-Marius-
10-22-2005, 08:17 AM
Greetings all, I'm still relatively new to the Darkfall community, but I'm sure I'll be around a bit more now that I know where it is, hehe. It's been a while since I created a character persona, but once I got writing again I started getting some healthy doses of inspiration, so I'm back to full steam. Hopefully I can write out some real stories soon, and start incorperating more and more of DF's lore into them as I become more familiar with it. In the mean time, enjoy what I have so far and feel free to let me know what you think about it.
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Marius Durai, Son of Darius the Liberator
Statistics:
Age: 30
Height: 6'1
Weight: 190
Build: Athletic
Ethnicity: Imric
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Blonde
Complexion: Weathered
Skills:
Master of the spear.
Master of the shield.
Master of injury treatment.
Master of the single-handed sword.
Master of weapon and shield fighting.
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Adept of restoration magic.
Adept of wilderness survival.
Arms:
A foot long dagger with a broad, but tapered blade, standard materials and construction.
A short, leaf bladed sword roughly 2 feet in length, exceptional quality materials and construction.
An 8-foot long spear with a broad, but tapered triangular point, standard materials and construction.
A large, sculpted oval-shaped shield only slightly smaller than a tower shield, standard materials and construction.
Armor:
A pair of blackened steel shin greaves, standard materials and construction.
A pair of blackened steel forearm bracers, standard materials and construction.
A long black cotton tunic, sleeveless, and reaching to just above the knees, standard materials and construction.
A blackened steel helmet with a T-shaped opening in the front and a bright red crest running along the top, standard materials and construction.
A black leather brigandine breastplate with hanging studded leather straps to protect the upper thighs, exceptional quality materials and construction.
Arcane:
The Mind of Battle - A gold ring set with a cloudy blue stone, granting Marius clarity of thought and tolerance of pain when in use.
The Eye of Darkness - A gold ring set with a deep black stone, inspiring fear and apprehention in the mind of Marius' enemy when in use.
The Ever-Beating Heart - A gold ring set with a bright red stone, granting Marius increased agility, strength of limb, and endurance when in use.
Fighting Style:
Marius is an aggressive shield fighter who fears nothing on Agon, not death nor dismemberment. As such his fighting style can be overwhelming at times, his frenzied like aggression a by-product of his fearless mentality. He favors the spear for single combat, it's length and speed a tremendous asset when there is room enough to wield it. However, Marius also favors throwing his spears at enemies if he is closing in for battle, and thus he has his short sword for close quarters combat. If Marius could be called skilled with his spear, then he is inhuman with his sword. His fighting style is relentless, he sticks with his opponent and keeps his shield up before him, his feet moving swiftly at all times and his sword thrusting out like a serpent hidden behind the shield when he leaps into the attack.
Origins:
Marius is the son of an Imric chieftan named Darius, called the Liberator by his people. Darius was once a thrall to a noble who ruled a sizable portion of central Mercia, a tyrannical man named Lord Ivan Kerington. Lord Kerington, like most nobles, thought of his thralls as little more than cognitive farming equipment and allowed them to be treated in terrible and inhumane ways. One night, Darius escaped from the housing cells and murdered the caretaker who also lived in the building, taking from him the keys to the cells of his fellow thralls. The freed inhabitants of the housing building, numbering nearly three dozen men and women, followed Darius on a suicidal charge of the keep's guards, hoping to either escape to freedom or die trying and escape their cruel treatment that way. In the melee that followed, much of the keep was alerted to the situation and moved to crush the escaping thralls. Lord Ivan Kerington was killed in the escape, his own sword plunged deep into his chest by the hand of Darius as the young thrall fought viciously for his freedom. With this blow struck, the surviving thralls followed Darius away from the bloody scene and deep into the forests that lay to the west, hoping to lose their pursuers in the untamed and unsettled lands there.
Life was a struggle for the small band that fled the Kerington lands, but they were hardened by their time in captivity and had the strength to continue forward. They were pursued deep into the uncharted forests by Kerington's son, the new Lord Conrad Kerington. The new lord was as cruel as the former, however now with the blood of his father on the hands of Darius, Conrad's vengence and hatred knew no bounds. The first year of the group's freedom from enthrallment was spent in nomadic wandering from area to area, always one step ahead of the deadly columns of Kerington's knights. During this time Darius proved himself to be a man of exceptional strength and wisdom, and he was chosen by his fellows to be their chieftan and leader in all things. Eventually the pursuits seemed a distant memory, and a small village slowly grew around the communal group of freed thralls. They created shrines to their Gods, the ancient Gods that were revered before the comming of the Mercians. Some years passed in peace and simple living, until one day when a strange woman wandered into the village. Her beauty was bewitching, reminiscent of the Mirdain but human none the less, and their was an aura about her that none could define but bespoke of mystery and majesty. Her name was Ellowyn, and her hair was long and golden, her eyes azure blue and her skin a perfect white. Darius' heart belonged to her the moment his eyes fell upon her face, and together they lived in an almost dreamlike state of happiness, until the day they realized that Ellowyn was with child.
