Darcia Soul Campain Application
[ PLAYER INFORMATION ]
Player Name : Mal
Age: 22
Timezone: GMT (United Kingdom)
Personal Journal: lilacsofthedead
Contact Information:
Email: phantomwolf@hotmail.co.uk
AIM: mousewolfapple
Current Characters: Yazoo
Links to Activity Check: Here and here (Oops, I knew I was missing something ^^;;)
Beta-reader: Yes (Yukeh-san did it for me :) )
[ CHARACTER INFORMATION ]
Name: Lord Darcia III
Age: Appears early-to-mid thirties, possibly more like three or four hundred years old. (Actual age unknown.)
Gender: Male
Canon: Wolf's Rain
Timeline: Post-Mortem - when he tried to enter paradise and it destroyed all of him but the wolf's eye.
Character History:
Darcia's Story at his character journal: Part One and Part Two
Please
note that I have tried to be as true to canon as possible, and due to
the nature of the show, many questions are left relatively unanswered
and vague.
Character Personality: Lord Darcia is a
driven, passionate man, in the oldest sense of the word. When he finds a
goal, he devotes himself fully to the completion of it, whether his
motive be revenge, love, or any other reason.
For love, (as
mentioned below) he spent two hundred years searching for a cure to
Paradise Sickness, in near-total isolation with only the company of his
servant Neige and his sleeping wife. For revenge, he walked first for
what was likely several days to reach an enemy keep, and then, injured,
he walked quite literally to the ends of the earth, to see it end and
fufill what he then realised was his destiny.
He has somewhat of
an obsessive personality, especially when it comes to things that are
important to him - he spent two hundred years looking for a cure for
Hamona's cursed sleep, and when she died, he obsessed first about
revenge, and then about joining her in death in the most destructive way
possible.
Darcia speaks quite formally, and his Noble hertiage
very much comes through in the way he moves and treats others. He has
three facets to his mannerisms - the way other Nobles see him act, the
way he treats normal humans, and the way he acts around the wolves. This
last is the most honest, I think, because it follows on how he acts
around Neige (it's unclear on which catagory she falls into
species-wise) and in private with no-one around.
Like many
Nobles, he is a poor loser who does not handle failure well, and bears
an apparent love of strength through stoicism, ruthlessness, poise and
precision. When around other Nobles, and humans with the exception of
Neige, Darcia is very stoic, rarely showing any expression besides a
carefully blank one.
When around normal humans who have never
directly encountered Nobles before, Darcia treats them with a mix of
distant contempt, amusement, and a degree of condescion, much in the
same way most people might treat an annoying child, or a particularly
intelligent dog. At the end of the world, when he had all but lost his
sanity, he considered them to be 'unclean creatures' that should be
killed/purified from the planet before the proverbial cosmic reset
button was pushed.
When out of the company of his own kind, as
well as around the wolves, he wears his heart on his sleeve in
everything from love, (when he spoke tenderly to his comatose wife
before leaving to seek Cheza,) to grief (when he came home you could
clearly see his heart breaking, and the howling fit he had then was a
far cry from the emotionless creature he pretends to be in front of
other humanoids,) and gloating madness (at the end of the world his
facade was finally broken along with his mind.)
Above all else,
though, Darcia adores his wife, Hamona. He treats her comatose form with
reverent tenderness, when he is gentle with almost nothing else at all
in the series. The only time you actually see him happy and content in
the entire show was in the flashback of them chasing each other through
the gardens of his old home, and nearly all of his actions can be traced
back to that single emotion.
Love for his wife motivates him to
steal Cheza back first from Orkum, then from the wolves, to seek out
Jagura and assist in her demise, and even in a twisted way drives him to
attack Kiba at the gate to paradise.
When he came home to find
her dead, he completely lost it, screaming as though he was being
tortured and throwing himself against a pillar, clawing at himself and
howling with grief. The incident all but broke him emotionally, and
after that point, once he has calmed down, you can see how dead he feels
inside just by looking at his expression - no carefully blank facade
anymore, he looks as though he is constantly forcing himself to feel
nothing so as not to dwell on the pain.
