Post by Damien Bael on Nov 3, 2012 15:06:32 GMT -5
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| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true] | [style=width: 200px; font-family: open sans condensed;serif; color: #e4be66;]AGE| 45 GENDER| Male RANK| Guardian OCCUPATION| The King's Guardian |
SEXUALITY| Heterosexual
RACE| Guardian
CANON OR ORIGINAL| Canon[/td][/tr][/table][/style][style=width:400px;background-color: #d6c177; font: 16px open sans condensed;serif; color: #000000; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 92%; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px;]THE MAKING[/style]
[style=width: 400px; font: 12px open sans condensed;serif; color: #e4be66;text-align:justify; background-color: #a65930]APPEARANCE | Damien stands at six feet and two inches, standing taller then that of his king even though its a small amount. His frame is filled out with toned, defined muscles, a warrior's physique, from countless hours of training and honing his skills. Unlike most in the castle he has a rather simple clothing that he wears often. Robe like tops varying from red to blue, usually parted in the front slightly to revel his chest, on the lower half he just wears simple pants with wrapping from his knees down with slip shoes on his feet. He generally looks far too relaxed for a trained warrior much less a guardian and truthfully that's were it lies, Damien dresses like this because he knows how good he is, how fast he can be outside of bulky armor and he can easily attack or counter like this and hold his own against others easily, the only time he seems to wear his armor is for true fights. He looks and acts like a relaxed person when truly he is the opposite and leading to conclusions about ones appearance can easily get one killed. His hair is rather long, dark blue in color with a fringe over his right side of his face, the rest of his hair is tied in a loose ponytail and throw over his shoulder. His eyes are a surprising red color, not brown or reddish brown but a full out red which can cause some discomfort amongst most. His complexion is lightly tanned.
Damien has multiple scars all over his body, from training, missions, and fights the most noticeable one is the scar across the bridge of his nose. He also has multiple tattoo's his marking on his front have looking like a wing that seems to change between angel wing or a dragon wing, he also has one on the right side of his face curling around his eye and lastly a large back tattoo on the left side of his back.
PERSONALITY | Damien is a rather easy going guy, rather friendly with a joking personality. He smiles, laughs, tells jokes (lewd ones in the company of guys), one can easily forget that he's the King's Guardian and deals with the king daily with the way he acts. The truth is Damien can get along with other people just fine, the King? Much more difficult. Ever since he came to power his vision was becoming more warped and warped to the point where Damien doesn't know who it is wearing that crown anymore. Around Luke he's more serious, gruff, and sometimes blunt as a brick to the face, he has much trapped behind on what he truly wants to say to Luke, but stops himself because nothing could out of it besides rage between two men, Damien doesn't know how they drifted, Luke was and still is a dear friend that he wouldn't hesitate to protect but at the same time he wants to fail his role. This leaves him with such mixed feelings and Luke was his first friend and yet he is turning into someone so different, he hated it while at the same time wants to help him. Even though it feels like they're drifting, Damien is still protective of Lukas.
He's also a bit of a smart ass both it and out of royalty, he really can't help it most of the time as its practically second nature to him, despite being the King's Guardian, royalty circles are not for him, he personally hates the snobbish attitude they have and just general atmosphere, he'd much rather escape from that to head out to the nearest pub, for a drink and a smoke, but he refrains by doing so because while he despises them with a burning passion, its his duty to protect his charge.
He absolutely loves the Queen. Starting out he kept to himself even around the her, it was not his business, his job was to protect the king and only the king, but as time progressed he found he was progressively growing more and more attracted to her, enjoying presence, her kindness and eventually her entire being. He fell in love with her, but dare not speak of it to anyone, not to the King, not to the Queen, not to anyone. Because of this he loves his children that were born, and even though he can't go out and be fatherly to them, he tries to take some place in their life, even if its something as small as teaching them how to fight.
