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Sorry for my lack of posts lately. I've just... been struggling to get the energy to write something up. I'm trying some new meds through so hopefully that will change soon.
9 yrs ago
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Sorry for my lack of posts lately. I've just... been struggling to get the energy to write something up. I'm trying some new meds through so hopefully that will change soon.
Personality: Somewhat introverted naturally, Droka's photophobia has done much to shape his personality alongside his lifestyle. With sunlight itself little more then a source of terrible, sickening agony if he allowed it to make contact with his bare eyes, Droka unsurprisingly tended to favor indoor activities such as reading or playing board games. Naturally distrustful of sports that require one to be outside due to concerns about his sunglasses slipping, his almost complete avoidance of outside activity resulted in him not having many friends growing up and something of an easy target for bullies to insult and call him names...through it has to be said, few bullies have ever physically attacked him.
Cautious and cowardly by nature, Droka can often be the voice of reason for what friends he has... but when the chips are down he will stand up and back them even if it means risking his own well-being to do so. When it comes to stress and frustration Droka will do his best to keep it together during the situation itself but to his personal shame he is aware of the fact that when things start to get to much for him he is prone to becoming abrasive and hostile to those around him. That said, he tends to be surprisingly empathetic and can have insights into situations and people that others wouldn't even consider.
Bio: From the day he was born, doctors knew that something was wrong with young baby Droka. Originally the hope was that it was a minor birth defect that could be easily corrected and thus no longer be a concern, but as time passed they had to table the idea of curing the condition and instead work on how to allow the one born with it to live something of a normal life. Despite their efforts, doctors couldn't figure out exactly why Droka's eyes were the way they were and simply lacked the medical technology to fix them but as the years passed they were able to figure out the... for lack of a better word, 'rules' of Droka's condition and the extent of the effect it would physically have on him.
Having spent a great deal of his younger years visiting one medical expert or another, Droka was honestly just happy that the amount of visits he needed to make were reduced each year to the point where he just needed to get a check up every few months or so. Having developed a mild case of heliophobia due to the fact that sunlight was a major source of physical pain to him if he encountered it with his bare eyes, Droka tended to prefer being indoors whenever possible during the day, only really venturing outside whenever he needed to but preferring to do so during dusk when the sun wasn't anywhere nearly as bright or on cloudy and rainy days.
As he grew older and entered his teenage years, he rather naturally became something of a night owl. The darkness of night just... gave him a lot more options and offered him more comfort then the day ever could. While he's not allowed to go full nocturnal yet due to things like having to go to school, Droka awaits the day he'll leave school behind and can actually live a lifestyle more agreeable to him.
School is an ever present nightmare for Droka. Not only does it force him to be out under sun, but other children have often bullied him for most of his life. Actually being physically attacked was rare as... well, any bully that knocked his glasses off and triggered his condition tended to regret it due to how Droka would curl up on the ground screaming and whimpering in agony while his eyes sometimes leaked blood being nowhere near as funny as they hoped it would be, but tended to bring a ton of trouble down on their own heads via the adults and a degree of disgust from the other children for doing something so vile and horrible. Name calling and being ignored or avoided were somewhat common though.
What few friends Droka has he treasures dearly.
Appearance: Droka is never seen without one of two pairs of glasses. The first are a pair of normal reading glasses that he puts on whenever he's in a darkened or lightly lit area that doesn't mess with his eyes and thus bypassing his poor eyesight to allow him to read and focus on finer details. Whenever he has to go out into the sun or be in a brightly lit room, he'll instead wear a pair of proscription sunglasses that covers most of the upper part of his face to properly shield his eyes from making contact with light. Droka doesn't really have a noticeable iris, his pupils taking up most of his eyes from their near constant stay in darkness while the whites are almost red with bloodshot veins. It has long been a source of teasing and has been known to unnerve and frighten.
Due to his lifestyle, Droka is almost a stereotype of the 'shut in scholar' look. His brown hair is often cut short and then just left to its own devices until it grows long enough to be annoying again with no attention given to it beyond being washed once a day. His white skin is somewhat pale and has recently been an embarrassingly good display board for outbreaks of pimples. He was always somewhat tall and lanky, but a recent growth spurt has given him an almost scarecrow or skeleton like frame. As for clothing... he doesn't really have an attire he sticks with. A good pair of pants, a shirt and often a hooded jumper and he's good to go most of the time.
