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    Richard Deraunt

    Post by Spiked Edge on Thu Aug 07, 2014 2:39 pm

    Name: Richard Deraunt
    Nicknames: RD, Rock, Richee, “The Prodigal Son of Teyness”, Codename: Spiked Edge during operation “Straylight”
    Class: Chaos
    Sub-Class: Berserker
    Age: 24
    Gender: Male
    Profession: Mercenary; Multiple Odd-Jobs (Construction, Sea-faring, heavy-lifting, etc.), Minor Smithing, Combatant (often enters into tournaments/competitions of strength and skill), Has light militant history.

    Social: 4 (0)
    Might: 8 (~10)
    Stealth: 0
    Arcana: 1
    Endurance: 8 (~9)
    Agility: 2
    Speed: 7 (~9)
    Accuracy: 2 (1)

    Tools-of-the-Trade:
    RD is a man known for having many tricks of the trade who’s survived numerous battles, his main weapon of choice is an excessively rare broadsword he affectionately calls “Rock Cleaver” after learning the Rune on it means “Stone”; not only are the hilt, lettering, and the pommel of blade made of a recently-discovered crystal catalyst for any type of spell, the edge of this blade is made of the extremely rare mineral known as platinum; because of the inlaid crystals and platinum’s high-protraction capabilities he is able to charge the edge with his limited pyro ability to enable it to cleave through nearly anything. Unfortunately because of his weakness in the arcane he needs a few moments to charge it and can’t hold the charge for long. Oddly enough the sword is lighter than it looks, might be made or at least infused with materials not-yet discovered, perhaps so anyone could wield it, or perhaps it’s just him? Outside of use Rock Cleaver rests in a sheath wrapped in chains dangling from his back.

    In the scabbards on his sides he holds a pair of trench-knives. He uses them mostly during close combat in closed areas, such as houses or alley-ways, places where using Rock Cleaver would be difficult or would limit his options for attack too much. He usually only uses one at a time predominantly w/ his right hand; the left forearm is covered in a light steel armor and fingerless leather glove so he can use it to deflect blows. He uses steel-tipped boots, finding that they are not only good for scaling certain areas they also give way to a MEAN kick.

    Around his neck he wears two necklaces, one within his chest armor and the other outside of it; the one within in a soul-trap which is very important to him, it keeps him in check. The other is an “echo stone” as he calls it, a stone which when tapped w/ an arcane ability allow his voice to be enhanced, depending on how much energy is stored within it, using this he can shout or roar loudly which is great for drawing the attention of opponents or mildly intimidating them. It can also be used for a more general purpose like giving an announcement or speaking over a crowd.

    Background story:
    Hailing from Teyness, which some call the Colony of War, Richard grew up in a place dedicated to the pursuit of strength. Teyness was not an easy place to live, but his father, Ronald Deraunt, as part of the military police did everything in his power to ease that burden slowly helping to turn it into a place where honor was placed just as highly as strength. After being assigned there his father quickly rose in ranks and before you know it he became chief, the entire colony he held under his protective wings. RD looked up to his father, trained with him as soon and as often as he was deemed able, the only person considered mightier than that man was his mother who kept herself busy as one of the main military consultants within Global. He was very proud of them, and they spent as much of their free time with him as possible, they made it a point to try and eat every meal as a family. Just the thought of them made his chest puff with pride… but something was missing, something he knew could be seen from miles away. In a family of such elite he felt as if he was easily overshadowed… Such power and strength was extremely hard to live up to, he didn’t want to disappoint them, but he needed something of his own to seek as a goal.

    To this effect around the age of 19, after finishing a few militant campaigns against not only the pagans, but the ever prevalent bandit threat, he set off on his own. His father and mother as way of parting and wishing him success in his endeavors gifted him both a trench spike and a gauntlet, both of high quality and sent him on his way. He traveled near and far after that, merely seeking to make a name for himself taking odd jobs here and there, clearing areas of rabble such as thugs, gangs, bandits/highwaymen; He didn’t take jobs that seemed shady or unjust out of respect for his family.

