Draku69

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

Damn, guys, what happened? Everyone doing alright?

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

[Location: Charity Gala]

Despite his best intentions, Draku had arrived to a ghastly aftermath opposed to arriving in time to prevent all the unnecessary bloodshed; spending the remainder of the night playing clean up crew with the local law enforcement and making slightly more interesting discoveries than the curiously ashen entry way, such as numerous unconscious ninja, one with his eyes on his own back and another who just didn't seem to have the heart to carry on.

Ninja, demon, and vampires?, he'd think, Oh my…

Why had this place become the epicenter of such misfortune, and why a gala for conservation charity?

Chaos bears no rhyme nor reason, dragonknight, you above all should know this..., came the thunder.

Draku nodded slightly as he made way to one of his favorite locations within the city, one that he had made a habit of visiting before the sun rose each morning.

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[Location: The Empire State Building]

After all the time he spent here in this new age, things were still so alien to him, and though he was no stranger to the supernatural, he still could not wrap his mind around how many super powered beings now occupied this world. Many opportunities were made to Draku, who seemingly always appeared to be in the right place at the right time, by the so-called super heroes themselves to protect the mortals of this world. Just in the ten years he resided in this era alone he had saved countless innocent lives from all sorts of disasters. Natural, man-made or otherwise.

If not for the aid of his mortal companion, his proverbial guy in the chair if you will, he would have missed many an attempt to intervene in many a situation that arose between villain and hero alike.

He was here in this very spot when the Incident unfolded, standing at the highest point of the Empire State Building, arms folded across his chest, lost deep in thought. He could have intervened, but he didn't. He didn't raise a single finger, nor move a single muscle, in an attempt to aid the team of supers who responded to the Chitauri Invasion; only moving to assist the mortal lives of those the mighty heroes could not. Rather. He chose to watch it all with unwavering attention to detail. He knew nothing of the cause for this massive attack on the city, nor did he care, but he did know that the beings protecting it were worthy of their titles indeed and had decided that his own services were unrequired.

He didn't always have the smoothest way of handling things, sometimes causing more damage to the surrounding area than the original disaster itself would have caused, and they had seemed to be doing enough damage on their own as it stood.

It was probably due to this, and the fact that he answered to no one for what he considered a good deed; taking no particular side when it came to saving lives and viewing this as far more important to him than bothering with the governing forces that ruled these lands, that he wasn't on the greatest standing with the law. Thus earning him the title of Anti-Hero, a term that he found quite comical; as it made very little sense to him, yet filled him with an odd sense of pride and accomplishment, by the press and several other media outlets alike.

In truth, if not for his aforementioned companion; one of the most well known influential underground artists of their time, things would have potentially ended up a lot worse than they had been on multiple occasions by now.

The man only known by the moniker of DGK: Self proclaimed epicenter of the music industry, founder of the number one independent record label in the world and involved in one of the most successful recreational herbal businesses; one that had him regularly scouring the globe for the seeds of the world's best strains, since the legalization of marijuana in the free world, to the public and to only Draku as one Daniel Guy Kings: A laid back, wise cracking, down to Earth, silver tongued devil who carries himself in a manner close to Draku's very own at times; leading many to believe him to be uncaring and rather cold towards others. Typically sarcastic and possessing a rather dark sense of humor, he can sometimes come off as a brash yet delightful breath of fresh air in comparison to most influencers under the limelight. Once comfortable around whomever he warms up to though, is considered somewhat of a clown seemingly set on brightening their days to no avail.

The two's shared handful of similar traits seemed to solidify their fastly formed bond with each other over the passing years, their most similar being that neither of the two ever chose to remain in one spot of the globe for particularly too long; mostly due to Draku's own nomadic lifestyle and partly due to the other's highly lucrative one: Daniel's particular rise to fame stemming from how far beneath the radar a highly influential person of interest could operate, a method that aided the both of them in living out as normal a life as they could get living in their respective spotlights.

The sound of sirens erupting below would break him from his meditative state, looking down below upon what seemed to be an escort of sorts and the typical backed up streets of the bustling city. Perhaps he could assist them in bypassing the congestion of these streets, by the looks of the transport vehicles alone whomever was being transported probably had some powerful friends that were missing them.

With a heavy sigh, Draku would step from the edge of the building out into open air; allowing himself to plummet towards the ground below, taking the 1,250 foot drop without so much as a spike in his heart rate. Within the near 10 seconds it took to reach the ground below, he would have created a powerful gust of wind beneath him; compared to that of a vertical wind tunnel used in indoor skydiving facilities, to slow his fall. As he saw it, he'd rather kick up some dirt and debris than crater the concrete from the impact of his landing; limiting the amount of collateral damage he was capable of causing altogether.

He would land fully erect amidst the masses of panicked pedestrians, his coat billowing about him as the wind dispersed, sliding his hands into his coat pockets and walking towards what was now a full blown prison break. He grinned slightly as he watched a blue armored individual power up and ready himself for whatever may happen next, Draku's pace quickening with excitement.

"Today's gonna be a good day, yeah?" he'd state rather matter of factly as he closed the distance between he and the armored individual, whipping off his duster and allowing it to float to the street a fair distance away from their position.

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Rex clenched his jaw as the mortal stepped around him, ignoring him entirely, causing him to ponder if his whole schtick really had begun to grow stale in the passing years. He admittedly actually despised vampires, despite sharing so many similar qualities with them. There were a lot of things about their hierarchy and unbridled love for each other that got under his skin, but the whole hissing and baring their fangs thing was the straw that broke the camel's back with him, it was so unnecessary. He actually found it embarrassing to be even remotely like them and considered them amongst his favorite prey and at the top of his personal hit list.

Then here came this guy, cocksure and silver tongued to boot, either too fucking stupid to realize that the shadows were literally forming beneath Rex and expanding outwards or just that confident in his skills.

Rex intended to find out.

Until reality hit him.

Like a two hundred and twenty five pound sack of shit.

Alistar came crashing into him just as Rex would begin to will the darkness into a nigh inescapable dome of shadow, causing the two to become engulfed in the shade and spat out into the lush forested peak of Mount Lamington. An andesitic stratovolcano in the Oro Province of Papua New Guinea. One that he aided to erupt back in 1951, resulting in the death of over four thousand people and the hindrance to the rescue parties and the focus of relief efforts; hampered by suffocating pumice dust and sulphurous fumes, and hot ashes on the ground, which arrived on the scene for the town of Popondetta and other surrounding areas at the time for many months to follow.

Good times.

