Post by Damian on Dec 3, 2010 18:09:14 GMT -8
True Name: Gohremdamian Mhiakam
Nickname(s): Dhole
Age: 90
Date of Birth: 9/13
Sexuality: bisexual
Kith: Night Elf
Abilities: Night vision
Loyalty: Army of the Green Flames
Status/Occupation: spy
Appearance: Damians skin is as black as night. His snow white hair lies in long, sloppy, mudstained strands with exception of his braid that tucks behind his right ear and emerges from his temple.His eyes are like murky puddles of brown mud, dull and lifeless unless stirred by an interesting idea. Damian stands at a hight of 5'9, his body is built up strong but he is extreamly dirty and scratched.He wears a thin raggged cloak with the hood often pulled up to hide his obvious snow white hair.
Personality: Contemplative , mindful , takes joy in victory even if it means death to others, sneaky, secretive
History:Grief and anger boiled up inside damian as he ran away from home. His parrents,thinking he had causing them to look like they broken the laws, quickly covered up his existance and disappearance as they had all his life. Drivin to a point without regret damian had ran without looking back thinking the mound was not his place. Damian had run to the city and by chance met Than.Than told damian of the councills treachary,Damian still had faith but when he returned to the mound feelign as if he had overreacted , he found his father sitting on the councill and looking down on him with terrible contempt, the same that eminated through the whole council Damian then killed his father along with 3 guard on his way out . Feeling as if thans words were true,he ran back to than and joined him.
Roleplay Sample: Damian stops and admires the the spring flowers. They are just beginning to bloom he thought in a state of wonder. Damian picks a few and continues on to the mound. Unsure of thans words about the council one thing was for sure in Damian's mind "By the end of tomorrow" Damian thought eagerly "my bastard of a father will be breathing no more". Damian smiled at this thinking "no thats not right i'm the the bastard child." Damian continued on at a slow pace sharpening a stone into a long curved knife in which he planed to use. Damian was now approaching the mound was near and was stumbling from near exhaustion he decided to rest for the night and plan for the day ahead.
Damian arose early the next morning and began walking again so he'd arrive just as dawn was arriving so darkness would cover him in his mission. Damian stumbled as he arrived at the mound. "still dark" he said to himself with a sigh of relief and entered the mounds doorway. Damian snuck in, air was damp is the first thing he noticed as he entered the mound the first thing he did was sneak behind the guards (who were faeries) using his ability night vision and eliminated both of them by driving his blade through their unsuspecting hearts and hiding there bodies in one of the many rooms of the mound . He recalled it must have been at least 4-5 years since he was last in here and it had changed very much and finding his father would be harder then he though so he figured the best place to start was at his old home. Damian slowly made his way through the mound cursing at the uneven ground. "damn ground." Damian said grumpily as he stumbled. Damian stumbled and cursed again when he heard footsteps and looked for a place to hide. "DAMMIT! DAMMIT! DAMMIT!" Damian cursed silently to himself over and over again his eyes widened with fear and mentally punishing himself not paying more attention to places he could hide. Just as the footsteps where finally approaching one quick thought ran through Damian's mind a thought that was simple enough idea one that could be carried out easy enough. "Kill it." Damian didn't have time to consider it even though his instincts were telling him to plan ahead. Damian brought up his stone knife and ran t'words the footsteps and when he was bringing the blade down the blade down upon his victims head he made the worst possible mistake he could ever make. He hesitated. Before him stood the person he came here looking for. The person he planed to execute. The one that stood in front of him was his father in the clothes of someone on the council. "Hello father" Damian said and the guards drug him all the way to the council room for sentencing.
