Post by corben on May 28, 2009 13:55:27 GMT -5
Name: Corben Dallas
InGame Name: Corben
Nicknames: Bade, Corben, The Berserker
Age: unknown
Sex: Male
Sire:
Race: Part Angel/ Traditional Werewolf
Childer:
Works: Freelance
Job: was mercenary
Job Task: was assassination
RolePlaying Power:
Looks -
th03.deviantart.net/fs40/300W/f/2009/008/f/a/The_wind_by_heise.jpg
Hair: Marine with a tint of purple
Eyes: Purple
Height: 5'9
Weight: 170 lbs
Built: Average
Marking: The tattoo of a falling star on the right shoulder
Personality:
Vacant-
Living a life of unanswered questions and no direction has left Corben vacuous and nearly emotionless. he travels from one life to the next, one job to the next and never has a sense of home. No sadness, no happiness, no middle ground just vacant.
Temper-
Corben locks away his rage in a deep place within himself that he has had trouble expressing any other way then during his transformation. On the outside he seems ever calm and cold.
Social-
Corben has something inside him that reaches out to connect with others, but his occupation and his cold demeanor prevents him from ever really connecting with anyone. There is only one person he knows he ever cared for, and that was the man who took him in when he was nearly dead.
professional-
Corben is thoughtful and calculating taking his profession very seriously he doesn't leave out a single detail or calculation. His occupation carry's over into the other aspects of his life, limiting him and driving him all to one professional direction.
History:
Chapter One - Peace at the edge of Pain
Deep within the recesses of the enigmatic dark ages a Turkish farm boy, who was adopted at a very early age no less, worked hard every day to earn his keep on a expansive farm . This boy named Kaleash enjoyed the simple pleasures in life. The feel of the wheat on his fingertips, the smell of fresh rain on the valley. He was content with his adopted life and never wished for more, or to know the family who sold him away.
The truth was he was born an abomination, the child of a fallen angel and a noble woman, there love was forbidden which made Kaleash a very huge mistake.
years would pass in peace untill one day his comfort slipped away in an instant, when a group of mercenaries ravaged his home in search of food, they stole from his fathers graineries and burned their home, the merciless men raped his mother and sister, and killed his father. When Kaleash came home, he found the men at work and tried with all his heart to stop them, but it was no use these men were far stronger then him. Though they favored his spirit and kidnapped him, claiming he would prove to be a great addition to their team.
Kaleash exclaimed "I would never aid you with your filthy deeds!", but they just laughed and nodded. Time and again he would try to escape but they would always stop him. Finally when he wouldn't eat or train or even sleep, the men told him they would sell him to a sheik to be a lap dog, " surely then you will rot!" they sneered together.
When he thought of revenge, he knew that the only way to defeat these cowards was to learn their ways and betray them, so he agreed to work. The first years were the worst, from a pick pocket to a assassin surviving on leftover scraps like a dog. But as time passed he grew to trust these greed driven warmongers as his own. At the age of 15 he was fully trained and his group had taken a whole Provence as their own and settled on it.
Chapter Two - Pain Is the cost of love
There on that Provence, on what use to be the great Persia, Kaleash feel in love with the daughter of the ruler, known as Shakeer, every day he grew closer to Shakeer wishing to abandon his murderous group and live only with her. One day his fellow war dog spotted Shakeer, the woman he loved and tried to take her while she was alone. The girl screamed for Kaleash and he swiftly, cut off the head of the mercenary, this mistake he knew he would regret. Moments later his fellow mercenaries had their swords drawn on him and were about to kill him for his betrayal, but the people of the Provence rose up and ambushed the group while they were distracted.
After the battle Kaleash was adored by the people, and given the status of a protector for them, taking on the noble name Bade Moonheart. He later married Shakeer, and there he would defend the Provence as a brilliant military leader and tactician, as well as a skilled farmer. For a few years he was happy and help the people grow and flourish.
Like many times in Bade's life he was at the pinnacle of a peaceful existence when a army of inhuman beasts started a massacre though his Provence. These monsters were known as "Kurt adam", or the wolf men. Adam was the first of the warriors to stand against them followed by most of the men of the provence. But they were no match, Bade and his men were defeated and most of them devoured by the beasts, but the Werewolf's didn't enjoy the taste of Bade, it was far more sweet then the blood of a normal human. After being nearly torn apart Bade lay for three days waiting to die, but to his amazement he slowly started to heal up. When he was strong enough to head back to his Provence he slowly made his way there, each step started to grow stronger and stronger, until he was feeling more alive then ever before. Even though Bade was well, he feared for his people, and for his beloved wife. When he arrived home he saw what was left of Shakeer and his people strewn across the burning desolate streets, being gnawed on my the innkeepers dogs, without a tear he turned and headed down the road on a journey to escape his own broken heart.
