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Aug. 8th, 2020 12:50 pmABOUT Appearance Dragon boy Abilities Wind based spells, very handy with a sword About Ex-slave, he has several large scars, the most notable of which are the cross-shaped scar on his chest and the big rents in his back where his wings used to be. |
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Jun. 2nd, 2020 10:04 amSeries: Arc: Twilight of the Spirits
Name: Darc
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Species: Half Drakyr, half human.
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Red
Height: 5'11'' (headcanon)
Distinguishing features: other than the obvious from the picture below, he also has a ton of scars, the most notable of which are the cross shaped scar over the right side of his chest, two long scars on the opposite collarbone, and the scars on his back where his wings were torn off. I headcanon these as being kind of a mess (you know, because of the whole being torn off thing), so they're badly healed and you can see the jagged stumps of bone beneath the surface. Lovely!
Orientation: Probably leaning towards het, but flexible.
Kinks: here, though this is mostly for games, I'm more flexible when it comes to memes.
Reference pic:
(I'll flesh this out later, if I ever get my act together and actually play him. Something you specifically want to know? Just ask!)
Name: Darc
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Species: Half Drakyr, half human.
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Red
Height: 5'11'' (headcanon)
Distinguishing features: other than the obvious from the picture below, he also has a ton of scars, the most notable of which are the cross shaped scar over the right side of his chest, two long scars on the opposite collarbone, and the scars on his back where his wings were torn off. I headcanon these as being kind of a mess (you know, because of the whole being torn off thing), so they're badly healed and you can see the jagged stumps of bone beneath the surface. Lovely!
Orientation: Probably leaning towards het, but flexible.
Kinks: here, though this is mostly for games, I'm more flexible when it comes to memes.
Reference pic:
(I'll flesh this out later, if I ever get my act together and actually play him. Something you specifically want to know? Just ask!)
Memory 2 - AFD
Sep. 18th, 2016 06:51 pm[A dark and gloomy place. The air is filled with
sparks of lightning, and the view slowly drops to a house fixed onto a rock.
The area around the house doesn’t appear too inviting, and yelling can be
heard. It’s obvious that the person yelling is being whipped by someone else.]
Darc: Aaaagh!!
Malicious Voice: Don’t toy with me! You little snot!
Darc: Arrgh...
Malicious Voice: Don’t look at me like that! You worm! You little bastard!
Darc: Owwwww!!
Malicious Voice: You can’t stand up to me! Haw haw haw!
[Darc is being continuously whipped until he eventually passes out. Once unconscious, a vision of his father appears to him]
Windalf: “Darc...
Save...the Deimos...”
The vision fades, and Darc slowly comes back to consciousness, his body raw and filled with pain. He is laying on his stomach in what appears to be a dungeon. Chains hang from the ceiling and walls, and the interior appears to be made up cold, damp stone. There's a bowl of water and an empty plate on the floor, and rats run about freely. Finally getting up to his knees, Darc shows some life.]
Darc: ...Damn...!
[A fat woman appears on screen, though she is only seen from the feet to her
arm. She carries a cane and is addressed, in her label, as Geedo.]
Geedo: Just how long were you planning to sleep?!
[Cut to her face. It’s a cross between a frog and a fish, with ugly ears
poking out of her face and a bottom jaw. She wears a golden
broach and she has cold, wicked eyes. From the view given, she’s looking
down at Darc.]
Geedo: I have an errand for you to run. Get to Orcoth and buy me some
Phoenix Blood! Now listen carefully...If you spend the money on
junk or lose it somewhere along the way...
[She slaps the cane into the palm of her left hand.]
Geedo: I think you get my drift! Don’t you?
[Darc, still on his hands and knees, nods.]
Geedo: Then get out of here! Stop slouching around!
[Geedo gives Darc 100 G and leaves. Painfully, Darc drags himself to his feet]
sparks of lightning, and the view slowly drops to a house fixed onto a rock.
The area around the house doesn’t appear too inviting, and yelling can be
heard. It’s obvious that the person yelling is being whipped by someone else.]
Darc: Aaaagh!!
Malicious Voice: Don’t toy with me! You little snot!
Darc: Arrgh...
Malicious Voice: Don’t look at me like that! You worm! You little bastard!
Darc: Owwwww!!
Malicious Voice: You can’t stand up to me! Haw haw haw!
[Darc is being continuously whipped until he eventually passes out. Once unconscious, a vision of his father appears to him]
Windalf: “Darc...
Save...the Deimos...”
The vision fades, and Darc slowly comes back to consciousness, his body raw and filled with pain. He is laying on his stomach in what appears to be a dungeon. Chains hang from the ceiling and walls, and the interior appears to be made up cold, damp stone. There's a bowl of water and an empty plate on the floor, and rats run about freely. Finally getting up to his knees, Darc shows some life.]
Darc: ...Damn...!
[A fat woman appears on screen, though she is only seen from the feet to her
arm. She carries a cane and is addressed, in her label, as Geedo.]
Geedo: Just how long were you planning to sleep?!
[Cut to her face. It’s a cross between a frog and a fish, with ugly ears
poking out of her face and a bottom jaw. She wears a golden
broach and she has cold, wicked eyes. From the view given, she’s looking
down at Darc.]
Geedo: I have an errand for you to run. Get to Orcoth and buy me some
Phoenix Blood! Now listen carefully...If you spend the money on
junk or lose it somewhere along the way...
[She slaps the cane into the palm of her left hand.]
Geedo: I think you get my drift! Don’t you?
[Darc, still on his hands and knees, nods.]
Geedo: Then get out of here! Stop slouching around!
[Geedo gives Darc 100 G and leaves. Painfully, Darc drags himself to his feet]
Memory 1 - AFD
Sep. 18th, 2016 06:33 pm[A young son helps his terribly injured father walk through a barren, desert-like land. The son helps him, although he is considerably smaller in size and stature, looking to be around 7 yeard old. He looks half-human and half-Drakyr, complete with a human face, an clawed arm, Drakyr wings, small horns on his head, and a human arm.]
Dying Windalf: Darc...I can’t...go any farther
Young Darc: Father, what are you talking about?
Dying Windalf: Leave me....
Young Darc: I’ll take you somewhere safe...You’ll get better...
[They stagger on until they reach the forested ruins of a church sanctuary...]
Young Darc: Father, you should be able to rest up here.
Dying Windalf: Darc....Take this...
[holds out a glowing green stone which seems to be broken in half]
Young Darc: What is it?
Dying Windalf: The Spirits....May they guide you. And take you...down the path,
you are meant to go.
Young Darc: Father...? Father....? Father!!!
[Windalf dies, leaving Darc crying and alone]
Dying Windalf: Darc...I can’t...go any farther
Young Darc: Father, what are you talking about?
Dying Windalf: Leave me....
Young Darc: I’ll take you somewhere safe...You’ll get better...
[They stagger on until they reach the forested ruins of a church sanctuary...]
Young Darc: Father, you should be able to rest up here.
Dying Windalf: Darc....Take this...
[holds out a glowing green stone which seems to be broken in half]
Young Darc: What is it?
Dying Windalf: The Spirits....May they guide you. And take you...down the path,
you are meant to go.
Young Darc: Father...? Father....? Father!!!
[Windalf dies, leaving Darc crying and alone]