In a fight though, Damien is massively different. Though he is a rather laid back guy, in a full scale fight he is utterly ruthless. While Damien has little to no on the intelligent level of royalty via books and memorization of past events a fight is where he shines, he more of a combat genius. Fighting is something that is enjoyable to him his dark side if you will as he gets a thrill out of life or death fights, the war from the past being one of his favorite battles to date. His large bloodlust and thirst for battle that surprises most and even scares them. Lately its been slipping even more into his daily attitude and he's just barely getting it back under control...and its scaring him. [/style][style=padding: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 15px 15px; border-radius: 0px 0px 15px 15px;]
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true] | [style=width: 200px; font: 12px open sans condensed;serif; color: #e4be66;]LIKES: - The Queen - His Children - A good drink - life-to-death fights | [style=width: 200px;font: 12px open sans condensed;serif; color: #e4be66;]DISLIKES: - The King - Sickness - Seeing the Queen or his children upset - Snobs |
[style=width: 400px; font: 12px open sans condensed;serif; color: #e4be66;text-align:justify; background-color: #a65930]WEAPON | Damien's weapon of choice is a Dao, a sword that was designed for slashing and chopping. A single edged blade, moderately curved, the curve allowing the sword to be reasonably effective for thrusting techniques. The sword itself is five feet long including the hilt, a golden colored guard that was square shaped but had the corners pushed in. The hilt is wrapped with red fabric. He is rather fond of this weapon, having had it for years, he calls it 'Qiulong'.
WEAPON LEVEL | Level 3
SPECIAL ABILITY | Huo Fen: A power that can have Damien create a condensed flame in the shape of a needle. The size is large however, resembling more of a Senbon same width, he can make them bigger (about 10 mm in thickness) but prefers this size as it is much more convenient. Now at first glance they seem nothing special, just senbon that he throws at people (throwing distance is about ten feet), but these are special. If a needle manages to sink into the flesh/metal/leather most will notice that it is rather hot as it is condensed flames, but one can pull it out, however if one leaves them in then after three posts it 'detonates' and depending on the size can effect the size of the explosion area. The common once he uses is much like a quick burst, it will cause swelling, perhaps first degree burns, heat up metal, the explosion isn't that big, only about a foot. Bigger needles cause more damage and a bigger explosion the 10 mm one is one of his bigger explosions, about three feet, but has more fire in it making the damage more that can lead to swelling, damaged nerves, and perhaps some heat blisters. However since the needles are so big, they can't be thrown as far as their smaller counterparts and he can only make a couple of them as opposed to the others. These needles also have very small effects on water or ice based things and can be countered with those elements. Damien can regularly make fifteen of these in total, but only three at a time and can only make another three after the first have all detonated, once he reaches his limit he has a five post cooldown before he can use this technique again.
Long Zhi Nu: The technique that gained him the title of 'Dragon', but Damien personally only uses this when he sees no other way as he truthfully does not like this technique all that much. Its a powerful magic the basically works his body into overdrive, strengthening his body making him stronger (being hit by him it feels like one has been pimp slapped by a bear) and faster with amazing reflexes, the reason why people call him a Dragon from this is because from appearance, his hair takes the appearance of red as his whole body starts to release steam, his mouth is parted in a snarl and seems to have longer canines; his right arm seems to grow scales and claws, looking very much like a dragon arm, the scales are more durable then skin so it makes it harder to cut. But Damien is very dangerous in this form, he cannot tell the difference between friend or foe and will attack ANYONE who is in his line of sight, he is basically only running on instincts and instincts alone no conscious thought to run interference or questioning if its right or wrong. This technique only works for about three posts, after that Damien will be extremely weak and vulnerable to attacks, he can also only use this technique once per thread. Also water and Ice magic work very well on him in this form.
