Dulark Eldmund
Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 2:54 pm
(Please know that the main and nearly only reason for for my choosing of Dulark's god being one very similar to the Abrahamic god is to even out his strengths and weaknesses. )
Name: Dulark Eldmund
Race: Human
Occupation: Mercenary
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Height: 6'7in
Weight: 250lbs
Age: 28
Overview: For a young and blood thirsty mercenary Dulark is surprisingly calm and well mannered most of the time. He makes his living with his sword albeit a terrible one seeing as how he is extremely picky about who will serve. He is quite a tall and imposing figure although his natural smile and harmless mannerisms tend to off set most intimidating qualities about him.
Appearance: Dulark is a very tall and well toned individual. His brown hair parts in the middle of his fore head and goes down to his chins height. The hair on the back of his head falls just a little below his chin. He has a slight beard on his face going from ear to ear and to lip height. It is not a full beard by any means as it is more of an extreme five o clock shadow. He wears a black cloak most of the time even in the summer and almost always has the hood up. His cloak is a very tough and thick. It can actually be quite use full in helping to defend himself against harm. He wears a plane black tunic and black cloth pants. He also wears a suite of chain mail protecting his chest and stomach areas as well as his arms. But he has no leggings of any kind. The only other noticeable things about him are the sword he carries which is not very small and his belt which holds many small things like a water skin and daggers.
Personality: Dulark while coming off as quite nice and very polite upon first impression can switch personalities in a split second. If engaged in a battle Dulark considers just he will very much enjoy in killing his enemies going so far as to laugh while doing so. This sick pleasure in killing things can cause people to forget their first impression of him and label him a maniac. They would be correct to do so.
Strengths:
Dularks main strength is his ability to regenerate to a degree but it is also his greatest weakness.
Regenerative abilities: lead to quite a few advantages. The first is resistance to death. He can be killed but not nearly so easy as a normal man. If his head were to fall off he would die however if someone attached it to his neck and if he were at completely full energy there is the slightest chance it would attach itself. And if for some reason Dulark would awake from his comma, then within a year or two he would be good as new. But such things as stab wounds would heal easily although they would certainly drain his energy. The other advantage of this ability is his enhanced physical abilities. Because of the brains want to protect the body it limits what it will allow the human body to do only through massive mental training could one maybe get rid of these limitations. However that would be horrible for your body if you used quite literally your bodies maximum potential in all scenarios. But do to Dulark's schizophrenia and healing abilities not only is he able to overcome his body limitations he also doesn't suffer the horrible consequence of having a useless and mutilated body. So in short he has the maximum usage of his entire body which leads to almost inhuman strength, speed, and endurance.
Blade work. Dulark has trained from a young age to be able to fight with bladed weapons such as swords and daggers. He is very skilled he is however to young to be a master of the art. However do to his physical capabilities he is a very dangerous foe.
Weaknesses:
Mania: Dulark is crazy that is a fact. He enjoys in killing his enemies in a near disgusting way. This causes him to be avoided by most people who see him fight and be branded as a homicidal maniac.
schizophrenia: This is the closest thing that can describe Dularks other mental issue. While it is not his God that grants him his abilities in his mind it completely and totally is that. Just as to a schizophrenic what happens to them and what they see is real to them. It is no use arguing with them because to them it is real. So it is also no use arguing with Dulark that he may have other abilities like being able to heal others for in his mind his reality is that his lord has blessed him with these abilities so that he will have the ability to better serve him.
overexertion: Dulark not being able to feel himself getting tired might suddenly fall over unconcious as even though his endurance is high he quite literally never knows when to quit or take a brake. His energy will be drained even quicker if he has to regenerate.
Unlisted magic: Dulark does not want to be branded a magic user as to himself he is not one. So as result he has not listed himself as one. If anyone found out about it he could be in some serious trouble.
Uncontrollable magic: He can not control his powers for he does not know that they are really his. So as a result he must be very careful to not get caught healing in front of some one with a loose tongue or worse, a guard or battlemage. The other unfortunate effect is that he will have to expand more energy than its worth to heal very small cuts or bruises.
Money: He is almost always poor as he spends what he makes nearly instantly.