In-game, he may be
heartbroken, grieving, and injured, but he will heal both physically and
mentally, and eventually learn to put the past behind him and look to
the future. He is very much a realist in all else, but he held out on a
stubborn, single-minded, romantic hope for a pair of centuries when all
others had given Hamona long up for dead, and he is embittered to the
world that let her die after all the effort that he took.
Yes, he
will be emotionally wounded and angry for a very long time, but away
from situations and objects/people that remind him of Hamona he may
slowly begin to look past her painful memories and begin to live his
life once more.
Also, because of his centuries-long isolation
Darcia will not entirely trust other people intially, apart from
whatever healer might be necessary when he arrives. He might be slow to
make friends, and since the only person he considered an ally turned
around and murdered his wife, he may well try to keep even any partner
he makes at arm's length for fear of betrayal and getting so emotionally
invested once more.
Character Abilities you would like to expand on further: Darcia is an accomplished sword fighter, and well-versed in battle - particularly against four-legged foes.
Nobles,
in the Wolf's Rain world, are as much as race as they are a ranking.
It's canonically unclear as to whether or not they are a separate
species, or else merely humans who still have access to extremely
advanced technology while the rest of that earth rots. Either way, they
are possessed of superior strength, willpower, and most of all,
longevity - two hundred years ago Darcia appeared to be in his early
twenties, and it can be assumed from this that his kind age glacially
slowly compared to normal humans.
The Curse of the House of Darcia
was inflicted on his grandfather and carried on through his bloodline
to the third of their name. It is the closest their world comes to true
lycanthropy. The bearer is marked with the possession of one wolf eye
and one human eye, and sees the world in double layers: as the animals
see it, and as the animals want the humans to see it. No human, and none
but two known Nobles can look upon the wolf's eye without fainting.
In enough desperation and/or anguish they can transform into a very large wolf, three times the size of any normal canid, and become a more savage beast than any wolf would want to be.
The
other half of the curse dictates that if one under it should ever find
their true love, her soul will be stolen away and she will fall into a
sleep from which none can wake her.
Thus he is also very
well-versed in his world's version of alchemy, which seems too
stylized, unexplained and lovely in its presentation to be completely
scientific, and too well-documented and technologically possible to be
quite magic. Magic in it's purest form does exist in their world, but
you see too little of it in canon (apart from the wolves' human-faced
illusions) to really be sure of it's character.
He is quite
intelligent, both scientifically, (see the notes on alchemy above) and
tactically to a certain extent; he walked in and out of high security
fortresses with little effort, but being the head of a fallen House
means he has never had any troops of his own to direct.
This has
had a certain degree of effect upon his pride, and almost certainly was
a factor in his self-loathing for Hamona's death - if there had been
more people than merely his single servant, Neige, at the keep while he
was away chasing Cheza, it is doubtful that Jagura would have found her
deed so easily done.
In his effort to find a cure for his
wife's Paradise Sickness he expanded on his father and grandfather's
experiments with forming hanabito (flower people) from luna-flowers and
ultimately rediscovered Cheza, who he hoped would bring back Hamona from
whatever dream held her trapped away from him.
He favours his
sword in battle, and while he is perfectly competent with it, he is
ultimately a combat pragmatist and won't hesitate to use a gun or
high-tech cannon if they're closer to hand.
Also because of Hamona, he has a great deal of (probably) trivial knowledge of people in cursed sleeps and how to care for them.
Character Weaknesses you would like to expand on further:
Darcia has very few physical weaknesses - as mentioned before, he is an
excellent swordsman and competent with both gun and laser cannon.
However, in the game he will be devoid of sight where his wolf's eye
once was; a completely blind side which might take a little time for him
to adapt and heal.
But mentally, he is quite unstable - his
obsessive love of his dead wife and the battle with her sister has left
him hollow, haunted with nightmares and liable to flinch inwardly at the
sight of girls/women with pale hair - especially lilac, or light green.