ARMOR |Level 3 Ringmail
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| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true] | [style=width: 200px; font: 12px open sans condensed;serif; color: #e4be66;]STRENGTHS: - Close combat - Trained in multiple areas of weaponry - Strategic - Stealthy - High threshold for pain | [style=width: 200px;font: 12px open sans condensed;serif; color: #e4be66;]WEAKNESSES: - The Queen - His children - Long distance fighting - Animalistic instincts - Stubborn |
[style=width: 400px; font: 12px open sans condensed;serif; color: #e4be66;text-align:justify; background-color: #a65930]INVENTORY | Damien usually carries a jar of healing balm on him and a small dagger that he keeps tucked in the back of his pants, but that's about it.[/style]
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[style=width: 400px; font: 12px open sans condensed;serif; color: #e4be66;text-align:justify; background-color: #a65930] When Damien was born it was rather a surprise. His parents where simple looking guardians, dark hair and dark eyes, where Damien had gotten those bright red eyes. It was more or less considered unnatural. Still that didn't stop them from taking him in for his Guardian training amongst the others. Growing up he was bullied by others, picked on, so he retaliated back like most kids his age did, with violence and anger. Damien could advance far in his training, his missions, he was efficient, a child warrior with blood split on his hands at a very early age. It was six that he was given his charge, a boy his age, the son of the king. It was a shock, him, the demon-eyed child protector of the King's son, a high ranker in this world. Damien was along side of Luke for most of his lessons, his pains, his trials, they didn't get along at first, two little stubborn children, but they bonded in their own way, Lukas eventually being the only person to bring a true smile to his face and eventually they became close friends. Damien hated when the king would beat Lukas and numerous of time went forward to stop the king himself before being beaten aside easily by his own guardian, always a bitter reminder that he isn't strong enough yet. That he couldn't protect Lukas truly yet.
“You are meant to be great, but not to overshadow the one you protect, you appear in public for reasons, but you will protect from the shadows.”
“Yes, master.”
While Damien went through his own training and expectations, he was the guardian for the kings son, lots of pressure was put on him to be absolutely flawless in his task, despite the fact that he was young and thus still learning. When he was ten he was almost failed to stop an assassination on Lukas in a public function, a royal ball. Both of them were dressed up to the max in formal wear, much to Damien's displeasure, and most of the evening was the old man showing off his son and guardian to other nobles, bragging about studies or something like it, Damien truthfully wasn't paying attention but rather eying the buffet table as he was rather hungry.
“LUKE! GET DOWN!”
“Dami--?!”
Sneaking away briefly he made his way over to the table, he only wanted a snack and he was sure Lukas was hungry too so he was going to grab something for him too. It was lucky that he did or else he never would've spotted the man on the second floor aiming a crossbow across the room at his charge. He barely made it back in time to push Lukas out of the way as the arrow came rushing by, the sharp metal slicing through the skin on his face. Even with the cries of outrage and horror, that still didn't stop Damien from retaliating with his own attack, though it fell short, but it was enough to give the general location for the other guardians. Lukas was safe, but after the adrenaline was over, it struck him on how close he was to losing his friend, so he hugged the other boy close refusing to let go even as the medics came to heal his face.
“Ah, I'm so sorry!”
“Its alright! Thank you so much for helping me.”
As the years passed and his experience and power grew along side of Lukas' he could only watch as his friend became more and more withdrawn till he was rather cold man, but even then he was different then when he was a child. He's seen the deaths of allies and of the few friends he managed to gain outside of Lucas, and while he was a more friendly guy at the age of sixteen, and experiencing alcohol, sex and drugs, he was also rather bloodthristy. While out one time with Lukas in the streets outside the castle walls, he bumped into someone causing them to spill the apples they were holding onto the ground. Apologizing he went to his knees to help her gather them and was surprised when Lukas joined him. Looking up he caught the features of the girl and beneath the dirt and grim she was rather pretty, handing over the fruit all he could do and watch as she thanked them with a bright smile that lit up her face before rushing off before either of them could get a word in. Damien was positive that he would never see her again.