Weapon: (Everyone will be able to become a Keyblade Wielder when the plot gets rolling. So go ahead and leave this blank until then.)
Spells: (Similar to the Keyblade. You'll be learning these after the plot picks up, so feel free to leave this blank for now.)
Abilities: (Attacks like Strike Raid or Sonic Blade can go in here, in addition to more passive abilities. But like with spells, leave it blank for now.)
Personality: Somewhat introverted naturally, Droka's photophobia has done much to shape his personality alongside his lifestyle. With sunlight itself little more then a source of terrible, sickening agony if he allowed it to make contact with his bare eyes, Droka unsurprisingly tended to favor indoor activities such as reading or playing board games. Naturally distrustful of sports that require one to be outside due to concerns about his sunglasses slipping, his almost complete avoidance of outside activity resulted in him not having many friends growing up and something of an easy target for bullies to insult and call him names...through it has to be said, few bullies have ever physically attacked him.
Cautious and cowardly by nature, Droka can often be the voice of reason for what friends he has... but when the chips are down he will stand up and back them even if it means risking his own well-being to do so. When it comes to stress and frustration Droka will do his best to keep it together during the situation itself but to his personal shame he is aware of the fact that when things start to get to much for him he is prone to becoming abrasive and hostile to those around him. That said, he tends to be surprisingly empathetic and can have insights into situations and people that others wouldn't even consider.
Bio: From the day he was born, doctors knew that something was wrong with young baby Droka. Originally the hope was that it was a minor birth defect that could be easily corrected and thus no longer be a concern, but as time passed they had to table the idea of curing the condition and instead work on how to allow the one born with it to live something of a normal life. Despite their efforts, doctors couldn't figure out exactly why Droka's eyes were the way they were and simply lacked the medical technology to fix them but as the years passed they were able to figure out the... for lack of a better word, 'rules' of Droka's condition and the extent of the effect it would physically have on him.
Having spent a great deal of his younger years visiting one medical expert or another, Droka was honestly just happy that the amount of visits he needed to make were reduced each year to the point where he just needed to get a check up every few months or so. Having developed a mild case of heliophobia due to the fact that sunlight was a major source of physical pain to him if he encountered it with his bare eyes, Droka tended to prefer being indoors whenever possible during the day, only really venturing outside whenever he needed to but preferring to do so during dusk when the sun wasn't anywhere nearly as bright or on cloudy and rainy days.
As he grew older and entered his teenage years, he rather naturally became something of a night owl. The darkness of night just... gave him a lot more options and offered him more comfort then the day ever could. While he's not allowed to go full nocturnal yet due to things like having to go to school, Droka awaits the day he'll leave school behind and can actually live a lifestyle more agreeable to him.
School is an ever present nightmare for Droka. Not only does it force him to be out under sun, but other children have often bullied him for most of his life. Actually being physically attacked was rare as... well, any bully that knocked his glasses off and triggered his condition tended to regret it due to how Droka would curl up on the ground screaming and whimpering in agony while his eyes sometimes leaked blood being nowhere near as funny as they hoped it would be, but tended to bring a ton of trouble down on their own heads via the adults and a degree of disgust from the other children for doing something so vile and horrible. Name calling and being ignored or avoided were somewhat common though.
What few friends Droka has he treasures dearly.
Appearance: Droka is never seen without one of two pairs of glasses. The first are a pair of normal reading glasses that he puts on whenever he's in a darkened or lightly lit area that doesn't mess with his eyes and thus bypassing his poor eyesight to allow him to read and focus on finer details. Whenever he has to go out into the sun or be in a brightly lit room, he'll instead wear a pair of proscription sunglasses that covers most of the upper part of his face to properly shield his eyes from making contact with light. Droka doesn't really have a noticeable iris, his pupils taking up most of his eyes from their near constant stay in darkness while the whites are almost red with bloodshot veins. It has long been a source of teasing and has been known to unnerve and frighten.