The illness struck without warning, just gripping Ellowyn in it's embrace one morning. The people tended to the woman as best as they could, using the medicinal arts gleaned from the natural world, but nothing would help the strange malady. Ellowyn became weaker and weaker, and the illness lasted through-out the entire pregnancy. Finally came the time of delivery, Darius had by then all but accepted that the exhertion would kill his weakened beloved, and indeed it was a terrible and long delivery. Many times it seemed as if the woman would die from her efforts, yet each time she would rouse again and give her entire heart to the birth, trying to bring the new life to the world. Finally, the child was born to Darius and Ellowyn, a healthy boy with hair and eyes like that of his mother. Ellowyn remained bedridden for many months following the birth, and during that time her strength slowly returned and she grew very close to her newborn infant. Then one night, she rose from her bed and found her husband Darius outside, remaining with him for an hour or more on the outskirts of the village before mysteriously walking into the forest. When Darius returned to the village, his only response to the questions about Ellowyn's actions was that everything was alright, and with a small smile he returned to his home. He never spoke a word of what Ellowyn said to him.
Years continued to pass in peace, hidden as the village was from the rest of the world. The child born to Ellowyn, named Marius by his father, was a natural warrior. It was evident from when he was very young that his prowess lay in combatives, and so Darius allowed his son to join the village hunters earlier than any had before. Thus the young man learned the ways of weaponry, and he learned how to stay alive facing the great natural beasts of the woodlands. Soon young Marius was the foremost hunter in the village, able to bring down a full grown bear with nothing but his spear and his blisteringly aggressive fighting method. When Marius was fourteen years old, he was leading a hunting party away from the village when disaster struck. A young man named Gerrick, a manipulative and loathed member of the rural community, had finally decided he could no longer stand life under Darius' reign and had struck a bargin with the vengeful Lord Conrad Kerington, betraying the people of his village for promises of nobility and grandeur. A single column of knights penetrated deep into the heart of the western forest, led by the treacherous Gerrick, and while Marius and his hunters were away the knights put the entire village to the sword. They destroyed the shrines to the ancient gods and burned the simple wooden homes to the ground, destroying everything they could find before finally abandoning the charred wreckage and returning towards Kerington Keep. When Marius and the others returned home, they found only a single wooden stake standing in the center of what used to be their village. Tied to the stake was the body of Darius the Liberator, his body obviously tortured and mutilated before his heart was torn from his chest.
What gripped Marius can only be described as madness. The youth stared at the corpse of his father for a long moment, his mouth slightly open and his jaw working slowly, and then he threw his head back and screamed an ear piercing, heart wrenching cry of grief and pain. With tears of anguish and fury streaming down his cheeks, the boy took off into the forest after the trail the knights left behind, with the half dozen or so hunters right on his heels. They ran like beings posessed, not stopping or slowing even for a moment's rest, vengence filling their minds and their hearts. Soon they came upon the camp of the knights, at least thirty strong and very well armed, and in the dead of night Marius led his hunting party in a direct attack against the slumbering soldiers. Cries sounded through the night as men awoke to find their camp under attack by this small group of savage, tribal woodsmen, and though several took up arms against them, they were soon vanquished by the furious assault launched by the maddened hunters. None survived the retribution, and it was Marius himself who severed the head of the traitor Gerrick from his shoulders. Marius then collected the bodies of the slain knights and burned them in a great blaze, decorating himself in their blood and crying out that this was a banquet for Ardar, the ancient God of war.
The surviving hunters all parted ways that evening, each simply turning in a direction and heading off to face what life had in store for him next. Marius returned to the ravaged remains of the village to give his father a burial fitting a chieftan, and he then hung the head of Gerrick on the branch of a near-by tree, so that it could look upon what he had done to the village until the end of time. Before departing, Marius took what belongings of his father had been spared by the knight's destruction, including the short sword that he had stolen and slain Lord Ivan Kerington with. From that day to this, Marius has lived the life of an errant warrior, mastering the skills of war and carving out what life he can for himself as a free man. He is a pure warrior, with no other designs in life or distractions in his mind. He lives to battle, and when there are no more battles to fight he will die. Until then, he can not be defeated. He can be thrown down, he can be overwhelmed, he can be backed into a corner and driven to his knees, but he can not be defeated. His heart is too strong, and his spirit too fierce. There is no quarter given and none expected, and the Gods help any who prove themselves an enemy in his eye.
