Post by drake on Sept 13, 2007 22:03:02 GMT -5
Full Name: Drake Myk Drailman
Nicknames: The Fallen one
Height: six foot nine inches
Bloodline: Decendent of crusaders and paladins.
Gender: Male
Species: Arctic wolf\Arctic fox humanoid
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Wieght: 327 pounds. Just over 500 with his armour.
Allegiance:Wanderer
Age: 527 years
Appearance: A solid build of rippling muscle. Broad shoulders and a strong chest, Drake is a living example of fitness. What used to be pure snow white fur is now charcoal black and marked with crimson runes of some dark tongue. He resembles a fox more then a wolf, But it hard to tell when he is in his armour.
Drake wears a full suit of pitch black armour, Constructed out of mainly steel, It is magicaly infused with the rare and incredably hard metal boron. Giving it a hardness that rivals diamond.
The armour is a mix between plates, covering most of his body, and chainmail covering mainly his joints.
Lots of maliscous hooks and barbs hang off his armour, Some still contain the dead flesh of his fallen foes.
The helm is full and completely covers his face, conforming to the shape of his muzzle, But remaining much wider to allow him to speak, even if it is muffled. The ears of the helm expand out forming almost bat wings on his head. Adding to his dreadful appearence.
The armour has never been cleaned and contains no luster, The metal seems tired after centuries of abuse and constant use. Though there are many scrapes, scratches, some scuffs and minor dents, The armour is still sturdy as the day it was forged, dozens of decades ago.
On his left paw he wears the fearsome Wretched Spawn gauntlet.
Quadruple the size of his right gauntlet, With sharp claws 8 inches long it serves as both a weapon and an armour piece
Personality: Pride and honer govern most of Drakes actions, He obeys the code of chivalry with a religiouse zeal. Coming into contact with this mentality is an explosive temper and incurable wrestlessness. Drake will often try to do good, But on many occasions he has done mor harm. In many cases dispensing a uncalled for and cruel amount of justice, Such as decapitating petty thieves he has caught in the act.
The fox-lupine has a fierce loyalty to an unseen god, One who is merely played off as an hallucination by all who he has explained it to. It appears to him in a ball of ever changing light. Calling itself the "Architecture of Aggression" it speaks to him in barely heard whispers and bizarre dreams.
Drake is trustworthy and easily manipulated by those capable of appearing as loyal or ones of good intentions.
When asked for forgiveness he will forgive, Unless he is in a state of blind rage.
Weapons: The Demented blade of the Heartless one. A zweihander, It measures 8 feet from the hilt to the blades tip. 4 feet wide, It comes to a curve at the end. The front of the sword is a clean edge made for chopping. The back is blunt, almost 5 inches thick, With large spikes adorning every few inches. The rounded spikes are about three inches in length. The end of the sword, Just before it curves to a tip, has a gigantic hollow. creating a hook in the blunt side, Able to fit it around most peoples weiste and essentially 'grab' them with his sword. The sword isn't perticulirly sharp, Smashing through things with blunt force more then cutting.
Drake is actually untrained in this weapon, Though what is lacking in skill he makes up for with brute force.
Magic: Drake is so wrought with pure hatred and rage that a poison secretes on his blade and Wretched gauntlet. A toxin that attacks pain receptors, It is debilitating but non-fatal.
Knowledges:
Drake is very keen about grappling and thus is hard to be out menuver when it comes to a wrestling match.
Drake has learned to "role with the punches" and minimize damage done to him, Allowing him to take more of it.
Weaknesses:
Drake is very open to telepathic attacks.
Electric and fire spells transfer easily through his armour and may be amplified as well.
Electricity can stun him easily.
Loud, High pitched noises will send him into a raving fit.
Hitting or pulling his tail will cause him to have a substantial loss in strength and will power.
Resistances:
Being stunned by other then electrical attacks.
Major resistance against dark magic due to paladin training
Immunities:
Drake can mentally block out pain.
Aging.
Fighting style:
Drake mixes up wild, unpredictable swings from his blade with cleaner, more aimed swipes of his gauntlet. As well as a solid amount of grappling.
Combat techniques
Smash Grab: Drake does a quick motion with his blade, Hitting the enemy with the side of the large sword. The hit is designed to bump the foe into Drake's awaiting gauntlet where he will grab them.
Violence Parry: Drake uses a part of his body, Normally his sword, gauntlet or chest to violently smash against a foes attack and either overpower them or knock them off balance. Though if he attempts this with out hitting the foes weapons, He will likely throw himself off balance.
Abilities: Drake is strong, Even for one of his stature and build. He is easily able to pick someone who wieghs as much as he does, armour included, up with a single arm and toss or slam them with mild effort.
Drake is also able to survive tremendaus wounds and recover fully from them if given time. Giving him a staying power that is rarely seen.
Drake can inspire fear into his enemies, With wild savage swings of such a fearsome weapon, gutteral growls and howls and just an overwhelming pressence in battle. The bad side to this is that Drake is just as likely to scare friendly troops aswell.
Drake's bones are harder then that of his own armour. Often a foes sword will get stuck in his bone, Quite painful but often leaving the foe with out a weapon.
