LeoricAquila

Something Beyond The Abyss, a Lovecraftian Horror RP.

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Jonathan

Name:Jonathan Page

Sex: Male

Occupation: University Student (History Major)

Height: 5’6’’

Weight: 163 Lbs

Appearance:

Jon at work

Eldritch Encounters: Discovered a hidden library within Oxford University containing a few old tomes containing faint scribblings but all seeming to bear some sort of ancient sign or sigil on each. The papers in the books barely described various beings and symbols but not enough to make snes of it. The only phrase that ever stuck out as a complete thought was “ The Elder Sign”.

Traits: Bookworm, Socially Awkward, Intelligent, Brave, Knowledge-hungry.

Equipment: A bookbag containing various tomes of different sizes and states of wear and tear. The tomes each carry a different symbol etched into the leather facing, the symbols in question are of an unknown origin to him. The books themselves do not have many pages, and the pages within are worn and difficult to read or in some foreign languages. Outside of this, he carries with him, a small knife as well as some writing supplies.

Order: Not currently connected to the Order

Background: - Enrolled at Oxford University to study History and became obsessed with unearthing hidden secrets of the world

-Unearthed a volume of hidden texts, that to him, were very intriguing though confusing. He then took these books and started to study them and pour over them in great length though they yielded no further truth or history of a world he knew. Decided it was largely fiction.

-Was confronted about these books and what he knew of his contents by his professors and became very wary of the way they asked about the subject of “Elders” and “The Sign”.

-Left the university to study further and find more information on the tomes in secret, away from the prying eyes of the university and traveled towards Bohemia, in search of answers to what he held on to and to find out the real truth of the world and what really shaped the events of the past.

Personality: Jon likes to keep to his books and likes to be where his own social safespace is. He’s not good with social interactions and will likely be very short or abrupt with people when explaining something. He’s a good man, but he’s also very matter-of-fact. He is driven by a thirst for knowledge and will not stop until he has a full understanding of the world he lives in, even if it kills him or drives him mad.

Gods: Redux: a Deity RP (FULL)

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Leoric

Name: Leoric

Gender: Male

Appearance:

The God of Lust

Much unlike the other gods, he prefers to shrink himself to the size of a human to interact with them and sow his seeds of lust. Often taking a shape similar to a human. The wings on his back generally only appear when he takes his true form and size, or while with other gods. Mortals would not be able to see the wings.

Personality: Leoric is a man who thrives on deceit and the base instincts of all of creation. Man, beast, even god. He is kind to your face and quite agreeable, exuding the air of a nobleman, but strip away that guise and he is a monster drawing out all of your lustful desires, plotting to turn you against your friends and allies to further his conquest towards the top of the food chain, to become king of the gods without spilling blood himself.

Major Domain: Lust

Minor Domains: Lies and Greed

Weaknesses: The pure and innocent, specifically children without a shred of understanding of him and thus he has no power over them. The innocence of a child’s heart makes him powerless to corrupt them and make them submit to their base desires because those thoughts and feelings had never cultivated.

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The Mistress

Stance: He is of the opinion that the current state of things is perfect for him to lay the groundwork for a major takeover to sit on the throne. He sees opportunity to turn allies against each other and forge new alliances to benefit him, in his rise to power. Betrayal is almost his trademark, often backstabbing many of his former allies to climb higher and higher.

Loyalty During the Rebellion: He didn’t necessarily fight on any one side in particular, but instead fought on whichever side would further his own machinations. He switched sides often and made sure to keep his movements hidden. He’s only in it for himself, for his own ambition.

Center of Power: The center of Leoric’s power is actually contained within a pendant that he wears on his person. It is a reddish crystal that pulses with power and contains a roiling sea of energy within. It produces a sound that can only be heard if you’re listening very closely, a constant moaning, the sounds of ecstasy. This pendant acts as a conduit for his power, allowing him to channel the energy that he feeds on from the natural, lustful behaviors of the world as a whole, and also acts as a siphon when he is near said acts of lust, absorbing the raw energy of the emotions and .