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Marius Durai, Son of Darius the Liberator
Statistics:
Age: 30
Height: 6'1
Weight: 190
Build: Athletic
Ethnicity: Imric
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Blonde
Complexion: Weathered
Skills:
Master of the spear.
Master of the shield.
Master of injury treatment.
Master of the single-handed sword.
Master of weapon and shield fighting.
-
Adept of restoration magic.
Adept of wilderness survival.
Arms:
A foot long dagger with a broad, but tapered blade, standard materials and construction.
A short, leaf bladed sword roughly 2 feet in length, exceptional quality materials and construction.
An 8-foot long spear with a broad, but tapered triangular point, standard materials and construction.
A large, sculpted oval-shaped shield only slightly smaller than a tower shield, standard materials and construction.
Armor:
A pair of blackened steel shin greaves, standard materials and construction.
A pair of blackened steel forearm bracers, standard materials and construction.
A long black cotton tunic, sleeveless, and reaching to just above the knees, standard materials and construction.
A blackened steel helmet with a T-shaped opening in the front and a bright red crest running along the top, standard materials and construction.
A black leather brigandine breastplate with hanging studded leather straps to protect the upper thighs, exceptional quality materials and construction.
Arcane:
The Mind of Battle - A gold ring set with a cloudy blue stone, granting Marius clarity of thought and tolerance of pain when in use.
The Eye of Darkness - A gold ring set with a deep black stone, inspiring fear and apprehention in the mind of Marius' enemy when in use.
The Ever-Beating Heart - A gold ring set with a bright red stone, granting Marius increased agility, strength of limb, and endurance when in use.
Fighting Style:
Marius is an aggressive shield fighter who fears nothing on Agon, not death nor dismemberment. As such his fighting style can be overwhelming at times, his frenzied like aggression a by-product of his fearless mentality. He favors the spear for single combat, it's length and speed a tremendous asset when there is room enough to wield it. However, Marius also favors throwing his spears at enemies if he is closing in for battle, and thus he has his short sword for close quarters combat. If Marius could be called skilled with his spear, then he is inhuman with his sword. His fighting style is relentless, he sticks with his opponent and keeps his shield up before him, his feet moving swiftly at all times and his sword thrusting out like a serpent hidden behind the shield when he leaps into the attack.
Origins:
Marius is the son of an Imric chieftan named Darius, called the Liberator by his people. Darius was once a thrall to a noble who ruled a sizable portion of central Mercia, a tyrannical man named Lord Ivan Kerington. Lord Kerington, like most nobles, thought of his thralls as little more than cognitive farming equipment and allowed them to be treated in terrible and inhumane ways. One night, Darius escaped from the housing cells and murdered the caretaker who also lived in the building, taking from him the keys to the cells of his fellow thralls. The freed inhabitants of the housing building, numbering nearly three dozen men and women, followed Darius on a suicidal charge of the keep's guards, hoping to either escape to freedom or die trying and escape their cruel treatment that way. In the melee that followed, much of the keep was alerted to the situation and moved to crush the escaping thralls. Lord Ivan Kerington was killed in the escape, his own sword plunged deep into his chest by the hand of Darius as the young thrall fought viciously for his freedom. With this blow struck, the surviving thralls followed Darius away from the bloody scene and deep into the forests that lay to the west, hoping to lose their pursuers in the untamed and unsettled lands there.
Life was a struggle for the small band that fled the Kerington lands, but they were hardened by their time in captivity and had the strength to continue forward. They were pursued deep into the uncharted forests by Kerington's son, the new Lord Conrad Kerington. The new lord was as cruel as the former, however now with the blood of his father on the hands of Darius, Conrad's vengence and hatred knew no bounds. The first year of the group's freedom from enthrallment was spent in nomadic wandering from area to area, always one step ahead of the deadly columns of Kerington's knights. During this time Darius proved himself to be a man of exceptional strength and wisdom, and he was chosen by his fellows to be their chieftan and leader in all things. Eventually the pursuits seemed a distant memory, and a small village slowly grew around the communal group of freed thralls. They created shrines to their Gods, the ancient Gods that were revered before the comming of the Mercians. Some years passed in peace and simple living, until one day when a strange woman wandered into the village. Her beauty was bewitching, reminiscent of the Mirdain but human none the less, and their was an aura about her that none could define but bespoke of mystery and majesty. Her name was Ellowyn, and her hair was long and golden, her eyes azure blue and her skin a perfect white. Darius' heart belonged to her the moment his eyes fell upon her face, and together they lived in an almost dreamlike state of happiness, until the day they realized that Ellowyn was with child.
