Post by kori on Jul 30, 2009 7:32:59 GMT
Civilian information
Name: Kori Von Damonheart. But according to his driver’s license he is James Riftken.
Gender: Male
Age: 835 he looks about 22
Birthday: 2-19-1174
Birthplace: The kingdom of Dailum
Physical Appearance:
Kori stands at six feet three inches and has a fairly muscular build. He has a handsome face which is home to a pair of black hawk-like eyes. His hair is black and is usually kept in a semi-short fashion. His left ear is double pierced at the lobe and his right ear has a single piercing, although he rarely wears any type of earring. He has a long scar running down through his left eye; it begins about two inches down from the eye and ends in his eyebrow.
His wardrobe consists of very simple cloths. He almost always wears his jacket with a wolf fur collar, underneath that is usually a plain white or black t-shirt. Blue jeans are often worn as well as boots; he hides a couple knives in them. Most of his cloths have many pockets, mostly used for concealing weapons.
When in his demonic form he stands at 8 feet or so. Its skin is very thick, like natural armour, and has an odd dark gray tone to it. Large wings protrude from the shoulder blades and span from the top of its head down to the back of the shins. The eyes are a very dark red and it has a snake like nose. Claws run down its fingers from the knuckles, except on the thumbs. The claws bend with the fingers until the tips, after that they go out six inches and cut like blades. Other than that it has a basic human shape to it.
Personality
Kori has a variable personality; it mostly depends on the situation. He can be a very nice guy if he tries to be, but he is very capable of some heartless acts. Because of his demon side he is sometimes villainous and just downright mean. He is old-fashioned and deep down he is a romantic, but he tries to hide that from most people he meets.
He is surprisingly smart and cunning, although a lot of time he doesn’t bother to think things through. Despite his nature he does not enjoy pointless fighting, but will fight to the end if the reason is good enough. He has a passion for music and singing; he can play seven instruments and is a very talented vocalist.
Senshi Information: Non-existent
Attacks
Malice: This is pretty much a solidified form of hatred. Kori learned this skill many, many years ago. It can be used in many ways but the most common, for him, is sending it out in waves or spikes. To release it Kori swings his arm and from his finger tips forms a line of bright crimson energy that goes flying towards the target. He can create a wave of it in less than two seconds.
If it hits than the victim will feel a burning sensation in the areas hit. Also there is the physical blow of it, it will often knock people down and sometimes even sends them flying back a few feet.
Magic: Kori is very skilled in most forms of magic; he’s had plenty of time to learn. But mostly he just uses elemental spells, primarily lightning magic. He can quickly summon a fair sized lightning bolt to launch at his target. But if given time to charge he can charge up much more powerful spells; such as making weapons entirely out of lightning, or summoning an entire electrical storm to hit one target area.
The Allcut: This is his primary and strongest weapon, it is a magically crafted katana said to be able to cut through anything, although that is not true. He can “summon” it out of thin air if he pleases. Kori has been in possession of this blade for over eight hundred years and so far it has served him well. The blade can send out large shockwaves when swung, but does not always. The shockwaves can send most people flying and does; more often or not, tears up the ground.
Demon Energy: While in his demonic form he can use demonic energy, it looks like a very thick black mist, in many deferent ways. He can use it as a shield or as a weapon by sending it out in beams or even by morphing it into the shape of weapons. It is very easy for him to manipulate it in almost any way he wants.
But he tries not to “go demon” unless the situation absolutely demands it.
Other Stuff
Kori can regenerate but the speed depends on the size and type of the wound. A small scratch would only take a matter of seconds, a bullet whole would take about five minutes for a normal sized bullet. Heavy burns can take a couple hours and limbs would take at least a day if they are completely severed. Also, he does not need the severed limb to regenerate it. Of course in battle when it is a constant flow of damage it would take him a lot longer to heal.
He has super human strength and speed, also he has heightened senses.
Because he is half demon light magic and heavily blessed objects will affect him. It won’t always weaken him but it may stun him for a bit. He can step inside churches and most of the time crosses won’t keep him at bay, salt also doesn’t work.
Kori almost always carries five knives on him and two guns on him, trouble has a way of finding him. He carries two throwing knives in his boots, one switchblade in his right jeans pocket, and one of varying types in each jacket pocket. The two guns are .45s and are hidden in two inside pockets of his jacket.
History
Kori was born into the noble Damonheart family of Dailum. His father was a very fine king and was very famous. But this is not the story of his father’s fame and how he came to be king. He had a sort of normal childhood, he had his schoolings and he has his friends. Clayvon, his father, was not a very strict man nor was he loose with rules and punishments. He wanted Kori to grow into a fine man, but most of all he prayed his son would be normal. Since Kori’s mother was human he hoped Kori would be too. He seemed to take after his mother in appearance; he has her hair color and nose. The only thing he got from his father was the eyes, well, that wasn’t the only thing.
He was raised as prince, trained in battle and tutored in tactics. Kori showed remarkable skill with a sword, he learned fast but more importantly he moved fast. He also was a very fine archer, but archery didn’t interest him. By the time he was ten he was the best child swordsman in the kingdom. Only of couple of the other boys, both of them years older than him, gave him any challenge.