The council room was different from last time Damian noticed it was much more dirty and felt contempt running through the room. Damian stood before his father paying no attention to the others with a mocking smile on his face to but really he was thinking of a plan. "Hmmm." Thought Damian. "Finally found a reason to rid of me father?" His father walked up to him, smirked, and whispered in him ear "You bet i did." Damian saw this as a chance to attack and did so. The guards were careless and didn't check him for weapons so he broke free from the guards grip and drew his stone dagger. His father ran at the sight to the back of the room and the other council members ran out the entrance the other guards standing by with a look of confusion. Damian smirked at it when he ducked and stabbed the guard to his left under his left breast puncturing his heart. Damian then jumped and rolled as he saw the other guard drawing his weapon up. The guard ran at him but Damian was quicker and dodged. Damian ran up behind the guards back while he was still recovering from that strike and ran his stone dagger through his back and into his heart.(This had become a tradition of damians as a kind of signature). damian smirked as he watched the other guard fall to the ground gasping for breath. Damian then turned his eyes to his father who was cowering behind a rather bulky night elf guard who had taken fancy to swords. Damian gave a hateful glance t'words his father and then t'words the remaining guard's in the room with a look of pure insanity and attacked the guard. This guard, unlike the others, was not taken surprise by Damian and was well prepared. Damian gritted his teeth as the shock of the guards sword ran up his stone dagger into his arm taking a sparing glance at the other guards he noticed they were still stunned. Damian and the guard danced for a while more when damian saw an opening and took it. The guard had hit the ground hard when he missed Damian's left flank enough for the shock to hurt so bad it made him drop his sword. Damian then played with the guard and his father by finishing the guard off slowly. First cutting off the guards fingers then slashing his chest and when he was done stuck his sword right under his left breast and punctured his heart laughing all the way through to mess with his father. When damian had finished and wiped the guards blood on his face (this would also happen from time to time) he stared at his father chuckling. "ARE YOU MAD" his father bellowed. "I see than was right the council is evil to let a scum like you be a part of it." Damian ran his now bloodied stone blade across his fathers face lightly scratching it. "father father" he said lightly staring into his fathers face which was full of confusion and fear. than the quickly ran his blade through his fathers heart. "goodnight" Damian said to his fathers final grunt. Damian then turned around and looked at the other guards. With a sigh of relief he realized they were still half dazed. He then ran through the council hall pushing past most the guards some had come to there senses and attacked but Damian had escaped injuring or killing the ones that got in his way out and he left the mound carrying the bloody blade with him in which he used to kill his father and thought of his fathers death again with a sinister smile spread across his face "The council is as bad as than has said." Damian thought "everything all true" and Damian went to than.
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Nickname(s): Dhole
Age: 90
Date of Birth: 9/13
Sexuality: bisexual
Kith: Night Elf
Abilities: Night vision
Loyalty: Army of the Green Flames
Status/Occupation: spy
Appearance: Damians skin is as black as night. His snow white hair lies in long, sloppy, mudstained strands with exception of his braid that tucks behind his right ear and emerges from his temple.His eyes are like murky puddles of brown mud, dull and lifeless unless stirred by an interesting idea. Damian stands at a hight of 5'9, his body is built up strong but he is extreamly dirty and scratched.He wears a thin raggged cloak with the hood often pulled up to hide his obvious snow white hair.
Personality: Contemplative , mindful , takes joy in victory even if it means death to others, sneaky, secretive
History:Grief and anger boiled up inside damian as he ran away from home. His parrents,thinking he had causing them to look like they broken the laws, quickly covered up his existance and disappearance as they had all his life. Drivin to a point without regret damian had ran without looking back thinking the mound was not his place. Damian had run to the city and by chance met Than.Than told damian of the councills treachary,Damian still had faith but when he returned to the mound feelign as if he had overreacted , he found his father sitting on the councill and looking down on him with terrible contempt, the same that eminated through the whole council Damian then killed his father along with 3 guard on his way out . Feeling as if thans words were true,he ran back to than and joined him.
Roleplay Sample: Damian stops and admires the the spring flowers. They are just beginning to bloom he thought in a state of wonder. Damian picks a few and continues on to the mound. Unsure of thans words about the council one thing was for sure in Damian's mind "By the end of tomorrow" Damian thought eagerly "my bastard of a father will be breathing no more". Damian smiled at this thinking "no thats not right i'm the the bastard child." Damian continued on at a slow pace sharpening a stone into a long curved knife in which he planed to use. Damian was now approaching the mound was near and was stumbling from near exhaustion he decided to rest for the night and plan for the day ahead.
