Dak - The Displaced
Nov 26, 2015 3:34:33 GMT
Post by what on Nov 26, 2015 3:34:33 GMT
Name: (Dak)
Race:(Human - Natural Outsider - Githzerai)
Age: (31)
Height: (6'5")
Weight: (125 lbs, Inhumanly Slender)
Hair: (None)
Eyes: (Molten Orange, Silently Displeased)
Skin: (Yellowed Grey, Tattoo-covered)
Former Occupation: (Monk)
Former Residence: (Citadel of Gith: The Floating City)
Plane of Origin: (Elemental Chaos - Limbo)
Description
An odd almost alien looking creature, Towering over most of the undead hordes that roam the land and even those lucky enough to have survived. The creature's face was gaunt and hollowed in with most facial definition being lost aside from a serpentine nose to match it's otherworldly appearance. With elongated sickly looking limbs and sharp talon like claws upon each finger and strange incomprehensible tattoos upon the left forearm and right bicep, not to mention even more upon the creature's torso. Though he did not reel back from social situations, He was not the type to initiate or even participate in such, remaining as something of a silent observer, never speaking unless spoken to directly and even then his words had been scarce, never using two words if one would do. Regardless if he spoke or not however, the piercing orange gaze was always finding something to observe and peered out upon the ravaged world with a hint of pragmatism to them.
The Displaced
Upon the Blasted Plains, Zerthimon told Gith there cannot be two skies. In the wake of his words, came war.
So it came to pass that the People had achieved victory over their *illithid* masters. They *knew* freedom. Yet before the green fires had died from the battlefield, Gith spoke of continuing the war. Many, still filled with the bloodlust in their hearts, agreed with her. She spoke of not merely defeating the *illithids,* but destroying all *illithids*
across the Planes. After the *illithids* had been exterminated, they would bring war to all other races they encountered.
In Gith's heart, fires raged. She lived in war, and in war, she *knew* herself. All that her eyes saw, she wanted to conquer.
Zerthimon spoke the beginnings of that which was against Gith's will. He spoke that the People already *knew* freedom. Now they should *know* themselves again and mend the damage that had been done to the People. Behind his words were many other hearts of the People who were weary of the war against the *illithid.*
*Know* that Gith's heart was not Zerthimon's heart on this matter. She said that the war would continue. The *illithid* would be destroyed. Their flesh would be no more. Then the People would claim the False Worlds as their own. Gith told Zerthimon that they would be under the same sky in this matter. The words were like bared steel.
From Zerthimon came the Pronouncement of Two Skies. In the wake of his words came war.
-- The Sixth Circle of Zerthimon
I have a naturally disorderly temperament, and i've chosen to leave my people rather than threaten their stability. I enjoy my newfound freedom, Despite the inherent extreme hostility i've found at my destination. Arriving in this place formerly known as Siranda, A cesspool for chaos. The undead rule the streets and feast upon those unfortunate enough to run across them, Only time will tell if i join them or if i draw strength from the discord to create something for myself in this land.
-Dak Upon Arrival In Siranda
// Still being worked on
Upon the Blasted Plains, Zerthimon told Gith there cannot be two skies. In the wake of his words, came war.
So it came to pass that the People had achieved victory over their *illithid* masters. They *knew* freedom. Yet before the green fires had died from the battlefield, Gith spoke of continuing the war. Many, still filled with the bloodlust in their hearts, agreed with her. She spoke of not merely defeating the *illithids,* but destroying all *illithids*
across the Planes. After the *illithids* had been exterminated, they would bring war to all other races they encountered.
In Gith's heart, fires raged. She lived in war, and in war, she *knew* herself. All that her eyes saw, she wanted to conquer.
Zerthimon spoke the beginnings of that which was against Gith's will. He spoke that the People already *knew* freedom. Now they should *know* themselves again and mend the damage that had been done to the People. Behind his words were many other hearts of the People who were weary of the war against the *illithid.*
*Know* that Gith's heart was not Zerthimon's heart on this matter. She said that the war would continue. The *illithid* would be destroyed. Their flesh would be no more. Then the People would claim the False Worlds as their own. Gith told Zerthimon that they would be under the same sky in this matter. The words were like bared steel.
From Zerthimon came the Pronouncement of Two Skies. In the wake of his words came war.
-- The Sixth Circle of Zerthimon
I have a naturally disorderly temperament, and i've chosen to leave my people rather than threaten their stability. I enjoy my newfound freedom, Despite the inherent extreme hostility i've found at my destination. Arriving in this place formerly known as Siranda, A cesspool for chaos. The undead rule the streets and feast upon those unfortunate enough to run across them, Only time will tell if i join them or if i draw strength from the discord to create something for myself in this land.
-Dak Upon Arrival In Siranda
// Still being worked on
