Name: Darrian
Age: 26
Race: Human
Country of Birth: Geworia
Country of Origin: Orclands
Appearance:
(Just minus the long nails.)
Bio: For all he could remember ever since he was ten years old, was his parents handing him over to a group of bandits in order to save their own hides, yet they took him and killed his parents anyway. He wasn't sure what they expected, who in their right mind would ever trust a bandit? Yet he didn't feel sad about their deaths, he only felt that they got what they deserved. So Darrian ended up becoming nothing more than a simple tool for them, as they would use him pretending he was a hostage as they would milk towns of their hard earned money. Yet as he got older and older, that little plan would hardly work anymore, as the villages would never believe a man like Darrian would get caught so easily by petty bandits, so they had no choice and taught him the basics of wielding a weapon, however he had no plan to use their own fighting styles as it was like watching children fling around something dangerous.
Darrian continued helping the bandits with their raids as he grew older and more mature. When he was around twenty three years old, he decided he helped out these scum long enough, and during one night when he was on lookout duty, was when he decided to kill all of them in their sleep and for the most part it went of well, however the leader of the group was still awake and lashed at Darrian for killing all his men. Even though his form was sloppy, he did manage to give Darrian a cut under his left eye, before falling to Darrian's own blade that he acquired during one of the raids. Darrian then left the camp full of dead bodies, leaving them for the animals to scamper away with. Darrian then practiced with his weapon for a couple of years, not liking the results from when he killed his once captors, he thought that being hit even once by one of those animals was a sign he was far from strong. So he lived in the woods for the time being, as he hunted the animals and killed the few bandits that tried to rob him.
One day he started to hear these rumors about this place called the Well of Wishes, that grant any wish that the person who reach it may have, and this was exactly what Darrian was waiting for. Why wait years to get stronger when he could simply become stronger than everyone and make them all bow before him with a simple wish? He had no intention of using such a thing for anyone else, he gave up trusting everyone when he was a child. So Darrian wasted no time in setting off on boat towards the land of Lemea, in hopes to find this rumored place.
Personality: While he gives off a positive and happy look and acts friendly towards people he never meet before. However he truly cares nothing for friendships or anything of the sort, what he desires is power and if he has to use or manipulate people to do so, then he is all for making people think he is their friend or whatever they wish to call him. However despite what he hides from people, he does appreciate humor, and usually has an easier time talking to those that he finds funny. Darrian personally has this obsession for organizing and tends to get annoyed when people just toss things randomly
Combat Skills: Darrian is quite skilled with a sword, enough to were he could easily fend off an attack.
He does know some Martial arts, though they aren't the best.
His stamina is higher than most, due to training with heavy equipment.
Adventuring & Survival Skills:
He is quite good at navigation, so he rarely gets lost.
He is decent enough enough at hunting, enough to survive anyway.
Other Skills: N/A
Reason for traveling: Wishes to make it to the "Well of Wishes" to achieve enough power to rule over everyone, so that none may oppose him.
Other: He has interest in tactics, so he tends to plan things out before jumping right in.
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