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Ten Thousand Club
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¤Name¤
Darius H. Ulman
¤Age¤
Unknown
¤Race¤
Human
¤Gender¤
Male
¤Appearance Notes¤
Aside from what is plainly visible, Darius' appearance consists of several runes that remain hidden beneath his clothing. As to what these symbols signify or how they were placed there is an unknown. At the moment, they seem to serve no purpose and are possibly only for the sake of appearances. Of course, this is only speculation at this point in time.
In addition to the runes, Darius' flesh is littered with scars. While they may not appear to be very prominent when looking at his cloaked figure, it is hard to find an unmarked spot on the canvas that is his skin. The healed wounds, as well as what seem to be burn marks, are mostly located around the middle sections of his back and the lower end of his chest. Just like the previously mentioned runes, there origin is unknown, but the pain they cause assures him that they are very real.
¤Height¤
5'9"
¤Weight¤
125 lbs
¤Personality¤
With his lack of any true memories, Darius is somewhat of a blank slate. He has no absolute opinion of certain things and lacks an overall personal outlook of the world. However, this is not to say that be is emotionless. The feelings he possesses are just the same as those of any other, but they have yet to be finely directed.
Darius is a curious person and becomes fixated whenever presented with something he doesn't understand. While he isn't necessarily driven to discover everything that he possibly can, he will certainly latch onto something that peek his interest. With his current sate of amnesia, there is a lot he has to learn and he does not hesitate to recapture the knowledge he has once lost.
With his questioning of commonly known facts and other topics, most would come to the conclusion that Darius is a fool that cannot understand even the simplest of things. While such an assumption may be understandable, it is far from correct. While he may have lost his memories regarding his own life and certain aspects of society, he still retains knowledge of other things. In other words, he was not robbed of everything.
While there isn't much that he can remember, what he does can definitely be seen as useful. Knowledge of things such as mathematics or the names of plants and animals have stuck with him, leaving him with enough to somewhat fit in. These few memories he has are not simply that of the average person, but rather to a higher level. Simply, he possesses a high intellect, but lacks the information that is usually associated with it.
Another misconception about Darius would be that he is naive with his lack of understanding about the world. In actuality, he possesses keen senses that warn him of oncoming danger and suspicious characters. While he may not fully understand these feelings that he gets, he does well to follow the alarms that go off inside his head.
Darius does not often involve himself with situations that do not concern him and keeps to himself in most situations. With this attitude, he can be seen as a bland and overall boring person. For once, such an opinion is not untrue. Darius often carries himself in silence unless spoken to and lacks any identifiable tone in the rare moments he responds to someone else. His face, like his mind, is often blank and empty. He may have been a different person in the past he cannot remember, but losing those memories had a lasting effect that left him little more than an empty space, changing his overall personality into why is seen today.
With this personality of his, it is not uncommon for certain people to take his behavior as disrespect. In these times, those that feel disrespected often end up displaying their feelings with action. As a result, Darius has found himself in many brawls over the duration of his travels. However, these fights have have been of little consequence, as they never last very long. Unexpectedly, he is a gifted combatant.
While his mind cannot remember anything, his body is another story. Whenever he is thrust into the heat of battle, his instincts take over and it takes little time before those that initiated the conflict come to regret their decision. His fighting style is a mixture of quick movements and powerful strikes, making it difficult for anyone that finds themselves exchanging fists with him.
While it can be said that Darius is a natural fighter, such a description is merely sugarcoating the truth. His skills go far beyond that of a simple fist fight or disagreement and tread into more dark territories. Darius is a born killer.
While drunken customers in taverns or petty thieves usually make it out of their scuffle with little more than a concussion, the same cannot be said for those that pose actual threats to Darius' life. In any situation where a hostile is deemed as deadly or if they pose any harm to his wellbeing, they are met with a swift, yet gruesome death. In the midst of battle, he is absorbed into a trance where the only goal in mind is to kill the enemy and nothing else, his body taking over completely. He does not hesitate in his actions and only ceases his assault once the threat is eliminated.
In the aftermath, Darius has no qualms about what he has done. He does not like to kill, but he also does not dislike the act. He has no opinion towards the taking of life and had little moral debates about doing so. He lacks the understanding that it can be considered a heinous act and has never once questioned it. He simply does so upon being attacked, not actively seeking the opportunity to spill blood. However, while he may not have any feelings towards what he does, a bitter taste is always left in his mouth when the deed is done, something he has yet to comprehend and actively questions.
¤Likes & Dislikes¤
[Likes]
-Certain Animals
-Reading
-Discovery
-Observing the environment
[Dislikes]
-Being attacked
¤History¤
Everyone has a history, whether they be on their deathbed or freshly born from the womb. This is fact and cannot be changed, every passing second accumulating into the memories of life. However, not all memories remain forever. In the case of Darius H. Ulman, this is especially true.