Relations: Allies- Legio, God of Mankind
Typhonne, Goddess of Storms
Asmoday, God of the Underworld
X, God of Knowledge
Necrarch, God of Undeath
Meztliyaotl, Goddess of the Moon
Acquaintances- Koritomo, Goddess of War
Oao, God of Darkness
Sleeth, God of Murder
Legorian, God of the Sea
Tian, God of Dragons
Naqqash, God of Sorrows

Neutral- Azah, God of Justice
Alea, Goddess of Life
Artherion, God of Predators
Callifer, God of the Hunt
Telios, God of the Sun
Sylendre, Goddess of Nature
Polaris, God of the Stars
Galvan, God of the Forge
God of Dreams
Alinius, God of Creation

Enemies- No current enemies that he is open about

Powers: While not classically a combatant, Leoric does employ illusory magics and poisons to subdue and defeat opponents. Leoric is able to create illusions that almost perfectly mimic and mock life. He is able to “clone” himself to evade and misdirect opponents into losing track of the real form. He is sneaky and deceptive. Once he is content with ending the little game of hide and seek, he tends to end it with a slow and agonizingly painful death by poisoned dagger to the gut or any other soft and squishy vulnerability that he can find.

Godly Equipment:

Poisoned Dagger.

This dagger secretes a poison designed to inflict terrible pain and suffering on anything that it penetrates. The dagger itself is quite simple is design but is incredibly sharp.

The Gods Bane: This is a poison that was designed and concocted by Sleeth and Leoric, a toxin that could be applied to a blade, mixed in with food and drink or any other manner of delivery. This evil and cruel tool does not kill instantly, but rather paralyzes and leaves the victims incapable of retaliation until the poison ultimately shuts the god down permanently, leaving them catatonic and vulnerable to a coup de gras. Leoric has only used this twice before but has recently seen need to prepare to use it again.

Demi Gods:

The Succubus

This female demon was the offspring of an agreement with Asmoday and Leoric, they worked on this one and molded her into a perfect seductress, capable of taking on many forms (Ones that would be stimulating to the prey that she would be hunting) She often is found in the realm of man, but skips between planes and lands rather easily, tricking any sentient mortals into bedding with her, where she subsequently steals their life essence.

Lord Midas

Lord Midas, a man consumed by greed, rules a small keep within the realm of Lust. He is the king of greed, and true to the stories and legends, his touch can turn anything he touches to solid gold. Leoric turned the Man,known as a human as Midas, into a greed filled, lust driven monster. Leoric enjoyed corrupting this man to the point of begging to be given unlimited riches. Leoric granted this wish, alongside of eternal life in a cruel twist to grant this man the ultimate of suffering. Anything he loved previously would only be gold and he would no longer know the touch of mortal flesh.

Name of your Land: Vestria

Lands: Much of the plant-life within Vestria is poisonous or spreads poisonous spores, though this poison is not as much deadly as it does tamper with your emotional state, putting you into a lust filled state of mind and driving you to join in one of the thousands of piles of writhing bodies that cover the landscape. There are not many animals that dwell within Vestria, a few different breeds of birds, including

People: What species are they? What ethnicity are they? Describe them here.

Culture: Much like the people, the culture here is varied and largely stolen from other lands, though not much culture can breed within the orgy piles that dot the landscape. Where there is not a hill of people in ecstasy, there dwells a bastion of...some sort of ancient civilization, now covered in piles of gold and jewels. Much of the law system in Vestria is chaotic, with the only real ruler being Leoric. Law is largely ignored for the sake of the pursuit of power, ecstasy and wealth, anything goes.

Technology: Early Medieval technology, less militaristic and more on the economic developments.

Capital: There aren’t really cities per say and the land itself is not especially large, but the lands do roll off to the northern coast where the temple of the God of Lust resides. This temple is a large structure that houses both the Succubus and the Mistress, as well as the God himself, Leoric.

Beings: Imps and other demons that are susceptible to the draws of lust. The Siren is a frequent visitor to Leoric’s private sanctuary by the seas that border his lands.

Gods: Redux: a Deity RP

Leoric

Name: Leoric

Gender: Male

Appearance:

The God of Lust

Much unlike the other gods, he prefers to shrink himself to the size of a human to interact with them and sow his seeds of lust. Often taking a shape similar to a human. The wings on his back generally only appear when he takes his true form and size, or while with other gods. Mortals would not be able to see the wings.