With a growl, and a shove, he would remove Alistar from atop him and rise to his feet; a summit complex of lava domes and crater remnants rose above the low-angled base of volcaniclastic deposits that were dissected by radial valleys and a prominent broad "avalanche valley" extending northward from the breached crater met his gaze, there was no mistaking his handiwork. The unmistakable scar in the northern side of the mountain from the violent eruption that occurred three days after its initial one was all the evidence he needed, the image of it being blown away and the devastating pyroclastic flow that poured from the gap for a considerable time afterwards brought a brief smile to his face.

Alistar would chuckle, catching his bearings as he rose to his feet as well, taking in and remembering the area fondly,“I remember the fun you had here, brother!” he'd exclaim.

"Tch. That lucky son of bitch..." he'd growl, ignoring his brother's attempt at reminiscing good times alongside him, "Why'd a geek like him get to pull a bad bitch like that?" he'd mutter to himself as he looked out over the land.

Then the yelling came.

"AND WHY THE FUCK DID YOU CAUSE ME TO LOSE FOCUS ON CREATING THE DOME?!?!?" He'd roar turning on Alistar in an instant, "Fucking idiot..." He'd growl lowering his voice to an irritated whisper.

“One, he didn't pull her. You seriously think she would just choose him without knowing him? I thought you knew her better than that. Two, you saw what she did to me, you're gonna tell me if she did the same to you that you wouldn't be putty in her hands? Three, you act like I did this on purpose. I didn't. When I get my hands on him, I'll kill him.”

Rex merely continued his gaze in Alistar's direction, jaw clenched in aggravation, debating whether he was going to respond. He knew Alistar wouldn't have chosen to break his attention in that manner, it was absolutely absurd to think he would. His once feral little brother had grown well past those methods and stages of his life in these passing years, into a somewhat more refined and respectable individual, just as Rex had begun to embrace that feral part of himself. But the rest of that shit, he could kick him square in the dick for. He wasn't watching anything beyond the spot that that arrogant little prick had been standing in before he had chosen to disrespect him. The one who had brushed aside and treated him like he had done to so many other powerless individuals before.

The gall.

It was already bad enough that it had to be Jiang's party that they crashed in the first place, but to have that deplorable incident unfurl right before her…

He'd chuckle quietly at his thoughts, bringing the palm of his hand to his face and shaking his head, What the hell was that guy's problem?, he'd think, dragging his hand away from his face.

“Come now, brother, let's take a vacation while we're here anyways, huh?" Alistar would grin, "You want to cause some chaos here on the locals, maybe get some happy endings as well? It's all on me this time.” he'd continue in hopes of distracting his brother from tonight's, technically yesterday's; thanks to the sudden shift in time zones, mishap.

Rex shook his head, "Nah, I'm good. You chill here if you want, I need some ME time." he'd shoulder check Alistar in their lighthearted fashion as he stepped past him; their personal brand of brotherly love, "Besides nothing's gonna top the way I fucked this place back then." he'd laugh boisterously before stepping away into the shade of the trees and vanishing.

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[Location: Central Park]

Draku had merely looked away for a moment, long enough to make sure the flame had truly extinguished, before he had noticed that the demons had disappeared into thin air.

Literally.

They didn't even make a sound. A few steps here and there, but nothing that would even indicate that they had left the area.

What the fuck..

He growled slightly in annoyance at this inconvenience. There was no telling what these guys were up to, what they were capable of, nor their level of maliciousness. In his eyes, he had just allowed two evils loose upon the mortals and if they'd killed in the time he could find them…

The blood that they spilled…

The blood…

It would be on his hands.

All for the simple pleasures of his favorite vice.

He flicked the half smoked joint from his fingers and into the snow a distance from him, he no longer felt deserving of its pleasures. No. Now he owed it to the people of this city to stop them.

The demons.

Preferably before any innocent lives were lost.

But even so, even if they had taken a life. If any innocent being had lost a single drop of blood, they would pay with their own.

Drop. For. Drop.

He would move away from the tree before a dull ache in his chest turned his attention to a peculiar sensation he had felt at their earlier appearance. The tightening of the scar upon his chest. Now that he was thinking about it, that was an odd thing to happen. He hadn't had that feeling in a long, long time and that feeling had never led him to anything good.

It always ended in death. Mainly the deaths of those he had once loved. Deaths that were caused by his own two hands…

He'd hold his breath to steady his mind, focusing upon the still smoldering joint in the snow. Perhaps it was just Bahumat stirring within, readying his enormous well of power to aid him in his call to duty.

Yes.

That was it. Bahumat was ready, and so was he.

Only problem was they didn't leave a scent trail for him to follow or anything and that was gonna certainly slow him down. The thought of even further destruction and mayhem occurring on his behalf caused him to grimace slightly. All due to the lack of attentiveness on his part. All because of him.

Just like back home.

If he'd only been there…

Wait.

Now was not the time to become lost in thought. Focus. He needed to focus. Where in the hell could the demons have gone? Where would they need to go? What could they possibly need here, on the mortal plane?

As he allowed himself to ponder these questions, and more, he began to unknowingly follow the all too familiar pull that guided him to his former targets.

Bahumat's trophies.

The entity claimed he was merely preserving his mother's creations, but every soul he collected in his name only made them stronger.

At least his loved ones would always be carried in his heart…

He'd place a hand upon his own chest with a vacant look upon his face, absentmindedly tracing the length of the scar there with the palm of his hand, and allowing an ironic chuckle.

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Location: Central Park/ Undisclosed area of New York

Despite his best efforts, Draku had allowed himself to become lost in his thoughts. So much in fact, that he hadn't realized that he had wandered atop the frozen surface of the Central Park Lake. He'd look around, briefly reminded of his final encounter with his brother, before tensing the muscles in his legs, readying himself to launch into the air and above the trees.

It merely took a thought, if you could even call it that, but just as he extended his legs to jump from the lake, it followed; much like a catapult would a boulder, adding to the already gathered momentum from his mighty leap.

It had to certainly be a sight to behold, watching that massive ramp like structure of ice exploding into a fine mist of water before settling down below as a fresh coat of powdered snow. Only Mother Nature herself could match such mastery of the elements.

As he took to the air, the rushing wind about him began to grow turbulent; slowing his fall dramatically as unseen vortices of wind formed beneath his hands and legs, allowing him to control his fall and lessen the impact he made upon the earth when he landed. From the sky he could utilize his keen sense of sight, immediately taking in all that he could see; noticing the blue and red lights of the law closing in on a single location and a cluster of them already at rest at what would seem to be a smoldering building.

