Approved BT Bio for Dracius Valewind, CC'd by CotS

[Arath Faringal]

DM Handle: Darcius

 

Character name: Dracius Valewind

 

E-mail: elfboy_42@hotmail.com

 

Age: 18

 

Physical description: Standing at around five foot six, Dracius is not the tallest 18 year old. He has a slight tan to his skin, as if he has stayed outside most his life. His forearms are full of scars from what appear to be burns. He is almost always wearing a leather cord on his head to keep his long brown hair out of his face. He is also left handed, wearing his sword on his right hip.

 

Personality: He is calm, collected and has a tendency to not trust people, especially channelers. He is someone that is quick to anger if anyone mentions how male channelers die. In the recent months he has become fond of a bottle of mead.

 

Character history: Born and raised in the borderlands, and spending most of his time as a blacksmith’s apprentice in Sheinar has left Dracius with toned muscles and rough hands.  Being the son of a Captain, he knows how to wield a sword well enough to hold his own, and teased when he started to use his left over his right in practice duels, and also it has given him the opportunity to learn how to shoot a bow fairly well. He believed until recently that his life as a blacksmith and eventually military weapon smith would be a good life. But one day when he was collecting fire wood, he heard a shout from his master’s forge. He dropped the wood and ran to his master’s forge only to find him dead with a black figure standing over him, a sword in his hand still dripping with dark red blood. When the figure saw him, it stared at him, and Dracius felt frozen with fear, as if death was about to come. “A Myrddraal!” he throught. Breaking his stare away with an effort, he noticed a sword near a barrel, freshly sharpened, and he lunged for it just as the figure slashed at him. With some stroke of luck, he barely dodged and managed to grasp in his left hand the sword. Spinning around he poised ready to defend himself, he barely parried a blow. Within ten blows that he by some luck parried and dodged, he was kicked to the ground, the dark figure looking down at him with the forge fire blazing behind him. Dracius looked at the fire and hoped that it would be his last memory, and suddenly his mind started to scream at him. He suddenly felt as if death had brought the flame of death upon him, almost as if his whole body was tingling with a flame around his chest. And just as his fear peaked and the feeling of death settled into him, he wanted the Myrddraal to be gone, suddenly in front of him just as it was about to end his life with the black blade not even a foot away from him, it seemed to freeze and had enough time to frown before it was launched ten feet away onto the ground. Jumping to his feet he finally realized that it wouldn’t be a good idea to stick around. With one last look at his master, and a glance at the now getting up figure, he ran out to find some guards that had heard the noise, and when they took one look at the Fade, they instantly told Dracius to run. And as Dracius sprinted away he heard the distinct sound of swords hitting swords then two bodies falling.

 

It has been six months since his encounter with the Myrddraal and his discovering of, what he came to realize after remembering stories he was told and with much dread, the One Power within him. He has puzzled over how he did it and he has decided that a flame is how he accesses it but on the rare occasions when he has attempted, he has barely been able to sense it let alone come close to touching the source. He has kept the sword that helped save his life and has made a sheath for it. Along with a sword, he has made a bow and some sharp arrows from scrap metals and wood he has scavenged for. His food has mostly been, when not in town, deer, and rabbit he has either shot or trapped and wild berries he has knowledge of. While walking through a towns he has worked for food and clothing, and has hear rumors mentioned of a place of refuge, and an amnesty proclaimed by the Dragon Reborn for male channelers, somewhere near Tear. So now he is venturing forth to what will be a challenging road ahead, thinking of his fate once he reaches Tear.

 

[Kura]

Hmm, a quick question... Where is Darcius from? Didn't catch that in the bio.

[Dracius]

Well he is a blacksmith's apprentice from Sheinar. that was in the bio but i guess i didn't make that clear. but i don't mind clearing that up so there is no confusion.  ;D

[Kura]

Ahh, thought it was a borderlander.

 

THat done, looks good, and stamp placed.