while walking just outside the forest he met a dwarf by the name of Balin Stoneshatter. The two quickly became friends, and Balin was always ready to defend his young companion. The dwarf would come and go from the elven lands throughout the years, and it would always cheer the young outcast up to see his friend.

Then one of the cold winter night, as snow fell from the heavens, Dar overheard some Nobles speaking to his mother.

“That bastard has no right to be in our kingdom!”

“That’s right. He’ll be the death of us all. Surely his father will return for him one day.”

“You must send that cursed son of yours far away where he can not harm our people!”

Tears built up in his eyes as he listened to his mothers reply.

“Say what you will, but Darthen is an angel. Not that all of you wouldn’t deserve whatever might happen. I will NEVER send my son away.”

Those words he held close to his heart. He had never heard his mother raise her voice to anybody before. But here she was standing up to the Nobles in his defense. He vowed on that day that whatever may happen, he would protect her.


It was then spring when Balin returned again, bring magnificently carved figures for the boy, as well as an offer to join him on his next trek across Stellni. Pleading with his mother, he finally convinced her to let him go. Packing his things the two left that night For the first time he saw just how beautiful the world truly was. Sure the forest was stunning, but it couldn’t compare in his mind to the populated human cities.

On his first adventure with Balin, Dar learned things he was never given the opportunity to try before. The dwarf taught the boy to wield a battle axe without harming himself. Being with someone who accepted him for who he was, was a completely new experience for Dar, and he enjoyed every last moment of it.

Then it happened. It was Darthen’s tenth journey with the dwarf. The two joined a group attempting to take back a village from a wizard that made it his duty to harass the people. The mission was a success. However, the half elf did not know the terrible events that this adventure would bring back home.

Upon returning home he was greeted by his mother and little sister of four years. It would be another ten years before life for Darthen would change completely. It was autumn, and his brother had just left home for another continent called Solarus, and that’s when it happened. Around midnight after Kellins departure, Dar is woken up by a strange feeling. His body moved, yet he did not tell it to. He tried to fight it but nothing would work. Balin was staying the night and heard the noise. Seeing the look on the boys face and the manner in which he moved, the dwarf knew sorcery when he saw it.

Try as he might, the dwarf couldn’t stop him from entering his mothers room. Darthen watched in horror as his mother woke, letting out a terrible scream as his hand, unwillingly put a knife through her chest. Then, the spell lifted, Dar collapsed on top of his mother, tears streaming down his face.

After giving the boy some time, he placed his rough hand on his shoulder. “C’mon lad. We best be a’goin ‘fore someone thinks to look into the scream.”

Rising, he wipes the tears from his eyes. Kissing his mothers forehead, Darthen turns and walks out the door. Picking Costina up from her room as they left, the three of them fled the elven city un-noticed.

Outside the forest, Dar stopped to look back. One last tear slid down his cheek. Blinking it away, he turns to his sister. Poor Costina had no clue what was going on. Fear clutched at his throat. What if he did the same to her? No. He wouldn’t allow it. Leaving Costina with a friend of Balin’s, the two companions set out in search of the damned wizard responsible for the horrible dead committed.

After two years, they finally catch up with him. The look of terror on the wizards face pleased Darthen like nothing he’d ever felt before. What he did not know was what Balin and the wizard saw. The half elf’s body had changed. He was nearly seven feet tall with black scales over his skin. Claws formed where hands once were. Fire red completely engulfed the blue of his eyes. Horns replaced his blonde hair and black leathery wings had sprouted from his back. The demon had been released.

Once matters were completed on Sollti, Darthen and Balin picked Costina up and boarded a ship to Solarus to start a new life. As the years passed, the half elf would continuously fight to keep the demon from emerging. He was glad that Costina never did, and hopefully never will, see that side of him.

His sister now of age to be on her own, left to fulfill her dream of becoming as strong a warrior as her brother. Dar watched as she left. Now it was just him. Balin had returned home the year before. So now he was on his own for the first time in his life. Luckily he found a position as a bodyguard in a guild. There he learned to control his darker half. But more importantly to him, Darthen met a vampire named Raven, who was to become his wife just a couple months later.

Everything was fine for the first half of their year together, but then Raven vanished. Refusing to lose the one he loved he set out to search the world for her if he had to. The guild had been disbanded, so he had no more ties to this area. So it was once again onto the long roads taking him across the wide world.

Eventually he did give up on his search and returned to Ivy’s Tavern. The place he had met Raven, and owned by a dear friend. He ended up taking control of the Tavern as Ivy also vanished. Darthen started to believe that he was cursed to forever be alone.