He'd take a deep breath and sigh before altering his trajectory towards the billowing smoke, The downside to being a big city hero I suppose...

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Location: Undisclosed Bar/ Alleyway of New York

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It didn't take long for him to assist the firefighters and first responders with the inferno and locating any survivors within. Though, the most surprising thing to occur throughout this whole ordeal was finding an unconscious woman cast aside in the shrubbery. She seemed to be delirious; if not for the fact he had seen two demons and heard a third beforehand, he would have agreed, but as she muttered about a blue woman and a man with wings he listened.

After making his final rounds, he took to the skies once more; only this time using the rooftops to manage this feat, and only this time he had something to follow.

Amidst all the soot and smoke, it was there. The smell of brimstone. Perfect. He could follow that directly to them. He could stop their reign of chaos before they truly brought harm upon anyone else.

He followed the scent until it was overpowering and almost directly beneath his nose, taking to the rooftops after temporarily investigating a heavily warded building, accompanied by a familiar voice.

Matter of fact, the voice of the woman who was issuing out orders to the two male demons.

He'd land heavily behind the woman below him, slightly crouched as he took notice of the fresh corpse at her feet; slowly erecting himself to his full height, only if she were to turn to investigate the sound behind her, before he would speak.

"Who the hell are you?" he'd question with a deep rumbling voice.

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Rex couldn't help but laugh aloud as he caught the flask, "Alistar, are you seeing this shit? It's like everyone knew we were coming or something!" He'd take a giant swig of whatever was in the flask, "Oye! This tastes an awful lot like demoness squirt!"
Alistar would look to his brother suddenly and shake his head, “Really? Demoness squirt? Why would you willingly taste that? It probably tastes like liquefied brimstone...” he'd then begin laughing just as suddenly as the image of a big burly demoness riding his brother's face came across his mind, causing Rex to laugh again; draining the flask of of the remaining liquid within and crushing it in his hands like an aluminum can, "That guy knows how to party!" and with a mighty belch he'd toss the flask aside like rubbish.
“It would seem you are right though, brother…" Alistar would pause as the cascade of glass upon the floor could be heard from the doors, "They must have known we were coming! It sounds like a fucking rager in there!" he'd exclaim, noticing that the screams of horror and panic were only causing Rex's sinister grin to widen, "Are you sure we're at the right place, Rex? Rich people don't party this hard."
With that, Rex would raise a puzzled brow, "Have you not ever been a part of those massive ritualistic sacrifices those celebs get away with at their concerts and shit? Come on man. You sound dumb as shit right now." He'd laugh smacking him across the back.
“Motherfucker, what concerts have you been to?" he'd pause again, thinking about who he was speaking to, "Scratch that, I forget that you party a lot differently than me.” he'd say, looking back to the scene in the streets and the gala, "We should hurry up to the party before some fucking cops come and spoil all the fun!!”
Rex would laugh boisterously, clapping Alistar upon the back once more, "Man," he'd snort, "you kill me. Cops. That'll just make things more fun. Hell. Let me liven the streets up a little bit." He'd growl maliciously, reaching towards the nearest fleeing gala member and proceeding to feed upon their screaming form; further confusing the escaping party goers to a stop as they now witnessed a blood thirsty demon feeding upon one of their fellow party members, draining them of their final drops of precious life. Rex would allow his victim to hit the floor with a heavy thud, their crimson life force dripping from his fanged face to his bare chest, his eyes beginning to glow a neon red as he drew in a heavy breath through his nostrils; his gaze fixated upon the crowd, "What do you think, bro? How many can I drain before we hit the main room?"
This would draw another laugh out of Alistar before answering him, "I would think ten of 'em should be enough for you, glutton!" he'd chuckle as he'd watch his brother grip the throat of one person while he fed on another, "I was wrong, you're not the sin of gluttony, you're the sin of greed!!” He'd proclaim amusedly before stopping suddenly as he drew closer to the doors where the actual gala would be taking place, looking about as if a most delectable scent met his nostrils,“Ooooh, Rex! I smell some delicious souls inside!!!!!!” he would exclaim sniffing the air and licking his lips in unison, his eyes flaring with the giddiness that filled him, “They have all kinds of special powers I don’t know about!" He smiled genuinely and drew a deep yet steady breath, "So we will have a challenge!" he'd sigh contently, "Oh, how I love a challenge!" he'd proclaim bouncing on the balls of his feet as Rex disposed of yet another drained and lifeless corpse towards the main entrance of the building, with little to no concern with how far or aggressively he threw them.
Alistar would have skipped on through the doors to the gala, leaving Rex behind to finish his feast, only to be met with quite a surprising scene as he pushed on, “Umm, Rex? Did you slip me something somehow??" He'd ask confusedly, looking back over his shoulder, "I'm seeing fucking ninjas right now!!" The words caused Rex to stop mid-feeding, throwing down his final victim and shoving past Alistar; he had more than his fill of meager human anyhow, this he had to see.
The scene of ninja/hero combat would bring back memories of Alistar's time spent training under the best ninja masters that had ever walked this earth, the same moment in history Rex had decided to learn the ways of bushido in an attempt to settle an argument; on which style of fighting was the best, between the two brothers.
“HAIL MY BRETHREN!" Alistar would shout proudly into the room, arms spread wide, "FOR IT IS I! THE ONI GRANDMASTER NINJA, ALISTAR GRIMM-SABBATH!! THE GREATEST NINJA AROUND!!” he'd finish with a cocky laugh before looking around and noticing the name didn't click with anyone.
He'd look down dejectedly and sigh, “Really?" he'd look around upon the empty, yet terrified, faces of the people within, "No one?" he'd look towards the few ninjas that decided to break the awkward tension in the room by running at him with sadness in his eyes, "Seriously?" he'd ask with a certain pain in his voice, punching an almost iron-like fist through one of the ninja's sternum; wrapping his hand around their heart, while back handing the other with the same fluid motion of Alistar removing the ninja's still beating organ and causing their head to turn a complete one eighty, "Well fuck, that hurts...” he'd say with a whine.
All the while, Rex had located what remained of the food bar; enjoying the cuisine of the mortal plane in much relish compared to that of the Nine, avoiding all conflict aside from the rare moments anybody had decided to bump and/or run into him, causing him to either spill or drop the food or drink in his hands in their panic. Other than that, he was too enthralled with the saviours of this little freak show; finding himself genuinely entertained that he was able to add to the chaos, because at any moment now the bloodless corpses that he had thrown about so carelessly would begin to reanimate just in time to meet with the local P.D. he'd think.

