StoneElf
07-22-2008, 06:08 AM
Ok, this is a backstory for a character of mine. This delves into how my character got evil pretty much. If you would kindly put your name and Race at the start, in your intro or in a little sentence.
Name:Jax
Race: Elf
Jax kicked a rock down the abandoned street he was walking on. He hated everyhting about his life, his father was a drunk, his mother had died giving birth to him, and his brother blamed fathers drunkedness and mothers death on him. Whenever things get heated at his house he always walked down this street, trying to get everything off his mind. Jax shivered in the cold night air, strange that it was this cold in the middle of the year. He continued walking, occasionally looking back, thinking he sees something, only to find nothing. "I guess i should get back." Jax said to himself. He turned around only to find a man standing behind him. Jax started, then regained composure. "Um, excuse me sir," Jax said trying to be polite. HJe tried to go around the man, but the man simply stepped back in front of him. Jax temper flared, "would you move, sir." Jax said with obvious anger. The man simply gave him a blank look. Jax sighed, then tried to push the man over, only to find the mans hands wrapping around his neck. Jax gasped and grabbed his trusty but rusty dagger and slashed open the man's hand. The man let go, and when Jax looked back he saw the man was missing his hand. Jax's eyes grew wide as the man kept coming towards him. Jax slashed again at the man. The man's cloak was torn off and Jax looked at the mans face. The first thing he noticed was that his eyes were dead. Long glazed over and hazy, the man was also missing a small chunk of his skull, gray brain matter dripping from the hole. Jax stood transfixed as The undead walked towards him. He snapped out of his trance and sprang into action. He dodged around it and sprinted towards his home. The once cold air was starting to feel hot, and Jax saw flames creep up on houses in the distance. As he neared his home, he saw more undead starting fires and killing innocents. Jax looked towards his house and to his relief, saw it untouched by flames, but for how long he did not know. He rushed through the door, "Father, Kain, we need to..." Jax stopped a few steps into his house. What he saw would haunt him for years. Blood. An arm grasping a bottle. His brother standing over a bloody mess that had hours ago been their father. "B...brother?" Jax managed to say. Kain looked over at his little brother, an insane grin on his face. "They've finnally come for you dearest brother!" Kain brought a bloody dagger to his lips and licked off some off the blood. Jax was horified, "Whats going on!" He shouted through tears. "The Army of Darkness is coming, and they are unstopable. You must join us, be on the winning side Jax!" Kain's looks got crazier. "You cannot deny yourself, soon you will crave blood, you will need it to survive." Kain laughed a shrill and blood freezing laugh, "GOD doesn't all this blood just make you want more brother?!" Jax gulped, he always loved the sight of blood, but not this, not his fathers, not this much... Kain pointed at Jax, "You have a sickness brother, you will join us one day, you wil be my right hand man at the head of the Army of Darkness!" Kain laughed again and then dissappeared in a puff of black smoke. Jax stood there for a minute, processing all of this information. Ae grabbed his traveling pack and ran back to the streets and saw that the undead were gone, but the flames still burned. Jax ran towards the gates of the city, hopeing that someone was left alive, someone to help. There was no one. He was alone. Jax knew he had to leave. Jax was only 13. Ten years have passed and not a single day goes by that Jax doesn't remember that day. His brothers words were true, when he reached maturity he had a craving for blood and battle. He had to always be moving, he'd been attacked in the middle of the night many times now and every time it was always the same undead army that had destroyed his home. Ten years to the day of the massacre, Jax stumbled into a bar and sat at the counter. He scanned the room, nad found that the packed room had many warriors in it, he would be safe for awhile. As he drank his drink, a small human sat beside him. "You smell of a vampire, Elf." Jax stared at his drink. Vampire... He had of course heard the word many times and figured that he had to be one. "I'm a peaceful one at the least human, now leave me to drink myself to death." Jax said as he took another sip. The human laughed, pulling out a gem. "I know of your story, Jax. I know your home was destroyed by the Army. I know that your brother leads the Army." The mans last words awoke an anger within him. "You speak of much in not a not so secretive voice." Jax whispered to the man, wanting no one to hears of his brother. Jax looked around, seeing only a few glances from the tables nearby. "What do you want," Jax said, fearing that his time ni this town would now be short." "I wish to give you a way to rid yourself of this curse, and possibly destroy the Army!" The man said, smiling. Jax stared at the man, "How?" The man produced a map, "In the Lost Caverns, there are treasures beyond a mans wildest dreams. But in the middle of that is a Gem, the color of blood. If you grasp that crystal you will be drained of your vampirism. After that you will be able to take the crystal from its pedestal. Once you have the crystal, it will empower you enough to destory the Army." The human smiled at Jax, pushing the map into his hands. Jax looked at the map, then at the man. He took the map and nodded towards the man. The human smiled and then left the bar. Jax sat there staring at the map, wondering if it was real. He looked up hopeing no one heard what was said between the two.