Personality: Leoric is a man who thrives on deceit and the base instincts of all of creation. Man, beast, even god. He is kind to your face and quite agreeable, exuding the air of a nobleman, but strip away that guise and he is a monster drawing out all of your lustful desires, plotting to turn you against your friends and allies to further his conquest towards the top of the food chain, to become king of the gods without spilling blood himself.

Major Domain: Lust

Minor Domains: Lies and Greed

Weaknesses: The pure and innocent, specifically children without a shred of understanding of him and thus he has no power over them. The innocence of a child’s heart makes him powerless to corrupt them and make them submit to their base desires because those thoughts and feelings had never cultivated.

Your Avatar:

The Mistress

Stance: He is of the opinion that the current state of things is perfect for him to lay the groundwork for a major takeover to sit on the throne. He sees opportunity to turn allies against each other and forge new alliances to benefit him, in his rise to power. Betrayal is almost his trademark, often backstabbing many of his former allies to climb higher and higher.

Loyalty During the Rebellion: He didn’t necessarily fight on any one side in particular, but instead fought on whichever side would further his own machinations. He switched sides often and made sure to keep his movements hidden. He’s only in it for himself, for his own ambition.

Center of Power: The center of Leoric’s power is actually contained within a pendant that he wears on his person. It is a reddish crystal that pulses with power and contains a roiling sea of energy within. It produces a sound that can only be heard if you’re listening very closely, a constant moaning, the sounds of ecstasy. This pendant acts as a conduit for his power, allowing him to channel the energy that he feeds on from the natural, lustful behaviors of the world as a whole, and also acts as a siphon when he is near said acts of lust, absorbing the raw energy of the emotions and .

Relations: Allies- Legio, God of Mankind
Typhonne, Goddess of Storms
Asmoday, God of the Underworld
X, God of Knowledge
Necrarch, God of Undeath
Meztliyaotl, Goddess of the Moon
Acquaintances- Koritomo, Goddess of War
Oao, God of Darkness
Sleeth, God of Murder
Legorian, God of the Sea
Tian, God of Dragons
Naqqash, God of Sorrows

Neutral- Azah, God of Justice
Alea, Goddess of Life
Artherion, God of Predators
Callifer, God of the Hunt
Telios, God of the Sun
Sylendre, Goddess of Nature
Polaris, God of the Stars
Galvan, God of the Forge
God of Dreams
Alinius, God of Creation

Enemies- No current enemies that he is open about

Powers: While not classically a combatant, Leoric does employ illusory magics and poisons to subdue and defeat opponents. Leoric is able to create illusions that almost perfectly mimic and mock life. He is able to “clone” himself to evade and misdirect opponents into losing track of the real form. He is sneaky and deceptive. Once he is content with ending the little game of hide and seek, he tends to end it with a slow and agonizingly painful death by poisoned dagger to the gut or any other soft and squishy vulnerability that he can find.

Godly Equipment:

Poisoned Dagger.

This dagger secretes a poison designed to inflict terrible pain and suffering on anything that it penetrates. The dagger itself is quite simple is design but is incredibly sharp.

The Gods Bane: This is a poison that was designed and concocted by Sleeth and Leoric, a toxin that could be applied to a blade, mixed in with food and drink or any other manner of delivery. This evil and cruel tool does not kill instantly, but rather paralyzes and leaves the victims incapable of retaliation until the poison ultimately shuts the god down permanently, leaving them catatonic and vulnerable to a coup de gras. Leoric has only used this twice before but has recently seen need to prepare to use it again.

Demi Gods:

The Succubus

This female demon was the offspring of an agreement with Asmoday and Leoric, they worked on this one and molded her into a perfect seductress, capable of taking on many forms (Ones that would be stimulating to the prey that she would be hunting) She often is found in the realm of man, but skips between planes and lands rather easily, tricking any sentient mortals into bedding with her, where she subsequently steals their life essence.

