Post by Squire Ducky McFeelgood on Apr 10, 2009 14:57:06 GMT -5
Name: Nathaniel Weatherborne/Ducky McFeelgood/Daimion Fallen
Age: 22/ageless
Race: Human bound with a fallen Angel
Location: Byzantium
Appearance: a tall, stout man with a short beard and short brown hair. Usually smiling with a full belly, except when angered.
Weapons Style: short sword, round shield with a drop longsword
Alignment: neutral
This is a tale of many things happening... many things coming together and being forced, threw chaos and war, to find some sort of peace in this crazy world of the Dagorhir.
We should begin with what is the oldest of those that are this man. Daimion was an angel, dedicated to the slaughtering of the evil and unjust. He was a sword of the gods, and served with the searing truth of the light to guide him. But the gods grow weary of those who become to strong, and thus they betrayed him, ambushing him when his guard was down, and ripping his wings away from him. Without them, he fell to Earth. Angered, enraged, and being filled with hatred for the first time, he burned the land around him, clearing all life within a mile. He was soon met by a man, forsaken from his kingdom by betrayal as well. They were able to find a common bond on this world, and calm each others angers with unity. This continued on for ages, the two forming what is now known as the Bloodhorde. But he met a final betrayal by a group of merchants he was helping, and the grief was too much. Daimion slid away into the nether.
Nathaniel Weatherborne was the son of a well to do merchant, living in the small island kingdom of Freeport. Upon the age of 18, he began to work as a Navigator for one of the ships his father owned. During a brutal storm, the ship was ran aground. Nathaniel bumped his head hard somewhere during the chaos, and fell overboard. He was never found, and is presumed dead by his family.
On a shore, not to far, but covered in a thick mist, sat a small island. A lost and confused man woke up. Some crazy hairy dirty mess of something was breathing air into his lungs. He pushed the man away, and then quickly coughed, sucking the air in as hard as he could. The Mound was actually a man when he stood up, and he smiled at the lad. He said he was the Shaman of Feelgood, and he asked who i was. But i could not remember. Infact... i couldn't remember a thing. Not even my name. I asked him what was going on, where was i? i shouted at him until a panic came over me and i passed out again.
The shaman eventually pieced out that i must have been somebody from the sea, like a duck. and thus he named me Ducky. Over time i learned of Feelgood, and adopted its virtue and my name from it. After a while, i set out from the island to try and find out who i was, or what had happened to me, thou i didn't really seem to mind any more, now that i was Ducky. This is when i stumbled into the Ragnarok, and found the merchants of House Manticore. I served with them for a time, and they took me back to their home lands of Byzantium.
Soon the paths of the Bloodhorde met that of Ducky McFeelgood. Daimion had began to regather himself, only thou as a shade now. But he knew that with the powers of the dark blood pool, he could take the fallen body of Ducky and possess it. And so with the help of Ginsu, the body was slain and brought to the pool. Daimion possessed the man, and now he was free to claim his vengeance. But as the two live on now today, they are becoming more the same, and few would even know of Daimion execept when the wrath of his blood is unleashed.
Age: 22/ageless
Race: Human bound with a fallen Angel
Location: Byzantium
Appearance: a tall, stout man with a short beard and short brown hair. Usually smiling with a full belly, except when angered.
Weapons Style: short sword, round shield with a drop longsword
Alignment: neutral
This is a tale of many things happening... many things coming together and being forced, threw chaos and war, to find some sort of peace in this crazy world of the Dagorhir.
We should begin with what is the oldest of those that are this man. Daimion was an angel, dedicated to the slaughtering of the evil and unjust. He was a sword of the gods, and served with the searing truth of the light to guide him. But the gods grow weary of those who become to strong, and thus they betrayed him, ambushing him when his guard was down, and ripping his wings away from him. Without them, he fell to Earth. Angered, enraged, and being filled with hatred for the first time, he burned the land around him, clearing all life within a mile. He was soon met by a man, forsaken from his kingdom by betrayal as well. They were able to find a common bond on this world, and calm each others angers with unity. This continued on for ages, the two forming what is now known as the Bloodhorde. But he met a final betrayal by a group of merchants he was helping, and the grief was too much. Daimion slid away into the nether.
Nathaniel Weatherborne was the son of a well to do merchant, living in the small island kingdom of Freeport. Upon the age of 18, he began to work as a Navigator for one of the ships his father owned. During a brutal storm, the ship was ran aground. Nathaniel bumped his head hard somewhere during the chaos, and fell overboard. He was never found, and is presumed dead by his family.
On a shore, not to far, but covered in a thick mist, sat a small island. A lost and confused man woke up. Some crazy hairy dirty mess of something was breathing air into his lungs. He pushed the man away, and then quickly coughed, sucking the air in as hard as he could. The Mound was actually a man when he stood up, and he smiled at the lad. He said he was the Shaman of Feelgood, and he asked who i was. But i could not remember. Infact... i couldn't remember a thing. Not even my name. I asked him what was going on, where was i? i shouted at him until a panic came over me and i passed out again.
The shaman eventually pieced out that i must have been somebody from the sea, like a duck. and thus he named me Ducky. Over time i learned of Feelgood, and adopted its virtue and my name from it. After a while, i set out from the island to try and find out who i was, or what had happened to me, thou i didn't really seem to mind any more, now that i was Ducky. This is when i stumbled into the Ragnarok, and found the merchants of House Manticore. I served with them for a time, and they took me back to their home lands of Byzantium.
Soon the paths of the Bloodhorde met that of Ducky McFeelgood. Daimion had began to regather himself, only thou as a shade now. But he knew that with the powers of the dark blood pool, he could take the fallen body of Ducky and possess it. And so with the help of Ginsu, the body was slain and brought to the pool. Daimion possessed the man, and now he was free to claim his vengeance. But as the two live on now today, they are becoming more the same, and few would even know of Daimion execept when the wrath of his blood is unleashed.