Under the rising sun of Aytreron, he laid in silence, each passing second reinforcing the belief that the apparently young man was deceased. However, the small sign of life that found itself as the slow rising of his chest gave hope. He remained in the position for an unknown period time, possibly having been there for months. Whatever it may have been, all that truly mattered was his awakening.
As the rays of light forced the previously closed lids to open, the darkness dissipated, revealing the azure sky to the golden orbs that had remained closed off from the world for quite some time. Upon awakening, all that could be seen were the vast fields of green and all that that was to be heard was the blowing of the calming wind. What he felt, however, was a different story.
While his flesh dealt with the slight itching sensation that came along with its contact with the blades of grass that were only a few shades darker than his own emerald hair, his head was left with the pounding that threatened to leave his skull cracked like a fresh egg. He would continue to remain still, the pain beginning to quell after several minutes of staring into the large ball of heat that hovered above.
When all has settled, he found his mind to be clear. This, however, was to be taken literally. Not just free of the pain that had previously plagued him, the young man found himself void of everything. No memories or even the slightest recollection of what transpired before his current state, there was nothing.
The fields he found himself in were perhaps the perfect setting to display his current mental state. Nothing was to be seen for miles, yet all was calm. The only thing that differentiated itself from the scenery of nature was the blade that laid flat next to him. With no assurance that the sword was his possession besides its close proximity, he unsheathed it, but while having no control over the sudden action.
When the scabbard had been pulled back to reveal the shining blade of steel that captured the sun's light perfectly, he instantly found himself no longer empty. His mind, which was once completely vacant, now held a single thought that refused to fade. The name Darius resounded throughout his entire being, no explanation as to why is had appeared.
Upon closer inspection of the weapon in his hand, an engraving was found on the opposite side of the blade. As his eyes trailed over the etching, he quickly found himself unable to read what had been presented. The characters, like all else that he had come to find in the few moments that he had been conscious, were foreign to him.
With each passing moment, new signs appeared that drove him to the conclusion that he did not own the object. However, as he held the blade by its hilt, the feeling was all too familiar. The sudden nostalgia was could not be explained, but it was not unwelcome.
Despite what his previous observations had signaled, he was compelled to accept the sword of his own. While there was no concrete evidence to support this, he could not ignore the only feeling that had presented itself since he found himself here, with the exception of the previous pain in his head. As a result, he found himself gaining the first and only object to which his own.
The sword, while the first possession, was not all that he found himself with. A set of dark clothing, trimmed with the gold that made up his irises, kept his body safe from the elements. Noticing the apparel left him with the curiosity about his bare skin, the hands that held the sword being the only visible flesh. This curiously would lead him to a second discovery, albeit not as pleasant as the last.
Upon removing the coat that reached down his body, he found that his own skin was not that different from the blade of the weapon within his grasp. While his body may have not been as brilliant or tough as its steel exterior, they both shared their engraved appearance. However, while one was believed to convey a message, the others gave off a less elegant and meaningful display.
As he found the various wounds that had treated his body like a canvas staring back into his eyes, there was little that could be said. They were injuries, that much he understood, but the markings that differentiated themselves through their intricate shapes and coloring only brought along more questions. That's all that he had since waking up from his previous slumber. A new mystery would present itself at every moment, leaving him constantly wondering.
Come to think of it, perhaps the markings on his flesh were meant to present his message. A word of warning or even a sign that told he was meant to never forget the reasoning behind why they were there. Nevertheless, he had. He had forgotten. It wasn't just this, but there was no memory of everything. He was an empty shell that had lost its contents and had been left to whether. However, this did not mean that the the husk could not be filled.
The burns on his waist, the scars on his chest, the markings on his back, and even the imprints that wrapped around his wrist and ankles. Along with the etchings on the sword, these were meant to tell a story, the story of the life he had once lived. Even if this was all speculation, there was a story that was to be told and a mystery that was to be solved. Regardless of what anything on this day meant or the life he had once lived, if he had lived at all, curiously beckoned him to move forward and move forward he would.
With sword in hand, he would travel. He would travel the land in search of something or someone that could translate the markings on the blade. They could give meaning to the words and possibly even meaning to his own self. Whatever the reasoning may be or the answers that awaited, his curiously would carry him into the world.
¤Preferred Weapon¤
While Darius may not have a particular weapon that he sets out to use while fighting and will use whatever is in arms-reach, the sword that has been by his side is used in every conflict he has ever been in.
¤Other¤
Darius is unaware of his current state as an immortal as a result of his amnesia.