    He reached Soiyam at some-point and seeking any kind of chance or reason to explore its ancient, mysterious and expansive ruins took an escort mission to lead a few of the plucky archeologists down a newly discovered path. They underwent many trials and hardships down that perilous path, but it was there he discovered Rock Cleaver, HIS Sword. From the first moment he laid eyes on it, he could feel that it was something special, sense that it was meant to be his, but first he needed to make its stone protector recognize it as well. It appeared that through some strange manipulation of protraction and fairies the ancient civilization that once called these caverns its home had woven together a mighty stone guardian; relishing the challenge, RD advised the explorers to keep a GOOD distance, and if it looks grim, bail; then charged the construct. After a heated and lengthy battle, the golem’s weak spot, a locus of protraction which wove the fairies wills into a single soul-trap, was revealed and in attempt to please his employees he popped it out of its hold, effectively disabling the rock-beast without harming it or its energy source. He then claimed the blade, asking for no other compensation other than food and supplies so he could move on, excited at the prospect of something he could call his own, a success he earned himself which he was sure would lead him to even greater fame; he also allowed them to get a good study of it so as to satiate their curiosity otherwise he felt the pathfinders would never leave him be. Their analysis found that the weapon oddly enough wasn’t as ancient as it seemed and the runes engraved upon it were strangely similar to an old form of protraction weaving, their professional opinions didn’t change his opinion of the weapon much and after learning the ironic meaning of the engraved rune he gave the sword its iconic name.

    Word of this conquest must’ve spread fast, as he was soon contacted for another job… “Operation Straylight”… This operation changed how he thought of the world he lived in… he wasn’t sure how to interpret its results. Sure, the group he was assigned to succeeded, but the aftermath left a rather sour taste on his palate. Regardless he moved on, trying not to dwell on the events too much though every now and then it scratched at the back of his mind.

    He later made his way to Nebag… he was warned of the dangers, told to be cautious and not to dawdle too long in such a place, seemingly cursed to damnation by the greed it attracted due to its gratuitous mines of riches and wealth; but it was a place he had to go, a land he had to see, his adventurous ways were resolute in that choice… He never regretted a decision quite so much… He was sure he had worn enough protection, he was sure he could handle whatever horrors awaited him, sure that he’d be fine… He was clearly wrong, he left that island with his soul stained, corrupted by a malicious spirit there he lost a part of his sanity, but gained a great strength that unfortunately seemed beyond his control, had become a Berserker.

    Known as Death Seekers and Blood Knights by many, berserkers possessed great might and would be great military assets; but because of a lack of control and eventually turning on those they knew as allies, they were used only in times of desperation and even then given a wide girth. The corruption took shape in the physical world as a dark and reddish pigmentation of the skin, in his case the left arm, partially hidden by his gauntlet, the family heirloom still seemed to protect him… even from himself. He visited a mysterious, and underground, but well-known doctor about this curse later on, who forced him to take the berserk state in order to closely study it and perhaps find a way to slow or cease the soul-rot completely. The doctor suggested a mildly unorthodox treatment for the affliction, at least until he could dredge up a cure, he suggested wearing a soul trap which then had a protraction weave attached to it, this way when of the malignant spirit released as a result of going berserk would be drawn to the soul trap, reducing the speed in which the soul would be corrupted by creating a sort-of pool (strainer, or possibly dream-catcher) for that soul. It would need to be purified when the gem reached a state of being “full” but it would definitely slow the process till then. RD had no choice, he didn’t want to become a liability to his allies or a shame to his family, he didn’t want to harm those he meant to protect, he didn’t want it to end so soon merely because his love for a good bout caused him to become rampant with bloodlust, pushing him far beyond his limits and therefore consuming the fuel which was his life-force. So he took the enchanted soul trap and continued seeking his path.

    The doctor he could only describe as “Good” advised him to ease off of fighting too much as berserking was known to react to high levels of adrenaline, which would only fill the soul-trap that much sooner, he also told him to be wary of fighting in more civilian areas, as his glowing red eyes were a dead giveaway to his sickness… “Wait. Red-Eyes?! Dammit…” RD hadn’t noticed it, but the doc must’ve when he sunk into that more primal state, guess it’s always good to have someone give you a second opinion. As a way of thanks RD used some of the blacksmithing he had picked up to craft the man a special Scalpel, its width was about that of a normal scalpel so it could cut in much the same way, but its length… that was about the size of an average man’s forearm! RD figured he could use it for self-defense or perhaps surgery on a larger body/creature, either way he was pleased with not only the item he had made but the “Good” Doctor’s overall care and disposition about RD’s state, he knew it was hard to find many doctors who’d actually attempt to treat a Zerker’ as those of less sensitive mind-sets called them.

