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“All causes shall give way: I am in blood/Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more/ Returning were as tedious as go o'er.” [i]Macbeth [/i]3.4.136-9

Gaze into the sudden realization upon his eyes. Find the guilt of the slaughter and act of carnage absolute gripping his conscience.  The warrior knew it was wrong, but the blood upon his lips called to him. The reddest wine flowed as it dripped down his cheek and chin, calling out to him for more. Witness the birth of Bloodlust.
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Name:  Dyleon of the Crimson Lance. 

Also known as: The Bloody Butcher, Redwulf, The Exile

Full (real) Name: Dyleon Flannigan

Age: 37

Appearance(s): 

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Personality: Pugnacious and Vicious, animalistic even, Dyleon is considered barbaric and brutal by society. Perhaps this is partly due to his feral-esque werewolf form in which he tears others apart with tooth and nail, ripping limbs off and gorging upon the still living victims earning him his noms-de- guerre. On the battlefield he impales and eviscerates with gory and yet artistic precision. His enemies find his methods of combat disturbingly poetic, beautiful in his human form with his calm and collected appearance betraying the madness of a murderer. 

While it is true few have survived long enough to hear him speak his thoughts, Dyleon is a soul so steeped in blood that he believes nothing can regain his lost honor. Thus in acceptance of his fall from Heaven’s grace, does he embrace the carnage and wades through rivers of blood as entire villages are slaughtered in the name of his Goddess. His devotion to her is absolute, giving everything for her and to her, killing in her name so that his life has purpose and meaning beyond the sea of blood left in his wake. This fanatical devotion is what makes him driven, consumed by an unquenchable thirst for blood and battle for his Goddess. Dyleon has given her everything: body, mind and soul. No mortal chains could bind him, no mortal reasoning could persuade him not to kill. Only his Goddess commands him, all others must bleed.

Alignment: Formerly Hal-Reftar. Now Sekaulla.

Morality: There is good and evil, but such concepts are laughable. There is only Honor and it is found in Blood, there is only Devotion and it is found in Sekaulla. Her voice is your beating heart, her form flows through your body. There is a beauty in a bloodbath, and the true artists are the warriors who with their weapons of war paint life and death. 

Likes: Blood, bloodshed, conflict, combat, strife, warfare, battle, disembowelment, impalement, dismemberment, bifurcation, gore, decapitation, and exsanguination.

Dislikes: Weakness, cowardice, impotence.

Secrets: His still-beating heart has been torn out from his chest and surrendered to Sekaulla. Thus without a heart of his own, he requires the fresh blood of others to survive. An infusion of blood to replace his own every few hours. A test of true devotion to his Goddess as he sees it, although it does make him an excellent tool for her.

Companion: 

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A loyal Companion and ferocious ally, Dyleon’s mount and pack mate, Dearg is a dire wolf whom he had found a kindred spirit with. A being who had accepted his thirst for blood and joined him in the hunt, Dearg is the only mortal he could call friend. For Dearg is his link to his Goddess. Dyleon believes Sekaulla speaks through Dearg, and whether this is completely accurate or not, the man sees his wolf as an extension of her. Thus he is fiercely protective of Dearg who, is fiercely protective of him.
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Other: While he has earned his gruesome reputation by killing hundreds with his bare hands whether as a human or werewolf, Dyleon is a practitioner of Blood Magic. He may increase his own physical abilities by channeling the blood to serve him, as he absorbs the blood of others by his skin and would seem to sweat blood from his skin in the heat of battle. Old blood is removed while a fresh infusion is drawn from the fallen or wounded. Wounds from his spear are said to never fully heal as the blood cannot clot while being drawn into Dyleon, and that the spear itself drinks the blood from the wounds it makes, for this reason it is called the Lancet.

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