Due to his lifestyle, Droka is almost a stereotype of the 'shut in scholar' look. His brown hair is often cut short and then just left to its own devices until it grows long enough to be annoying again with no attention given to it beyond being washed once a day. His white skin is somewhat pale and has recently been an embarrassingly good display board for outbreaks of pimples. He was always somewhat tall and lanky, but a recent growth spurt has given him an almost scarecrow or skeleton like frame. As for clothing... he doesn't really have an attire he sticks with. A good pair of pants, a shirt and often a hooded jumper and he's good to go most of the time.
Weapon: (Everyone will be able to become a Keyblade Wielder when the plot gets rolling. So go ahead and leave this blank until then.)
Spells: (Similar to the Keyblade. You'll be learning these after the plot picks up, so feel free to leave this blank for now.)
Abilities: (Attacks like Strike Raid or Sonic Blade can go in here, in addition to more passive abilities. But like with spells, leave it blank for now.)
This was somewhat noticeable, since he had been partway through a demonstration of a technique with his team of 'rookie' blacksmith of the Hammers of the Dragon and his students had noticed Old Man Hamarr suddenly stop talking and freeze in place. As Hamarr's head slowly started to turn so he gaze landed on what was to his students just a random piece of wall in silence, one of his prize pupils Hildaburg dared to speak up as she asked "Master Hamarr? Are you-" only for Hamarr to raise his hand to cut her off.
"I'm fine, but something big has just happened and I need to speak with Droka immediately." When Hamarr spoke it was with a... softness of tone that was generally only reserved for those students that were clearly trying and putting in effort but were just not quite getting the lesson. "I'm afraid we'll have to postpone this lesson. Go and take a break but... don't go too far. In fact, try and alert the other groups that I'll want to talk to them all shortly. You're all dismissed." Not once while he was talking did Hamarr look away from the spot on the wall that his gaze had been locked onto, even as he gently enforced his dismissal with a small wave of his hand.
While most of the students did as told and left the longhouse, if in a somewhat nervous and confused manner, Hildaburg remained with a look of worry but a bravery in her eyes that was hard not to respect. "Master, might I stay and hear the voice of Droka alongside you? I promise I won't speak..."
At last, Hamarr's gaze turned from the wall towards his student. For a second the old man looked like he was about to chastise the young woman for her question but... he paused for a moment as he looked her in the eyes. A moment of thought... before at last he shook his head. When his spoke his tone was still soft but there was a degree of affection to it; A teacher speaking one on one with a beloved student "Not this time. However, I can promise you that you will get to speak with the Craftsdragon directly before I depart from Scawick. Now run along Hildaburg."
With her boldness and bravery somewhat rewarded, even if she was disappointed that those rewards would come later, Hildaburg finally followed her peers out the door, leaving the Craftsman in private to talk to his master silently. "Droka, what just happened? I felt... something happen in the Westfold and I don't know what."
It took a moment for Droka to turn his gaze towards the Westfold and discover exactly what it was that had been detected by his Avatar, but once he had that information it was shared freely. The conversation about what to do about it lasted for a time... but as it drew to a close a grim expression settled on the Craftsman's features. Droka was focused on refining the details of his project down south and was content to leave how the matter was handled up to the Craftsman, even approving of the plan that he had suggested... but for the first and hopefully final time, Droka had growled in anger at him.
"Never make a promise on my behalf without speaking to me first ever again! The one you've made is a small thing and I'm happy to follow through with it, but do it again and there will by consequences."
When Hamarr had thrown open his door to invite all the students who either could attend or had been found and informed of the meeting, he did so with a dark expression on his face. The somberness of their teacher resulted in the various members of the Hammers to find spots to sit or stand and listen relatively quickly and in near silence. The tension in the air betrayed their thoughts; They knew something had happened and if it was concerning Hamarr this much, it was something big and nasty.
It was only once the last person had found their place that Hamarr addressed them. "Earlier today, two men from Scawick performed an utterly horrific act in the name of revenge against Ha-Dûna and a woman named Hilda 'the Leoness' of Clan Ur-Gaard. Having bargained with a vile witch, they abducted Hilda's child and ritually sacrificed him in order to summon a destructive demonic entity into the world, using Hilda as a host to anchor it to this plane."