Lord Midas

Lord Midas, a man consumed by greed, rules a small keep within the realm of Lust. He is the king of greed, and true to the stories and legends, his touch can turn anything he touches to solid gold. Leoric turned the Man,known as a human as Midas, into a greed filled, lust driven monster. Leoric enjoyed corrupting this man to the point of begging to be given unlimited riches. Leoric granted this wish, alongside of eternal life in a cruel twist to grant this man the ultimate of suffering. Anything he loved previously would only be gold and he would no longer know the touch of mortal flesh.

Name of your Land: Vestria

Lands: Much of the plant-life within Vestria is poisonous or spreads poisonous spores, though this poison is not as much deadly as it does tamper with your emotional state, putting you into a lust filled state of mind and driving you to join in one of the thousands of piles of writhing bodies that cover the landscape. There are not many animals that dwell within Vestria, a few different breeds of birds, including

People: What species are they? What ethnicity are they? Describe them here.

Culture: Much like the people, the culture here is varied and largely stolen from other lands, though not much culture can breed within the orgy piles that dot the landscape. Where there is not a hill of people in ecstasy, there dwells a bastion of...some sort of ancient civilization, now covered in piles of gold and jewels. Much of the law system in Vestria is chaotic, with the only real ruler being Leoric. Law is largely ignored for the sake of the pursuit of power, ecstasy and wealth, anything goes.

Technology: Early Medieval technology, less militaristic and more on the economic developments.

Capital: There aren’t really cities per say and the land itself is not especially large, but the lands do roll off to the northern coast where the temple of the God of Lust resides. This temple is a large structure that houses both the Succubus and the Mistress, as well as the God himself, Leoric.

Beings: Imps and other demons that are susceptible to the draws of lust. The Siren is a frequent visitor to Leoric’s private sanctuary by the seas that border his lands.

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Whispers of Hope- Fire in the Night (Accepting Applications)

The outdoor market district of Mezzar was always busy, always crowded, always… sort of smelly. Loud voices calling from stalls with merchants and farmers peddling their wares and food, children running through the streets playing with toys and knick knacks while close by, their mothers purchased dinner for the evening. It was a nice scene for most. Many people would consider this idyllic, not Daveon however. He was too busy arguing with a merchant over the price of a loaf of bread and a bottle of wine. The normally cheery corner of this part of the market was quite handily disturbed by the small man, his gruff demeanor and loud voice making all around them very aware of the Little Wolverine’s fury.

”Ya means t’ tell me that yous are gonna charge me, ME! Daveon Axebane! You’re going to charge me fifteen copper for this shite wine and this stale bread?! Are you out of yer fuckin’ mind!” The little man stomped and was getting ready to climb over the display, a hand reaching instinctively to the handle of his axe, his rage bubbling up as he felt offended. Instead he simply spat at the merchant and tossed the coin at the man. ”Yer lucky I’m here of order business, else I’d be takin’ yer hand, ya sack o’ shit. Fuckin filthy humans ripping off good halffolk… Thinkin’ we less than them, over chargin’ us for fuckin’ bread…” Daveon grumbled to himself as he bit into the somewhat stale bread and walked through the rest of the market, curious about if there were a quality blacksmith in these parts, he’d never been to Mezzar before and wanted to find out what their quality and standards for weaponry would be and if there were pits to make some cash. He knew there was a mission ready for him, but he wanted fun… adventure… Blood. A swig of wine hear, a crunch of bread there, a casual insult tossed at a group of Free Elves.

Daveon was really just wasting time at this point, knowing that if he were to show up to the meeting on time… or even worse… first, then it would damage his reputation as a smart mouthed jackass that could careless about the team. He would die for any of them, he knew this deep down, even that shitty Dusty Knife-Ear, Shayzani. Daveon fought alongside of them for some time now and even against one of them. He never let people in, never let other races close enough to gain his trust, but this group had proven themselves capable and he knew in a pinch he could rely on any one of them to help him out of a tight spot, even if he did constantly say he hated them. ”Buncha filthy bastards, the whole lot of them…” He whispered to himself as he kept roaming the market square.