Drake's armour will mend its self of an major damage after a battle.
Anyone who steals energy will get more then they bargained for, they will get a taste of the both curses afflicting Drake.
History: Born into a line of crusaders whom served A high lord. Drake was raised to for battle of the physical and spiritual kind.
His childhood was as hard as can be expected. Little to no time for play, Rigid study and prayer as well as rugged and demanding training.
The youngest of three brothers, Drake managed to pass. His performance was not horrid, But there had been better then him. This led little attention to be shown Drakes way.
Once becoming a young adult, He was finally given his armour. Nearly white from the shine, It was the signature of all paladins.
Drake completed his task with out question, Rarely failing, When he did often due to others mistakes.
His last mission was to bring to justice two witches. Mother Wrestless and Sister Anger. Valiantly he faught his way through the summoned monsters and demons until he confronted the two.
After long battle, Drake was over come by the combined forces of the two. His punishment was to be cursed with Mother Wrestlessness uneasyness. Never again was Drake to be calm of able to enjoy peace. He could never sleep, No matter how tired he was. The second was being infected with sister Anger's wrath, Placing a deep seeded burning hatred for everything in his heart.
No longer could he appreciate anything, Love anyone. All he felt was contempt for all life.
Drake managed to escape further punishment and soon returned to his clan of crusaders. Unable to follow any but the simplest codes, He soon found himself abandoned and disowned after starting a fight with his brothers, Almost killing one.
Angry, wrestless and utterly alone, He began searching the land for a cure to his blight.
Along his centuries of traveling, He came across a foe with a mighty set of armor and large sword meant for butchering mounts right from under riders. He soon found his weapons to have little effect on the hardened armour. Having to resort to grappling the knight and drowning him in a nearby river to defeat him.
In a fit of rage fueled madness, He stripped the body and donned the armour himself. Something completly against his code, As it shown disrespect to the fallen foe. Finding the armour to be much better then his simple steel one, He has remained with it ever since.
The Wretched Spawn gauntlet was aquired when Drake killed a merchant of the black market, The gauntlet being one of the items for sale.
His age is quite old for his speciese, It seems the hatred and wrestless have become a sort of energy source for the wolf-fox, Keeping him alive hundreds of years more then he was have normally been.
Drake still looks for a way to removes his duel curse, Which seems to be unremovable by any known means.
Occupation: Crusader, Mercinary
Class: Swordsman
Friends: None yet.
Enemies: Anything that Drake considers evil and unjust.
Family: All deceased
Hobbies: [/b]Pacing, scratching his head and grunting in fustration.
Nicknames: The Fallen one
Height: six foot nine inches
Bloodline: Decendent of crusaders and paladins.
Gender: Male
Species: Arctic wolf\Arctic fox humanoid
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Wieght: 327 pounds. Just over 500 with his armour.
Allegiance:Wanderer
Age: 527 years
Appearance: A solid build of rippling muscle. Broad shoulders and a strong chest, Drake is a living example of fitness. What used to be pure snow white fur is now charcoal black and marked with crimson runes of some dark tongue. He resembles a fox more then a wolf, But it hard to tell when he is in his armour.
Drake wears a full suit of pitch black armour, Constructed out of mainly steel, It is magicaly infused with the rare and incredably hard metal boron. Giving it a hardness that rivals diamond.
The armour is a mix between plates, covering most of his body, and chainmail covering mainly his joints.
Lots of maliscous hooks and barbs hang off his armour, Some still contain the dead flesh of his fallen foes.
The helm is full and completely covers his face, conforming to the shape of his muzzle, But remaining much wider to allow him to speak, even if it is muffled. The ears of the helm expand out forming almost bat wings on his head. Adding to his dreadful appearence.
The armour has never been cleaned and contains no luster, The metal seems tired after centuries of abuse and constant use. Though there are many scrapes, scratches, some scuffs and minor dents, The armour is still sturdy as the day it was forged, dozens of decades ago.
On his left paw he wears the fearsome Wretched Spawn gauntlet.
Quadruple the size of his right gauntlet, With sharp claws 8 inches long it serves as both a weapon and an armour piece
Personality: Pride and honer govern most of Drakes actions, He obeys the code of chivalry with a religiouse zeal. Coming into contact with this mentality is an explosive temper and incurable wrestlessness. Drake will often try to do good, But on many occasions he has done mor harm. In many cases dispensing a uncalled for and cruel amount of justice, Such as decapitating petty thieves he has caught in the act.
The fox-lupine has a fierce loyalty to an unseen god, One who is merely played off as an hallucination by all who he has explained it to. It appears to him in a ball of ever changing light. Calling itself the "Architecture of Aggression" it speaks to him in barely heard whispers and bizarre dreams.
Drake is trustworthy and easily manipulated by those capable of appearing as loyal or ones of good intentions.
When asked for forgiveness he will forgive, Unless he is in a state of blind rage.