“Oh so you want to KILL the queen? Well then seems you failed.”
“Dr...Dragon...”
“Eh, close enough to my name.”
But he was wrong as three years later, as Lukas became king, took up a woman to be his queen, one with no noble background, the very same girl that they bumped into. The castle turned into a bloody battlefield much, it was in here that Damien was something considered a demon, he loved it more then a person should have. Even though it was only three days, Damien thwarted many assassination attempts on both himself and on the royal couple. After wards he helped the king hunt down all who opposed him, he was young and eager, any excuse to kill, to get stronger. The years after that were filled with mission and training as he interacted with others, getting his killer intent under control for this area of 'peace'.
“Everything would be so much simpler without these feelings for her...”
Lukas seemed to have even fallen for his Queen, which was understandable as she was kind as she was beautiful, even Damien himself was fond of her from the brief conversations that they have had together. As strange as it sounded, her presence seemed to tame the creature within him, he didn't know why, but he knew that he would protect her and not simply for the duty that she is the King's wife but something much deeper. It was a few years later that he realized that he had a crush upon her, and waited for it to pass, she was happy with her marriage and Lukas was happy with her, a one-sided crush didn't need to be known it would only cause problems.
“Why are you repeating past mistakes? Luke you can't put this much pressure on a toddler just learning to walk!”
“Silence yourself Damien, what I do to my child is not your concern.”
With the birth of the first born he helped out as he could with the boy but Lukas was placing too much pressure on the boy and Damien was confused, didn't Lukas remember the pain of having such things pushed upon him while he was but a child so he would have no way of getting it perfect the first time, let alone with inexperienced hands? Archibald was only two, TWO, when Lukas deemed him ready to learn swordplay. Damien would often interrupt the lesson with some excuse to the teacher and allow the boy to go play for a few hours before his studies began, it was ridiculous and it left a bad taste in his mouth. Why couldn't Lukas see what he was doing was the same to what was done to them? Damien knew they were warped, no other child SHOULD have to suffer from this kind of pressure.
“I'm a guardian but not this kind of guardian...”
When Lukas seemed to be pushing his family aside to search for...something it just left Damien with more questions then answers. It was after one argument with his queen; who wanted her first born to have a normal life, no more training until he was older. It steadily got worse and worse, and all Damien could do was listen and guard the door. There was an echoing 'SLAP' and a harsh silence that followed, before the king stormed out of the room shaking with fury, Damien was torn from wanting to follow the king, as it was his duty, or see if the Queen was alright, but before he could decided Lukas told Damien he was dismissed for the rest of the evening, narrowing down his two options to just the one. Once the King was out of sight, Damien slipped into the room where the Queen was in.
“This thing called beauty was too bewitching.”
He saw her silhouette as she was on the ground, hands to her face with her shoulders shaking. He approached her making her tense before she looked over to see who it was and her features twisted into one of confusion, obviously questioning why he was there. Swallowing thickly he asked if she was alright, which she did not reply at first just lowering her gaze so that her hair shadowed her eyes. Getting closer he got down to one knee and placed one hand on her shoulder, talking to her gently telling her that she should get tidied up and ready for bed, and was greatly surprised when she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his torso while he lost balance and fell on his behind with her sprawled over him.
“She asked for the impossible...and I was too weak to deny her...I could never deny her.”
With a pleading voice she asked, no, begged of him to take her into his arms for the night. Damien was torn, but he knew he had to deny her, she was the King's wife, this would be the ultimate of betrayals, even if he did care for her greatly he couldn't, he knew he couldn't. But he did anyway. He took her to his bed that night and left when morning came, knowing that nothing good could come out of a servant seeing them together. It was a few months later that she asked to speak with him in the library, it was there that she told him.
“Pregnant?! A—Are you sure?”
“Of course I'm sure! I know my body, I know what pregnancy is for me! Don't be so daft!”