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Whispers of Hope- Fire in the Night (Accepting Applications)

Daveon Axebane

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Age: 28
Alias(es): Ankle Hewer, Daveon the Small, Little Wolverine.
Gender: Male
Race: Halfling

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Personality: Daveon is, for lack of a better term, a dick. He has no respect for the larger races of the world. And why should he? They’ve done nothing for him or his people outside of treat them as lesser because of their stature. He is a tenacious fighter and stubborn to the core, refusing to back down from a fight or an argument, even to his own detriment. His love of coin is also one of his defining features, never able to turn down a full purse or the promise of wealth as a reward for his unique skill set of being able to bring foes down to his level. Daveon is arrogant, angry and a bit racist, never shirking a chance to insult an elf by calling them ‘Knife Ear’. He has a particular distrust for human barkeeps, not sure if they’re taking advantage of him for his size and charging him more for ale and then giving him a smaller portion than he gives the humans and elves, or if they are really just offering him the good stuff. Not that he can can tell, all alcohol goes down the same for him.

Daveon has only two loves in the whole world, coin and slaying monsters. He doesn’t even love his own mum that much, though she’s a saint. Daveon fights and kills not for glory, though he gives off that appearance, but rather he fights for the people of his home town, donating much of the money he makes to the needy and takes care of his kind. He believes that the halflings have been put down by the full sized people of the world, less so from the dwarves, as they have been kind and fair to Daveon whenever he’s been to their settlements. Much of what Daveon does is a show, being a dick to the larger people who have put his kind down for years and being callous. He only shows his true passion in the midst of combat, sword and axe flailing in his fury to cut down any foe brave enough to fight him.

Biography: Daveon started out as many of the other pitfighters like him did, as a street rat. He stole and fought to survive, believing that he could punch his way out of any situation, and it was mostly true. Dav found himself on the receiving end of many a brutal beat down while he was growing up, gaining a sort of resilience to physical injury and a callous personality that allowed him to brush off insults and rude comments like they were water off a duck’s back. Daveon spent a lot of time with his mother when he wasn’t on the streets learning to brawl, learning about what it meant to stand for something, and that something was the little people of his slums, his home… The halfling people were a race left disregarded by the taller, more importantly, a race of people who were given the scraps, treated worse than the slaves. Daveon felt that his people had always been regarded as inferior and unfit for anything, even slave labor. This belief manifested itself in unchecked rage and aggression, which got him into a lot of trouble.

Daveon spent his late teen years being trained on how to focus that rage when he decided he was going to use his natural talent for bludgeoning people to make money, focusing all of his hatred and anger into the Pits, an arena in his hometown that was designed to pit those who were truly brave, or stupid, enough to battle some of the most dangerous monsters capable of being captured and restrained long enough to be killed in the arenas. He learned how to let that rage become his weapon, a force within him to drive himself forward and accomplish feats that many of the other pitfighters would have struggled to survive, with the exception of one. A human fighter name Riance Stranger was able to meet and match Daveon every step of the way, creating a bitter rivalry between the two fighters. With Daveon being like a wild beast set off the chain, and Riance being a more calculated and measured fighter, the two enjoyed a very successful run in the pits fighting against and alongside of each other. Daveon often found himself wondering if he would surpass the man or remain his equal until the end of time, but he always remembered that his feats were great, even by the standards of a human, let alone a halfling.

Daveon often took his winnings and spent them on food and feeding the homeless halflings of his village, helping build shelters and homes for them. He was an active member of the community, even though he always felt the call to battle. He held a battle lust in his heart that could not be quenched no matter how much he wanted to give back to the people that raised him, his true family… the halflings of the lower slums of Headrion. It was during his time within the pits that he was discovered by the Order, and was watched quite diligently. Dav showed promise as a warrior and as a good face among the common-folk, a folk hero amongst the halflings and a legend of the arena. The spitfire that was Daveon Axebane, the Little Wolverine, a vicious predator that would strike with fury and with a frenzy unlike any sane being. Two members of the Order of Journeymen would approach Daveon after a particular bout of his against a group of about twenty five boggards. He was covered head to toe with blood, some his own and some boggard, he wasn’t sure, the events of that day were hazy. The members of the order asked him if he’d be interested in using his talents to save the realm from worse creatures, an offer to which Daveon responded with a laugh and rude gesture, until they tossed a bloated sack of coins at his feet, promising more if he were to join. The rest is history as they say, the angry halfling now fighting and killing his way to riches and making a better life for the slum that he calls home.

