Name: Rakdun
Nickname: None
Age: His actual age has been lost track of but he is usually around 26
Gender: Male
Species:Humanoid.
Position: Lawful/Dark
Powers/Abilities/Techniques/Skills: (Just a note, as life force is used it can physically change Rakdun, making him age and look older. A similar effect may MAY occur to a character fighting him if enough of their life force is removed. Though the effects would not be permament. However unless Rakdun uses the "Drain Life" ability the aging process will remain.)
Total Life Force - 120
Drain Life; The most natural ability that comes to a Dark Knight is to drain energy or “ether” from his or her surroundings. This ability generally gives anyone in the area a “chill” as plants wither as their ether is stolen. However this ability is mainly used to restore the Dark Knights own energy (as many of his abilities require to use his own life force.) This ability can only be used whilst meditating and therefore the Dark Knight cannot move and is vulnerable during this time. If attacked during this period any life drained since the start of that meditation will be lost. This ability restores a half of his max life force per post.
Darkness; Condensing the Dark Knights life force into his sword he can then fire it out in a medium ranged dark beam. This beam leaves no physical scar or wound but forces the targets own life force from the body. A feeling that most opponents would not be used to. Due to using the Dark Knights own Life force it therefore weakens the dark knight. (LF used 15)
Darkness Blade; Similar to Darkness this attack condenses the dark knights life force into the blade, leaving tendrils of dark seeping from the blade as it moves. Whilst the blade is in this form it leaves no wounds but with ever y sword swipe that connects forces the opponent’s life force from their body.(LF Used 10)
Life Force Armour; this ability allows the Knight to shield himself in his own life force. This allows him to reduce or sometimes deflect damage incoming to him physically at the price of his life own life force. (LF Used 20)
(LIMIT) Shadow Break; this limit comes entirely from Rakduns blade, and hence if not holding his blade this ability cannot be performed. The blade allows Rakdun to quickly transfer himself to any shadow within view including an opponent’s shadow. Rakdun can transfer into up to 3 shadows before the effects ware off. (Life Force used 25)
Passive:
Heavy armour proficiency; Allows Rakdun to wear heavy armour
Soul bound Sword; Rakduns sword is bound to him, allowing him to wield it with ease, but making it very “un-obedient” to anyone else.
Weapon Possession; the sword itself takes priority over Rakdun. This means if at any point the sword is damaged, it will forcefully steal Rakduns life force to fix or preserve itself.
Weapon/Items:Azure Shade; this is the name of Rakduns sword. The sword itself is alive with a overpowering conscience. This dominates Rakduns mind in a symbiotic relationship. It supplies the host at this point Rakdun with power and swordsmanship. And in return drains Rakduns life force and changes his memories to suit it. When you fight Rakdun, you’re actually fighting his sword.
The sword itself is oddly shaped, comprised of three blades and deformed by shape. It defies what anybody would consider to describe the average sword as, however, it is shaped very strategically, the extra two blades acting as an extended guard and allowing attacks to be made regardless of the angle of the hand.
Picture:Appearance: Rakdun wears a heavy dark blue plate, made from a metal of his home planet. This metal was used for its strength and as it was a poor conductor of heat. The armour however was unfortunately heavy and only those at the peak of their fitness could wear it and still maintain their agility in it.
His helm has two small curled horns one either side of his head similar to that of a ram. These signified strength on his home planet and were worn by the palace guard. His chest piece is a mixture of plate and mail, the plate parts being just over the heart and lungs with the abdomen area being open as mail. This was due to the weight of the armour; to wear a full plate would have been far too heavy to maintain movement. Down to his legs he wears what can only be described as plate shorts with the rest of his legs covered in a mail which is tucked into plate boots. Underneath the armour which is occasionally taken off is a plain green and brown tunic. This is light and breaths easy to allow him to relax in comfort.
Rakduns hair is reasonably long stopping about mid-way down his back and being a bright azure blue colour, however, the length is only noticeable from behind as it is tucked down the back of his plate/mail armour. Small tufts of azure cover around his face where the hair pokes out from his helm.
Wearing his full armour Rakdun stands at a proud 5 foot 11 inches, with a reasonably bulky build which is required to support the armour that he wears. At the age of 26 he is at the height of his age, and will never be any stronger than he currently is.
Once upon a time Rakduns eyes where a dull brown colour but at some point that he only has an educated guess at his eyes changed colour, they became like his hair, a deep mystifying azure blue, a colour that you could loose yourself in.
Personality: Rakdun as a person varies vastly dependant on who he is talking with. He prefers to keep himself to himself but has no problem to converse meaninglessly with people of matters of no particular importance or interest so in that sense he is reasonably social. Most of the time there is an agenda behind why he is talking to someone and a reason as to why he wants something, no matter how small and insignificant it may seem at the time to the person in question.