If Hamarr had let the crowd murmur and speak they likely would have, but he didn't as he continued "Regardless of your views and opinions of Ha-Dûna or of Hilda 'the Leoness', the thing that your countrymen have summoned into this world that wears her flesh is a bloodthirsty, rampaging beast of tremendous power that is almost unkillable by mortal means. If left to its own devices, it will rage across the Westfold for decades, if not generations before it runs out of life energy to sustain itself and the killing finally comes to an end. Scawick will not be spared from the slaughter that is to come, for a creature that was created only to suffer will inflict suffering upon the world blindly in turn."
"I have spoken with Droka... and he has decided to offer you the chance to spare your homes and families the grim fate that your kin have invited upon this land. This demon was called into the world with the spilling of innocent blood; The guilty blood of the two Scawick men who shed it is the key to its undoing. Any weapon infused with the blood of the two men will be able to bypass the demons defenses, fully able to injury and kill the host body and banish the demon from the world. Droka has desires for you to be the ones to deal with this threat. If you are able to do so, he will offer a divine boon to those men and women who cast it back into the darkness from once it came."
For a few moments there was a stunned silence... then a small wave of murmuring as people began to discuss among themselves what they had just heard. The murmuring ceased as a young woman stood up, a look of icy rage in her eyes. "Who did this?" Hildaburg asked with a restrained passion.
Hamarr looked... resigned as he answered "Droka did not deem them worthy of having their names spoken, but they are two men who have been away from Scawick for some time and whom will soon be returning together. You will be able to recognize them for what they are and what they have done because they will both only have nine fingers on their hands, the tenth being sacrificed in order to seal their dark pact with the witch."
"Where is this magical bitch?" Hildaburg snapped in anger, clenching her hands into fists as she tried to restrain her fury. Her master shaking his head at her request confused her.
"The witch has fled back to her lair now that the deed is done. She will remain there until another fool disturbs her forest home. She is far away, well protected and truthfully too powerful at this time for any of you to have a hope of success at even harming her, even if you were given a weapon that could do the deed. Her time will come, but not today Hildaburg. Focus your rage towards undoing the demon that her vile magics have brought forth instead." Hamarr explained truthfully.
For a moment he seemed.. conflicted by something before he rallied and continued "Droka will also offer a second boon to anyone brave enough to perform a task he deemed suited for a true champion of the Craftsdragon. However, he will only revel what this second quest will be to those who slay the demon infested Hilda. Before you all ask, he did not tell me what it was. There is only one way to find out. Any further questions?"
The Craftsman detects the summoning of a demon in Ha-Dûna during a lesson, but is unaware of what exactly he is detecting. Ending the lesson early to talk with Droka, his prized student Hildaburg requested being apart of the conversation with the deity, promising to be quiet. While her request is turned down, her boldness prompted the Craftsman to promise that Droka would speak with her at a later date, much to the annoyance of Droka for having a promise being made on his behalf. Droka then informs the Craftsman of what happened in Ha-Dûna, alongside making it clear never to make promises on his behalf again without talking to him first or there would be consequences.
Summoning the member of the Hammers of the Dragon, the Craftsman informs them of some of what happened in Ha-Dûna and the actions of two men from Scawick that caused it. He also stressed that Droka wants his followers to be the ones to take down the demonic Hilda and informs them that weapons infused with the blood of the two guilty men who sacrificed an innocent child to summon the demon in the first place are able to hurt and kill the physical host body, banishing the demon back to the dark pit that spawned it. The witch involved in the scheme has returned home, no longer a factor in events to play out and thus isn't their concern for the time being.
In return for slaying the demon, Droka has offered the slayers a boon, alongside the chance to earn a second boon for a task they will be informed about by him personally after the demon is dealt with.
When asked who the two men who summoned the demon were, the Craftsman couldn't give names but offered a description of them; Namely that there are two of them, they have been away from Scawick for a long time but will be returning together and that they both have only nine fingers.
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As much as Draco would have liked to make a witty response, he paused his exit of the building to look at the hunter that was talking about questioning the men. The look on his face matched his words and the tone of his voice perfectly as he responded "What happens to those men isn't my concern, but I would prefer you save it until after I've gotten as many innocent people as possible out of the way first."