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Equipment: Daveon barely wears any armor outside of the steel pauldrons on his shoulders, preferring the freedom of movement that loose fitting clothing gives him while he’s fighting. Daveon carries a straight sword and an axe on his back as well as several daggers on his belt. The most protection he wears, outside of the pauldrons are a pair of loose fitting leather pants.

Skills: Primal Rage - After years of rage buried deep inside of him, Daveon is able to channel that rage into his combat ability, allowing him to shrug off blows that would look fatal to any normal man. When the primal fury takes him over, he loses much of his ability to conjure intelligent thought and speech, but his blows become much more devastating. Daveon also has his senses honed in this state of rage, able to react to incoming attacks many times faster than most fighters of his size or larger, allowing him to dodge out of the way of incoming projectiles and avoid being seriously injured by magics, while also being immune to any magic that might strike fear into him or charm him otherwise. Daveon can only enter this state four times over the course of a day and only for ten minutes at a time.

Whispers of Hope- Fire in the Night (Accepting Applications)

Daveon Axebane

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Age: 28
Alias(es): Ankle Hewer, Daveon the Small, Little Wolverine.
Gender: Male
Race: Halfling

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Personality: Daveon is, for lack of a better term, a dick. He has no respect for the larger races of the world. And why should he? They’ve done nothing for him or his people outside of treat them as lesser because of their stature. He is a tenacious fighter and stubborn to the core, refusing to back down from a fight or an argument, even to his own detriment. His love of coin is also one of his defining features, never able to turn down a full purse or the promise of wealth as a reward for his unique skill set of being able to bring foes down to his level. Daveon is arrogant, angry and a bit racist, never shirking a chance to insult an elf by calling them ‘Knife Ear’. He has a particular distrust for human barkeeps, not sure if they’re taking advantage of him for his size and charging him more for ale and then giving him a smaller portion than he gives the humans and elves, or if they are really just offering him the good stuff. Not that he can can tell, all alcohol goes down the same for him.

Daveon has only two loves in the whole world, coin and slaying monsters. He doesn’t even love his own mum that much, though she’s a saint. Daveon fights and kills not for glory, though he gives off that appearance, but rather he fights for the people of his home town, donating much of the money he makes to the needy and takes care of his kind. He believes that the halflings have been put down by the full sized people of the world, less so from the dwarves, as they have been kind and fair to Daveon whenever he’s been to their settlements. Much of what Daveon does is a show, being a dick to the larger people who have put his kind down for years and being callous. He only shows his true passion in the midst of combat, sword and axe flailing in his fury to cut down any foe brave enough to fight him.

Biography: Daveon started out as many of the other pitfighters like him did, as a street rat. He stole and fought to survive, believing that he could punch his way out of any situation, and it was mostly true. Dav found himself on the receiving end of many a brutal beat down while he was growing up, gaining a sort of resilience to physical injury and a callous personality that allowed him to brush off insults and rude comments like they were water off a duck’s back. Daveon spent a lot of time with his mother when he wasn’t on the streets learning to brawl, learning about what it meant to stand for something, and that something was the little people of his slums, his home… The halfling people were a race left disregarded by the taller, more importantly, a race of people who were given the scraps, treated worse than the slaves. Daveon felt that his people had always been regarded as inferior and unfit for anything, even slave labor. This belief manifested itself in unchecked rage and aggression, which got him into a lot of trouble.

Daveon spent his late teen years being trained on how to focus that rage when he decided he was going to use his natural talent for bludgeoning people to make money, focusing all of his hatred and anger into the Pits, an arena in his hometown that was designed to pit those who were truly brave, or stupid, enough to battle some of the most dangerous monsters capable of being captured and restrained long enough to be killed in the arenas. He learned how to let that rage become his weapon, a force within him to drive himself forward and accomplish feats that many of the other pitfighters would have struggled to survive, with the exception of one. A human fighter name Riance Stranger was able to meet and match Daveon every step of the way, creating a bitter rivalry between the two fighters. With Daveon being like a wild beast set off the chain, and Riance being a more calculated and measured fighter, the two enjoyed a very successful run in the pits fighting against and alongside of each other. Daveon often found himself wondering if he would surpass the man or remain his equal until the end of time, but he always remembered that his feats were great, even by the standards of a human, let alone a halfling.

