Subject: Del'Sul Mil'anth Thu May 24, 2012 10:20 am
Del'Sul Mil'anth: An Act of Righteousness, yet Consumed by Evil
Physical Description: The male was perfectly pieced together. The long shivering white hair fitting so subtly with his head. His ears shifting at a longer angle, and longer featuring a Drow. His body was ripped, and that is how most people would say him to be. His arms cut with muscle, shifting beautifully, and leaving him standing like a statue. Burn marks, and lashes left scars dug into all parts of his body. He was a very rough-like figure, and was mainly cut into. So much sorrow surrounded his body. His dark skin compensated for the silver like scales in which ringed around his shoulders, and stomach. The scales looked brilliant, much more elaborate in a sort of way. They spiraled with different designs as if they were forged onto the male by a Blacksmith. His garments proved to be very minimal, leaving just boots, and a heavy material to fit into his pants. A wired skirt/kilt hung with different fabrics such as silk, leather, and light mail. A hand-and-a-half swords rested in an elegant at his side, loving the posture as much as he boasted it. A long bow was placed on his shoulder, symbolizing the lost love in which he had... it was her bow. It was etched with different symbols, and had a nice gleaming look to it. A locket with a deep crimson fire stood out on his chest, the string being quite burrowed with the color. Two rings rested on his ring finger, one more fitting to a female, and another fitting to a male. Red eyes greeted you, settling that common evil look from most Drow.
Personality: Del'Sul was a mere Drow, forged in the fiery pits of the Underdark. Most treated him by his race, and he had earned the title of a Drow. He wasn't merciful, and he downright wasn't nice. Although, he kept to himself. Most people would shudder him a glare in which beckoned to what he actually was. His religion leaving him at an endless path of death. He also had that one inch of emotion to himself. And, he would die for the ones he loved. He was quite abnormal due to his race, and seemed different from most. The scales gave that one away. Del'Sul isn't one for talking, and never was. He doesn't like a good conversation, but instead he likes shrugging them off, giving only a few words. He isn't much of a looker, most don't even like the looks of him. He is different and is mostly treated as so. He believes to be the only of his kind, and tends to try to keep it that way. His languages range in a wide variety, and leave him open to hear more than people would think he were use to. Del'Sul is truly a different individual.
Professions: Del'Sul is a master with his Hand-and-a-Half sword. He wields his sword in a more formal way, or like a bandit than anything. Although, his form is strong and quite beautiful in a way. Del'Sul hunted for quite some time, therefore he can use a bow in a more fitting manner. He may not be good at it, but he could use it in a sort of defense. He is quite agile, using that to his advantage. He can craft very few items, mostly working with wood more than anything. He is a master of leather working, and tailoring. He can weave any sort of fabric to the desire you wish for. And, he mostly loves it because he is always seen taking his time on it. When Del'Sul sees stealth as a way to gain what he wants, he will use it. He may not be the best, but he can get the job done, quite swiftly that is.
Magic: Del'Sul has a very small experience with magic. He can use very simple spells, but keeping a very fine line between combat, and spells. He is only known for using very minor dark magic, and one dealing with fire. He will rarely ever be using magic.
Age: Del'Sul is quite the older male due to race, and sub-race. He seems to look around 350 years old, and still has plenty of time in his life.
Backstory:
Spoiler:
Del'Sul Mil'anth was born into the world, as a child of scorn from all other Drow. His mother, was a pleasant woman, who found a eternal and everlasting love, with a Dragonkin. His father, was a man of profound business and taught his son, how to simply become unshaped to the horrible and slandering comments that life would soon be hurdled his youthful direction.
The world, which he grew up in, was quite as his parents imagined. The Underdark was never a place of luxury to the lower-class, especially if a mother had decided to love the people whom she should have bitterly hated for her entire life. As the small family lived on the outskirts of the Underdark, in a quiet yet silently torn way, life became a slow drag. The days bitterly became day-in and day-out for the lonely child named Del'Sul Mil'anth.