Name:Jax
Race: Elf
Jax kicked a rock down the abandoned street he was walking on. He hated everyhting about his life, his father was a drunk, his mother had died giving birth to him, and his brother blamed fathers drunkedness and mothers death on him. Whenever things get heated at his house he always walked down this street, trying to get everything off his mind. Jax shivered in the cold night air, strange that it was this cold in the middle of the year. He continued walking, occasionally looking back, thinking he sees something, only to find nothing. "I guess i should get back." Jax said to himself. He turned around only to find a man standing behind him. Jax started, then regained composure. "Um, excuse me sir," Jax said trying to be polite. HJe tried to go around the man, but the man simply stepped back in front of him. Jax temper flared, "would you move, sir." Jax said with obvious anger. The man simply gave him a blank look. Jax sighed, then tried to push the man over, only to find the mans hands wrapping around his neck. Jax gasped and grabbed his trusty but rusty dagger and slashed open the man's hand. The man let go, and when Jax looked back he saw the man was missing his hand. Jax's eyes grew wide as the man kept coming towards him. Jax slashed again at the man. The man's cloak was torn off and Jax looked at the mans face. The first thing he noticed was that his eyes were dead. Long glazed over and hazy, the man was also missing a small chunk of his skull, gray brain matter dripping from the hole. Jax stood transfixed as The undead walked towards him. He snapped out of his trance and sprang into action. He dodged around it and sprinted towards his home. The once cold air was starting to feel hot, and Jax saw flames creep up on houses in the distance. As he neared his home, he saw more undead starting fires and killing innocents. Jax looked towards his house and to his relief, saw it untouched by flames, but for how long he did not know. He rushed through the door, "Father, Kain, we need to..." Jax stopped a few steps into his house. What he saw would haunt him for years. Blood. An arm grasping a bottle. His brother standing over a bloody mess that had hours ago been their father. "B...brother?" Jax managed to say. Kain looked over at his little brother, an insane grin on his face. "They've finnally come for you dearest brother!" Kain brought a bloody dagger to his lips and licked off some off the blood. Jax was horified, "Whats going on!" He shouted through tears. "The Army of Darkness is coming, and they are unstopable. You must join us, be on the winning side Jax!" Kain's looks got crazier. "You cannot deny yourself, soon you will crave blood, you will need it to survive." Kain laughed a shrill and blood freezing laugh, "GOD doesn't all this blood just make you want more brother?!" Jax gulped, he always loved the sight of blood, but not this, not his fathers, not this much... Kain pointed at Jax, "You have a sickness brother, you will join us one day, you wil be my right hand man at the head of the Army of Darkness!" Kain laughed again and then dissappeared in a puff of black smoke. Jax stood there for a minute, processing all of this information. Ae grabbed his traveling pack and ran back to the streets and saw that the undead were gone, but the flames still burned. Jax ran towards the gates of the city, hopeing that someone was left alive, someone to help. There was no one. He was alone. Jax knew he had to leave. Jax was only 13. Ten years have passed and not a single day goes by that Jax doesn't remember that day. His brothers words were true, when he reached maturity he had a craving for blood and battle. He had to always be moving, he'd been attacked in the middle of the night many times now and every time it was always the same undead army that had destroyed his home. Ten years to the day of the massacre, Jax stumbled into a bar and sat at the counter. He scanned the room, nad found that the packed room had many warriors in it, he would be safe for awhile. As he drank his drink, a small human sat beside him. "You smell of a vampire, Elf." Jax stared at his drink. Vampire... He had of course heard the word many times and figured that he had to be one. "I'm a peaceful one at the least human, now leave me to drink myself to death." Jax said as he took another sip. The human laughed, pulling out a gem. "I know of your story, Jax. I know your home was destroyed by the Army. I know that your brother leads the Army." The mans last words awoke an anger within him. "You speak of much in not a not so secretive voice." Jax whispered to the man, wanting no one to hears of his brother. Jax looked around, seeing only a few glances from the tables nearby. "What do you want," Jax said, fearing that his time ni this town would now be short." "I wish to give you a way to rid yourself of this curse, and possibly destroy the Army!" The man said, smiling. Jax stared at the man, "How?" The man produced a map, "In the Lost Caverns, there are treasures beyond a mans wildest dreams. But in the middle of that is a Gem, the color of blood. If you grasp that crystal you will be drained of your vampirism. After that you will be able to take the crystal from its pedestal. Once you have the crystal, it will empower you enough to destory the Army." The human smiled at Jax, pushing the map into his hands. Jax looked at the map, then at the man. He took the map and nodded towards the man. The human smiled and then left the bar. Jax sat there staring at the map, wondering if it was real. He looked up hopeing no one heard what was said between the two.