Daveon often took his winnings and spent them on food and feeding the homeless halflings of his village, helping build shelters and homes for them. He was an active member of the community, even though he always felt the call to battle. He held a battle lust in his heart that could not be quenched no matter how much he wanted to give back to the people that raised him, his true family… the halflings of the lower slums of Headrion. It was during his time within the pits that he was discovered by the Order, and was watched quite diligently. Dav showed promise as a warrior and as a good face among the common-folk, a folk hero amongst the halflings and a legend of the arena. The spitfire that was Daveon Axebane, the Little Wolverine, a vicious predator that would strike with fury and with a frenzy unlike any sane being. Two members of the Order of Journeymen would approach Daveon after a particular bout of his against a group of about twenty five boggards. He was covered head to toe with blood, some his own and some boggard, he wasn’t sure, the events of that day were hazy. The members of the order asked him if he’d be interested in using his talents to save the realm from worse creatures, an offer to which Daveon responded with a laugh and rude gesture, until they tossed a bloated sack of coins at his feet, promising more if he were to join. The rest is history as they say, the angry halfling now fighting and killing his way to riches and making a better life for the slum that he calls home.

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Equipment: Daveon barely wears any armor outside of the steel pauldrons on his shoulders, preferring the freedom of movement that loose fitting clothing gives him while he’s fighting. Daveon carries a straight sword and an axe on his back as well as several daggers on his belt. The most protection he wears, outside of the pauldrons are a pair of loose fitting leather pants.

Skills: Primal Rage - After years of rage buried deep inside of him, Daveon is able to channel that rage into his combat ability, allowing him to shrug off blows that would look fatal to any normal man. When the primal fury takes him over, he loses much of his ability to conjure intelligent thought and speech, but his blows become much more devastating. Daveon also has his senses honed in this state of rage, able to react to incoming attacks many times faster than most fighters of his size or larger, allowing him to dodge out of the way of incoming projectiles and avoid being seriously injured by magics, while also being immune to any magic that might strike fear into him or charm him otherwise. Daveon can only enter this state four times over the course of a day and only for ten minutes at a time.

Feral Battle Lust - An enhanced version of the Primal Rage, a state that Daveon can only enter one time per day. It increases his agility and allows him to move faster, at the detriment of not being able to distinguish friend from foe for the duration. In this state, he becomes tired much faster and can only enter the rage state once before needing to sleep off the strain it puts on his body. Once in this state, if his enemies all die before he comes out of his feral rage, he dives at the nearest body and rips into it, brutalizing them until the fury wears off. The fury lasts ten minutes and once it has been entered, he can no longer enter his primal rage until he sleeps.

Pit Fighter’s toughness - Due to Daveon’s years fighting for sport and money, he gained a resilience to physical blows. He can take more hits than anyone he knows and keep going, having fought all manner of man and beast inside the bloodied cages of the pits. He has great stamina and endurance as well as a fortitude that appears to be indomitable. Tenacity is an apt word to describe the small man and the inability to take him down. Daveon is much more durable than many of the other soldiers and fighters amongst the order due to this physical conditioning.

Magic: Magic is for chumps

Misc: The real kill count for Daveon is currently unknown, but we do know that he can be attributed to the deaths of at least one troll, several Harpies, A single werewolf, twelve giant spiders, 8 braugh and an unknown number of Boggards. Daveon hates those bastards more than any other creature, but will not back down from any fight. His amount of human and elf casualties is also staggering, being that the only opponent he’s had that has survived him has been Riance.

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Daveon Axebane

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Age: 28
Alias(es): Ankle Hewer, Daveon the Small, Little Wolverine.
Gender: Male
Race: Halfling

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Personality: Daveon is, for lack of a better term, a dick. He has no respect for the larger races of the world. And why should he? They’ve done nothing for him or his people outside of treat them as lesser because of their stature. He is a tenacious fighter and stubborn to the core, refusing to back down from a fight or an argument, even to his own detriment. His love of coin is also one of his defining features, never able to turn down a full purse or the promise of wealth as a reward for his unique skill set of being able to bring foes down to his level. Daveon is arrogant, angry and a bit racist, never shirking a chance to insult an elf by calling them ‘Knife Ear’. He has a particular distrust for human barkeeps, not sure if they’re taking advantage of him for his size and charging him more for ale and then giving him a smaller portion than he gives the humans and elves, or if they are really just offering him the good stuff. Not that he can can tell, all alcohol goes down the same for him.