Pregnant. The word turned in his head as he stuttered in disbelief, he asked her if she was sure, which she answered with a 'You're really asking me that?' face. His mind raced, there was always a chance that the child inside of her wasn't his anyway, she and the king had reconciled from that fight a few months back, it could be his. But it still haunted him, after all if any appeared with red eyes there would be no doubt who the father was and that just made Damien worry even more. The remaining months on her pregnancy was a stressful time for Damien, helping between the King AND Queen. When they were born he was rather relieved, blond hair on both of the twins and no red eyes to be seen, and with royal markings, no way one could say they aren't children of the king, even though he knew the truth, they were his. He wished that he could hold them more then for that brief second that they were born before quickly giving them to Melisande and going to tell the King he has twins.
“The King has another one...a bastard child!”
“Luke...?”
Damien would often watch the Queen with the twins, who she seemed so happy to have even though they were from a affair, and Damien was fond of them as well, a fatherly love inside of him, those were his children, those beautiful creatures that would grow up into magnificent adults. He was protective of them, even though they could never know that he was their father. Only a few years into the twins birth that another was born, but not by the Queen, but by a harlot that the king had slept with.
“Do you think I am in the wrong for what I did Damien?”
“...No, Lu—your majesty.”
While Damien was shocked, he never said anything against it even when Lukas asked him, he really couldn't, not when he answered all of the Queen's summons and continued to sleep with her even after the twins were born. He could only watch as Lukas went to kill the child but only to have the Queen stop him, by pleading with him to spare the child. It amazed Damien how big the Queen's heart was. It was shortly after that the King left, ordering Damien to stay behind as he would not be needed. Meeting the Queen in the gardens he watched as she tended to the new addition to the family Caeius as the twins played on a blanket near her playing with toys. Noticing him, the Queen beckoned him to join them, placing the new babe in Damien's arms, watching as Damien held the child and adjusted his grip so that he was holding Caeius properly. It was like this for awhile before the twins decided to approach Damien so he passed Caeius back to her as he played with them for a bit. It was one of the rare times that Damien could play with his offspring, and he couldn't help but wonder if they remembered it at all even if it was a little hazy. Its one of his fondest memories as it was full of laughter and what Damien hoped was a fatherly love.
“You were always there for me...for years, I cannot question your devotion.”
“My Lad--”
“No. Here, I am Melisande.”
After wards as the children were all taking a nap in their rooms Damien and the Queen got into a rather deep conversation, with Damien saying that he cared greatly for her, even loved her, much to her shock. He told her how he liked her that way for years and perhaps if Lukas hadn't he would've married her himself. She was silent before she stood up and grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the gardens pulling him to a secret place as she told him, that he was this silent support for her for years, that she herself had slowly began to find that she loved him as well. They made love in that secret spot in the garden, and nine months later the last one was born, Arielle.
“You should straighten out your shoulder princess, you'll pull a muscle otherwise.”
“...Aria, if you are going to give me advice you will address me by my name, not my title or else you will find a arrow in a hideous location.”
“Heh, alright...Aria.”
Though he couldn't be a father to them, Damien made sure that he played some part in their life. When they were old enough, he helped Aiden learn swordplay, gave Aria little tips on how to use her bow, watching her and criticizing her form when it was slacking. He even helped Caeius with his sword training even though the boy seemed to shrink from him, he even watched Arielle's training and helped her adjust her stance to a proper one as help. As the years passed and Lukas becoming more and more twisted while his affair with the Queen continued, he had long since stopped feeling guilty about it, he was just another person that was sometimes forced to handle the King's rage, and has yet to stop wondering what had happened to his friend all those years ago. Lately Damien has been going on a lot more missions, awakening the sleeping blood lust within him.
“This destruction...I've missed it.”
He just prayed that none of his children or the woman who he treasured above most would ever see him in this state...that was steadily growing worse.
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