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My Second Character Submission

Name: Rex Sabbath

Nickname: The Forbidden One

Title or Hero/Villain/Code name: N/A

Species: Vampiric Demon Dragonknight

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Try-Sexual; He'll try anything once and keep doing it until he either loves it or hates it

Age: Likes to tell people he's 666/ Appears 21

Birthday: Says it's somewhere around the first Samhain

Personality:

Seemingly sticking true to his demonic heritage, he enjoys nothing better than mindless violence and intoxication, and killing is an end in itself. He loves to fight, loses patience easily, is very arrogant and self-centered, focusing almost solely on his own pleasures. Rarely does he get along in a group, being extremely violent even to his allies; the unknown dragonknight ancestry's sense of worth, greed and egoistic selfishness further enhancing his already chaotic lineage, his comrades often the target of his physical and verbal violence.

Although, he proudly lives up to the letter of his promises; an infallible man of his word, having a strict personal code of honor in that he will never violate the letter of an agreement, but always no more or no less than what he promised. Additionally, his word is the only thing he finds sacred, and will keep his promises, even to his detriment. He will never break a contract, even if it means his death; again sharing this honorable trait by nature with his dragonknight heritage. However, experience has taught him to choose his words carefully to allow for loopholes; often becoming tied to The Forbidden One's code of conduct on the battlefield, retaining the scruples and values that define his mother's race, including showing adversaries his own brand of courtesy and respect, even if they would be sworn enemies. Ultimately, he takes responsibility for his actions and the consequences that follow.

Just as it was to the dragonknight who bore him, caution and discretion have always been key to his survival and living within the Nine Hells it was a must. And like her, fear was treated like a disease and cowardice was moral failing. Like all dragonknight, he is typically enthusiastic about life; particularly success, and broods about failure for only a short time before disappointment is shaped into a strong drive for improvement. And like the vast majority of his race, he has no qualms asking for what he needs or taking the time to improve himself. Unlike his dragonknight kin though, trust was never a major factor in his life and never expected anything more than the typical lies and deceit of the Nine Hells.

His dedication to excellence and high standards has persuaded others to believe him to become quite brutal or vengeful over the span of his life and given to hasty choices that are morally compromising, even for a demon. Typically proud of his accomplishments, he is also more than willing to recognize with respect the accomplishments of others in turn, whether or not the being in question is an ally or enemy.

Part of the roots of his honorable attitude lies within his drive for self-improvement. Failing at a task is anathema to him just as it is to all dragonknight and as a result can cause him to push himself to unhealthy extremes of effort. This aspect of the dragonknight mind means few of the race take a laid back approach to any skill or ability, striving ever to become the masters of a particular skill and respect those among other races that approach life in the same manner. Rex is no different, possessing the strong sense of independence and self-worth, but without the need to use it to better the lives around him like the dragonknight of yore.

Ultimately, he holds himself accountable for his choice of allies and poor judgment is considered no excuse for failing to uphold the standards his father instilled in him at such a young age.

Appearance:



[Hair Color] Jet Black w/ Blood Red tips and highlights trailing through the length of it

[Eye Color] Ruby Red



[Height] 5'8"

[Weight] 666 lbs. with the added weight of the reborn entities true power

- His attire is regularly all black, with the occasional spatter of blood from whomever his last victim was, and wears a dual shoulder holster created for the two firearms that he regularly uses.

Affiliation:

[Alistar Sabbath]

- Adopted brother and one part of the dastardly duo known as The Gruesome Twosome

Powers:

[Blood Manipulation]

- Can shape, move, control, interact and manipulate blood in all its forms. Able to exert control over the blood of himself and others, using it for various purposes, such as for rituals, examining, or most commonly combat. Can shape the blood into tendrils to strike enemies from afar or use it to trap opponents in a prison of blood, amongst the many other things that he's learned over his lifetime. Capable of inflicting more damage in a single strike than any other of his professions. This ability has come as a second nature to him and has no need for any sort of special preparation to unleash this devastating power.

[Hellementalist]

- Being the literal reincarnation of the creator of the Nine Hells, he possesses the ability to summon and manipulate the raw power of his home realm's elements and command them at will. Also, due to his natural dragonic affinity to the elements he is also exceptionally well versed in the manipulation of natural fire and darkness, using these abilities to a degree that no other elementalist has in his lifetime.

[Shadow Step]

- The greatest example of his mastery over the darkness is the ability to teleport himself, the clothes he is wearing, and within limits a certain amount of additional mass which is in contact with him through the shadows. He teleports by displacing himself into a Shadow Dimension, traveling through it, and then returning to his own dimension at a certain distance from his point of departure. He consciously determines his point of return. The entire process occurs so quickly that he is unaware of being in said dimension at all. Capable of guiding himself through the Shadow Dimension by a subconscious, natural direction-finding sense.

His momentum is retained throughout the process of teleportation, arriving with whatever amount of inertia he left with. For example, if he were falling from a great height, he could not teleport himself towards the ground in order to save himself; he would land with the same velocity that he teleported with. He can subtract this inertia by teleporting short distances upwards (as though taking two steps back for every one forward).

Can also use this power offensively by grappling with an enemy and teleporting them in a series of rapid jumps. The strain of these "multiple ports" can exhaust foes without superhuman endurance while he remains more than strong enough to continue fighting. When he transports a passenger over even moderate distances, they feel weakened and ill, to the point of exhaustion. Teleportation over further distances could even potentially be fatal to said passenger.

[Enhanced Demonic Sense]

- His senses of sight, smell, and hearing are all demonically acute; with the added benefit of his dragonic descent. He is able to detect objects with perfect clarity at greater distances, even in near total darkness. He is also able to see into the infra-red end of the electromagnetic spectrum, allowing him to see individuals in complete darkness by their body heat. His sense of smell is similarly enhanced, able to detect the scent of blood in the air from miles away and able to track targets by scent, even if the scent has been eroded somewhat over time by both natural or unnatural factors. His hearing is enhanced in a similar manner, allowing him to both hear sounds others cannot and also hear to greater distances.

[Enhanced Demonic Strength]

- Possesses demonically imbued strength with the added benefit of his dragonic ancestry (the extent of which depends on the amount of blood he has ingested and the type of blood). Capable of being able to lift up from cars to trucks, buses, and other objects of great size. Can jump incredible distances and land safely. Possesses the ability to run faster than any average individual of his size could possibly be.