It will be a long time before any reminder of her ceases to hurt
entirely. He also may react unpredictably around wolves and dogs that
look like wolves.
Lastly, due a stylistic choice of the Wolf's
Rain world, Darcia will be more used to reading and writing in a
linguistically drifted form of Russian. Luckily, his world uses both
Cyrillic and the English alphabet, so he will be able to adjust,
although it make take some time. (I'm perfectly happy to lose this one
if it will make things too complicated, but I thought it would make an
interesting plot point.)
[ SOUL CAMPAIGN SECTION ]
What abilities will your character retain in Soul Campaign? He will retain his intelligence, his knowledge of his world's science/alchemy, and his swordsmanship.
What weaknesses will your character lose or gain in Soul Campaign?
He will be rendered a mortal man, free of any curse, and lacking his
left (wolf-coloured) eye. He will be weaker, slower, and much easier to
harm than he is used to, as well as suffering the mother of all
blind-spots initially.
However, he will be also calmer than he
was, clearer-thinking, and capable of eventually moving past his pain.
From his point of view, it will feel as though Hamona died a while ago
rather than only the few short months of his timeline.
He won't
be able to see through any illusions any more, due to the lack of his
eye. Also, due to his mental instability and the insanity that took him
near the end of his life in his world, he will be very weak to the
madness wavelength.
The wish Death the Kid made to the BREW
in 2009 was to “rescue Death City and stop the waves of Madness from
overtaking the world.” By whatever means necessary. Pretend you are the BREW. Why would you choose to bring this character to Death City?
For
all the death he caused in his canon, for all the madness and grief
which took his mind in the end, I believe that Darcia is not at his
heart an evil man. If given a second chance to rest and heal away from
his dying world, he will become a great asset to the cause.
If
your character has difficulty verbally communicating or can’t verbally
communicate at all (mute or non-humanoid), elaborate on how this will be
treated in the game. n/a
[ MEISTER ONLY SECTION ]
Why is your character a Meister and not a Weapon?
I
believe that he will be a greater asset as a meister, because he would
do better in an equal partnership if he were the one doing more actual
moving around. As a weapon, he would be given more time to think and
dwell on the past, and that's the last thing he needs in order to
function relatively normally.
Also, due to his being of Noble
birth, Darcia is ill-equipped to accept orders unless they are phrased
as suggestions, and even then may be more headstrong than would suit
being the Weapon of a partnership.
What is your character’s Meister Ability? Why?
Feral Soul
- Even without the Curse of the House of Darcia, he will always be the
sort of person who moves and thinks like a wolf, and so I thought this
particular trait might be appropriate.
Soul Armour
- He's unused to fighting without the stamina of a wolf and the
strength of a noble, so anything that would increase his meagre (to him)
current stats would be a great help. Also, the fact that he needs to be
with a Weapon to do it may help him start to trust and rely on others.
Soul Determination
- Fighters in his world are already quite used to battling until they
can quite literally no longer move, and anything that would give him
back some of the strength that he has lost in becoming a mortal man
would do him a world of good.
[ SOUL INFORMATION ]
Describe your character’s soul with six adjectives.
Grieving, clever, pragmatic, fierce, passionate and honourable.
What does your character’s soul look like? Be creative.
Dark
blue with a long, ragged comet tail, this soul glows like sunlight
through water fifty fathoms deep. Midnight lightens to steel with a
pinprick of pale yellow in the centre, and it wears a grim expression
and an eyepatch which looks more like half of some really well-fitted sunglasses.
[ SAMPLES ]
Provide a First Person style sample in the form of a post to the DEMISE network.
[The
comm switches on, but for a short while, you can see nothing but a
somewhat out-of-focus expanse of dark blue cloth, evidently as someone
inspects the machine. The comments made are in a deep, hoarse murmur, as
though the speaker might have damaged his vocal chords at one point.] A
crude device... I have not ever seen one so basic except in commoners'
hands... and never in this style.
