Post by sbs on Dec 6, 2008 3:30:35 GMT -5
Daikus;;
is now Returning from the pits of hell
is now Returning from the pits of hell
About You;;
behind the RPer
behind the RPer
We've been through this... about several freaking times... you know what... I'm just gonna say blah to all of this portion... Name: blah Age: blah-teen Years of Rping: blah to blah blahs Contact:blah, blah, blah blah, blah AIM, blah's Crysisprince89 |
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ID Tag;;
Alias: Daikus Name: Unknown Gender: Male Orientation: Straight Real Age: 200 Physical Age: Nineteen Species: Vampire Sire: Unknown Religious Affiliation: None. Wealth: unknown Job: none |
Dear Diary;;
Specialties: 1. Swordmaster 2. Gunslinger 3. Quick Silver 4. Air Hike 5. Crimson Fury 6. Tears of Meji 7. Dead sight 8. Enhanced and Heightened: -Senses (Smell, taste, feeling, Sight, and hearing) -Speed -Strength -Endurance -Reflexes -Reaction Timing Summary: Since the creation of the blade Daikus was trained in swordsmanship. Through out his many years of life he has never once lacked when training a blade and has mastered almost every form of the sword around the world he has traveled, thus earning the title of a swordmaster. It was when the invention of the first true firearm made it's appearance into the world that Daikus became intreaged with this new form of weaponry, he himself obtaining a six shooter revelover became very accustomed to the firearm rather quickly. Training with it vigerously he soon became bored of the weapon and created a form of "gunslinging" so to speak. Daikus, always fond of creating new methods of battle harnessed his incredible speed and agility, perfecting it to the point of near teleportation, he dubbed this form Quicksilver do to how slow the opponent moved within his eyes. Using his emense vampiric strength, Daikus can launch into the air at rather dizzing hieghts, combined with his speed... he seems to dart across the air at times, a spectator before dying called what Daikus was doing, Air Hiking. Crimson Fury is an art perfected by Daikus at an early age when he ruled as the king of the Drow, through tapping into the primal side of his brain, his reaction timing, reflexes, senses, and agility all increase. Used in unison with his vampiric enhancements, Daikus can see farther and more detailed, hear clearer, smell more defined smells such as fear, react quicker than any feline, dodge and counter far more superior than any well trained warrior. Dead Sight is another abstract form of fighting developed when brought into the world of vampirism. Through telepathically linking with the target, he breaches the inner cortext of your mind, not only seeing your next five moves, but also conjuering up your darkest nightmares and deepest fears. Tears of Meji; an art of the sword Daikus developed whilst he was in Japan durring the Boshin war. Fighting many of samurai he took only thier finest moves and composed them into a majestic, powerful and superbly lethal art form. Many of the move sets were derived from both Hitokiri and Shensingumi warriors a like... move list:
Weakness: 1. Sunlight 2. Silver 3. Dead Sight 4.Crimson Fury Summary: Like all vampiric beings, the sun is Daikus' worse threat, though unlike other vampires that usual spontaniously combust when coming in contact with the sun. Durring the day Daikus' strength deminises almost completely, if placed within UV rays his skin slowly and painfully begins to burn over the process of an hour... Daikus' flesh begins to char and any other prolonged exposure to the sun or to UV rays equals a slow and painful death of falling to ash. When Daikus comes in contact with silver, he grows a wildly uncontrolable rash that irritates him. Further prolonged exposure to the substance leads into a malicious attack at his own infected flesh. Though Dead sight is a magnificent style upon it's own, it has many draw backs. One of which is that it opens his mind up to mental attacks and often the nightmares and fears he conjures within a person will also manifest within his own mind. |
Appearance;;
Hair: Long, snow white hair that stops at the back of his knees. Eyes: smoke gray Height: five foot seven Marks: none Race: and ancient race of warriors that was killed and wipped out by Vicious known as the Drow Skin Tone: Ivory Body Type: Built. Clothing Style: mid century goth, often wears a black hooded cloak Footwear: Greeves Summary: Long, snow white hair that reaches just below this ancient warrior's knees acts as a veil that hides his peircing smoke gray eyes and Ivory skin. Covering his built porcelin colored body is a vasade compilation of cream, gray, and white ancient Drown armor that seems more like clothing. Covering his marble colored hands are glove like guantlets made of the same material. From his knees down are covered in greeves are both flexible and strong. At his right side is a customized firearm made specifically for only him while opposite to it is the sheathed broadsword that can trace it's legacy back five hundred years before the Spartans. |
