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In Something Beyond The Abyss, a Lovecraftian Horror RP. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
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In MOCKZ: Character Sheet Repository. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Character Sheets
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In Whispers of Hope- Fire in the Night (Accepting Applications) → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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.

In Fairy Tail: We Are Family → 7 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
will make a sheet in the morning

been busy lately
In Fairy Tail: We Are Family → 7 yrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
Oh hey, i got here from the int check
In Whispers of Hope- Fire in the Night (Accepting Applications) → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Daveon Axebane


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

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.

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.
In Whispers of Hope- Fire in the Night (Accepting Applications) → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Daveon Axebane


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

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.

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.
In Whispers of Hope- Fire in the Night (Accepting Applications) → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Daveon Axebane


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

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.

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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