Chapter Three - Love eats away at the soul
Years would pass in pain, and silence, Bade became the only noblemen without a purpose and without direction. During this time he would become aware of the beast inside him that arose at the sight of a full moon, and he would try hard to contain it, but his efforts were futile. With every animal and human he consumed as a werewolf the more his soul would escape him and he would become more, and more instinctual. Finally Bade felt something drawing him, the call of his maker and his pack, the call of the monsters who stole his life. He followed this pulling grip at his heart, with instinct and rage as his motivator. At last in the high Swiss mountains Bade found his maker, naked in a cave with what remained of their once glorious horde, what was once thousands was now a handful, killed off or enslaved by vampires.
When they locked eyes the pack leader shouted with a snarl to his pack to leave Bade and himself alone, they all ran with a yelp.
There was no words between the two only intensity, instinct, and rage.
For a moment There was a hesitation in Bade's mind, but then he saw the fear of defeat in the Savage's eye, and with instinct he attacked drawing his sword and cleaving the bastards head clean in half, at the transforming jaw. Bade quickly fled from the mountain hoping not to be spotted by the leaderless pack. For days he ran, not out of fear but to release the anger that still existed inside himself.
The next day he started his occupation as a assassin, living in the shadows and killing for money. The thrill of executing the wicked and monstrous gave him more pleasures then his murderous intent and kills during full moons. He became completely soulless practically begging a warrior to end his hallow shell.
Finally bade was hired to kill a powerful acolyte, Bade knew he would need his transformation to defeat him, so he waited for the clear full moon to attack. Bade ambushed the Wizard and wounded him greatly, but before he could deliver the finishing blow the Acolyte cursed him with a retention of his transformation. Suddenly the flame of Bades soul was lit again as his transformation escaped him and he became a man by the full moons light. The acolyte turned to bade as he bled to death and whispered " You will not feel the passion of blood and feral days, until you leave behind your twisted and bitter ways..."
Chapter Four - The Soul Lasts forever
The sweet release of the beast inside gave Bade a soul again, and a chance at a new life, but the guilt of his decent kept him cold and bitter, and whats worse Bade hardly seemed to age 100 years was but one to him and so he went into slumber locked away from the world for centuries. Until in One day the reconstruction of the Church in Paris awakened him while he slept in the unexplored cavers of the crypt underneath the city. He rose feeling weak and frail but when he stretched his muscles he seemed to fill out again in an instant. He made his way though the crypt on the path he so clearly remembered, the problem was that was the only detail of his previous life that he remembered at all, the rest was blank, who was he, where did he come from... To find answers he made his way to the most aged of all places, the Raven Black City where the knowledge of every age would be explained, or at least Bade Hoped.
Growing accustom to the new world was not as hard as it seemed, he was a open minded man and optimistic as well, Bade picked a name out of a nearby video store, from then on the story of Corben Dallas would begin.
InGame Name: Corben
Nicknames: Bade, Corben, The Berserker
Age: unknown
Sex: Male
Sire:
Race: Part Angel/ Traditional Werewolf
Childer:
Works: Freelance
Job: was mercenary
Job Task: was assassination
RolePlaying Power:
Looks -
th03.deviantart.net/fs40/300W/f/2009/008/f/a/The_wind_by_heise.jpg
Hair: Marine with a tint of purple
Eyes: Purple
Height: 5'9
Weight: 170 lbs
Built: Average
Marking: The tattoo of a falling star on the right shoulder
Personality:
Vacant-
Living a life of unanswered questions and no direction has left Corben vacuous and nearly emotionless. he travels from one life to the next, one job to the next and never has a sense of home. No sadness, no happiness, no middle ground just vacant.
Temper-
Corben locks away his rage in a deep place within himself that he has had trouble expressing any other way then during his transformation. On the outside he seems ever calm and cold.
Social-
Corben has something inside him that reaches out to connect with others, but his occupation and his cold demeanor prevents him from ever really connecting with anyone. There is only one person he knows he ever cared for, and that was the man who took him in when he was nearly dead.
professional-
Corben is thoughtful and calculating taking his profession very seriously he doesn't leave out a single detail or calculation. His occupation carry's over into the other aspects of his life, limiting him and driving him all to one professional direction.
History:
Chapter One - Peace at the edge of Pain
Deep within the recesses of the enigmatic dark ages a Turkish farm boy, who was adopted at a very early age no less, worked hard every day to earn his keep on a expansive farm . This boy named Kaleash enjoyed the simple pleasures in life. The feel of the wheat on his fingertips, the smell of fresh rain on the valley. He was content with his adopted life and never wished for more, or to know the family who sold him away.
The truth was he was born an abomination, the child of a fallen angel and a noble woman, there love was forbidden which made Kaleash a very huge mistake.
years would pass in peace untill one day his comfort slipped away in an instant, when a group of mercenaries ravaged his home in search of food, they stole from his fathers graineries and burned their home, the merciless men raped his mother and sister, and killed his father. When Kaleash came home, he found the men at work and tried with all his heart to stop them, but it was no use these men were far stronger then him. Though they favored his spirit and kidnapped him, claiming he would prove to be a great addition to their team.
Kaleash exclaimed "I would never aid you with your filthy deeds!", but they just laughed and nodded. Time and again he would try to escape but they would always stop him. Finally when he wouldn't eat or train or even sleep, the men told him they would sell him to a sheik to be a lap dog, " surely then you will rot!" they sneered together.