[Enhanced Demonic Durability]

- His body-tissue, skin, muscles, bones, etc. are extremely dense/solid, allowing them to withstand harmful forces on the body such as crushing weights, impacts, pressures, changes in temperature, etc. Due to how highly durable both lines of his ancestors are, his body is capable of taking twice as much damage as either lineage, this also allows him to resist tearing muscles and breaking his bones.

[Enhanced Demonic Stamina]

- Is capable of sustaining himself without tiring to a demonically imbued level, his enhanced musculature produces less fatigue toxins during physical activity than the musculature of a non-hybrid member of either of his two races.

[Accelerated Healing]

- Due to his body being permanently shrouded in the powerful dragonic aura that all dragonknight posses and possessing the accelerated healing factor of a true vampiric demon, if he does somehow sustain an injury, his accelerated healing enables him to regenerate damaged or destroyed tissue almost instantly, recovering from seemingly mortal wounds with little apparent pain. Injuries that would be deadly to most, take just a short time for him to recover from; time varies from a few seconds to several minutes, according to the severity of the wound. For instance, can regenerate out of a pool of his own blood within hours, recycling the cells instantly.

[Mesmerism]

- Like true vampires, has the ability to hypnotize others if they look directly into his eyes long enough. While under his control, he typically has full control over an individual.

[Vampire Creation]

- Like true vampires, he is able to transform individuals into pseudo-vampires by draining them of all their blood. He has control over the pseudo-vampires he creates, just as supernatural vampires have mental control over the vampires they create. Upon receiving lethal injuries, their bodies turn to dust.

[Immunity To Most Vampiric Vulnerabilities]

- As he isn't a supernatural vampire, he is immune to most of the special mystical vulnerabilities that they have. Will not incinerate if exposed to direct sunlight. Though he does tend to rest during the hours of the day, he does not have any of the consequences of vampirism that supernatural vampires face during the daylight hours. He also has no special vulnerability to objects or weapons composed of silver.

[Virtual Immortality]

- He claims that he doesn't age.

[Bloody Regeneration]

- The ability to recreate lost or damaged tissues, organs and limbs by using any available blood in his vicinity.

[Bloody Augmentation]

- The ability to augment his physical condition by consuming any blood in his vicinity.

[Dragon's Rage]

- Rex's unique genetic makeup causes his Dragon's Rage to work differently than your average Dragonknight. Instead of being pushed into this form as all Dragonknight are, due to how hot-headed and easily angered he is, he is capable of entering this form with little to no effort. In this form, he takes on certain physical attributes of the reincarnated brother's past self, but in a unique sense. A fiery dragonic skull with bone spikes jutting from it and intense flaming yellow orbs for eyes appear from above his form as he himself begins to levitate into the air. He seemingly becomes this form's torso as the skeletal limbs of his former self begin to appear, although floating freely from his actual body, followed by a pair of huge skeletal wings enveloped in the flames of hell. Fully transformed, he stands at ten feet and emits heat so intense that you'd have to be from the depths of hell itself or immune to the flame to withstand being scorched alive. This transformation comes with the added effect that all Dragon's Rage transformations come with, that being the insane increase in strength both physically and supernaturally.

Weapons:

The Tyrant's Scales

- A set of blades said to be forged from the scales of the creator of The Nine Hells, further backed by the ability to become a razor sharp chain whip: as shown below, capable of becoming a conduit for his hellemental prowess and cursing anyone; other than he, who dare try and wield them. Those foolish enough to do so become induced by self-mortification, imposing the wielder's every negative action, behavior, sensation, and sins to the pain of others that individual has ever committed in their lifetime. Its effects are similar to the soul searing effect of hellfire.

The Tyrant's Scales{Chain Whip Form}

- In this form the individual scale-like blades continually shift color; creating the appearance of flowing lava, and constantly loose smoke that always smells of brimstone. The individual blades are not joined together by anything, seemingly manipulated by telekinesis of some sort, but still move as the form is intended. The blades can be willed by him to do a variety of things, from becoming a maelstrom of whirling blades to individually being able to pierce and tear through a target's body.

The Tyrant's Blessing

- A pair of fully customized uzi that he keeps holstered beneath his vest, created for him specifically and imbued with the ability to fire off volleys of explosive rounds. These firearms are unique in their own way for they have no need for standard ammunition and run off the vast supernatural force that courses through his veins.

[Fangs & Claws]

- Like other vampiric demons, Rex possesses elongated canines that he uses to pierce the flesh of other beings for the purpose of consuming their blood. Rex can also, however, use his fangs as weapons in very close combat situations. He also possesses a single retractable claw at the tip of each finger. The claws are very sharp, capable of rending human flesh and bone with ease.

Weaknesses:

His blood manipulation's distance, mass, precision, etc. depend upon the amount of blood and/or energy he's consumed throughout the day.

He is limited to manipulating the blood of others only once their blood is spilt.

To manipulate his own blood for external applications, he has to draw his own blood; putting him at risk of incapacitating himself from blood loss when he is forced to do so.

Being present in a wet environment, as exposure to water will cause the membrane of red blood cells to tear, makes 45% of the blood he is using uncontrollable.

His hellementalist ability is limited to only the elements he creates and within his vicinity, he cannot control elements cast by other users.

The limits to the mass that he can carry with him while shadow stepping, and the limits to the distance over which he can teleport himself with an additional load are unknown.

The illness and exhaustion from shadow stepping, unfortunately, is a shared repercussion; though he needn't worry about death from traveling large distances, he could still very much end up incapacitating himself mid-step.

He is only capable of lifting so much weight with his inhuman strength, anything above what he can comfortably lift can be moved by sheer will, but can and will cause fatigue and only be held for so long before he collapses from exhaustion.

His supernatural durability does not make him completely invulnerable, certain abilities that can bypass tough skin can be counteractive against this power, and can complicate receiving medical treatment.

He can physically exert himself at peak capacity for several hours before the build up of fatigue toxins in his blood begins to impair him.

His accelerated healing can only heal if he has the time it takes to recover from the injuries he obtains; the more damage he takes in rapid succession can easily overwhelm the ability, ceasing it completely. The speed of regeneration also varies with how much blood he consumed before said injury.

If an individual has sufficient willpower, they can resist or overcome his power of mesmerism, and if he's not careful could potentially lose control of his target by suggesting something too far past his victim's ethical code.

Although the vampires he creates possess superhuman strength, they do not possess accelerated healing factors.

If confronted with religious icons like crucifixes they give him an extreme sense of vertigo and nausea; causing him to lose focus on his ability to manipulate blood altogether.

Just as true vampires and dragonknight alike, a lethal blow to his heart could potentially end him permanently with zero chance of revival.

