HANZO'S Characters

Names: Dracolith

Gender: Male

Age: 300

Species: War Demon ( N’vaen)

Orientation: Neutral

Occupation: Sellsword for hire, Unanointed knight with no ties.

 

Appearance:

Pale with jet black hair,  crimson eyes and built like a front line fighter.

 

Wears a Great Helm with the engravings of a dragon fighting a knight, a full plated Pixane going from the chin of the helm down to cover his neck. A Hauberk was worn underneath a full covering Curiass ( Covers all around the front and back, also known as breastplate). The Faulds ran down to just cover his thighs while the Cuisse were wrapped around him from the thighs down.. Pauldrons, Brassart, and Plated Vambracce’s ran down his arms and into his gauntlets. Plated Greaves ran all the way down and into his Solleret’s.

 

As accessories he had a pelt of a white wolf wrapped around his shoulders, tinted with blood. A leather strap around his front was the home of a Hand and a half Bastard sword. Beside that was a pair of scimitars but with the hilts pointing down for quick drawing. A Full kite shield was usually attached to either his arm or upon his back. Inside of his Gauntlets was a small foot long blade that with a certaint tensing of the muscles, pushed the blades out against the palms of his hands.

 

All of his armor and weapons were made out of darksteel, something that had made him proud of the fact as he had earned enough coin since he was a young lad in order to buy them, one section at a time after a long grueling 200 years to achieve.

 

The full kite shield he had was decorated with a broken sword painted on the front, informing the world he was a knight with no master

 

Personality:

Kind and caring though with a ruthless streak in him when he wanted something. Honorable due to his want to be a knight. When he makes a Oath or takes a contract, he will fufil his end of the deal no mater the cost, Though he views oath breakers in a horrid way, more then happy to kill those who get in his way or even betray him. Though once the Knights respect is earned, he will do anything for his friends.

 

History:

Born in the gutters and abandoned as a child, Dracolith grew up starving in the streets as he did his best in order to survive untill one day a old Human knight had ended up traveling through the town to find Dracolith fighting against a group of older children as they tried to make the young demon submit and relinquish the loaf of bread he had ended up stealing in order to eat.

 

The knight sat and watched the fight for a few moments, noticing that Dracolith never backed down from his opponents  even though they were by far older and more built. Eventually the fight came to a end as Dracolith couldnt defend himself from them all at once. The knight looked over the damage of both parties, Dracolith unconscious in the mud with a bloodied face while two of the 6 children sported broken bones, one of the two having his forearm sticking out through the skin.

 

As the kids took their prize, the knight stepped up towards them, causing the group to disperse. With a shake of his head as a thought ran through his head, The knight picked up Dracolith and threw him into his cart. It would be a couple of days before the young N’vaen came back to the world of the living to find himself in a old fortress. The Demon would go exploring through the place he was in, not knowing how he had gotten there.

 

Comming upon a servant, the Demon’s hunger started to knaw at him, especially due to the lack of blood intake he was suffering from. Unable to help himself, he would attack the servant in order to partake of the flowing life force from the servant. This was the scene that the knight came upon. He had seen this in the war demons before, now knowing the young waiff he took was a demon.

 

When Dracolith was finished, he would look up to see the Knight standing infront of him. In fear, he tried to run though the knight had other plans. Quickly catching the young N’vaen, he would drag him through the fortress and out into the courtyard. Throwing him down, the knight grabbed a nearby training sword before tossing it infront of Dracolith “ Pick it up. Today you begin the most grueling time of your life, the life of a Knight” With that the knight charged the young boy, knocking him flat with the flat edge of a long hand and a half bastard sword.

 

The young demon cried out in pain as he was struck. Laying upon the ground for a few moments, he would slowly raise himself back up and grip the sword, the thought of the knight before him telling him that his life as a knight was beginning.  With that, he would rush and try to hack the knight before him. The old knight blocked the strike and with the clashing of blades began a long 10 years of training. The demon only being 10, he learned how to use Fire and to channel his magical properties into his body in order to deliver stronger strikes.

 

After the Demon turned 20, the old knight had gotten even older before becoming ill. Upon his deathbed, he called Dracolith forward to talk to him. The knight informed him that he was dying and he couldn't continue his training though all that was left was for him to master the style he was taught. The style of the Dragon. (It was the Knight’s own creation after watching two knights from the dragon court fight. ) As the knight was taking his last breaths, he gave Dracolith his Darksteel Great helm and his One and a half bastard sword. Telling the young N’vaen he would have to work hard and earn the money in order to buy the rest of the armor he would need.

 

As the young Demon watched the Human knight die, he would let the servants go as he set fire to the fortress, taking what was left of the treasury for provisions as he started off into the lands. He was never officially appointed as a knight but that didnt bother him as he began to look for odd jobs to earn coin. Soon he became a sellsword after learning of how much he could make with the profession.

 

The demons long standing dream was to become a anointed knight in order to bring Honor to his old mentor which is why he would always keep the great Helm and the Bastard sword he was given. Soon he would earn enough money to buy even more Darksteel armor and weapons.

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Abilities:

 

Firesword- Fire sword is where he channels what he knows of his magical ability to light his sword aflame in order to gain a edge against his opponents

 

Breaker- This allows him to channel large quantities of his energy into his sword or fist and either punch or slash at a surface, causing small fissures to appear in order to break shields or even crack the ground infront of him to unroot a opponent

 

Firewall-  As the name predicts, he can create a wall of fire to block off a doorway or to even separate enemies, the longest he has ever gotten this to go so far was 14 feet wide and 7 feet tall.

 

Unholy grace- Channeling all of his power into his body, he can enhance his strikes, speed and even his strength though he normally only does it to one part of his body at a time. If he does it to his full figure, it taxes his stamina after a short while

 

Firebreath- After his master’s training, he learned to breath fire out of the slits in his great helm in order to surprise opponents. Though he could breath it, it taxed him dearly and the more he used it the more his throat burned. Normally he only used it as a last resort since the last time he used it, he almost killed himself by inhaling some of the flame and it burned his body’s oxygen out quickly.

 

Weakness’s

 

Honor: Once he gives his word, he is Honor bound to follow it to the letter, no matter what he feels

 

WHen using his techniques, he tires faster then he would normally. (Lets say he can fight for two hours straight without using a technique but if he uses something like Unholy Grace right off the bat, his two hours drops down to 50 minutes. As an example)

 

 

Tri'akun 

 

He dose not know his Tri'akun state due to the fact he had never summoned it or knew of a way to learn it.