When he thought of revenge, he knew that the only way to defeat these cowards was to learn their ways and betray them, so he agreed to work. The first years were the worst, from a pick pocket to a assassin surviving on leftover scraps like a dog. But as time passed he grew to trust these greed driven warmongers as his own. At the age of 15 he was fully trained and his group had taken a whole Provence as their own and settled on it.
Chapter Two - Pain Is the cost of love
There on that Provence, on what use to be the great Persia, Kaleash feel in love with the daughter of the ruler, known as Shakeer, every day he grew closer to Shakeer wishing to abandon his murderous group and live only with her. One day his fellow war dog spotted Shakeer, the woman he loved and tried to take her while she was alone. The girl screamed for Kaleash and he swiftly, cut off the head of the mercenary, this mistake he knew he would regret. Moments later his fellow mercenaries had their swords drawn on him and were about to kill him for his betrayal, but the people of the Provence rose up and ambushed the group while they were distracted.
After the battle Kaleash was adored by the people, and given the status of a protector for them, taking on the noble name Bade Moonheart. He later married Shakeer, and there he would defend the Provence as a brilliant military leader and tactician, as well as a skilled farmer. For a few years he was happy and help the people grow and flourish.
Like many times in Bade's life he was at the pinnacle of a peaceful existence when a army of inhuman beasts started a massacre though his Provence. These monsters were known as "Kurt adam", or the wolf men. Adam was the first of the warriors to stand against them followed by most of the men of the provence. But they were no match, Bade and his men were defeated and most of them devoured by the beasts, but the Werewolf's didn't enjoy the taste of Bade, it was far more sweet then the blood of a normal human. After being nearly torn apart Bade lay for three days waiting to die, but to his amazement he slowly started to heal up. When he was strong enough to head back to his Provence he slowly made his way there, each step started to grow stronger and stronger, until he was feeling more alive then ever before. Even though Bade was well, he feared for his people, and for his beloved wife. When he arrived home he saw what was left of Shakeer and his people strewn across the burning desolate streets, being gnawed on my the innkeepers dogs, without a tear he turned and headed down the road on a journey to escape his own broken heart.
Chapter Three - Love eats away at the soul
Years would pass in pain, and silence, Bade became the only noblemen without a purpose and without direction. During this time he would become aware of the beast inside him that arose at the sight of a full moon, and he would try hard to contain it, but his efforts were futile. With every animal and human he consumed as a werewolf the more his soul would escape him and he would become more, and more instinctual. Finally Bade felt something drawing him, the call of his maker and his pack, the call of the monsters who stole his life. He followed this pulling grip at his heart, with instinct and rage as his motivator. At last in the high Swiss mountains Bade found his maker, naked in a cave with what remained of their once glorious horde, what was once thousands was now a handful, killed off or enslaved by vampires.
When they locked eyes the pack leader shouted with a snarl to his pack to leave Bade and himself alone, they all ran with a yelp.
There was no words between the two only intensity, instinct, and rage.
For a moment There was a hesitation in Bade's mind, but then he saw the fear of defeat in the Savage's eye, and with instinct he attacked drawing his sword and cleaving the bastards head clean in half, at the transforming jaw. Bade quickly fled from the mountain hoping not to be spotted by the leaderless pack. For days he ran, not out of fear but to release the anger that still existed inside himself.
The next day he started his occupation as a assassin, living in the shadows and killing for money. The thrill of executing the wicked and monstrous gave him more pleasures then his murderous intent and kills during full moons. He became completely soulless practically begging a warrior to end his hallow shell.
Finally bade was hired to kill a powerful acolyte, Bade knew he would need his transformation to defeat him, so he waited for the clear full moon to attack. Bade ambushed the Wizard and wounded him greatly, but before he could deliver the finishing blow the Acolyte cursed him with a retention of his transformation. Suddenly the flame of Bades soul was lit again as his transformation escaped him and he became a man by the full moons light. The acolyte turned to bade as he bled to death and whispered " You will not feel the passion of blood and feral days, until you leave behind your twisted and bitter ways..."
Chapter Four - The Soul Lasts forever
The sweet release of the beast inside gave Bade a soul again, and a chance at a new life, but the guilt of his decent kept him cold and bitter, and whats worse Bade hardly seemed to age 100 years was but one to him and so he went into slumber locked away from the world for centuries. Until in One day the reconstruction of the Church in Paris awakened him while he slept in the unexplored cavers of the crypt underneath the city. He rose feeling weak and frail but when he stretched his muscles he seemed to fill out again in an instant. He made his way though the crypt on the path he so clearly remembered, the problem was that was the only detail of his previous life that he remembered at all, the rest was blank, who was he, where did he come from... To find answers he made his way to the most aged of all places, the Raven Black City where the knowledge of every age would be explained, or at least Bade Hoped.
Growing accustom to the new world was not as hard as it seemed, he was a open minded man and optimistic as well, Bade picked a name out of a nearby video store, from then on the story of Corben Dallas would begin.