[Whoever it is seems to then
notice that the thing is actually on, and the PoV swings to settle on
the face of a man perhaps in his mid-thirties, with his left eye covered
with a black eyepatch and the right glaring coldest blue.] Now, to
whoever may be listening - what is this place? Where are we? What
language is this writing and most importantly, what is that brought me
here?
I am Lord Darcia the Third of Aerial City, and you will answer me!
Provide a Third Person sample set during the last minutes on their
world and/or their first few moments in the Kishin Chamber.
When
he had beaten Kiba hard enough that the white wolf could no longer rise
to defend his flower maiden, Darcia, the cursed beast, sank massive
jaws into Cheza's side once more and flung her down across the snow. The
fragile roots that spidered from her knees ripped up like weeds from
paving stones, and her skin popped under his teeth like that of an
overripe plum.
He stalked to toward where she lay. Kiba's final
whines and pleas only made him laugh. Had Hamona pleaded, somewhere deep
inside her silenced heart? Had anyone listened to him when his world
and home were torn down, razed and shattered?
Something deep
inside him wrenched violently, and he heaved, spewing green-black bile
from his jaws. More poison. More attempts to end him before he ended all
else.
Awful death-rattling mirth shook him once more. He gazed
upon the gate, where the flower maiden's blood spilled down to the
frozen lake. He could see the diseased red moonlight gleaming on it. His
mind bucked and twisted further, skewing his thoughts with deadly drug.
He was full of the flower's sap, was he not? And he held the essence of
the paradise stone in his very self, in his shape. He could still open
paradise, even if his would be wrong. He could still ruin Kiba and this
world that would see him wrecked and alone forever more.
He staggered down to the icy shoreline, weaving like a drunkard.
He could ... he could still... the entrance to paradise...
He
took one step upon the stillness of the frozen lake, and then blinding
hot flame of a billion colours seared him, agony and ecstasy and purest feeling-
And then scorching white gave over to black oblivion, and that was all he knew for a while.
Presently, Darcia came back to himself.
He
found that he was aware of three things. Firstly, he was human-shaped,
and clothed in the wolf-ripped rags left of his travelling clothes, the
ones he had worn all the way from the wreck of his keep to the end of
the world. Secondly, the left side of his face was a blaze of agony. He
touched his cheek on that side, gingerly, and found the wetness of
blood. A bite, maybe? And thirdly, he found that he was thinking more
clearly now than he had since his wife's demise.
The events after
he had fought his sister-in-law with the white wolf at her keep, and
the false paradise opened there, they seemed like a bad dream, like it
had happened to somebody else. But his bones ached from the
transformation, and he recalled the sensation of sinking his teeth into
flesh too vividly, too recently.
He discovered he could push the
painful memories down and away now, shoving everything that had
happened under a wash of non-thought. What is happening now... focus.
Where are you? What is this place?
It was pitch dark. He could
only make out the dimmest forms: a tall white figure above him, and
vague red shapes about him. The first was most likely a statue, even if
it made his skin crawl. The other objects around him, though - were they
pillars? Great trees, taller than the one his grandfather had bound to
seal the gate to paradise? The human eye was near-useless in darkness,
and if only in this, the curse served him well.
He rolled over
and clambered to his feet, ignored the swell of pain the motion brought,
and fumbled for the eyepatch that had covered his wolf's eye for as
long as he could recall. But instead of the hardened fabric of the
cover, his gloved hand touched a bloody socket.
A sickening
sensation twisted harder into his temple and the world spun. He bit back
a sharp gasp of agony and clutched his head, nearly stumbling into one
of the pillars - and they were pillars, he could see now, through the
black spots that danced in his remaining vision.
He slid down
against it in time for a screen to flicker into existence above and
opposite to where he sat. It was plain, but the picture quality was fine
enough to convey the message, which seemed pre-recorded. He listened to
it in a vague haze of pain and confusion, but when it ended, he
accepted the crude communication unit - only commoners used this level
of device - and staggered out into the light to find some form of healer
in this place.