Smoking: Dulark picked up smoking about a year ago. He cells will heal whatever damage it causes him. However a large chunk of his money when he has any goes to very fine tobacco. While he likes to smoke it drains his energy slightly as it must be expended to counteract its unhealthy effects.
Reckless: Dulark takes many risks in battle. He does not fear death or defeat and especially not injury. Because of this Dulark tends to wear himself out pretty fast.
Anger: Dulark can get angry and overreact when someone mocks his god. Although it would have to be a bad insult Dulark might actually hurt an innocent.
Cultist: If anyone found about his religion they would think of him as the strange cultist who worships the god he made up.
Hatred. Dulark hates with a passion and would in a heart beat do something very stupid in the attempt to kill a summoner of demons or demons themselves.
Picky: Dulark is a terrible mercenary he will only serve some he thinks has a just cause and because of this he is horrible at making the largest amount of profit possible for him.
History:
Dularks history while interesting is simple.
His parents died of starvation as they were all dirt poor. Dulark managed to survive street life for a year learning how to scrap a living. However at the end of his first year alone during winter he was very near death. He was approached by a sly looking man dressed in fancy clothes and a black wide brimmed hat. Dulark grabbed his rusty long knife to try and defend himself or rob the man what ever he felt the best option to be. The man laughed and threw the knife against the near wall with some form of magic. Dulark scared out of his mind listened in fear to what the man offered him. He told Dulark that he had been chosen by an ancient and higher power than any other in existence. Dulark was very skeptical but also very hungry. So with the promise of food he followed the man.
When he arrived at his home there was another man of similar appearance there who upon seeing Dulark asked his partner. " Is the chosen ready?"
The man responded yes. They took him inside of their house and had him try to lift this very elegant and masterwork long sword. When he did it began to glow with a blue light. Dulark did not notice the man behind was concentrating very intensely on the casting of a light spell.
From their they convinced Dulark that he was chosen to serve a higher power by helping help others. This included going into very rough places and spreading the word about his masters services being offered. He offered willingly to do all the house chores that had to be done. What Dulark was told and believed is that his masters were risking their lives to heal unfortunate people with little to no money with illegal magic. What was really happening is they suckered a starving person off the street to help them with their extremely illegal activities. Their main area of expertise was in fact healing. However they only healed people who were injured in the process of doing something illegal and for a very large sum of money.
This went on for many years until Dulark was eighteen and his skills with his trusted blade Holy flame had become very great for a man his age. Then he started to act as a bouncer or as his masters put it a guard for there and most charitable and holy works. He was a little worried about dying so they told him that he was protected by their almighty whom would not allow him to be slain as easily as any of the faithless. Dulark believed them completely. During one a customers more violent visits Dulark was forced to throw him out. The man stabbed him with a knife in the stomach however and when he came back in he tried to show the wound to his masters. They only said "look! what did you think we meant by protection?" Dulark looked at his wound with surprise as it was no longer there. He did not notice that one of his masters was once again concentrating very hard behind his back healing his wound. From then on Due to Dulark's utter belief in the fact that he was protected and some hidden natural magical abilities he started to heal on his own. Much to his masters surprise they had struck the jackpot for the perfect slave.
However what his masters did not expect was Dularks heart. He now twenty two while wondering the street found an injured woman she appeared poor and in need so Dulark took him to his masters house. They told him to leave them be so that they could heal her. However an hour later his masters informed Dulark that the women did not survive despite their best efforts at saving her.
For the greater good they had to dispose of the body secretly and swiftly. So that is what they did. There disposal of the body would have been perfect if not for one thing. While Dulark started to pack up their gear mainly shovels and head home before his masters, he realized he forgot something. He quietly walked back to where his masters were when he saw them from a distance. He was about to get their attention when all of sudden he heard what they were saying.
"at the boy didn't find out."
Dulark moved behind an ally way in order to not be noticed.
"Yes I agree we will have to tell him something so that he doesn't bring anymore riff raff to our hideout. Wouldn't do to get caught now would it?"
"Indeed and how many peasants could we could kill before people would start to notice?"