Upon exiting, the state of Dragon's Rage will cause him to collapse into a comatose-like state. He will remain in this state from anywhere to a few days to a few weeks depending on how long he remains in Dragon's Rage.

At times his ego can become his own worst enemy, exceeding his actual skill set which typically results in a complex of showing off. If kept unchecked, can be overpowered by opponents whose abilities far exceed his own.

Likes: A good challenge, worthy prey, sex, drugs, money and murder

Dislikes: Oath breakers, liars, cowards, and goody two shoes

Current Residence: The bowels of Alistar's New York City penthouse building; within the underground nightclub he has built there.

Backstory:

Son of the infamous vampire demon lord, Edge Sabbath; sworn enemy to The Lost Society, and the legendary dragonknight general, Mishka Vanderbilt; proud defender of her people. The product of true forbidden love. Raised in secrecy, for the simple fact that a half breed dragonknight would never be allowed by her emperor to live, and for fear of him being used against her lover.

Sadly, though their love was real, a demon will always lust for more power; after all they all wanted to become the true ruler of hell. Edge had already known she was pregnant. Once he got wind of her supposed death, he knew. It was then he hatched a plan, venturing to the final hell and awakening the ancient evil who dwelled there; Tyrant, creator of The Nine Hells.

It was there an exchange was made and on that day, he traded the soul of his unborn child.

For power.

Now nobody could stop him. Now nobody could threaten the lives of the ones he loved! He would rule all Nine!

Or so he thought.

The deal was for power, but little did he know, the devil is in the details. The ancient being played him. For the one who exchanged their soul would obtain his great power and status. On the day Rex was born, a king confronted a titan, and at his first breath, that titan died. The laughter that lingered throughout the Ninth would haunt the demon lord until that fateful day. The invasion of his realm. His kingdom. They murdered his wife. Spared he and his kingdom for their servitude. For the sake of the only remaining thing that he loved, he did what any cowardly demon would do. He took the deal. For love. For Mishka.

Who ever said demons don't have a heart?

Fast forward to present day:

Rex Sabbath has become everything his father could ever dream. It's just too bad he ain't around anymore. Stupid fucking demons and their blood wars… Always trying to jack each other's shit. Anyways, under certain circumstances he's the best damn bounty hunter you could ever hope to spend money on; both on the mortal plane and The Nine Hells. Not the most subtle killer money could buy, but he gets the job done and then some.

So naturally, overtime, he thought to himself, What's a guy to do with all this wealth? How would one of these pathetic sacks of shit spend their time and money here on the mortal plane?

Then it hit him.

A Nightclub.

So now he runs the seediest, most reputable underground; literally, nightclubs known simply as The Bloodbath. A proverbial hot spot and safe haven for all miscreants and creatures of the night. It was only up until recently that one of The Nine needed his particular set of skills. A little overkill he'd say, personally, but who was he kidding. What kinda demon is gonna pass up a night of mischief?

Special Skills: Omnilinguistic, trained in the ways of Bushido; despite his choice of weaponry, and a proficient hand to hand combatant

Other: He is also known by many others to be an energy vampire, capable of siphoning the energy of others by boring them, annoying them, or making them feel awkward. Occasionally using humor at times to invoke positive emotions to feed from. Emotions of intense anger and awkwardness give an excess boost. Victims become physically tired and weakened when drained, and in extreme cases, they can faint, fall into comas or even expire. The vast majority of people will be drained if an energy vampire feeds on them, but excessively optimistic people can be immune.

Just as the ingesting of blood, the more energy he feeds on, the more supernaturally strong he becomes. Though due to his obsession with blood, he rarely does so.

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[Location: Central Park]

He always seemed to come here at this time of year, to the bustling city streets of New York; normally not one for the large crowds and all the noise. It had to be something about all the lights and snow that drew him out here like clockwork, though he could go without some of the music. Being out in the park was his reprieve. Closest thing to being in the wilderness as he could get to out here in the "big apple", as the locals would like to call it.

He hadn't been in the park any longer than thirty minutes when he heard it, the distinct sizzle of a portal opening in the distance. Closing his eyes and raising his nose to the sky he would draw in a deep breath, catching the faint scent of both sulfur and brimstone in the process.

Demons…, came a voice like the rumbling of rolling thunder from deep within his mind.

Draku would let out a plumy breath of annoyance at the thought of dealing with demons, Yeah… I smell 'em…, he'd think to himself rather reluctantly, I suppose I should check things out...
With an equally annoyed growl he would begin his trek across the park towards the sound of the portal, the sound of a woman giving out orders drew nearer with each step before what sounded like a roar of flames exploded into life. Not close enough to worry about... Sounds like it's fading.
With another whiff of the air he could tell that he was even closer than before, the faint smell of blood joining the previous two scents. Cold blooded killers. He'd have to watch out for these fiends.

For a male his size, he moved with exceptional stealth at little to no effort and in the snow at that; closing in on the area and spotting what he could only assume what he was searching for, These are the demons?
He took in their appearances with a raised brow and the look of someone who was deep in thought, Nose don't lie, I guess…
He'd lean casually up against the nearest tree keeping an eye on them from the distance he was at and in the cover of the added darkness from the trees around him, reaching into his coat's inner pocket he would procure himself an all black pre-rolled marijuana cigarette. With a snap of his fingers he brought an emerald green flame to life atop the tip of his thumb and lit the joint with a heavy drag, extinguishing the flame with a flick of his wrist, and prepared to tail the two at any moment.

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Name: Draku Rodriguez

Nickname:

Is typically called D, Dre, Drak, Drake, Draco, Drakizzle, Draknizzle, and Drakutious by others who cannot remember or pronounce his name. Presumably.

Title or Hero/Villain/Code name:

Is referred to as Silent Thunder by those who recognize him for his heroic acts, as The Unforgiven by those who have come face to face with his vigilante style, and code named The Walking Catastrophe due to the manner in which his resurrections take place.

Species: Dragonknight

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Age: Unknown/Appears 31

Birthday: Unknown

Personality:

- By nature, honor would seem to be more important to him than life itself; often becoming tied to the dragonknight's code of conduct on the battlefield, believing adversaries should be treated with courtesy and respect, even if they would be sworn enemies. Caution and discretion are key to his survival, but fear is a disease and cowardice is a moral failing. To him, breaking an oath is the height of dishonor, and attention to honesty extends to every word. A commitment made must be carried out. Ultimately, he takes responsibility for his actions and the consequences that follow. Typically enthusiastic about life, particularly success, and brooding about failure for only a short time before disappointment is shaped into a strong drive for improvement. Being amongst the last of his mighty race, the dragonknight actually demonstrates a humble trait that might be considered by some as reserved; but like the vast majority of his race, he has no qualms asking for what he needs or taking the time to improve himself. Trust is a major factor in the lives of all Dragonknight and each expects others to be just as open and forthcoming with them as they are.

