Name: Dakovich
Nickname(optional): The Vic, Sun Singing Wanderer
Organization XIII or Dark XII Nickname(optional): N/A
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Species: Salorion, so he has an accent that could be compared to Irish
Position: Good
Organization XIII or Dark XII Position: N/A
Power(s):
Dance of the Sun- An evasive ability mainly, but can be a mode of transportation. Dakovich " Teleports " a meter or so in any direction (any further than this exhausts him to the point of unconsciousness) to evade an attack. All that is left behind is a golden transparency of Dakovich. He can only do this around 3 times in succession before he is overcome with exhaustion.
Solar Strike- When sunlight strikes his blade, Dakovich can unleash a wave of Solar Flames accompanied by a Solar Flare with flash bang-like qualities. This is an ability that greatly tires Dakovich, so is mainly used in single combat only.
*** Dakovich can only use these abilities when exposed to sunlight*** Weapon(s):
Killing Edge- A one edged sword that has a fetish for battle. It has the insignia of the Salorion Royal Family set in it's hilt.
Eye of the Sun- A ring in Dakovich's possession, it allows him to see wherever the sunlight falls. It isn't exactly Hi-Def though, it's pretty blurred.
Picture(optional):
Appearance: Dakovich has long, flowing red hair, something extremely common in his people. In Salorion, loss of hair= loss of power and abilities. He also has somewhat bloodshot eyes from too many a night of sleeplessness. Dakovich is just shy of 6'1", and weighs about 140 lbs. A tattered wool cap sits on his head, held together mainly by threads of string. He wears a rather worn green jacket accented with a sunny gold color. Under this, he wears a brown sleeveless undershirt and Salorion pendant. On his legs beige-ish pants reside along with shin high brown boots. His hands hold the Eye of the Sun and some old bracelets. When not in use, The Killing Edge resides on his hip.
Personality: Curious and roaming by nature, Dakovich's wanderings and lack of permanence are not seen as a misfortune, but a blessing to him. He is generally sociable and friendly, having grown up in a small town where such familiarity and informality where commonplace. Dakovich considers shuttered and stoic people a burden on society, and that everyone deserves to be cheerful. Therefore, he is an unusually patient young man. Dakovich has seen and experienced many things in his wanderings, so not much surprises him. Charisma and humour go hand in hand with Dakovich, for he feels that a good joke is better than a good fight any day, even if the joke is at his own expense.
Original World: Salorion, a world with that receives twenty hours of daylight, and only four hours of night, thus resulting in Dakovich's Insomnia, for he has no need of any rest beyond that.
Current Residing World: Traverse Town
History/Background: Dakovich was the first son of Myrima and Caellack who were by no means rich, but neither poor. Caellack was a commander in the Salorion military, but returned to small town life after Dakovich's birth. Dakovich excelled as a student, and was very athletic and physically fit. Dakovich soon discovered an ability to play music by ear. He enjoyed modest local success at the disappointment of this father, who pressured Dakovich to enlist in the Salorion military.
Eventually, Dakovich succumbed to his fathers wishes and enlisted in the military. He was assigned to the scouting division of the local garrison of sixty men. He and the other four scouts were the first unlucky souls to discover the heartless invasion of Salorion. Enslavement and capture came almost as soon as the . They made a futile attempt to escape the heartless encampment, but to no avail. The other scouts were soon executed, leaving Dakovich to face his heartless captors.
The day he was scheduled to be executed, He sang. Dakovich sang only because he was aware of the fact his life was to be ended. Heartless all around the encampment turned and craned their necks to see the singing prisoner. None of them had ever heard such beauty in vocalized. The Nobody in charge of the invasion of Dakovich's world was unfamiliar to song, and so kept Dakovich around for his listening pleasure.
On a rare occasion when the chief nobody was not around, Dakovich planned his escape. He inched towards the small amount of sunlight that penetrated his confinement. He focused the Suns energy on his bonds, and was rewarded with a satisfying sizzle. He wriggled free of his burnt bonds, and reclaimed his Killing Edge. finally, He could be free! That opportunity wouldn't be given up lightly by Dakovich, who sprinted his fastest sprint to the Capital of Salorion, resting only long enough to catch his breath. He brought news of the Heartless to the Salorions, and was rewarded accordingly. The Eye of the Sun was now in his possession, as a gift from the Royal Family. Although they did not completely destroy the Heartless threat, they were much less severely damaged thanks to Dakovich. He soon left the military, for it did not suit his wandering and curious nature. He wandered from world to world in search of a way to destroy the heartless, but in vain found only one way. It was a strange weapon in the form of a key, but alas he could not utilize it.
Never one to dwell on a problem, Dakovich soon discarded hope of finding help for Salorion. If help was to come, it would come.
Role Playing Sample:
Dakovich smiled at the other men's reaction to his well timed response. Coming up with witty remarks wasn't hard when your audience consisted of men who were a bit to free with their whiskey. "Ya blokes ev' heard of the one 'bout the 'orse an' the chicken?" Dakovich's accented words flowed out smoothly. The words hadn't finished leaving his mouth before the men erupted in laughter once more. "Freeale for dis wone!" One drunk cried out. Apparently the barmaid could decipher the mans words, because suddenly Dakovich was holding a mug of ale in each hand. Not one to drink much, Dakovich sat one down then slowly sipped the other. Hands clapped him on the back many times, words of merriment spoken in his ear.
Another one of his jokes was about to slip out when the tavern door creaked open and the establishment went dead. A large figure swathed in leather garments strode up to the counter and began demanding a drink free-of-charge. "I'm afraid that just isn't possible." squeaked the barmaid. Dakovich eyed the distance to the counter carefully. It was a small tavern, and he was well rested. Figuring he could Sundance to the counter, Dakovich concentrated for a moment, then proceeded to listen to the the hushed gasps of the bar's patrons. Dakovich leaned nonchalantly on the counter and allowed his hand to drop to the Killing Edge. "I believe tha' you, ma leatha'-clad friend, shou'd consider leavin' promp'ly." Dakovich said with a smirk. The vagabond did not take to that remark kindly though, and began to draw back a fist. Alas, he was a moment behind Dakovich's similar movement, and he found the tip of a blade under his chin. The man dropped his fist reluctantly. "Ya shou'd probl'y leave now." Dakovich spat out. This time, the vagabond found the suggestion more to his liking. Claps and shouts of thanks echoed throughout the small tavern. Perhaps his room would be free tonight.
Questions/Comments/Suggestions? I just hope I put enough history