Though, the tedious yet socially neglected lifestyle took a turn drastically, during the eleventh year of his own life inside of the Underdark. A local mob of hating and blood-thirsty Drow had become blindly enraged over the local prices and taxes they payed on the outskirts of the town. The lower class then threw their attention towards the lowly family that Del'Sul Mil'anth belonged to. His loving and less-than-strengthened mother was torn out of the house and stabbed in the streets. Her blood, laid down onto the crude stones and against the soles of roughened boots and apparel. His father, who was not as nimble as many believed for himself to be, was decapitated for simply being of Dragonkin decent.
However, the young child, Del'Sul Mil'anth was not killed. He was not let free either, to become accepted into the world. Instead, the child, after seeing his parents become victimized from horrible murders, was forced into the mines under a slavery contract. These mines, were where slaves and the lowest-of-low came to achieve nothing, but place stone after stone into ill-shafted iron carts. Since Del'Sul Mil'anth was too young and too weak to wield a pickaxe at the time, his job was to merely push the carts. Even in the mines, people still were knowledgeable of his origins and of what he represented. As his cart passed by many Drow, they, the miners spat on him.
Through the years of abuse, spitting, curses, threats and eventually, beatings, Del'Sul Mil'anth then became very strong and barely noticed the words that came from the other miner's mouths. Young Del'Sul Mil'anth then became bitter and hateful against Drow's. Though, his forced labor came to an end many months after his last lonely birthday within the mines of the Underdark, where the lowly and poor worked, another uprising began. However, the miners were fed-up with their minimal wages and lack of water coming down into the ducts. The infuriating from the lower-class Drow was quite surprising and all but Del'Sul Mil'anth fought and rioted. He, on the other hand, had intended to slip-away from the chaos and madness, as all others fought. A week of straggling and walking through towards the surface began and it took days for the sun's rays to touch against his own skin. Nothing could stop Del'Sul Mil'anth from his conquest to escape the harsh environment he lived in for many years and survival within a more clean, loving and accepting world began. His head never turned back, nor should it have.
Del'Sul Mil'anth, the one who climbed and climbed, emerged out of the caves with a foreign and peculiar feeling. His life, started anew. Quickly, he fled away from the caves and found a safer location. His business was trading, as was his father's, thus he found a caravan that traveled through the forest. Del'Sul Mil'anth, a man of few words, became an apprentice and guard for the trading-company, and accepted his standard wages with a delight. His other company-members, looked towards Del'Sul Mil'anth with a new sense of interest, yet never bothered to ask why the younger man was the way he was.
The life Del'Sul Mil'anth took another twist, after many years of defending the caravans he loved. After a horrible trade between escaped slaves whom Del'Sul Mil'anth had worked with for years, attempted to say horrible things about his own people at a trading-stop, a sword was slashed through both of their bodies and blood dropped down onto the streets, exactly as his mother had died. The others looked on with disbelief and horror, at his crimes. The head-guard, an older and more experienced fighter than Del'Sul Mil'anth told the youthful spirit to flee and that all problems would be dealt with. Unfortunately, in that case, the man whom had said to defend him with his words, betrayed him. Years of friendship, shattered for the shining coins in his palm, and the weakened soul of Del'Sul Mil'anth began to live in the wilderness, without coin and with the constant worry of being murdered within his sleep.
The constant worry began to take its toll on him. He hadn't rested in days to come, and he was always on the run. Never once did he really stop to enjoy the sun, or to find enlightenment to himself. No time was spent on bettering his skills, and no happiness came his way, until that one day he had finally thought he had found true love. Venturing normally invites you to many different places, and to meet many different people. Most would say that meeting the wrong person could end up badly. To Del'Sul meeting one was just a part of life, one that he would wish to rid of.
It wasn't so fortunate with Delphi Delora, she just looked so beautiful. Her skin vibrant, yet pale for some reason. Her hair flowing in a long hue of crimson, and it looked so beautiful. He just found her abstract, and that to him was different. He met her one night while walking through a forest. He spent quite the time just looking for some food. She is the one that actually offered the hand to him. She invited him into her home, and gave him quite the nice meal. She only wished for him to stay, she loved company.