[ NOTES ]
Just that I'll be
over the moon (if you'll excuse the turn of phrase) if I get this guy in
and look forward to playing him in the future~ :)
Player Name : Mal
Age: 22
Timezone: GMT (United Kingdom)
Personal Journal: lilacsofthedead
Contact Information:
Email: phantomwolf@hotmail.co.uk
AIM: mousewolfapple
Current Characters: Yazoo
Links to Activity Check: Here and here (Oops, I knew I was missing something ^^;;)
Beta-reader: Yes (Yukeh-san did it for me :) )
[ CHARACTER INFORMATION ]
Name: Lord Darcia III
Age: Appears early-to-mid thirties, possibly more like three or four hundred years old. (Actual age unknown.)
Gender: Male
Canon: Wolf's Rain
Timeline: Post-Mortem - when he tried to enter paradise and it destroyed all of him but the wolf's eye.
Character History:
Darcia's Story at his character journal: Part One and Part Two
Please
note that I have tried to be as true to canon as possible, and due to
the nature of the show, many questions are left relatively unanswered
and vague.
Character Personality: Lord Darcia is a
driven, passionate man, in the oldest sense of the word. When he finds a
goal, he devotes himself fully to the completion of it, whether his
motive be revenge, love, or any other reason.
For love, (as
mentioned below) he spent two hundred years searching for a cure to
Paradise Sickness, in near-total isolation with only the company of his
servant Neige and his sleeping wife. For revenge, he walked first for
what was likely several days to reach an enemy keep, and then, injured,
he walked quite literally to the ends of the earth, to see it end and
fufill what he then realised was his destiny.
He has somewhat of
an obsessive personality, especially when it comes to things that are
important to him - he spent two hundred years looking for a cure for
Hamona's cursed sleep, and when she died, he obsessed first about
revenge, and then about joining her in death in the most destructive way
possible.
Darcia speaks quite formally, and his Noble hertiage
very much comes through in the way he moves and treats others. He has
three facets to his mannerisms - the way other Nobles see him act, the
way he treats normal humans, and the way he acts around the wolves. This
last is the most honest, I think, because it follows on how he acts
around Neige (it's unclear on which catagory she falls into
species-wise) and in private with no-one around.
Like many
Nobles, he is a poor loser who does not handle failure well, and bears
an apparent love of strength through stoicism, ruthlessness, poise and
precision. When around other Nobles, and humans with the exception of
Neige, Darcia is very stoic, rarely showing any expression besides a
carefully blank one.
When around normal humans who have never
directly encountered Nobles before, Darcia treats them with a mix of
distant contempt, amusement, and a degree of condescion, much in the
same way most people might treat an annoying child, or a particularly
intelligent dog. At the end of the world, when he had all but lost his
sanity, he considered them to be 'unclean creatures' that should be
killed/purified from the planet before the proverbial cosmic reset
button was pushed.
When out of the company of his own kind, as
well as around the wolves, he wears his heart on his sleeve in
everything from love, (when he spoke tenderly to his comatose wife
before leaving to seek Cheza,) to grief (when he came home you could
clearly see his heart breaking, and the howling fit he had then was a
far cry from the emotionless creature he pretends to be in front of
other humanoids,) and gloating madness (at the end of the world his
facade was finally broken along with his mind.)
Above all else,
though, Darcia adores his wife, Hamona. He treats her comatose form with
reverent tenderness, when he is gentle with almost nothing else at all
in the series. The only time you actually see him happy and content in
the entire show was in the flashback of them chasing each other through
the gardens of his old home, and nearly all of his actions can be traced
back to that single emotion.
Love for his wife motivates him to
steal Cheza back first from Orkum, then from the wolves, to seek out
Jagura and assist in her demise, and even in a twisted way drives him to
attack Kiba at the gate to paradise.
When he came home to find
her dead, he completely lost it, screaming as though he was being
tortured and throwing himself against a pillar, clawing at himself and
howling with grief. The incident all but broke him emotionally, and
after that point, once he has calmed down, you can see how dead he feels
inside just by looking at his expression - no carefully blank facade
anymore, he looks as though he is constantly forcing himself to feel
nothing so as not to dwell on the pain.