Personality;; Likes: 1. Heavy Metal 2. Trance Techno 3. Pizza 4. Vodka 5. Beautiful Women 6. writing his novel he has started since the 1800's Dislikes: 1. Lycans 2. Pure Bloods 3. Shifters 4. Katanas Flaws: 1. Envys Humans 2. His attitude 3. His mouth Summary: One would not think that such a man from ancient times would enjoy such modern things as Daikus does, and most would be sadly mistaken. Daiksu enjoys the violent and fast pace of heavy metal rock and roll, he will often be cuaght humming along to a tune while attacking his victims or even slaughtering many innocent. Trance techno is rather relaxing form of music for this Drow, when not inticed by blooshed or looking for a good fight, he will simply relax, listening to trance tecnho while countinue to write his novel. Of all the modern food this new world has to offer this man throughly enjoys himself a good pizza, the only thing better than blood to wash it down in his opinion would be vodka. Daikus is also neither the type to shy away from a beautiful woman when he see's one, whether for a bite to eat, a simple flirt, merely company, or even maybe a passionate one night stand... And like all people who have their likes, there is also a flip side to this coin... Amoungst the things he despises most is Japanese steel. Having his life nearly taken many times by that type of blade he cannot stand the sight of katana no be in the presence of one who uses it. If in a conflict with a katana weilder, Daiksu will hastily and profeciently finnish the oppoent off before they are capable of using the blade to it's full potential. It was durring the first mayjor war between the humans and the supernatural, and through being Sired into Vampirism by Animus that this only survivng Drow hates all things in human. Whether it be his own race, lycanthrope or even shifters. He will never be able to obtain an understanding with them and thus deems the to die. At this age of his life Daikus has grown an envy towards what he once was. He is jealeous at how the humans can live at such peaceful times and in such blissful ignorance, though he is greatful for not being one in this age of weakness he still despises the fact of how easy they have their lives set out, how they can see the light of day, how they can grow old and die and how carefree they are... |
Background Check;; Family Members: Ronil Ethiel- Father [Dead] Birth Place: Tristel Drol [Drow Kingdom] Childhood: Due to the many years of living he has undergone he often forgets things of his past. Transformation: Daikus is the only fledgling of Vicious. Prey: Like his sire, Daikus drinks only on accasion, often attacking beautiful women. However unlike his sire he plays with them first, seducing them to the point where they could melt in his hands. Fang Power: Daikus' fangs carry in them potent venom that once in the blood stream and it mingles with oxygen will begin decompisition immediately as a rappid pace that only takes an hour for the body to completely decompose. Other Transformation: Daikus, like his sire does not turn his prey for reasons only known to him. History: It is said those who live by the blade... die with it. For the Drow this held true even in their families. Our story begins in an ancient world not as we know it, a rather different place where the blade was law, and the law... did not exsist. Durring ancient time a race of warriors exsisted, far more fearce than the Spartans, far more overwhelming than the persion army, Even far more dreadful than Vlad Dracul's wrath... They were known as the Drow. These mighty yet ruthless warriors ruled over an empire far grater than rome ever could imagined. From Germany to China was filled with these mighty warriors, their prized kingdom, Tristel Drol. And thus our story begins with the birth of a young man. It was the night of the blood moon, the queen of Tristel Drol gave birth to a young man and soon died after deleviering him. His father Ronil Ethiel bestowed upon him his name Daikus, their god of death. It wasn't long before they would learn how litteral his name would become. From the age of five on he was taught the ways of the Drow, their battle forms, their way of life, their rules and even their traditions. It was at the young age of eight he was sent off to prrove himself worthy to his father. Three years later he returned, the young blood sodden boy returned, already toppling three rebellion on his own. It was only then he was truely accepted as the Drow Prince, Daikus trained on his own fighting many and killing thousands in wars until the age of fifteen... The night was cold and death's presence lingered, the young Daikus protruded quitely into his father's chambers and killed him in his sleep. Beheading him he took the sword of generations, Belial, and his father's head. Presenting it to the kingdom he was asended to the new kind at the young age of fifteen. Through all the upcoming years they fought countless battle wining each campaign until they met their equal... The Spartans. Two years after Daikus accended to the throne, the kingdom of Tristle Drol was boxed into what was ancient russia. It would be for another two years that they stood as one of the most powerful civilizations known. That was until he appeared, weilding only a broadsword this silver haired man appeared one night, maliciously attacking and slaughtering millions within the kingdom. The knights, even the civilians stood no chance agianst this single man who moved like lightning. The young king, now nineteen was seeing his ancestors legacy destroyed in less than seconds. Enraged he