The illness struck without warning, just gripping Ellowyn in it's embrace one morning. The people tended to the woman as best as they could, using the medicinal arts gleaned from the natural world, but nothing would help the strange malady. Ellowyn became weaker and weaker, and the illness lasted through-out the entire pregnancy. Finally came the time of delivery, Darius had by then all but accepted that the exhertion would kill his weakened beloved, and indeed it was a terrible and long delivery. Many times it seemed as if the woman would die from her efforts, yet each time she would rouse again and give her entire heart to the birth, trying to bring the new life to the world. Finally, the child was born to Darius and Ellowyn, a healthy boy with hair and eyes like that of his mother. Ellowyn remained bedridden for many months following the birth, and during that time her strength slowly returned and she grew very close to her newborn infant. Then one night, she rose from her bed and found her husband Darius outside, remaining with him for an hour or more on the outskirts of the village before mysteriously walking into the forest. When Darius returned to the village, his only response to the questions about Ellowyn's actions was that everything was alright, and with a small smile he returned to his home. He never spoke a word of what Ellowyn said to him.
Years continued to pass in peace, hidden as the village was from the rest of the world. The child born to Ellowyn, named Marius by his father, was a natural warrior. It was evident from when he was very young that his prowess lay in combatives, and so Darius allowed his son to join the village hunters earlier than any had before. Thus the young man learned the ways of weaponry, and he learned how to stay alive facing the great natural beasts of the woodlands. Soon young Marius was the foremost hunter in the village, able to bring down a full grown bear with nothing but his spear and his blisteringly aggressive fighting method. When Marius was fourteen years old, he was leading a hunting party away from the village when disaster struck. A young man named Gerrick, a manipulative and loathed member of the rural community, had finally decided he could no longer stand life under Darius' reign and had struck a bargin with the vengeful Lord Conrad Kerington, betraying the people of his village for promises of nobility and grandeur. A single column of knights penetrated deep into the heart of the western forest, led by the treacherous Gerrick, and while Marius and his hunters were away the knights put the entire village to the sword. They destroyed the shrines to the ancient gods and burned the simple wooden homes to the ground, destroying everything they could find before finally abandoning the charred wreckage and returning towards Kerington Keep. When Marius and the others returned home, they found only a single wooden stake standing in the center of what used to be their village. Tied to the stake was the body of Darius the Liberator, his body obviously tortured and mutilated before his heart was torn from his chest.
What gripped Marius can only be described as madness. The youth stared at the corpse of his father for a long moment, his mouth slightly open and his jaw working slowly, and then he threw his head back and screamed an ear piercing, heart wrenching cry of grief and pain. With tears of anguish and fury streaming down his cheeks, the boy took off into the forest after the trail the knights left behind, with the half dozen or so hunters right on his heels. They ran like beings posessed, not stopping or slowing even for a moment's rest, vengence filling their minds and their hearts. Soon they came upon the camp of the knights, at least thirty strong and very well armed, and in the dead of night Marius led his hunting party in a direct attack against the slumbering soldiers. Cries sounded through the night as men awoke to find their camp under attack by this small group of savage, tribal woodsmen, and though several took up arms against them, they were soon vanquished by the furious assault launched by the maddened hunters. None survived the retribution, and it was Marius himself who severed the head of the traitor Gerrick from his shoulders. Marius then collected the bodies of the slain knights and burned them in a great blaze, decorating himself in their blood and crying out that this was a banquet for Ardar, the ancient God of war.
The surviving hunters all parted ways that evening, each simply turning in a direction and heading off to face what life had in store for him next. Marius returned to the ravaged remains of the village to give his father a burial fitting a chieftan, and he then hung the head of Gerrick on the branch of a near-by tree, so that it could look upon what he had done to the village until the end of time. Before departing, Marius took what belongings of his father had been spared by the knight's destruction, including the short sword that he had stolen and slain Lord Ivan Kerington with. From that day to this, Marius has lived the life of an errant warrior, mastering the skills of war and carving out what life he can for himself as a free man. He is a pure warrior, with no other designs in life or distractions in his mind. He lives to battle, and when there are no more battles to fight he will die. Until then, he can not be defeated. He can be thrown down, he can be overwhelmed, he can be backed into a corner and driven to his knees, but he can not be defeated. His heart is too strong, and his spirit too fierce. There is no quarter given and none expected, and the Gods help any who prove themselves an enemy in his eye.