In-game, he may be
heartbroken, grieving, and injured, but he will heal both physically and
mentally, and eventually learn to put the past behind him and look to
the future. He is very much a realist in all else, but he held out on a
stubborn, single-minded, romantic hope for a pair of centuries when all
others had given Hamona long up for dead, and he is embittered to the
world that let her die after all the effort that he took.
Yes, he
will be emotionally wounded and angry for a very long time, but away
from situations and objects/people that remind him of Hamona he may
slowly begin to look past her painful memories and begin to live his
life once more.
Also, because of his centuries-long isolation
Darcia will not entirely trust other people intially, apart from
whatever healer might be necessary when he arrives. He might be slow to
make friends, and since the only person he considered an ally turned
around and murdered his wife, he may well try to keep even any partner
he makes at arm's length for fear of betrayal and getting so emotionally
invested once more.
Character Abilities you would like to expand on further: Darcia is an accomplished sword fighter, and well-versed in battle - particularly against four-legged foes.
Nobles,
in the Wolf's Rain world, are as much as race as they are a ranking.
It's canonically unclear as to whether or not they are a separate
species, or else merely humans who still have access to extremely
advanced technology while the rest of that earth rots. Either way, they
are possessed of superior strength, willpower, and most of all,
longevity - two hundred years ago Darcia appeared to be in his early
twenties, and it can be assumed from this that his kind age glacially
slowly compared to normal humans.
The Curse of the House of Darcia
was inflicted on his grandfather and carried on through his bloodline
to the third of their name. It is the closest their world comes to true
lycanthropy. The bearer is marked with the possession of one wolf eye
and one human eye, and sees the world in double layers: as the animals
see it, and as the animals want the humans to see it. No human, and none
but two known Nobles can look upon the wolf's eye without fainting.
In enough desperation and/or anguish they can transform into a very large wolf, three times the size of any normal canid, and become a more savage beast than any wolf would want to be.
The
other half of the curse dictates that if one under it should ever find
their true love, her soul will be stolen away and she will fall into a
sleep from which none can wake her.
Thus he is also very
well-versed in his world's version of alchemy, which seems too
stylized, unexplained and lovely in its presentation to be completely
scientific, and too well-documented and technologically possible to be
quite magic. Magic in it's purest form does exist in their world, but
you see too little of it in canon (apart from the wolves' human-faced
illusions) to really be sure of it's character.
He is quite
intelligent, both scientifically, (see the notes on alchemy above) and
tactically to a certain extent; he walked in and out of high security
fortresses with little effort, but being the head of a fallen House
means he has never had any troops of his own to direct.
This has
had a certain degree of effect upon his pride, and almost certainly was
a factor in his self-loathing for Hamona's death - if there had been
more people than merely his single servant, Neige, at the keep while he
was away chasing Cheza, it is doubtful that Jagura would have found her
deed so easily done.
In his effort to find a cure for his
wife's Paradise Sickness he expanded on his father and grandfather's
experiments with forming hanabito (flower people) from luna-flowers and
ultimately rediscovered Cheza, who he hoped would bring back Hamona from
whatever dream held her trapped away from him.
He favours his
sword in battle, and while he is perfectly competent with it, he is
ultimately a combat pragmatist and won't hesitate to use a gun or
high-tech cannon if they're closer to hand.
Also because of Hamona, he has a great deal of (probably) trivial knowledge of people in cursed sleeps and how to care for them.
Character Weaknesses you would like to expand on further:
Darcia has very few physical weaknesses - as mentioned before, he is an
excellent swordsman and competent with both gun and laser cannon.
However, in the game he will be devoid of sight where his wolf's eye
once was; a completely blind side which might take a little time for him
to adapt and heal.
But mentally, he is quite unstable - his
obsessive love of his dead wife and the battle with her sister has left
him hollow, haunted with nightmares and liable to flinch inwardly at the
sight of girls/women with pale hair - especially lilac, or light green.