Dulark was so stunned to figure out that his masters that he had been living with for so long turned out to be murders. He nearly fell on the spot. However he did not for one thing kept him standing and that was rage. "How dare they trick him! How dare they abuse his abilities and their god's blessings for so long! How dare they involve him in their disgusting acts! How dare they force him to share in that woman's spilled blood! I am chosen by a higher for sure but chosen for what? I suppose it's time I found out." Dulark thought to himself. Upon returning home he knew what he must do. He pulled out his blade and slowly started to look for his masters. When he found them one said. "Oh good it's you my boy. Now we are proud that you went out of your way for that woman bu-" That was as far as he got. For Dulark had shoved his blade through his chest. His other master stood up the one who had tricked him to begin with. He sent flames searing towards Dulark and they were so intense that they knocked him off his feet and into the wall behind him. His master started cursing and complaining about having to find a new partner when Dulark stood up. Exhausted and badly in pain his powers had saved him. Using his sword as a make shift cane he rose up. "You were correct master. I am chosen by a higher power. But I am not chosen by our god to help you make a mockery of his followers, so prepare to meet him yourself and beg for forgiveness!" His master cried "It was a lie boy all a lie just some dredged up old myth to fool you! How about this!? You obviously have some gifts yourself you could replace Theobeld!" Dulark started to laugh and experience his first taste of mania he liked it. It helped to fade out confusion and pain. "That's were you are wrong! I never had any abilities I never was able to heal myself. That dredged up old myth just happened to be real most unluckily for you!" He responded and then lunged at his stunned former master impaling him. With that Dulark set the house ablaze to leave no amount of evidence. After all these two had spent most likely a very many years making sure no one knew anything about this house.
Possessions:
Holy flame: Dulark believes this sword to be a blessed and ancient relic of his gods followers of old. He is wrong but in his minds reality no one can tell him different. It is however enchanted. It was given to his former masters as payment from a client who was running short on money. It has the ability to be extremely durable unaturaly so and never lose its edge as well as harm creatures like shape shifters, vampires, and other monsters resistant to many forms of attack.
Two daggers, Black cloak, seven days of rations, a water skin, Boots of tough black leather, shirts and pants both black, various pouches for holding money and other things like tobacco and his pipe. His suit of chain mail and a pair of black leather gloves. Very little money.
Name: Dulark Eldmund
Race: Human
Occupation: Mercenary
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Height: 6'7in
Weight: 250lbs
Age: 28
Overview: For a young and blood thirsty mercenary Dulark is surprisingly calm and well mannered most of the time. He makes his living with his sword albeit a terrible one seeing as how he is extremely picky about who will serve. He is quite a tall and imposing figure although his natural smile and harmless mannerisms tend to off set most intimidating qualities about him.
Appearance: Dulark is a very tall and well toned individual. His brown hair parts in the middle of his fore head and goes down to his chins height. The hair on the back of his head falls just a little below his chin. He has a slight beard on his face going from ear to ear and to lip height. It is not a full beard by any means as it is more of an extreme five o clock shadow. He wears a black cloak most of the time even in the summer and almost always has the hood up. His cloak is a very tough and thick. It can actually be quite use full in helping to defend himself against harm. He wears a plane black tunic and black cloth pants. He also wears a suite of chain mail protecting his chest and stomach areas as well as his arms. But he has no leggings of any kind. The only other noticeable things about him are the sword he carries which is not very small and his belt which holds many small things like a water skin and daggers.
Personality: Dulark while coming off as quite nice and very polite upon first impression can switch personalities in a split second. If engaged in a battle Dulark considers just he will very much enjoy in killing his enemies going so far as to laugh while doing so. This sick pleasure in killing things can cause people to forget their first impression of him and label him a maniac. They would be correct to do so.
Strengths:
Dularks main strength is his ability to regenerate to a degree but it is also his greatest weakness.
