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full name: Daulton Darcengle previous name: Unknown. Darcengle taken as a last name a few hundred years after turning. URL:None species/race/clan: Vampyre approximate age: about 3,500 years gender:male hair colour: Black eye colour: dark brown type of character: Reserved Non Playing Character profession: Black Caste Assassin / Thief / History Educator stature:6� 3" family: friends and allies: None. Friends are only enemies that have not proved it yet. enemies: Anyone possibly abilities: important objects: none weapon of choice: long sword, poison |
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brief history:I was raised in the time before time. Men were men, smart women were admired, stupid women knew their place, and anyone who was not a citizen, was a slave! I was the youngest son of a wealthy merchant, 4 brothers older than me, 2 wasteful sisters along with them, and another below me. Three of my brothers and both older sisters died before I was a man, so it was between me, and my other brother to take over the family business. Naturally, he took control, of what he had no idea. I of course, had the choice of begging him to stay in the home I had grown up in, or joining the army. I never begged, and at 13 years old, I was already well trained with methods of combat. When our city was invaded, I was one of the men on the front lines, defending what was ours. I never even saw the arrows flying towards me, or my comrades fallen upon the ground beside me. When I was struck in the arm, the shaft piercing my armor, I barely felt it, and did not stop. In that last battle, I killed more than forty of those that attacked me, for every one that made a blow to my person. When night fell, and my own men retreated to the city walls, I crept along the cliffs, and found the Commander�s tent. With my body coated in the blood of my enemies, the dogs howled, straining at their constraints. His throat was slit, but not before his First Officer did discover me. I never felt terror before, and did not feel it then, when his long sword was digging into my cheek. As he approached me, I did not flinch, and when his fangs drove into my throat to take my life, my heart pounded in a steady rhythm. However, in that blood filled tent, so many centuries ago, I did not die. Or rather, my death that night was not a final death. The First Officer was a great strategist, and took me, this brave young soldier to the other side, to fight for eternity. He taught me for a fortnight, until he told me the only way our kind could die. Needless to say, my inherent curiosity required a demonstration. After that, I returned to my home, with a story of being taken prisoner, and escaping. Not likely, our enemies never allowed one of us to live, but my family was far too foolish to argue. My father was an old man, and my brother was making a failure at the business. My younger sister was well educated, and when my brother met an unfortunate accident, I had her take over, so that I could pursue other interests. I met many fools from which to feed, and even had a few childer, including turning my sister, so that she could maintain the business which kept us both in great luxury. Many of them died, one has gone missing, and one more, Modu disappointed me the most, becoming a do gooder, and spoiling many of my plans. Daulton is a reserved Non Playing Character, created for use by Starshine and NightCloud. He is now deceased |