    A little less than a year has passed and the corruption hasn’t spread much further, mostly due to RD’s persistence to keep the soul gem purified as much as he can. He knew avoiding fights was an impossibility, but he had found many ways to curb the rage, Music and a growing interest in weaponry of rare or exotic taste being two of them. He had made quite a name for himself since he had left Teyness all those years ago occasionally going back to see how his folks were doing and writing to them regularly, they had heard his name passed around by rumors and different guilds and groups. It was an overall good feeling.

    His restless spirit was starting to rile up again just as he heard of a strange group over in Recudor, much of the hustle and bustle from that city of merchants made its way easily to other parts of the continent, especially rumors; as he traveled from inn to inn, pub to pub, he had always made it a habit to listen in on other people’s conversations if he could help it. He had made note of a few, a doctor with a black fedora… Sounded like the man he had check into his illness not too long ago… A desperado who calls himself a Ronin… seemed like a man he had met during that “Straylight” run he did a while back… the beautiful “Silver Hand” who wields a strange projectile weapon… A survivor of the raids in the east… A prodigal clock maker who had a militant background… A mysterious teen who’s piercing red eyes were said to see into the world of the dead… a peculiar child who ran with them… “Heh, that’s far too many oddities in one place…” he chuckled to himself “…But maybe they can keep me entertained for a bit…” He decided following these rumors and seeking out this group could be pretty entertaining, honestly interested in what kind a mess he would get into this time.

    Appearance:



    RD stands at about 5’ 8”, he’s well-built due to spending much of his time fighting and training so he’s lean but a bit on the muscular side. His light brown hair is braided and tied back into a somewhat wild ponytail. On his head rests goggles which he sets over his eyes in events when it’s necessary such as when there is a lot of smoke or ash in the air. His eyes are naturally a bright hazelnut brown, but shift to a bright crimson when his berserk state comes into play. His face sports a checkmark shaped scar on its left side running from his cheek to his temples. His white pants are mildly baggy and have stylized purple and bluish-green lines running down the sides of them, the cuffs of which are stylized in a similar way. He wears a lightweight chest armor that’s a bluish-green, a harder version of this armor is used on his shoulders and forearms, it covers his shins and knees as well. On his left forearm, beneath the armor, is a glove which reaches from his hand and ends just before his elbow and is fingerless. His back supports a small hood coming from beneath his armor and a somewhat ragged and torn cape. His clothing suffers from mild damage here and there, so does his body, mild scars in numerous spots; results of constant fights and battles… He’s always said he needs to learn to dodge better.

    In addition to his “tools-of the-trade” he keeps a sack slung over his back full of various goods such as foods, drinks, a harmonica, salts for preserving catches, knives for general purposes such as cleaning, carving etc. a sleeping bag, mild first aid equipment and items to maintain/give mild repairs to his equipment.


    Traits:
    +Hard-Working
    +Skilled Fighter, with experience from many a battle
    +Usually pretty cheerful and active, gives off a “feel good” vibe
    +Good at collecting info (Inquisitive)
    +Makes a Damn good distraction
    +Wide knowledge of various weapons and armaments and how to repair them
    +Minor cooking ability
    +Can give First Aid if necessary
    +Tends to not get too emotional during combat due to military training

    +/- His fame/notoriety
    draw a lot of attention

    -Comes off as a bit arrogant
    -Finds magic as an “easy way out”, sees depending on it as somewhat weak
    -Staying in a fight too long has chances of activating his berserk side
    -Tries to keep people from getting too close (afraid he may hurt or attack them if he goes berserk)
    -Can be rather short/curt with people at times
    -Constant attacks and attempts on his life have left him mildly distrustful (takes everything said or done with a grain of salt)
    -His status as a berserker makes him a bit weak to spirit attacks
    -People sensitive to the dark spirit energy he permeates may avoid him
    -Not always the most peaceful of dreamers, will occasionally encounter the evil spirit that is attributed to his berserk side in his dreams
    -TERRIBLE at stealth, tends to let other do the infiltrating while he focuses all eyes on him


    Trivial:
    (Is a Big music buff. He is often found humming a tune, or tapping out beats.
    (Likes children, usually keeps a bit of candy or treats on him just for them, after all, candy is a cure-all. Unfortunately kids seem to be a bit more sensitive to the dark spirit energy the berserker strain gives off so some may avoid him due to an inexplicable and subtle fear.
    (As a mercenary he constantly has an eye/ear out for jobs to be done and money to be made, so he often has a decent amount of money on him.
    (Wakes up relatively early to train/work on his skills so he’ll often be the first one up.
    (Writes to his family every now and then, usually when he gets time at an inn.
    (Has a sweet tooth, really enjoys them. Usually asks bartender for “the sweetest stuff ya got”

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    Players~

    Sharpe - Friends, Trust: An old friend whom he met during operation "Straylight." Knows his skills in combat and tactics are up to snuff. Often calls him Point-Man, partially as a play on the man's name, but also because he's a natural-born leader, though Sharpe would likely deny that if asked.

