Summer 15th, 386 AV Darshan The Exiled Appearance Don't look too hard now, you might not be able to look away. Full Name: Darshan Race: Dhani, Rattler Gender: Male Height: 5'11 Weight: 200 lbs Profession: PoisonCrafter Housing: Apartment on Blade Island Likes: Slaughter, Hunting, Revenge, Night, Nature, Conviction Dislikes: Slavery, Disloyalty, Dishonor Merits: Daredevil, Danger Sense Flaws: Vengeance, Haunted by "death", Paranoid Fluent: Snake Tongue Fluent: Common Poor: N/a Basic: N/a Shapeshifting: Darshan has the inherit ability to shift between his snake form, dhani form and human form at will. In Human Form: Darshan possesses a rather unremarkable appearance at first glance. His jet black hair is lengthy and stops just below his shoulder blades. He appears to be very physically fit, with a well sculpted body and a lack for body fat. Darshans slightly-bronze skin complexion complements his muscle tone; he has a strong jaw line and light-stubble upon his visage. He is a somewhat tall individual, and stands at a vertical height of 5'11. Darshans irises are of a light-emerald hue with slight undertones of blue. In Snake Form: Darshan appears to be a formidable creature, and is 14 feet in length. He has multiple diamond patterns along the length of his spinal cord, and has a blue scale coloration. In Dhani Form Darshan has a rather grotesque appearance with blue scales, and grows to become fifteen feet in height. His weight and muscle mass increase substantially, and he weighs 400 lbs. He is as wide as a man and a half from shoulder to shoulder. Personality Looks are only skin deep, look beyond the flesh. Life is meaningless without taking risks, and often times that can result in both good and bad consequences. There is no true evil, and there is no good there is simply what is and what is not. Darshan is the epitome of deception, and a man of few words. By day a bartender, and by night a poisoncrafter. He is an incredibly charismatic individual and generally has a friendly smile upon his face. History Looks are only skin deep, look beyond the flesh. Darshan was born a simple man and lived a normal life in the cobalt mountain region of Syliras. His father was a large Constrictor, and his mother a Viper. His father took up residence in the mountains in order to protect his family while he went off and joined the Syliran Knights. While he was away Darshan often found himself lacking any entertainment therefore he decided to educate himself about what surrounded him. He had already learned to survive in the wild to some degree, and knew that his survival could not be indefinite. However, if he were to learn the landscape further than he currently knew it then perhaps survival could be indefinite. Darshan was a troubled child, and grew up with what was practically the absence of his father. His mother took the time to educate him on the art of malediction which was “forbidden” within multiple cities due to its nature. She taught him the basics of the magic before she too eventually left him alone. He was forced to become an independent individual at a young age, and in his spare time he read books. However one night when he returned to his cave he found both his father in a suspicious posture above his mother. Darshan paced forward only to see something far more horrific than he had ever seen before; a brutal scene. The stench of iron entered his nostrils, and repulsed him; he knew the scent of a fresh kill well. His father upheld a mallet composed of some sort of metal and bashed his mothers skull in. The corpse that he saw upon the ground was unrecognizable; chunks of flesh were torn from her visage. Bone fragments littered the ground of the cave, spattered blood covered the entirety of the ground and walls. His father let out a blood curdling scream, and turned toward Darshan in order to strike him down as well. Darshan attempted to turn and run away from his assailant, but it was too late. He was stricken in the shoulder and felt the dull pain against his arm. He felt the snap of his joint as it dislocated, and decided that he would fight back. However, before he began; he gave his father a brief speech. “ How could you betray us like this? Innocent blood stains your hands, your honor overflows with the spoils of treachery. I will slay you, Such is the price of betrayal.” He spoke aloud as he charged forward and hardly managed to evade yet another blow from the mallet. Darshan made light work of his father and sank his teeth into the flesh of his fathers windpipe. He tasted the aqua de vitae as it leaked from the river of blood beneath his flesh. He did not want to hurt his father, he wanted to be protected, he wanted to become a warrior much like his father. He knew what had to be done, and took a deep breath as he loosed his grip upon his fathers throat and watched the life drain from his eyes. As the now lifeless body collapsed and fell to the ground alongside his father; Darshan looked on menacingly. His voice trembled with the depth of his fury as he spoke. “From this day forth let justice be done, I name my betrayer once” He said as he spoke his fathers name aloud, and named him a second time as he grasped hold of his fathers cranial structure. “I name my betrayer a third and final time” The name of the murderer of his mother, the name of the disgusting man he called a father. He spoke his fathers name one final time before he dragged both the bodies up to the highest point in the cobalt mountains. Darshan knew what was offered to him the moment that he had slain his father; vengeance. He threw both the corpses off the cliff, and knew that he would not ever be welcome in Syliras again. He had slain a knight, and that alone was treachery; he decided that it was for the best that he go to Kenash. |