Others may see him and his people as proud or even arrogant because of this dedication to excellence and high standards. It is true that dragonknight are typically proud of their race's accomplishments. However, they are also more than willing to recognize with respect the accomplishments of others in turn, whether or not the being in question is an ally or enemy. Part of the roots of the dragonknight's honorable attitude lies within his drive for self-improvement, placing great value on the skill of an individual, including his own. Failing at a task is anathema to a dragonknight and as a result they can sometimes push themselves to unhealthy extremes of effort. This aspect of the dragonknight mind means few of the race take a laid back approach to any skill or ability, striving ever to become the masters of a particular skill and respect those among other races that approach life in the same manner. Draku is no different. The passionate nature of the dragonknight has persuaded others to believe him to become quite brutal or vengeful over the span of his many lives and given to hasty choices that are morally compromising. the dragonknight's sense of worth can likewise lead to greed and egoistic selfishness, often fueled by the twisted influence of his guardian spirit; the two different personalities often raging war within his mind, yet retaining the scruples and values that define his race, including respect and courtesy to enemies. Of the two personalities, one being the strong silent type; who keeps solely to himself, trusts very few, and can become incredibly ruthless at times, while the other being a kinder, more lighthearted side of himself, he chooses to follow his more primal state of mind.

As a race, the dragonknight possess a strong sense of independence and self-worth, but most however do not view this as a need to break away from society as other individuals might, but rather to shape it for the better through their own unique strengths and weaknesses. Likewise, the dragonknight sees himself as responsible for those around him, the group ultimately reflecting on the individual. In this way the successes and failures of each member of his team are the failures and successes of the group they associate with, giving him a very collective sense of self while allowing the others of his group to retain their individuality. Ultimately, he holds himself accountable for his choice of allies and poor judgment is considered no excuse for failing to uphold the standards all dragonknight hold themselves to.

Appearance:



[Height:] 6'5"

[Weight:] Unknown/ Weighs beyond any expectations due to the entity that possesses his soul

[Hair] A long black and green tipped mohawk w/ long green tipped bangs that cover his right eye and a series of intricate tribal designs shaved into the sides of his head

[Facial Hair] A wild black beard with fainter green highlights trailing through the length of it, kept mainly braided and adorned with a tribal ring at the tip

[Face] A pitch black tribal tattoo trailing over his left eye; from his hairline to his jawline

[Eye Color] Emerald Green

[Piercings] A zero gauge anodized black titanium dragon wing hanger plug; pierced through his left ear, a fourteen gauge anodized black titanium long spike barbell; pierced through his left eyebrow, and an anodized black titanium spiked labret piercing

[Skin Tone] Olive

[Body Type] Body Builder

[Accessories] Always wears a pair of all black wrap around sun shades and a pair of fingerless black leather gloves w/ several semi-sharp metal studs embedded into them; used for beating unworthy adversaries, not worthy of his blade, into a bloody mess

[Upper body] Wears an all black leather duster w/ short sharp spikes protruding from the right shoulder, a black fishnet muscle shirt that reveals a gruesome scar across his muscular chest and an all black half harness shoulder holster customized for his firearm worn on the left side

[Lower body] Wears a pair of loose fitting, green stitched, black leather pants, and a pair of all black leather, steel capped, knee-high combat boots w/ metal plate accents and buckle decor.

Affiliation: N/A

Powers:

[Elementalist]

- Possesses the ability to summon the raw power of the elements and command them at will. Capable of manipulating the elements like an extension of his own form and inflicting more damage in a single strike than any other of his professions. This ability has come as a second nature to him and has no need for any sort of preparation to unleash this devastating power.

[Feral Sense]

- His senses of sight, smell, and hearing are all inhumanly acute. He can see with perfect clarity at greater distances, even in near-total darkness. His hearing is enhanced in a similar manner, allowing him to both hear sounds others cannot and also hear to greater distances. He is able to use his sense of smell to track targets by scent, even if the scent has been eroded somewhat over time by natural factors.

[Supernatural Strength]

- Capable of being able to lift up from cars to trucks, buses, and other objects of great size. Can jump incredible distances and land safely. Possesses the ability to run faster than any average individual of his size could possibly be.

[Supernatural Durability]

- His body-tissue, skin, muscles, bones, etc. are extremely dense/solid, allowing them to withstand harmful forces on the body such as crushing weights, impacts, pressures, changes in temperature, etc. Due to how durable his body has become, this also allows him to resist tearing muscles and breaking his bones.

[Supernatural Stamina]

- Is capable of sustaining himself without tiring at an inhuman level.

[Accelerated Healing]

- His body is permanently shrouded in a powerful dragonic aura that allows him to recover from seemingly mortal wounds. Injuries that would be deadly to most, take just a short time for him to recover from; time varies from a few seconds to several minutes, according to the severity of the wound.

[Elemental Regeneration]

- The ability to recreate lost or damaged tissues, organs and limbs by using any available element in his vicinity.

[Elemental Augmentation]

- The ability to augment his physical condition by reinforcing his body with various elements.

[Elemental Reincarnation ]

- If one were to succeed in ending his life, one of several events would occur: a large bolt of lightning striking him causing a fiery explosion; immolating his form to ash, freezing to the very core of his form; shattering into thousands of tiny ice crystals or disintegrating into earth slowly from the inside out; blood pouring like sand until his form dissipates into nothing but dust. The planet itself would restore his physical being after such an event; using every element on it to do so.

[Dragon's Rage]

- When pushed to a certain limit, he can enter a state known as dragon's rage. In this form, he takes on certain physical attributes of his guardian dragon; glowing green dragon-like optics, huge battle-worn wings, wickedly curved horns, and a highly significant increase in strength; both physically and supernaturally.

[The Harvester of Souls]

- Due to the power of his guardian spirit, he is granted the innate ability to strike at the very life force of an opponent; often channeled through his natural elemental prowess giving the conjured element a certain green hue, and is highly capable of sapping the very will to survive from any living soul. This ability is especially deadly to all dragon kind and those of dragonic descent, capable of empowering him with the souls and abilities of any dragon slain by this power. Due to this connection with his guardian, the dragonknight's soul is immortal and unattainable by any means.

