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Application: Daes Eage
Topic Started: Oct 31 2009, 07:56 PM (478 Views)
Aegaeon
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Character's name: Daes Eage
Archetype/build: Scrapper, Claws/Regen

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The flash of smooth steel entering the flesh of an Atlantean soldier on a barren city street, the retraction of a blade and the sound of a man choking on his own blood can be heard. A figure in tatters steps out from the dark of a small alleyway. He has left a long trail of dead that stretches back from the High Council's chambers to the city's walls. It has been only three hours since he has fled from a massacre and he has many more days ahead of him until he will reach any kind of sanctuary. If only this man's thoughts could be heard.

"You bastard Theron! Assembling us all, the time-honored Death's Head, to the High Council's chambers only to be slaughtered? To serve under you or die?" He laughs to himself, "How I loathe you."

He spots a small break in the city's wall; this is his chance to escape. There are only fifty yards to sprint. The dark figure checks to see if his way is clear. Voices cut through the once silent air.

"Damn them!"

Two soldiers with drawn swords turn a corner onto the street that hugs the city limits. Before he is seen, Daes grabs the corpse by its shoulders and drags it into the alleyway from where he came, smearing blood across the cobbled street. The armed men spot the crimson streak and slowly approach the dark alleyway. They communicate with hand signals to approach with caution. The two men spring into the alleyway only to be met with paper litter swaying in a light breeze and rats fleeing in fright from the two's scare. The soldiers see the silhouette of their dead comrade's leg jutting out from a hollowed doorway and rush to it. From having shimmied his body up between the two walls beside him, the Death's Head silently jumps down behind them. A gleaming blade breaks through the chest of one soldier in silence, only the loud thud of the soldier falling to the ground betrays Daes' attack. The other soldier swings his sword, but the Death's Head weaves around the attempted blow, flips over his outstretched arm and positions himself behind the traitorous dog. The bloodied blade attached to Daes' right forearm slides across his enemy's neck. The dark figure has no remorse.

Daes cups his still bleeding eye with his left hand; a wound he suffered during his escape from the massacre.

"For just the loss of my eye, Theron, you owe me your life. For the loss of my friends, for my king, every drop of traitorous Atlantean blood is owed me."

He makes a dash for the wall. More men come round the corner and yell for assistance. An entire unit begins to give chase. The tired soldier is unphased.

"I must seek out the one called Leviathas. He is the only one who can bring order to our city."

Facts: Daes Eage means "day's eye" in old-English, though I'm sure you won't mind as it sounds very Latin. Daes is a highly trained soldier of the elite Atlantean military squadron called The Death's Head. Like other members of his squadron, he possesses a skill set almost akin to an assassin.

His abilities of stealth and infiltration have made him one of very few Atlanteans to have been sent on reconnaissance missions to the surface world by the High Council. He is familiar with most surface world customs, speech patterns and maxims as a result of his experiences. He can even be caught including some surface dweller slang or sayings into his own sentences. He does not have as much disdain for surface dwellers as other Atlanteans do. Perhaps this is due to his love of Playboy Magazine.

Upon his arrival to Paragon City, one of the first things he did was pick up (unknowing of its contents) the aforementioned magazine to blend in with the populace. Since then he has been a regular reader and purchaser of the magazine whenever he is on a mission to the surface world. Women can find him trying as he is constantly hitting on them because of the suave playboy advice and lifestyle tips that he mistakingly believes all men on the surface adhere to.

Deathly loyal to the throne and an expert fighter, Daes has made it his charge to ensure the protection of the last true remaining heir of King Bahamut.

((I only wanted to add a little humor to the character by making him (outwardly) a bit of a lech. I hope this covers his back story.))
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Looks good to me.
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