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Character Name: Darius Meryn
Character Age: 25
Character Gender: Male
Race: Human
Sub-Race: Maonian
Class: Warrior
Equipment: Darius, when not in battle, wears a cotton orange robe that he loosely ties with a red linen cloth, showing his hairy chest under the apparel The robe itself is decorated with wavy patterns that are colored red on the collar, arm sleeves and the bottom seams that hangs from the back. Over the robes, he wears black pants made of cotton that reaches his ankles that has golden-leaf decorations on his left thigh that reaches his knee. His boots, made of fine brown leather, cover his shin and is the only part of his apparel the securely fits onto him.
Darius doesn't always wear his robe. When on an adventure, or when in a fight, Darius wears a light, brown leather vest with a metal disc in the middle of his chest. His whole arm is bear except for leather gauntlets, which feature steel knuckles. He keeps his pants and boots, and will also reuse the red linen cloth to tie the scabbards of his weapons onto his waist.
Darius, in battle, will carry two scimitars on the sides of him. However, he never leaves his trusty knife behind, which also features a curved blade and a wicked edge. Made of exotic steel, his scimitars and knife form a natural wavy pattern across the blade. All his weapons have curved handles, and his scimitars are about as long as his legs.
Appearance: Darius is a tan, handsome, man with reddish brown eyes as warm as chocolate, but also hot as fire, and hungry for reward. He has a lithe, athletic build and a hairy body, though not so that you can't see the colors of his skin. He has brown, shoulder-length hair that is unkempt and oily, and a scruffy 5 o'clock shadow of the same shade of brown. Darius is also a rather tall person, standing 5'10" and weighing 155 lbs. His skin is a light brown tan, baked by the sun to perfection
Personality: Darius is only aimed for gold and wealth. An independent figure, Darius will only take orders from those who are able to pay him well enough. In fact, he is never a likable person to begin with. Sarcastic, arrogant, cruel and merciless, Darius is known to make many enemies. However, despite his hunger for coin, he still has a code of honor. One of his more noble side is his sense of loyalty, never turning his back on a client when their enemy offer to outpay him. His charming attitude matches well with his appearance, making him quite the manipulator.
Bio: Born as a poor sailor's son in Maoni, Darius didn't have much to start his life with, only his knowledge of the sea, which wasn't very impressive either. Instead, he enjoyed playing stick fights with his young friends. It was well known among his town that he is a born fighter.
It wasn't until a hurricane struck his house down when his life changed. Now homeless, his parents abandoned him young in the forest. Fortunately, fate decided the boy's life wasn't to end, and a blind swordsman known as Beli found the boy and raised him as his own. Beli taught Darius the art of swordsmanship without sight. Darius, the born fighter, was shown to be easily angered at first, but eventually absorbed Beli's wisdom and performed the art of swordsmanship in exceptional skill. However, despite Beli's teachings, Darius's hunger for gold never washed away. In fact, as Beli hid the distraction of gold, Darius's hunger grew stronger and stronger, and eventually, after eighteen years of sword training, Darius ran from Beli and decided to become a sellsword.
Darius's life until then was very blurry after that. All we know is that now he is rich in gold, but his hunger for it is unchanged.
Strengths: Darius is a ferocious swordsman, capable of single or dual bladed combat. His attacks are lightning quick and fierce as fire, but each stroke flows like water. Mixing evasive maneuvers with Beli's teachings, Darius is a tornado that cuts through enemies like the wind itself.
Weaknesses: Darius can be easily manipulated by gold, so long as he isn't signed with another contract. His magic isn't the best, either.
Other 1: He is a drinker, and enjoys the company of harlots.
Roleplay Example:
The company of the exciting harlot thrills Darius. With mead in one hand (though he much rather prefers a good glass of wine), and a sack of gold in the other, Darius partied like there was no tomorrow. Considering his occupation, there might as well not be.
It wasn't long until an Elrian barged through the door of his tavern. The Elrian carried shiny, steel plated armor, a signal for potential gold. Darius noted this, and watched as the Elrians roared with excitement.
"Five mugs, lad. I'll be going off on an adventure to Zidain the next morning and I expect to knock myself out before I do." He bellowed, followed by loud, jolly laughter. Darius watched as the tavern keeper serves the drinks.
"Zidain is a fine place." Darius smiled at the Elrian, which the Elrian didn't return. "Plenty of people that will hire sellswords like myself. It's a fun city nonetheless."
The Elrian grunted with curt agreement.
"I bet a man like you can work with another person. Someone to do errands, someone to watch their back while they sleep." Darius continued to try to get the Elrian to pay him.
The Elrian only laughs. "Mercenaries? You expect me to trust mercenaries? Next thing I know, I'll find my gold stash half gone and a dagger on my back!"
"Darius Meryn is no thief." Darius continues coolly. "Mercenaries have their own code of honor, mine being the importance of loyalty. In my honor, I will have no other person outpay me to abandon my service of you."
The Elrian spits on Darius's shoes. "Like you have any honor to begin with.
Darius, with a look of disappointment and stored anger, stoked his harlot across the back.
It wasn't only moments later, when a shady figure walks in, when a conversation is rekindled between Darius and the Elrian.
Darius, unlike everyone else, doesn't seem to notice when the thief stabbed the Elrian in the thigh and held the tavern keeper at knifepoint. At a moment's notice, the thief finds himself out with almost all the money the tavern keepers have.
Darius continues to sip his mead.
"The hell are you doing, Maonian?" Elrian screamed at him with rageand pain. "Go after him!"
Darius looks at his hands with mock confusion. "I'm sorry, I don't see enough gold for me to care."
Elrian, pondering whether to pay him or not, finally answers "I'll pay you after you-"
"Pay now, not later" Darius interrupted.
Red with anger, the Elrian instructed Darius to grab a coin sack from the Elrian's pack. Truthful to his payment, Darius takes one coin sack.
With a smile, Darius dismisses himself. "The thief will find himself tied up on the back of the horse within morning."
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