Weapons:

The Dragon Fang

- A legendary five foot sword forged in the flames of the Lost Society; fabled to have been made by Mother Tiamat herself, practically indestructible and has the capability of becoming a conduit for the powerful dragonic force he is able to cast; this can only be accomplished by speaking in his native tongue.

The blade is the only memory he has of his once mighty race, caring for the sword as if it were a part of his very being and using it as little as possible to avoid it being damaged.

Being a weapon that is tied directly to his lineage, it can only be wielded by the dragonknight and summoned to him by calling out its true name.

The Dragon Fang doesn't possess a scabbard and is therefore affixed with a magnetic component that allows it to be carried over the shoulder.

[The Triforce Gun]

- A fully customized jet black three barreled gun, each barrel etched with faintly glowing Dragonic symbols; each symbol representing Fire, Ice and Lightning. This firearm is unique in it's own way for it has no need for standard ammunition and runs off the unlimited Dragonic force that courses through his veins. It is always holstered on his left side.

Weaknesses:

His elementalist ability is limited to only the elements he creates and within his vicinity, he cannot control elements cast by other users.

His feral sense ability can be fooled by magic and other types of supernatural abilities.

He is only capable of lifting so much weight with his supernatural strength, anything above what he can comfortably lift can be moved by sheer will, but can and will cause fatigue and only be held for so long before he collapses from exhaustion.

His supernatural durability does not make him completely invulnerable, certain abilities that can bypass tough skin can be counteractive against this power, and can complicate receiving medical treatment.

He can only exert himself for so long with his supernatural stamina before the excessive buildup of fatigue toxins will begin to wear him down.

His accelerated healing can only heal if he has the time it takes to recover from the injuries he obtains; the more damage he takes in rapid succession can easily overwhelm the ability, ceasing it completely.

His elemental reincarnation isn't instantaneous. It takes time. Months to years. On rare occasions it can take days, but when it happens he has no recollection of who he is and is unable to control his capabilities until he can regain his lost memories.

Upon exiting the state of dragon's rage will cause him to collapse into a comatose-like state. He will remain in this state from anywhere to a few days to a few weeks depending on how long he remains in dragon's rage.

Remaining in the state of dragon's rage for extended periods of time puts any and all in his immediate vicinity at risk. The longer he sustains this fit of rage slowly begins to drain him of all sense of reasoning, causing him to strike out at both friend and foe until either defeated or the last man standing.

The Harvester of Souls ability cannot affect anything outside of the dragonic race, rendering it completely useless against any other race.

Has absolutely no defense against attacks of the mind, easily influenced by mind control and abilities of the sort.

At times his ego can become his own worst enemy, exceeding his actual skill set which typically results in a complex of showing off. If kept unchecked, can be overpowered by opponents whose abilities far exceed his own.

Has a huge dislike of enclosed spaces, bordering on extreme claustrophobia, causing him to react rather aggressively using any means necessary to escape such a situation.

Likes: A good challenge and a worthy opponent. Occasionally partaking in smoking of the cannabis plant.

Dislikes: Oath breakers, liars, cowards and enclosed areas.

Current Residence: Ever since he settled his score with Brimstone so many lives ago, he lived a dormant life. But as the new world began to grow and change around him, he set out to study the way of life. All life. Living amongst all walks, from beast to man, and in all his journeys, and all the lands, he only fell in love with one place.

The Savage Lands.

A prehistoric tropical preserve hidden in Antarctica, though it's existence; oddly enough, common knowledge throughout the world, faintly reminiscent of his time. Residing within the Lands, this being the place he returns to at the end of every venture out into the world, since 1965.

Backstory:

Born into royalty and the most powerful race known to man, the dragonknight; guardian-bearing warriors who possess the soul, blood and abilities of a dragon, Draku is the only known surviving member of his kind. In years long past a wicked dictator, by the name of Evil Brimstone, invaded their lands with seemingly endless hordes of super powered demons; destroying everything and sparing no one in his path. It was in a failed attempt at ending the fighting with no further bloodshed that Draku's father, the mightiest dragonknight since their ancestors, had fallen. In the fiery aftermath of what was left of his homeland, he made his way to the altar where his people had prayed to The Mighty Tiamat; Mother of All Dragons, for the power to avenge his family and friends. In response to his prayers Tiamat sent to him the guardian known as Bahumat the Harvester of Souls, a legendary black dragon responsible for devouring the souls of his fallen brethren in an attempt to gain ultimate power, granting Draku the strength and abilities of every soul within the Harvester's realm. His guardian’s darkness and thirst for power has merged with Draku’s rage, thus tainting his once pure soul. Due to his guardian's dark past, Draku's own soul can never escape him; he has died countlessly, but has risen from the dead time and time again.

Special Skills:

[Hybrid Martial Arts]

- Capable of incorporating techniques and theories from several particular martial arts in combat

[Close Quarters Combat]

- A type of fighting in which he can engage the enemy with personal weapons at very short range, potentially to the point of hand-to-hand combat or fighting with hand weapons such as swords or knives. He is incredibly skilled in this style of fighting; making him extremely proficient with his fists and a master of bladed weapons.

Other: Being from a different time altogether, still has much to learn about this era.

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Time, to the Dragonknight, seemed to skip ahead with much haste. Two years to him was a matter of days in his mind. Sleep always eluded him, he cared not for what date it may be, nor did he ever find a moment dull enough in his life to walk away from. In truth, ever since he settled his score with Brimstone so many lives ago, he lived a dormant life. But. As the new world began to grow and change around him, he set out to study the way of life. All life. Living amongst all walks, from beast to man, and in all his journeys, and all the lands, he only fell in love with one place.

The Savage Lands.

A prehistoric tropical preserve hidden in Antarctica, though it's existence; oddly enough, common knowledge throughout the world, faintly reminiscent of his time. Residing within the Lands, this being the place he returns to at the end of every venture out into the world, since 1965.

His time here mainly consisted of tending to his vast crops of specially blended herbs. Oh yes. You know. Herbs. The only source on the planet known to keep his dragon rage in check. Occasionally he would be visited by the likes of Moon-Boy and Devil dinosaur, who he had aided on numerous occasions with pleasure. But the being back in New York. The memories that suddenly invaded his consciousness. They always sat in the back of his mind. Who was he really?

That's possibly what brought him back. Back to the place where he encountered the others from that time. Maybe he could find them again. He'd chuckle producing a pre rolled, snapping his fingers and creating an emerald green flame at the tip of his thumb. Who'd have guessed he would willingly come in search it trouble?