Regenerative abilities: lead to quite a few advantages. The first is resistance to death. He can be killed but not nearly so easy as a normal man. If his head were to fall off he would die however if someone attached it to his neck and if he were at completely full energy there is the slightest chance it would attach itself. And if for some reason Dulark would awake from his comma, then within a year or two he would be good as new. But such things as stab wounds would heal easily although they would certainly drain his energy. The other advantage of this ability is his enhanced physical abilities. Because of the brains want to protect the body it limits what it will allow the human body to do only through massive mental training could one maybe get rid of these limitations. However that would be horrible for your body if you used quite literally your bodies maximum potential in all scenarios. But do to Dulark's schizophrenia and healing abilities not only is he able to overcome his body limitations he also doesn't suffer the horrible consequence of having a useless and mutilated body. So in short he has the maximum usage of his entire body which leads to almost inhuman strength, speed, and endurance.
Blade work. Dulark has trained from a young age to be able to fight with bladed weapons such as swords and daggers. He is very skilled he is however to young to be a master of the art. However do to his physical capabilities he is a very dangerous foe.
Weaknesses:
Mania: Dulark is crazy that is a fact. He enjoys in killing his enemies in a near disgusting way. This causes him to be avoided by most people who see him fight and be branded as a homicidal maniac.
schizophrenia: This is the closest thing that can describe Dularks other mental issue. While it is not his God that grants him his abilities in his mind it completely and totally is that. Just as to a schizophrenic what happens to them and what they see is real to them. It is no use arguing with them because to them it is real. So it is also no use arguing with Dulark that he may have other abilities like being able to heal others for in his mind his reality is that his lord has blessed him with these abilities so that he will have the ability to better serve him.
overexertion: Dulark not being able to feel himself getting tired might suddenly fall over unconcious as even though his endurance is high he quite literally never knows when to quit or take a brake. His energy will be drained even quicker if he has to regenerate.
Unlisted magic: Dulark does not want to be branded a magic user as to himself he is not one. So as result he has not listed himself as one. If anyone found out about it he could be in some serious trouble.
Uncontrollable magic: He can not control his powers for he does not know that they are really his. So as a result he must be very careful to not get caught healing in front of some one with a loose tongue or worse, a guard or battlemage. The other unfortunate effect is that he will have to expand more energy than its worth to heal very small cuts or bruises.
Money: He is almost always poor as he spends what he makes nearly instantly.
Smoking: Dulark picked up smoking about a year ago. He cells will heal whatever damage it causes him. However a large chunk of his money when he has any goes to very fine tobacco. While he likes to smoke it drains his energy slightly as it must be expended to counteract its unhealthy effects.
Reckless: Dulark takes many risks in battle. He does not fear death or defeat and especially not injury. Because of this Dulark tends to wear himself out pretty fast.
Anger: Dulark can get angry and overreact when someone mocks his god. Although it would have to be a bad insult Dulark might actually hurt an innocent.
Cultist: If anyone found about his religion they would think of him as the strange cultist who worships the god he made up.
Hatred. Dulark hates with a passion and would in a heart beat do something very stupid in the attempt to kill a summoner of demons or demons themselves.
Picky: Dulark is a terrible mercenary he will only serve some he thinks has a just cause and because of this he is horrible at making the largest amount of profit possible for him.
History:
Dularks history while interesting is simple.
His parents died of starvation as they were all dirt poor. Dulark managed to survive street life for a year learning how to scrap a living. However at the end of his first year alone during winter he was very near death. He was approached by a sly looking man dressed in fancy clothes and a black wide brimmed hat. Dulark grabbed his rusty long knife to try and defend himself or rob the man what ever he felt the best option to be. The man laughed and threw the knife against the near wall with some form of magic. Dulark scared out of his mind listened in fear to what the man offered him. He told Dulark that he had been chosen by an ancient and higher power than any other in existence. Dulark was very skeptical but also very hungry. So with the promise of food he followed the man.
When he arrived at his home there was another man of similar appearance there who upon seeing Dulark asked his partner. " Is the chosen ready?"
The man responded yes. They took him inside of their house and had him try to lift this very elegant and masterwork long sword. When he did it began to glow with a blue light. Dulark did not notice the man behind was concentrating very intensely on the casting of a light spell.
From their they convinced Dulark that he was chosen to serve a higher power by helping help others. This included going into very rough places and spreading the word about his masters services being offered. He offered willingly to do all the house chores that had to be done. What Dulark was told and believed is that his masters were risking their lives to heal unfortunate people with little to no money with illegal magic. What was really happening is they suckered a starving person off the street to help them with their extremely illegal activities. Their main area of expertise was in fact healing. However they only healed people who were injured in the process of doing something illegal and for a very large sum of money.