Although secretly self-centred and obsessed with his own gain, the strange thing about Rakdun which is probably an “unfortunate” side effect of his life as a knight is how law abiding he is. He would not start a fight unless provoked and his morale code dictates he must help someone if he feels they are being unfairly treat, this morale code of his has been corrupted slightly as he often seeks a reward or feels like one should be given if he does take time out of his not so busy day to help someone. It’s all about mutual gain as far as he’s concerned.
To talk to Rakdun you would find him reasonably pleasant to be around, however things seemingly change when he wields Azure Shade. A strange kind of merciless blood lust takes over, requiring him to destroy his opponents and anything that gets in his way in the process. One might even think from seeing him fight it’s as if a different person is fighting, some one that doesn’t care if Rakdun dies or lives. One of his favourite quotes can be seen as “After all, life is meaningless without sacrifice”
Original World: Dinam
Current World: Traverse Town
History:Rakdun was originally one of the towns guard, he was respected as a member of the community and as loyal to his high Morales. He held everything he could of wanted, he had many friends and led a generally comfortable life as a towns guard. In his home town of Tirrim there was never much crime and it was generally a very nice place to live. The last great plague had passed many generations ago and since the people had enjoyed a time of health and prosperity.
Though like all people he had desire, secret desires that sometimes ashamed him, although he was a town guard, he aspired to be more, he aspired to be stronger so that he could stop any threats that could ever threaten his tiny little town. The heartless had only just started appearing on his world and to his people they were simply a nuisance, they were mainly dealt with very easily and well. But Rakdun had never faced one, the royal guard were generally sent out to deal with such issues.
The highlight of his day was doing his rounds, and perhaps doing a patrol, although the longer time went on the deeper this sense of unfilled potential grew, it became obvious to him that although he had ambition he lacked something that he needed, and that was skill, he didn’t have the same swordsmanship that others had, he was barely average and at the age of thirty he was getting past the age where he was agile. It seemed very obvious to him that he would grow old and die as a towns guard. And in some ways, that made him happy whilst at the same time, it made him unbelievably upset.
Things changed on a fairly average day, he was doing a patrol, donned in his leather armour and studded helmet, a sword at his waist and a pole arm in hand. As was the usual uniform for a towns guard. The only unusual thing was that today his patrol partner was apparently ill, although ill more than likely meant that too much money had been spent at the inn the night before. There had been a report of two strange lights falling from the sky, and although probably no more than superstitious or drunken fools it was required for him to investigate and report back his findings, though when he approached from behind a large shrubbed patch he heard something, which sounded like two people fighting.
His fist clenched around his pole arm and he approached in a crouched position, poking his head between the shrubs to see what was happening he watched as one young man with strangely colourful hair stood motionless, strange patchwork cloths donned and another man who was crouched like an animal on all fours a few metres away. Though something was off. The crouched man had what appeared to be darkness seeping from his body, was this a heartless? Then he was well out of his head, something like this was so unseen. The two seemed to be fighting, but neither moved, they merely tilted their heads slightly and beams of shadows flitted from the ground at each other, and each time they seemed to manage to somehow deflect these impossible blows.
Suddenly a different look took their faces. And it was with that look that both of them where impaled upon the others attack, straight through the chest. The beams moved them closer together, and they simply reached out a hand towards each other. As the tips of their fingers joined together a brilliant light blinded Rakdun and he fell backwards to the floor.
Unsure whether or not he had been unconscious he sat up quickly and checked his surroundings, the two men were gone, in their place was the hilt of a sword, stuck into the ground, which was strange he didn’t see either of them using a weapon. Walking slowly towards it, as if drawn by magnets or some unseen force he felt compelled to take it. He should take it, it had to be handed in right? He reached down and as his hand slipped around the strange archaic hilt he tugged and it slipped out of the ground to reveal three blades to the sword. So strangely designed, not anything like any designs of his world. He suddenly felt something, and it was at that moment that his soul was bound to that blade, and little did he know but all those secret desires he held would soon come true.
Eventually reaching town the strange blade on his back he got to the guard house, sneering one of the other guards commented on the obscure and terrible look of the sword he had found. Instead of telling him what had happened, he found himself insulted, insulted that his friend had insulted a sword he had found on the floor… It didn’t quite make sense. Before he knew it he had requested a duel. Expecting an easy victory his friend agreed and the whole guard house was gathered as bets were made, most of which were against Rakdun especially wielding this outlandish sword.
The fight began and they circled each other, Rakdun couldn’t help himself though, as if something was controlling him he adopted a strange stance, one he didn’t know but for some reason felt comfortable in, the blade was pointed backwards like a dagger. The other guard swung down strongly and before he knew what had happened Rakdun had blocked it with one of the blades and with a swift turn of the blade cut the man’s hand open, his sword dropping to the floor he then kicked him in the stomach with more force than he ever could have mustered and the man flew into a stock of barrels. Awestruck by what had happened Rakdun smiled as the cheers where belted at his new found power. Little did everyone else know what had been created that day.