Quite weird he thought, yet he needed the sleep and food. He wasn't going to just bail out on that. After a few weeks of living with her, he began to bond with her. She wasn't one for the sun, and she always stayed indoors when that time came. Where, he didn't know. But, while she was inside he would go out and fetch for some food. Only having a bow to really catch anything became quite the experience for him. His love began to grow, and for the first time in his life he could say he was in love.
After a long while they became married. He fond her very attractive, and her personality always grew as she was with him. It was the night of their secret wedding that he had found out what she was. She was a hunter of the night, a Vampire. He hadn't really minded it much, and only said that he was in love with her. That night she wanted to turn him, but he refused.
Their life was spent so wisely. He loved her, and she loved him. His life-span being longer than a normal human also had its perks. She was of ever-ending age, as he could live to be 500 years old. He just kept in mind what her feelings were. She had always talked about siring him, yet he always tried to break free of the subject. She became quite saddened by his removal of her wants.
He had spent quite the time with her, and soon his crimes crept up on him. He had made way into the forest on an early morning to catch some game. While hunting he had grabbed quite the bit. It was their anniversary, and he had wanted a big meal for the time of their bonding. As he was coming back he body was strapped to that of a tree trunk. She had burned in the sunlight, and the men of his past had finally found him. He looked to the ground, crying, and hoping that it wasn't true.
Reality hit him, and nothing was the same. He felt numb, and sorrow would soon follow. His beast had come back, and he knew that he couldn't stop it. He had looked to them as they laughed at his crying. They handled their weapons, and grabbed them ready. Del'Sul had only looked to them, life-drained, and his humanity completely gone. He stood to face his enemy. He took hold of his Hand-and-a-Half sword, and made ready for battle. One final thought crossed his mind before they came. His mother, and how the Drow's killed her...
They came running at him, as he dodged the first blow. The second sliced him across the chest, making him yelp out in pain. The other was careless, and he ended with the sword dug into his chest, pushing out the still beating heart in which was submerged within his flesh. Del'sul pulled his sword out, flinging it around to spit the blood at the men. As he spun one fighter managed to slice his hamstring. It brought him to his knees, yet his sword still ready at hand. One male came for a final finish, but the swiftness of Del'Sul quickly perished him. The male's head rolled from his shoulders, and there he laid dead.
It was the final one... his friend. He had grown gray with age, and wrinkles encamped his face. Creases folded near his cheeks, and his moist mouth slid with such pleasure to end Del'Sul. The male walked toward Del'Sul wielding quite the big axe. Del'Sul stood, leaning to one side to leviate pain from his leg. He held his sword ready to parry or block. The male swung his axe, striking the sword, the weight and momentum of the axe breaking his block. It dug itself into Del'Sul's arm, and it ended with a loud cry. Del'Sul quickly dragged to the side, dropping loose tears from his eyes. He straggled around, trying to get from grasp of the burly male.
Del'Sul moved toward his blade, grasping it. He had fallen to the ground, backing up from the male. As his friend went to cut down on Del'Sul, the Drow quickly held his blade to meet his friend's chest. Blood spilled onto Del'Sul, and he had finally won. Three bodies laid limp, and Del'Sul severely injured. Del'Sul laid, looking to his now dead wife. He had curled around her charred body, crying, and mourning his loss. Blood quickly vanished from his body, and soon he found himself resting in a cottage.
He had found himself in a new place. He had looked around trying his hardest to know where he was. "Surna" was spilled from an old man's mouth. Del'Sul sat quickly, aching from the many scars that he had accumulated. He looked to the old man, shaking his head. Tears began to fall, and his hair swaying from the light breeze in store. The old man smiled to him, sitting next to him as he explained so much about the journey to Surna. He had handed him a ring, and a locket. These two items being pryed from his wife's charred body. Del'Sul was ever grateful, and after a few days he was off to look into these new lands.