Damian arose early the next morning and began walking again so he'd arrive just as dawn was arriving so darkness would cover him in his mission. Damian stumbled as he arrived at the mound. "still dark" he said to himself with a sigh of relief and entered the mounds doorway. Damian snuck in, air was damp is the first thing he noticed as he entered the mound the first thing he did was sneak behind the guards (who were faeries) using his ability night vision and eliminated both of them by driving his blade through their unsuspecting hearts and hiding there bodies in one of the many rooms of the mound . He recalled it must have been at least 4-5 years since he was last in here and it had changed very much and finding his father would be harder then he though so he figured the best place to start was at his old home. Damian slowly made his way through the mound cursing at the uneven ground. "damn ground." Damian said grumpily as he stumbled. Damian stumbled and cursed again when he heard footsteps and looked for a place to hide. "DAMMIT! DAMMIT! DAMMIT!" Damian cursed silently to himself over and over again his eyes widened with fear and mentally punishing himself not paying more attention to places he could hide. Just as the footsteps where finally approaching one quick thought ran through Damian's mind a thought that was simple enough idea one that could be carried out easy enough. "Kill it." Damian didn't have time to consider it even though his instincts were telling him to plan ahead. Damian brought up his stone knife and ran t'words the footsteps and when he was bringing the blade down the blade down upon his victims head he made the worst possible mistake he could ever make. He hesitated. Before him stood the person he came here looking for. The person he planed to execute. The one that stood in front of him was his father in the clothes of someone on the council. "Hello father" Damian said and the guards drug him all the way to the council room for sentencing.
The council room was different from last time Damian noticed it was much more dirty and felt contempt running through the room. Damian stood before his father paying no attention to the others with a mocking smile on his face to but really he was thinking of a plan. "Hmmm." Thought Damian. "Finally found a reason to rid of me father?" His father walked up to him, smirked, and whispered in him ear "You bet i did." Damian saw this as a chance to attack and did so. The guards were careless and didn't check him for weapons so he broke free from the guards grip and drew his stone dagger. His father ran at the sight to the back of the room and the other council members ran out the entrance the other guards standing by with a look of confusion. Damian smirked at it when he ducked and stabbed the guard to his left under his left breast puncturing his heart. Damian then jumped and rolled as he saw the other guard drawing his weapon up. The guard ran at him but Damian was quicker and dodged. Damian ran up behind the guards back while he was still recovering from that strike and ran his stone dagger through his back and into his heart.(This had become a tradition of damians as a kind of signature). damian smirked as he watched the other guard fall to the ground gasping for breath. Damian then turned his eyes to his father who was cowering behind a rather bulky night elf guard who had taken fancy to swords. Damian gave a hateful glance t'words his father and then t'words the remaining guard's in the room with a look of pure insanity and attacked the guard. This guard, unlike the others, was not taken surprise by Damian and was well prepared. Damian gritted his teeth as the shock of the guards sword ran up his stone dagger into his arm taking a sparing glance at the other guards he noticed they were still stunned. Damian and the guard danced for a while more when damian saw an opening and took it. The guard had hit the ground hard when he missed Damian's left flank enough for the shock to hurt so bad it made him drop his sword. Damian then played with the guard and his father by finishing the guard off slowly. First cutting off the guards fingers then slashing his chest and when he was done stuck his sword right under his left breast and punctured his heart laughing all the way through to mess with his father. When damian had finished and wiped the guards blood on his face (this would also happen from time to time) he stared at his father chuckling. "ARE YOU MAD" his father bellowed. "I see than was right the council is evil to let a scum like you be a part of it." Damian ran his now bloodied stone blade across his fathers face lightly scratching it. "father father" he said lightly staring into his fathers face which was full of confusion and fear. than the quickly ran his blade through his fathers heart. "goodnight" Damian said to his fathers final grunt. Damian then turned around and looked at the other guards. With a sigh of relief he realized they were still half dazed. He then ran through the council hall pushing past most the guards some had come to there senses and attacked but Damian had escaped injuring or killing the ones that got in his way out and he left the mound carrying the bloody blade with him in which he used to kill his father and thought of his fathers death again with a sinister smile spread across his face "The council is as bad as than has said." Damian thought "everything all true" and Damian went to than.
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