Quickly Rakdun had gone from town’s guard, to guard leader. Before long the royal guard came and after a swift defeat of three of their officers in a duel he was “requested” by the royals to become a royal guard. Given the royal guards armour and even allowed to use his outlandish blade.
It was fortunate he moved to the castle, as his old life was left behind, he changed. Before he recognised it his hair had changed a azure blue, deep and clear as an ocean. His body stopped aching, and he seemed to get younger. He began realising he had been gifted with stranger powers than should ever be given to anyone. Quickly he realised his power came at a cost of his life and he realised that he needed life to sustain his own, he would leave once a day to a meadow and by the time he had finished the meadow was cold, foggy and for about 15 metres around where he was sat, it was dead.
The war with the heartless continued and declined. As they killed more of them, stronger ones arrived and in larger quantities.
It came to a point where most of the land had been ripped asunder, the castle was under constant attack, and it became clear that the end was inevitable. Rakdun expected to breathe his last breath soon, regardless of all his power. Through the last few years people had started to realise that he was not aging. Not matter what happened, he couldn’t get older, not unless he started getting tired by using his “power” too much.
The world was almost at an end, it was the final strike against what was believed to be the heartless leader, a ginormous black creature with a heart shaped hole in its chest, Rakdun lead the charge and as he closed in his men flanking him either side he heard a whisper in his head. “We don’t die here” At first he wondered what this could possibly be coming from, had he finally lost his mind from all of this. “This isn’t, our resting place, we will continue.” Running became more difficult, and then he realised he was sinking, sinking inside his own shadow. Deeper and deeper he plunged until he was engulfed.
Blinking his eyes the painful neon lights flashed at him. Traverse Town.
Role Playing Sample: Rakdun had been in this strange town for what had seemed like weeks. It was reasonably pleasant. Though he was still yet to hear of a king or queen, from what he had gathered this is where people end up when there world end and they fall into a strange dark. But he never fell into anything… he was sucked into a shadow before his world ended, was that something else? His eyes fell slowly to his strange sword.
Drifting onwards to the closest café he had quickly found a job as a delivery man, apparently the heartless where in some of the districts so deliveries where awkward, so he delivered to the heartless infested areas which paid reasonably well it seemed. “ I’ll have a hot cup of tea” he asked as the bar maid leaned against the table in a very rude manner. How old was he now? 40? He couldn’t even remember his real age, he guessed between late 30’s and late 40’s but he couldn’t be sure, he looked mid-twenties.
When his tea arrived he paid with the strange currency which funnily enough was named munny. Drifting off slowly as he sipped his tea he heard a loud thud behind him and turned around to see a rather large brutish man saying, or rather slurring some unpleasant words to the barmaid. Drunk at this time of the day? Observing for a short while before realising that the bar maid was completely helpless and was defiantly one of those damsel in distress types he stood up and walked a few steps towards the man. “I think it’s time you left” how cliché he thought to himself with an inward smile.
With a drunken slur the man uttered some obscenity before launching a fist towards Rakduns chest. Two things crossed his mind at that moment, was this man truly that stupid to punch someone, bare fisted, and that was wearing metal armour? And secondly, was this man truly stupid enough to think that in his condition aka drunk as a skunk, that he’d be any match for him. Just to show off slightly and because he was feeling a bit nasty a small blue hue appeared over his armour which could quite easily be explained by the light bouncing off his shiny blue armour had appeared. The man’s fist hadn’t quite reached the metal before he retracted his fist, unsure of why it had stopped early and then quickly realised that his knuckle was broken.
“That’s going to hurt in the morning; it’s a good job that alcohol is in your system.” Rakdun stated matter of factly. The man mumbled something else obviously unsure as to why his fist didn’t hit the metal but was by now uncomfortable enough with his broken knuckle to take his chances and leave. Looking at the woman who was by now leaning against the table with a look that screamed I could handle myself.
“I’ll have a free tea, to go.” Rakdun bluntly stated and half demanded as the woman hesitantly poured him it half wondering if she was going to have to pay it out of her own wages later. Though she wasn’t a complete blonde as she looked at Rakduns face and asked very politely. “You have something on your face”. Moving a finger to his face he prodded what appeared to be a very slight wrinkle that had appeared under his eyes, that’s what he got for showing off when there was no need.
With that he took his tea and waltzed off to go do his thing.
Questions/Comments/Suggestions? Any edits required will be done so asap x
The edits that you request have been made I have implemented a Life Force point system and given each ability a desginated life force cost. I have editted up the drain life ability along with a consequence to be attacked during life gain and the ammount of posts to restore his life.