Alignment [Del'Sul is one to take the path which will benefit only him in the end. Yet, some kindness may be spread toward the end of the day. His actions will always result in the oddball one, and yet he cannot be called evil, nor good. He is simply Chaotic-Neutral.
Favored Weapon: [center] His most favored weapon is his Bow, considering its sentimental value to himself. It was his wife's bow in which was a more like a job to Del'Sul. He treats it with ever so genial hands, and will never leave it to be dirty. This weapon is truly his favorite out of them all.
Favored Enemy: Drow's are the most favored enemy due to the tension between them and he. They killed his mother, and he does still hate them for it.
Deity: Yet, his alignment views him as such the one to take a certain in which he chooses. Kelemvor disrespects that right. He will always be having problems in the choices he makes because of his Deity. He never will be sure of whether to do something or not, but most likely referring to Kelemvor for help.
(My friend helped me out with this backstory, giving me some insight and some detail to add. Killington be his name, and I do thank him for his time. Also, still working on this character about being overpowered.)
Last edited by brewster on Fri May 25, 2012 10:00 am; edited 3 times in total
Munroe Tryhard
Posts : 602 Join date : 2012-02-06
Subject: Re: Del'Sul Mil'anth Thu May 24, 2012 11:08 am
Making a power harm the character doesn't matter that much to me, because let's face it, it's not going to result in any serious consequences (unless you like killing off your own characters). He has ice breath, that's what matters. And that's because he's a half-dragonkin. That may be possible in our lore, but here it's not really used for anything. What I mean is that it doesn't contribute anything to the character except more strength and more abilities. Hell, he even hates dragons and dragonkin. That could use an explanation. And dual-wielding hand-and-half swords, christ. I think one is enough.
The backstory leaves me with more questions than answers. Why didn't his family kill him like his parents? What were the details of his escape? Where did he go? Who was his teacher, and why did he teach him? Why did he come to Surna? I do like the bit about the vampire, though. Maybe I'm just biased that way. Perhaps you could make that a more integral part of his character. I don't know.
I just think this could use some more thought, so I'll say pending for now.
Psyche Keeper of the Thunderboner, Protector of the Hatefuck Chalice
Posts : 141 Join date : 2012-02-04 Location : Fuckshit Creek
Subject: Re: Del'Sul Mil'anth Thu May 24, 2012 11:30 am
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Not too good with Backstory. Yes, in somewhat way he is overpowered, and slightly god-moded
Then how do you expect anyone to find this character acceptable?
Blitz Vengaboy
Posts : 299 Join date : 2012-04-07
Subject: Re: Del'Sul Mil'anth Thu May 24, 2012 11:34 am
show me some flaws baby
brewster Scrublet
Posts : 7 Join date : 2012-05-23
Subject: Re: Del'Sul Mil'anth Thu May 24, 2012 11:36 am
Aighty sounds cool... Like I said, I am not good with setting up a story for a character. I am more of the roleplaying type. I roleplay, I do /me's, and /it's to interact. Backstories aren't my thing, I don't know why. But, I will try to scrap, and make it different. The Dragon-Breath thing was at the spur... Now that I look at it, I do not really like it. It seems a bit, weird in a way... I will most definitely work on the backstory...
Markka Dedicated Poster
Posts : 146 Join date : 2012-02-20 Age : 31
Subject: Re: Del'Sul Mil'anth Fri May 25, 2012 1:00 am
That's a rather quaint character to start with.
Guest Guest
Subject: Re: Del'Sul Mil'anth Fri May 25, 2012 1:17 am
I think you've a great, detailed character at present, but perhaps consider toning down his skils and the such. If you admit he's overpowered, perhaps you should address that. We can't accept anything overpowered, like.
Munroe Tryhard
Posts : 602 Join date : 2012-02-06
Subject: Re: Del'Sul Mil'anth Sun Aug 19, 2012 6:28 am
Moved to denied for inactivity and Mary-Suish qualities.