It will be a long time before any reminder of her ceases to hurt
entirely. He also may react unpredictably around wolves and dogs that
look like wolves.
Lastly, due a stylistic choice of the Wolf's
Rain world, Darcia will be more used to reading and writing in a
linguistically drifted form of Russian. Luckily, his world uses both
Cyrillic and the English alphabet, so he will be able to adjust,
although it make take some time. (I'm perfectly happy to lose this one
if it will make things too complicated, but I thought it would make an
interesting plot point.)
[ SOUL CAMPAIGN SECTION ]
What abilities will your character retain in Soul Campaign? He will retain his intelligence, his knowledge of his world's science/alchemy, and his swordsmanship.
What weaknesses will your character lose or gain in Soul Campaign?
He will be rendered a mortal man, free of any curse, and lacking his
left (wolf-coloured) eye. He will be weaker, slower, and much easier to
harm than he is used to, as well as suffering the mother of all
blind-spots initially.
However, he will be also calmer than he
was, clearer-thinking, and capable of eventually moving past his pain.
From his point of view, it will feel as though Hamona died a while ago
rather than only the few short months of his timeline.
He won't
be able to see through any illusions any more, due to the lack of his
eye. Also, due to his mental instability and the insanity that took him
near the end of his life in his world, he will be very weak to the
madness wavelength.
The wish Death the Kid made to the BREW
in 2009 was to “rescue Death City and stop the waves of Madness from
overtaking the world.” By whatever means necessary. Pretend you are the BREW. Why would you choose to bring this character to Death City?
For
all the death he caused in his canon, for all the madness and grief
which took his mind in the end, I believe that Darcia is not at his
heart an evil man. If given a second chance to rest and heal away from
his dying world, he will become a great asset to the cause.
If
your character has difficulty verbally communicating or can’t verbally
communicate at all (mute or non-humanoid), elaborate on how this will be
treated in the game. n/a
[ MEISTER ONLY SECTION ]
Why is your character a Meister and not a Weapon?
I
believe that he will be a greater asset as a meister, because he would
do better in an equal partnership if he were the one doing more actual
moving around. As a weapon, he would be given more time to think and
dwell on the past, and that's the last thing he needs in order to
function relatively normally.
Also, due to his being of Noble
birth, Darcia is ill-equipped to accept orders unless they are phrased
as suggestions, and even then may be more headstrong than would suit
being the Weapon of a partnership.
What is your character’s Meister Ability? Why?
Feral Soul
- Even without the Curse of the House of Darcia, he will always be the
sort of person who moves and thinks like a wolf, and so I thought this
particular trait might be appropriate.
Soul Armour
- He's unused to fighting without the stamina of a wolf and the
strength of a noble, so anything that would increase his meagre (to him)
current stats would be a great help. Also, the fact that he needs to be
with a Weapon to do it may help him start to trust and rely on others.
Soul Determination
- Fighters in his world are already quite used to battling until they
can quite literally no longer move, and anything that would give him
back some of the strength that he has lost in becoming a mortal man
would do him a world of good.
[ SOUL INFORMATION ]
Describe your character’s soul with six adjectives.
Grieving, clever, pragmatic, fierce, passionate and honourable.
What does your character’s soul look like? Be creative.
Dark
blue with a long, ragged comet tail, this soul glows like sunlight
through water fifty fathoms deep. Midnight lightens to steel with a
pinprick of pale yellow in the centre, and it wears a grim expression
and an eyepatch which looks more like half of some really well-fitted sunglasses.
[ SAMPLES ]
Provide a First Person style sample in the form of a post to the DEMISE network.
[The
comm switches on, but for a short while, you can see nothing but a
somewhat out-of-focus expanse of dark blue cloth, evidently as someone
inspects the machine. The comments made are in a deep, hoarse murmur, as
though the speaker might have damaged his vocal chords at one point.] A
crude device... I have not ever seen one so basic except in commoners'
hands... and never in this style.
