User:Divayth/Divayth DawnFang
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| Divayth | |
|---|---|
| The Shades of DarkSpyre | |
| World: | Evernight |
| Vocation: | Armourer |
| Class: | Captain |
| Race: | Man |
| Region: | The West |
| Age: | 40 |
| Height: | 6 foot exactly |
| Sex: | Male (As male as Spyrians go) |
| Skin: | Strangely tanned for a Man of the west. |
| Hair: | Fair haired, never grows. Dark brown. |
| Eye: | Deep blue, like all Spyrians |
Description
Physical Description:
Not the youngest person you've ever seen, he looks like he carries the weight of the world upon his shoulders, and then some. His chest is broad, his muscles large, his eyes sharp, his aim true.
Personality Description:
Divayth is the bringer of justice to the enemies of the light. Former ruler of DarkSpyre until Damosane arrived to liberate the people. He has a racial hate of all things Orc-kind.
Bio
Name: Divayth
Surname: DarkSpyre
Psuedonym: Divayth DawnFang
Age: 40 of body, 256 of soul, kept alive by the Spyrian blood mixed with the amazing bodily strength of the Westernesse.
D.O.B. 30th September, date of creation.
My story.
If you have lived to find this record, it is too late, too late to save all of us.
Only when the Shades fall, will this record be found. And since you are reading it, it has happened.
Indorus has come.
I am Divayth DarkSpyre. This, is my story.
A voice calls to me, a voice like the chorus of a thousand angels.
"Awaken, Spyre-born"
I open my eyes, the light almost blinds me, I see vague shapes which soon become clear. Her captivating beauty is all I can think about. For looking at me, is an Elf, the fairest maiden to exist by the looks of it.
"Good, you're awake"
I try to speak, but all that comes out is a dry, rasping noise.
"Don't try to communicate for a few hours, your body is still recovering from... well... you'll find out later"
I can't make heads not tail of what she's talking about. Then. It hits me like a tonne of bricks.
I remember DarkSpyre. <to be continued>
Friends and Enemies
Friends:
Rildur
Hagir
Damosane
Cyrus
Idrail
Brianah
Amethyst (Deceased)
The Shades
The Karnax clan
Enemies:
Demons
Orc-kind
Evil in all its forms
Indorus Neverine, the Deveiver