Daveon has only two loves in the whole world, coin and slaying monsters. He doesn’t even love his own mum that much, though she’s a saint. Daveon fights and kills not for glory, though he gives off that appearance, but rather he fights for the people of his home town, donating much of the money he makes to the needy and takes care of his kind. He believes that the halflings have been put down by the full sized people of the world, less so from the dwarves, as they have been kind and fair to Daveon whenever he’s been to their settlements. Much of what Daveon does is a show, being a dick to the larger people who have put his kind down for years and being callous. He only shows his true passion in the midst of combat, sword and axe flailing in his fury to cut down any foe brave enough to fight him.

Biography: Daveon started out as many of the other pitfighters like him did, as a street rat. He stole and fought to survive, believing that he could punch his way out of any situation, and it was mostly true. Dav found himself on the receiving end of many a brutal beat down while he was growing up, gaining a sort of resilience to physical injury and a callous personality that allowed him to brush off insults and rude comments like they were water off a duck’s back. Daveon spent a lot of time with his mother when he wasn’t on the streets learning to brawl, learning about what it meant to stand for something, and that something was the little people of his slums, his home… The halfling people were a race left disregarded by the taller, more importantly, a race of people who were given the scraps, treated worse than the slaves. Daveon felt that his people had always been regarded as inferior and unfit for anything, even slave labor. This belief manifested itself in unchecked rage and aggression, which got him into a lot of trouble.

Daveon spent his late teen years being trained on how to focus that rage when he decided he was going to use his natural talent for bludgeoning people to make money, focusing all of his hatred and anger into the Pits, an arena in his hometown that was designed to pit those who were truly brave, or stupid, enough to battle some of the most dangerous monsters capable of being captured and restrained long enough to be killed in the arenas.

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Equipment: Daveon barely wears any armor outside of the steel pauldrons on his shoulders, preferring the freedom of movement that loose fitting clothing gives him while he’s fighting. Daveon carries a straight sword and an axe on his back as well as several daggers on his belt. The most protection he wears, outside of the pauldrons are a pair of loose fitting leather pants.

Skills: Primal Rage - After years of rage buried deep inside of him, Daveon is able to channel that rage into his combat ability, allowing him to shrug off blows that would look fatal to any normal man. When the primal fury takes him over, he loses much of his ability to conjure intelligent thought and speech, but his blows become much more devastating. Daveon also has his senses honed in this state of rage, able to react to incoming attacks many times faster than most fighters of his size or larger, allowing him to dodge out of the way of incoming projectiles and avoid being seriously injured by magics, while also being immune to any magic that might strike fear into him or charm him otherwise. Daveon can only enter this state four times over the course of a day and only for ten minutes at a time.

Feral Battle Lust - An enhanced version of the Primal Rage, a state that Daveon can only enter one time per day. It increases his agility and allows him to move faster, at the detriment of not being able to distinguish friend from foe for the duration. In this state, he becomes tired much faster and can only enter the rage state once before needing to sleep off the strain it puts on his body. Once in this state, if his enemies all die before he comes out of his feral rage, he dives at the nearest body and rips into it, brutalizing them until the fury wears off. The fury lasts ten minutes and once it has been entered, he can no longer enter his primal rage until he sleeps.

Pit Fighter’s toughness - Due to Daveon’s years fighting for sport and money, he gained a resilience to physical blows. He can take more hits than anyone he knows and keep going, having fought all manner of man and beast inside the bloodied cages of the pits. He has great stamina and endurance as well as a fortitude that appears to be indomitable. Tenacity is an apt word to describe the small man and the inability to take him down. Daveon is much more durable than many of the other soldiers and fighters amongst the order due to this physical conditioning.

Magic: Magic is for chumps
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