[Whoever it is seems to then
notice that the thing is actually on, and the PoV swings to settle on
the face of a man perhaps in his mid-thirties, with his left eye covered
with a black eyepatch and the right glaring coldest blue.] Now, to
whoever may be listening - what is this place? Where are we? What
language is this writing and most importantly, what is that brought me
here?
I am Lord Darcia the Third of Aerial City, and you will answer me!
Provide a Third Person sample set during the last minutes on their
world and/or their first few moments in the Kishin Chamber.
When
he had beaten Kiba hard enough that the white wolf could no longer rise
to defend his flower maiden, Darcia, the cursed beast, sank massive
jaws into Cheza's side once more and flung her down across the snow. The
fragile roots that spidered from her knees ripped up like weeds from
paving stones, and her skin popped under his teeth like that of an
overripe plum.
He stalked to toward where she lay. Kiba's final
whines and pleas only made him laugh. Had Hamona pleaded, somewhere deep
inside her silenced heart? Had anyone listened to him when his world
and home were torn down, razed and shattered?
Something deep
inside him wrenched violently, and he heaved, spewing green-black bile
from his jaws. More poison. More attempts to end him before he ended all
else.
Awful death-rattling mirth shook him once more. He gazed
upon the gate, where the flower maiden's blood spilled down to the
frozen lake. He could see the diseased red moonlight gleaming on it. His
mind bucked and twisted further, skewing his thoughts with deadly drug.
He was full of the flower's sap, was he not? And he held the essence of
the paradise stone in his very self, in his shape. He could still open
paradise, even if his would be wrong. He could still ruin Kiba and this
world that would see him wrecked and alone forever more.
He staggered down to the icy shoreline, weaving like a drunkard.
He could ... he could still... the entrance to paradise...
He
took one step upon the stillness of the frozen lake, and then blinding
hot flame of a billion colours seared him, agony and ecstasy and purest feeling-
And then scorching white gave over to black oblivion, and that was all he knew for a while.
Presently, Darcia came back to himself.
He
found that he was aware of three things. Firstly, he was human-shaped,
and clothed in the wolf-ripped rags left of his travelling clothes, the
ones he had worn all the way from the wreck of his keep to the end of
the world. Secondly, the left side of his face was a blaze of agony. He
touched his cheek on that side, gingerly, and found the wetness of
blood. A bite, maybe? And thirdly, he found that he was thinking more
clearly now than he had since his wife's demise.
The events after
he had fought his sister-in-law with the white wolf at her keep, and
the false paradise opened there, they seemed like a bad dream, like it
had happened to somebody else. But his bones ached from the
transformation, and he recalled the sensation of sinking his teeth into
flesh too vividly, too recently.
He discovered he could push the
painful memories down and away now, shoving everything that had
happened under a wash of non-thought. What is happening now... focus.
Where are you? What is this place?
It was pitch dark. He could
only make out the dimmest forms: a tall white figure above him, and
vague red shapes about him. The first was most likely a statue, even if
it made his skin crawl. The other objects around him, though - were they
pillars? Great trees, taller than the one his grandfather had bound to
seal the gate to paradise? The human eye was near-useless in darkness,
and if only in this, the curse served him well.
He rolled over
and clambered to his feet, ignored the swell of pain the motion brought,
and fumbled for the eyepatch that had covered his wolf's eye for as
long as he could recall. But instead of the hardened fabric of the
cover, his gloved hand touched a bloody socket.
A sickening
sensation twisted harder into his temple and the world spun. He bit back
a sharp gasp of agony and clutched his head, nearly stumbling into one
of the pillars - and they were pillars, he could see now, through the
black spots that danced in his remaining vision.
He slid down
against it in time for a screen to flicker into existence above and
opposite to where he sat. It was plain, but the picture quality was fine
enough to convey the message, which seemed pre-recorded. He listened to
it in a vague haze of pain and confusion, but when it ended, he
accepted the crude communication unit - only commoners used this level
of device - and staggered out into the light to find some form of healer
in this place.
[ NOTES ]
Just that I'll be
over the moon (if you'll excuse the turn of phrase) if I get this guy in
and look forward to playing him in the future~ :)