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By Mastin
Intro:
“Hello! I am Darax Darix Derex…yea, that’s my full name…I want to kill my father for his lack of creativity, but you can call me any of those. But since Darax is my first name, of course that is what I’d prefer you to call me. I, as a young child, was what you might call a…spoiled little brat. I’d rather not go into details, but I shall tell you how that changed. I, at the time, was only 15, and had grown to be a slightly less…annoying man. Of course, I was still trouble, and growing up in a somewhat noble house, I had plenty of opportunities to cause it! The first thing that changed about me is how unusual my injuries were…or rather, the lack of them.
Since birth, I have always had an unusual ability…my wounds would heal at an abnormal, not humanly possible speed. In the world of Lore, this is nothing but a fluke; some humans have superhuman abilities, especially those training in magic. However, I would later discover the truth when I was sparring with my brand new red katana, embedded with the symbol of my noble family, the Chimera. My partner had been a life-long friend, a half-vampire my age named Clyde. He, in all aspects, is a vampire, with two exceptions…he has discontinued the practices, but he occasionally took basks in the sunlight, and enjoyed feasts of garlic. His pale skin, red eyes, and black hair, however, show who he, at heart, is. His thirst is that of a vampire, but wouldn’t you know? We live in a mansion; it is not hard to find donations from willing servants. It’s not like it kills them to give a couple drops or anything.
Anyway, he was a good friend—and still is—but he was also my fencing trainer. Being in a noble house, I had already mastered the bow, perfected the art of magic, and become quite an expert at hand to hand combat. Today, I was not to train my arts at sword and shield, as I was confident my skills there would be no higher, but in two handed sword on sword action. Clyde was more of a threat, considering to this very day, his speed, strength, and dexterity far outmatch my own. So it was not a shock when he accidentally cut me…only this cut was supposed to be a lethal kind. He had accidentally slit both of my wrists, and they bleed at twice the rate of a normal human. But after a few seconds, the wounds had healed. I had felt nothing, even though I had loss more blood than a normal human has in their whole body. My gift could not be ignored, and Clyde had panicked “We need to get you to a hospital!” Of course, he was technically under my command, so I simply told him “No, as who knows what this gift could do? I might harm others, or maybe they’ll lock me up forever. Cover up this scene by having a little bit of a feast.”
Reluctantly, he agreed, and we set off after gathering our supplies…my bow, my staff, my longsword, my shield, and of course, my katana. I decided that I’d find what kind of gift I had, and Clyde decided that it would be best if I went alone. “You know, I’m only half vampire, but if I spent some time amongst ‘purebloods’, I think I too would become more powerful.” We would not see each other again until we both had become more powerful, and we had left our home behind for the promise of adventure. I soon found out that there were others like me…the Blood Masters. I seriously doubt all who find this are members, and the names of the leaders are almost all secret, but I can tell you this…it is run by six members—the leader called Divx—who each have their own style. Divx’s style is pure longsword; the other five become more unique as they go along…one of his lieutenants uses a longsword and shield, while the other uses a yellow staff with one slightly sharp end. Then there are the other three…one uses a drill, another a magical giant nail, and the last uses some sort of weapon that he calls a ‘combination of a spear, sword, staff, gun, and other things that are top secret’. Quite an odd group, but it did not take me long to discover that they are, while small, some of the most powerful, no, THE most powerful, mages around. ‘Red Mages’ are the names given to the greatest members of the order, as when I joined, only the six had that title.
I rose quickly in the ranks. I was born to be a member of this order, and nothing could stop me from growing. I had my staff modified to be closer to that of the second style, but kept my family insignia on there. My longsword kept its place with my shield, after both were modified; they were both painted red. But they kept that famous insignia on them. And they were unique in their own ways…the shield, unlike the round shields of the order, was that of a noble, and yet had been changed to weigh less than a standard wooden shield. The longsword had a single silver spike added at the bottom for puncturing into my own body, as a way to access my full power. In addition, if I chose to do so, I can force the Longsword to rotate in sections at speeds too high to describe…I won’t lie to you, and I admit that it was inspired by style four. I also learned to use a small nail, though not as useful as that of style five. Mostly, I use it to puncture my finger for my own style. I had mastered every style, but I still was not satisfied, so I continued my growth rate, fighting our evil ‘black blood brothers’. They were formerly members, hundreds of years ago, when they were killed, then reanimated as something similar to undead. But still, despite the threat of ‘corrupt’ blood masters, my power was not limited. I became so powerful, I invented my own style.
The style uses fists as the primary weapon, though uses everything. I, myself, use my katana more than anything else, but I also use the other equipment I’m blessed with. My secondary weapon, and also secondary weapon of my style (which, by the way, has about 50 users), is my bow, also completely redesigned by me. It now has a rather odd appearance.
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Now, I hate making such primitive sketches, but there is no other way to describe it. If I tried using words, I would end up speechless, as I could only tell you that it is red, and still bears my insignia. After the bow, for me comes fists, for my style comes the katana. Shortly after, there is the drilling (only in emergencies is the drill to be used) longsword and noble shield style. I still have that blue outline on my shield, along with an even thinner yellow trimming, but the followers of my style use all red for their shield. Now, after that I use my staff. It’s not like it’s my weakest style, if anything, it is one of my strongest. But occasionally, I do mix things up a bit, so sometimes, I use my staff as my first. It makes a rather nice walking stick, so if I’m tired or lazy, I’ll use it, and in battle, not bother to switch.
But in the end it does not matter what style, or what weapon you use. My only goal, now at my age of 21, is to become the seventh member of the council. I earned the title ‘Red Mage’ a while ago, and I certainly have enough followers, but I first have to prove myself. This brings us ever so close to today, when I am writing this. I was assigned to go investigate a certain rumor in Darkovia about the return of The Drakes, consisting not of dragons, but of mutant lycanthropes and vampires. Safiria decided to help by sending one of her star now-generals, also one of her supposed best. I, in turn, find out it is my good old friend Clyde, now called Clyde Pure Silverfang. Apparently, he earned his reputation through peace, only killing when necessary, but also from killing any who opposed him inside the vampire order. Mostly comprised of those discriminating at his blood, Clyde’s adversaries could not help but to learn quickly that he is more of a vampire than they. I write this just a few days after our departure, and this shall arrive in safe hands within a few days. With luck, by the end of the week, my name will go down in history.”
< Message edited by mastin2 -- 7/10/2008 3:39:23 >
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