    Doc - Friends, Concerned: The Doc is also an old friend of RD's and naturally he trusts him almost unconditionally, hell the man is currently the only one who knows that he's a Berserker, but he feels something is off, thought he can't quite place a feeling as to what exactly has changed about the Doc... Maybe it has something to do with the Fairy-Girl he seems so attached to?

    Jack - Acquaintance, Weary: RD remembers meeting this man, remembers doing some work for him. Jack seems to know his father pretty well. After learning a bit behind the reasoning for the man's paranoia, he understands him a bit more and is slowly warming up to him, but his ability to 'transform' unnerves Richard a bit, he can't help but be on guard around him.

    Airgetlam - Acquaintance, Ambivalent: She seems nice. But in her line of work he feels that's a bit surprising. He feels that she's legit about it, but his disbelief in meeting someone so genuine in their sincerity leaves him somewhat cautious around her. Needs more time to feel her out.

    Jian - Acquaintance, Concerned: Finds him to be more of a normal man caught up in abnormal circumstances. Still, after learning a bit more about his situation from recent events, RD feels that his first impressions of the man may have been a bit skewed.

    NPCs~

    Hitomi - Acquaintance, VERY Weary: She's(?) cute. Undeniably so. But that's not a concern, he's heard a bite from a fairy, of any form, can have strange effects, possibly deadly (he's not sure of the exact effects). So he feels being so "cute" might be a facade to make him complacent so he'd be easier to take out or infect. For now she seems complacent at least, that and the Doc seems to care about her, so if she needs protection he'll provide it if he can.

    Garbin Toshurta aka:"Tosh" - Potential Enemy, VERY Weary: A go-between for the The Crimson Claw of Na' Hog and the Recudor Underdogs, or at least that's what he calls himself. Richard respects the man and sees him as a pretty powerful man. Suspects he actually leads or heads a group of his own considering his control of certain areas and his apparent connections. Currently they oppose each other because of Jian's situation, on other terms, RD feels they could get along, but for now Tosh is definitely a man to be concerned with.



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    Re: Richard Deraunt

    Post by BlakeAviat on Thu Aug 07, 2014 4:05 pm

    I will say, I was skeptical at first, but as I read more and more into the character, I started seeing more how he's balanced, and definitely has a lot of charm. As well, some lore stuff was iffy but gradually things just got way clearer and more flexible. In fact he made me feel like I or my character was sitting in a bar having drinks with him and he just orders the most heavenly-tasting thing there! And I'd laugh at the thought, it just seems so fitting. I commend you on the design, I think Mister Durant will make a great addition to the RP.
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    Re: Richard Deraunt

    Post by Spiked Edge on Thu Aug 07, 2014 4:27 pm

    Why THANK YOU! An honest review is always appreciated! I'm surprised ya read the whole thing, it's lengthy as hell in my opinion  :P 
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    Re: Richard Deraunt

    Post by BlakeAviat on Thu Aug 07, 2014 6:25 pm

    I'm the kind of person that reads everything they can, and honestly his backstory is really well-written. It makes sense and you left stuff that was vaguely-discussed open for change and not contradicting. Welcome to the RP! ^^

    I should remark as well, your character really reminds me of Sano from Rurouni Kenshin, if he had something debilitating happen and if he matured.
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    Re: Richard Deraunt

    Post by Spiked Edge on Fri Aug 08, 2014 12:44 am

    Thanks!

    Yeah, i wanted him to be somewhat attached to other characters, but left it up to their own interpretation so he'd fit in smoothly.

    Sanosuke Sagara huh... I remember him from when i watched Rurouni Kenshin MANY years ago, admittedly i did like that character, then again I've always liked that sort of character so i'm glad you can see glimpses of him here, even though he wasn't who i had in mind when i allowed my fingers to dance upon the keys after reading the story.

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