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Durus

Age: 84

Nature: There isn't much to him besides his determination to find a way out of his curse and battle. While he loves to fight he does not actively seek it, being somewhat of a martial pacifist As being little more than a sentient suit of armor Durus doesn't have many of the vices that plague man.

Personality: Durus changes little outside of battle. He is still quiet, stern, and grim but it is subdued by a calming sense of serenity. Durus has lost much to the armor that now claims his soul but it will not take his determination, as such there is very little he cannot accomplish once he puts his heart into it. Being a quiet man, Durus has little need for lies and can be counted on as a man of his word. However many are put off by his blunt personality, its not really his fault though. The armor has consumed much of his social skills and as a result he is a cripple socially.

Job: Former Knight of the Black Iron, now he is a wandering warrior.

Small biography: Durus was once a proud knight to a powerful order, but he doesn't remember that anymore, the armor has consumed most of those memories. Now they come in flashes, dreams almost. Ever since he has begun to lose himself to the armor Durus has dedicated himself to finding a way to take off the armor and finally die, hopefully as himself instead of whatever he is becoming. It is a quest that has taken many, many decades.

Physical Strength: The armor has boosted Durus' already incredible strength to unimaginable heights, now being able to easily crush a mans head in his hands and wield the great sword that has become iconic to his character. Strength isn't the only thing that has been increased however, due to the armor he now has almost limitless stamina. However these come with a price. Whenever his strength and stamina reach super human levels the armor starts to feed off his soul, loosing parts of him in the process. If he were to keep this up he will eventually become nothing but a mindless husk, forever seeking battle.

Magical Strength: While not magically gifted himself, the cursed armor he wears gives Durus several abilities. The first is a set that takes away the need for air, sleep, food, and drink. While the armor has above average durability, it can still break. These breaks can be fixed by the absorption and conversion of other metals, the "wounds" will heal about as fast as a normal humans would if not a little faster. Next he is highly resistant to attacks of a purely magical origin, like magic missile, but ice magic will slow him down and fire will melt his armor if prolonged exposure is retained. Lastly he is for all intents and purposes, immortal. Should the armor be reduced to a slag it may take several decades to resemble himself, but it will happen. Most likely losing his humanity in the process. It would take a great mage to separate his soul from the armor and only that will set him free.

Speed: Faster than a man in of his size and armor type should be but still much slower than an unhindered man

Luck: Neutral luck, never particularly lucky or unlucky.

Motivation: Trying to lift the curse off the armor, finally allowing himself to die and be free.

As I finished my reverie among my creations, lamenting their deaths but also rejoicing in the beauty left in their wake. Curious on the whereabouts of my siblings I look and pleasantly find that many of them have fallowed in my footsteps in creation. They all seemed to be focusing on the little sphere from earlier, it seems to have gotten...greener. With new found curiosity I swept down onto the earth and watched as things from all around covered the ground, not only tall immobile protrusions of life but also animate creatures that moved through the land, a little lost it seemed to him.

With a tendril perceivable to the creatures, I touched their heads and bestowed upon them a gift. I didn't know what it was, but soon after smaller versions of the creatures showed up and they marveled at the land around them. Much like I had when I first made the stars. However these creatures were simple, they could not fully comprehend the majesty of their surroundings. It troubled me slightly, there had to be a way for others to enjoy this new land.

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