This went on for many years until Dulark was eighteen and his skills with his trusted blade Holy flame had become very great for a man his age. Then he started to act as a bouncer or as his masters put it a guard for there and most charitable and holy works. He was a little worried about dying so they told him that he was protected by their almighty whom would not allow him to be slain as easily as any of the faithless. Dulark believed them completely. During one a customers more violent visits Dulark was forced to throw him out. The man stabbed him with a knife in the stomach however and when he came back in he tried to show the wound to his masters. They only said "look! what did you think we meant by protection?" Dulark looked at his wound with surprise as it was no longer there. He did not notice that one of his masters was once again concentrating very hard behind his back healing his wound. From then on Due to Dulark's utter belief in the fact that he was protected and some hidden natural magical abilities he started to heal on his own. Much to his masters surprise they had struck the jackpot for the perfect slave.
However what his masters did not expect was Dularks heart. He now twenty two while wondering the street found an injured woman she appeared poor and in need so Dulark took him to his masters house. They told him to leave them be so that they could heal her. However an hour later his masters informed Dulark that the women did not survive despite their best efforts at saving her.
For the greater good they had to dispose of the body secretly and swiftly. So that is what they did. There disposal of the body would have been perfect if not for one thing. While Dulark started to pack up their gear mainly shovels and head home before his masters, he realized he forgot something. He quietly walked back to where his masters were when he saw them from a distance. He was about to get their attention when all of sudden he heard what they were saying.
"at the boy didn't find out."
Dulark moved behind an ally way in order to not be noticed.
"Yes I agree we will have to tell him something so that he doesn't bring anymore riff raff to our hideout. Wouldn't do to get caught now would it?"
"Indeed and how many peasants could we could kill before people would start to notice?"
Dulark was so stunned to figure out that his masters that he had been living with for so long turned out to be murders. He nearly fell on the spot. However he did not for one thing kept him standing and that was rage. "How dare they trick him! How dare they abuse his abilities and their god's blessings for so long! How dare they involve him in their disgusting acts! How dare they force him to share in that woman's spilled blood! I am chosen by a higher for sure but chosen for what? I suppose it's time I found out." Dulark thought to himself. Upon returning home he knew what he must do. He pulled out his blade and slowly started to look for his masters. When he found them one said. "Oh good it's you my boy. Now we are proud that you went out of your way for that woman bu-" That was as far as he got. For Dulark had shoved his blade through his chest. His other master stood up the one who had tricked him to begin with. He sent flames searing towards Dulark and they were so intense that they knocked him off his feet and into the wall behind him. His master started cursing and complaining about having to find a new partner when Dulark stood up. Exhausted and badly in pain his powers had saved him. Using his sword as a make shift cane he rose up. "You were correct master. I am chosen by a higher power. But I am not chosen by our god to help you make a mockery of his followers, so prepare to meet him yourself and beg for forgiveness!" His master cried "It was a lie boy all a lie just some dredged up old myth to fool you! How about this!? You obviously have some gifts yourself you could replace Theobeld!" Dulark started to laugh and experience his first taste of mania he liked it. It helped to fade out confusion and pain. "That's were you are wrong! I never had any abilities I never was able to heal myself. That dredged up old myth just happened to be real most unluckily for you!" He responded and then lunged at his stunned former master impaling him. With that Dulark set the house ablaze to leave no amount of evidence. After all these two had spent most likely a very many years making sure no one knew anything about this house.
Possessions:
Holy flame: Dulark believes this sword to be a blessed and ancient relic of his gods followers of old. He is wrong but in his minds reality no one can tell him different. It is however enchanted. It was given to his former masters as payment from a client who was running short on money. It has the ability to be extremely durable unaturaly so and never lose its edge as well as harm creatures like shape shifters, vampires, and other monsters resistant to many forms of attack.
Two daggers, Black cloak, seven days of rations, a water skin, Boots of tough black leather, shirts and pants both black, various pouches for holding money and other things like tobacco and his pipe. His suit of chain mail and a pair of black leather gloves. Very little money.