Weapons: The Demented blade of the Heartless one. A zweihander, It measures 8 feet from the hilt to the blades tip. 4 feet wide, It comes to a curve at the end. The front of the sword is a clean edge made for chopping. The back is blunt, almost 5 inches thick, With large spikes adorning every few inches. The rounded spikes are about three inches in length. The end of the sword, Just before it curves to a tip, has a gigantic hollow. creating a hook in the blunt side, Able to fit it around most peoples weiste and essentially 'grab' them with his sword. The sword isn't perticulirly sharp, Smashing through things with blunt force more then cutting.
Drake is actually untrained in this weapon, Though what is lacking in skill he makes up for with brute force.
Magic: Drake is so wrought with pure hatred and rage that a poison secretes on his blade and Wretched gauntlet. A toxin that attacks pain receptors, It is debilitating but non-fatal.
Knowledges:
Drake is very keen about grappling and thus is hard to be out menuver when it comes to a wrestling match.
Drake has learned to "role with the punches" and minimize damage done to him, Allowing him to take more of it.
Weaknesses:
Drake is very open to telepathic attacks.
Electric and fire spells transfer easily through his armour and may be amplified as well.
Electricity can stun him easily.
Loud, High pitched noises will send him into a raving fit.
Hitting or pulling his tail will cause him to have a substantial loss in strength and will power.
Resistances:
Being stunned by other then electrical attacks.
Major resistance against dark magic due to paladin training
Immunities:
Drake can mentally block out pain.
Aging.
Fighting style:
Drake mixes up wild, unpredictable swings from his blade with cleaner, more aimed swipes of his gauntlet. As well as a solid amount of grappling.
Combat techniques
Smash Grab: Drake does a quick motion with his blade, Hitting the enemy with the side of the large sword. The hit is designed to bump the foe into Drake's awaiting gauntlet where he will grab them.
Violence Parry: Drake uses a part of his body, Normally his sword, gauntlet or chest to violently smash against a foes attack and either overpower them or knock them off balance. Though if he attempts this with out hitting the foes weapons, He will likely throw himself off balance.
Abilities: Drake is strong, Even for one of his stature and build. He is easily able to pick someone who wieghs as much as he does, armour included, up with a single arm and toss or slam them with mild effort.
Drake is also able to survive tremendaus wounds and recover fully from them if given time. Giving him a staying power that is rarely seen.
Drake can inspire fear into his enemies, With wild savage swings of such a fearsome weapon, gutteral growls and howls and just an overwhelming pressence in battle. The bad side to this is that Drake is just as likely to scare friendly troops aswell.
Drake's bones are harder then that of his own armour. Often a foes sword will get stuck in his bone, Quite painful but often leaving the foe with out a weapon.
Drake's armour will mend its self of an major damage after a battle.
Anyone who steals energy will get more then they bargained for, they will get a taste of the both curses afflicting Drake.
History: Born into a line of crusaders whom served A high lord. Drake was raised to for battle of the physical and spiritual kind.
His childhood was as hard as can be expected. Little to no time for play, Rigid study and prayer as well as rugged and demanding training.
The youngest of three brothers, Drake managed to pass. His performance was not horrid, But there had been better then him. This led little attention to be shown Drakes way.
Once becoming a young adult, He was finally given his armour. Nearly white from the shine, It was the signature of all paladins.
Drake completed his task with out question, Rarely failing, When he did often due to others mistakes.
His last mission was to bring to justice two witches. Mother Wrestless and Sister Anger. Valiantly he faught his way through the summoned monsters and demons until he confronted the two.
After long battle, Drake was over come by the combined forces of the two. His punishment was to be cursed with Mother Wrestlessness uneasyness. Never again was Drake to be calm of able to enjoy peace. He could never sleep, No matter how tired he was. The second was being infected with sister Anger's wrath, Placing a deep seeded burning hatred for everything in his heart.
No longer could he appreciate anything, Love anyone. All he felt was contempt for all life.
Drake managed to escape further punishment and soon returned to his clan of crusaders. Unable to follow any but the simplest codes, He soon found himself abandoned and disowned after starting a fight with his brothers, Almost killing one.
Angry, wrestless and utterly alone, He began searching the land for a cure to his blight.
Along his centuries of traveling, He came across a foe with a mighty set of armor and large sword meant for butchering mounts right from under riders. He soon found his weapons to have little effect on the hardened armour. Having to resort to grappling the knight and drowning him in a nearby river to defeat him.
In a fit of rage fueled madness, He stripped the body and donned the armour himself. Something completly against his code, As it shown disrespect to the fallen foe. Finding the armour to be much better then his simple steel one, He has remained with it ever since.
The Wretched Spawn gauntlet was aquired when Drake killed a merchant of the black market, The gauntlet being one of the items for sale.
His age is quite old for his speciese, It seems the hatred and wrestless have become a sort of energy source for the wolf-fox, Keeping him alive hundreds of years more then he was have normally been.
Drake still looks for a way to removes his duel curse, Which seems to be unremovable by any known means.
Occupation: Crusader, Mercinary
Class: Swordsman
Friends: None yet.
Enemies: Anything that Drake considers evil and unjust.
Family: All deceased
Hobbies: [/b]Pacing, scratching his head and grunting in fustration.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.