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Wakje Ullhunde
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Eye: Grey
Hair: Brown
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 173 lbs
Family: One sister, rest presumed dead.

Bio: Wakje's mother died shortly after he was born, and his father was away on business most of the time after he turned five. With no one around to watch after him, the young boy spent much of the time on the streets of the small village. When he was seven his father returned home, after 3 months of being away, with a new wife. A year later Wakje's step-mother gave birth to his sister Tika, and with the newborn baby his father set up a shop in the village to be close to his new family. As the years passed, the young Wakje was a stranger to his own family. His step-mother despised him and his father barely acknowledged his existence. Only his six year old sister Tika would willingly spend the long days with him.
At the age of nine a strange power began to reveal itself within the young boy (This being the reason his step-mother despised him). His father fought constantly with his wife about him, and after months of arguing Wakje was sent to live in the small shack in back of the house. Here the boy had plenty of time to spend learning about his newfound powers. At the age of fourteen, his powers somewhat under control, Wakje would leave the village to practice in the open fields.
On his sixtieth birthday Wakje was happily unwrapping his only present from his sister when the village alarm went off. The hectic moments that followed were a blur to him. He only heard Tika's voice calling to him over the crowd, and the next thing he remembers is waking up in the street the following day. Upon returning home Tika was nowhere to be found. After asking several villagers he finally spoke to someone who said they saw one of the men carrying his sister away. Nobody could tell him exactly who the people were. He didn't care who they might have been. Packing up his few possessions , Wakje left the village in search of his sister.
Now ten years later, he still continues his search for his long lost sister.

Outfit: He wears a light tan shirt with the sleeves ripped off and dark gray pants cut off at the knees. Brown boots are laced halfway up to his knees. A tattered, dark tan cloak hung from his shoulders by a clasp on his neck which read "I'll always be here for you brother. ~Tika". The clasp being the last birthday present he received from her.

Special/Magical Abilities: Electrical Storm - Description: Able to manipulate/store electrical currents and light waves around him. - Main Abilities: Shocking Barrier- Builds a barrier around himself made of electricity; Lightning Bolt- Condenses electrical currents into a spear; Solar Blast- Produces an explosion of light and electricity, blinding and electrifying those in the surrounding area; and Shooting Star - Gathers electricity in/between his hands to be released with blinding speed towards an enemy.

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Name: Frey Sutherland
Race: Human
Age: 28
Gender: Male

Appearance: Towering over most men, he stood at 6'4'' and weighed 219 lbs. His golden beard hung braided down to his chest. Eyes as dark and deep as the sea's he sails upon. His darkly tanned skin is dotted with scars, one can not help but notice two of these. One which runs from the outside of his left knee halfway down to his ankle. The other ran from the hairline just above his right ear, along the jaw to end just under his mouth. A leather chest plate, knee length bear skin leggings and bear skin boots made up the majority of his clothing, with a wolf skin cloak to protect him from the fierce weather.

Past: Born out at sea, Frey grew up knowing the harshness of his mistress. From one of the southern most tribes, his people were known as barbarians, even among his own kind they belonged to. The strongest of all the surrounding settlements would take to the sea for months at a time to sail up and down the coast, raiding what port towns/villages they thought would hold the most treasures.
Frey's mother was not aloud to keep her son. Being deposited on land, she watched as her newborn son sail away with his father to be raised as a warrior, never to see them again. His father then named him the name Frey which meant God of Weather, and the family name Sutherland meaning from the Southern Land. For many years after the young boy reached the age of twelve (when boys of the tribe begin to fight for survival) he learned to wield a dual sided axe, the favored weapon of his people. Then when he was fourteen he also began to train in the powers of the wind, but more importantly, of his mistress the sea.
It would be nearly five years before Frey would be involved in his first major raid. At the age of nineteen, he was not prepared to see his father slaughtered before his very eyes. The battle was won, but the young warrior had lost the only family he ever knew. Thus he became a fearless warrior of the tribe. Over the next couple of years he watched as many men joined their journeys each year, only to see just as many fall in battle.
Finally, after six years of living at sea, docking only a couple months of the year, Frey came to command his fathers ship at the age of twenty-five. Living for the moment, and the tribe of his people, he raided and pillaged along the southern coasts to burn, loot and pillage all he could to assure that those back home could survive.
Now at the age of twenty-eight, Frey Sutherland was a recognized name among the barbarian tribes. Surviving impossible odds to become the longest living leader for over thirty years, and to be one of the most unforgiving warriors to ever set sail on the southern seas.

Special Ability: Able to manipulate the winds of four corners to command his ships and knock his enemies off balance, and brings the mighty waves and currents of the oceans to do his bidding while at sea and while battling along ashore along the coast.