took arms agianst this beast, the battle was horendous and hell raising but in the end it was the unknown man whom prooved to be the victor. As he felt his life slowly fading from him, Daikus will always recall the feeling of a sharp pain in his neck before he was reborn. Seconds dragged into minutes, minutes sluggishly formed into hours and hours slowly passed into days before Daikus awaken from the dead. He awoke in a cave, barron and alone with only his blade and the armor on his back. Unknown to what had happened he traveled to Tristel Drol only to see it burned to the ground. Enraged he followed the man's scent that he had fought with, his name repeating over and over within his head, Animus... It wasn't long before the sun was about to rise. Instincts told him to hide before this happened but he was caught in the daylight before he could get to a cave, Blood began boiling, skin resinating smoke as it singed and sizzled. Daikus felt a pain beyond all other before finding shelter, It was then he relised what he was... what the man was... what the man had made him into... a vampire... Traveling durring the night and training his newly aquired talents, he fed ever so often and found himself in Japan durring the Boshin war... It was here, on this island, durring that exact time period was when Daikus' skills as a swordsman grew to a new level. Durring this war he fought both hittokiri and Shinsengumi alike learning their styles and incorperating a few of their moves with smal variations into a new art form of the sword. It wasn't until he crossed blades with the Nimbu wolf, Saito Hajime that he actually began perfecting his sword style. For a human the Shinsengumi general fought extremely well nearly taking Daikus' life but sparing him only do to the valiant fight they had. Daikus took what he learned, reinvinting it so to speak to use perfectly for his broadsword. With this style of sword play mixed with his old things, he became undefeatable, slaying most hitokiri and Shinsengumi as well as any other that weilded a blade. During this time of war Daikus' unquenchable thirst and appitiete for blood was becoming full-filled. However it was under one cresent mooned night that he met the legendary hitokiri that was carving a path through history... the Hitokiri Battosai... Their battle lasted hours, he moved as such incredibely high speeds that seemed unattainable for a mere human. Each time a block or strike was given by one side, the other would surely start a chain reaction of counters. Much to Daikus' distaste, he finally knew what defeat felt like, the sun was rising and he had to depart the battle. He took what he learned in the battle with Battosai and studied it, trained with it even working out all the loop holes and figuring out how he could make the form perfect and compile it with the other forms he had reinivated over the years of the Boshin war. He spent his time until war end, killing other samurai and adapting their skills and assimulating them into his sword form. It was after the Boshin war that he... vannished, seemingly bored with the peaceful world he occasionally appeared durring the main wars to have some fun. It was there he learned of the power of a firearm... Killing an american general in world war II, he picked up the dead man's Smith and Wessen bolt action revolver. Over the course of the war Daikus began using the gun, and soon became exceptionally talented at how to use it. It was also durring World War II, that reunited with his sire, Vicious. Infront of countless soldiers the two fought until sun rise when both of them had to call it quits. The battle was much more malicious and hell raising than any he had taken place in before. It was this raw new level of fighting that made Daikus bored with average battle. It was at the end of World War II when Daikus decided to travel to America. Clearly unimpressed with the developing country he bided his time until the supernatural ceatures, shifters, lycans, and even his own race began showing up within the country. It was then that young vampire was soon drawn to New york... |
Code Word: Mad Skills;; bleh... Oyi |
Aditional Info
Weaponry:
Azrael:
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A black, customized Smith and Wessen 500 series double action revolver with six shots. The grip, is customed to only fit Daikus' right hand, the weight of the gun itself prooves problems for other to lift it up. The force of the gun firering is enough to rip a mortal's arm right off yet will easily dislocate the shoulder of anyone who doesn't know how to use the gun. It fires customed, .308 caliber rounds with brass shells and exploding blessed silver tips.
Written along the left side of the barrel are the words: In the presence of death, we are all equal.
Belial:
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An ancient broadsword passed down by generations of his ancestors, the blade has seen many a battle and much blooshed of the millenia of it's creation. The odd thing is that the metal it is created from only grows stronger and sharper with age. It became Daikus' blade when he slayed his father and took over Tristel Drol.
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Don't hassle me on the weapon discription, I decided to do that simply for additional information. so meh!