As the years passed the boy grew and became very restless. Shortly after he turned sixteen he started the running. It physically tired him and it took gave him time to be by himself. He was very fast and had great endurance, he was a natural. After six months he was up to running ten miles every day, he usually rested a bit after the seventh mile. Some days he did this without faltering but others he would barely make the last mile, occasionally falling down and being too winded to get back up.
Clayvon saw no reason to stop this, after all, if it pleased the boy what harm could it do.
In Kori’s seventeenth year the running stopped being enough, he was hardly able to sleep. And when he did he only dreamt of being away from Dailum, out in the wild. Soon he started to get into fights with the towns people. He didn’t try too hard to win these fights; he just wanted something to make him feel alive.
Unfortunately this didn’t help his sleep any; eventually he was only sleeping one hour a night. This is what caused him to actually decide to leave the kingdom. After a week of planning he told his father about it. He was not pleased with the idea
They argued for hours but Kori finally won, he would leave in two days. He spent the two days packing; he took with him a sword, enough food to last about a month, and a cloak. He had no idea how long he was going to be gone or where he was going to go, but that didn’t matter to him.
And, at last, Kori was out in the wild.
There is no need for me to tell you of most of his early journeys. The most important one happened almost a year later. He was eighteen, strong, and was no longer alone. In his travels he met a fellow drifter by the name of Marlowe. He was a year older than Kori and different in many ways. He was a little shorter and had long blond hair; he also had a much different style of fighting. Knives were his thing; he was highly skilled with them and could take out opponents who used swords and axes with surprising ease.
They did share one important thing, the yearning to roam. They became close over their travels and learned a lot from each other. But things changed after the Likheil incident.
The Likheil are a nomadic tribe of ritualistic warriors. They often drink the blood of slain enemies and only hunt at night. They live in huge packs and usually only stay in one place for about a week. They’re similar to vampire, but are not the same.
They cornered the two drifters and subdued Marlowe, but Kori broke free of them, drew his sword, and stood his ground. They outnumbered him badly but he fought fiercely. Soon their number was halved, but Kori had been cut badly in many places.
That was when the Pack Leader came to handle things himself. He was a very large bald man with many scars, and a missing ring finger. His skin was red with blood and he wore a tiger pelt around his waist. He may have been through thirty years of the Likheil life, and was very skilled.
When he arrived he ordered his pack back, the back away and formed a circle around their leader and the tired, bleeding Kori. He held out his large right hand and one of the pack members handed him a large blade carved from what looked like bone. The Pack Leader through his head back and let out a loud roar cry. This caused Marlowe to come to, although he was still pinned by the Likheil.
Kori dashed at his opponent hoping to catch him off guard, but he wasn’t so lucky. The Pack Leader parried his strikes and soon he was gaining the upper hand. The fight only lasted five minutes but it felt like hours to young Kori Damonheart.
The bald man got a deep cut in Kori’s wrist making him drop his sword and his guard, the bald man then raised his foot and kicked Kori in the chest sending him crashing into a large rock. He then impaled Kori through the chest, severing his aorta.
Kori blacked out in less than five seconds, his last thought was simple. I’m going to die.
In the darkness he heard a voice calling to him, it sounded like his own but somehow wasn’t. But he had nowhere else to go so he followed it. It felt like hours had gone by and yet he hadn’t gotten anywhere in this darkness. But the voice still called and he still followed. Then he stopped. Something was different. But what could it be?
"Come" the voice no longer sounded like his, at all. But he did what it said. Soon he was face to face with a devil. It was crouching so that they would be eye to eye.
“Who are you?” asked Kori.
"Why, I am you" the Demon said.
“But, I am me.”
"Then we are you, and we are me"
This terribly confused Kori, but it’s not like he could just run away from this demon. That’s when he remembered the Likheil.
He came to on his hands and knees covered in blood, he frantically looked around. Death. That’s all he saw, the entire pack laid dead. Kori was still trying to piece together what had happened when Marlowe spoke up from behind him.
“Kori, are you all right?” He tried to keep his voice steady but failed to do so.
Kori was up on his feet and face to face with him in less than a second, even though they had been ten feet apart.“What happened?” Kori growled, his voice was rougher and his throat hurt terribly.
Marlowe was speechless; he just looked down to Kori’s chest. There was a large scar where he had been impaled. This caused Kori to realize what had happened. He had died and yet he wasn’t dead.
Then he heard the Demon’s voice.“Having fun yet?”it was mocking him. Kori spun around but saw nothing there. And then he realized the voice was in his head.
And that was how Kori Damonheart came to realize that he is half demon. But his story does not end there.
About five months later Kori was started to cope with his demonic half but he still wasn’t in control of it. He and Marlowe were still traveling around the world, eventually they came to a small town being pillaged by a group of marauders.
They drew their weapons and rushed into battle, they dispatched most of the marauders very quickly. Killing some incapacitating others, most of them posed no problems for the two warriors. Kori saw a young lady on the ground about to be stabbed by a rather tall pillager. Before Kori knew it he was holding the man up by the neck. Then Kori crushed. He tossed the man’s body away and bent down to give his rescued damsel a helping hand.
Her name was Velena and she was beautiful, but she and Kori did not see eye to eye. Well, at first anyway. That night the three of them set up camp about half a mile north of that town. They got formally introduced over a small meal. Marlowe got along with her just fine but Kori didn’t, in fact they fought a lot over the next few days.
By later they fell in love.
Neither of them realized it was happening, but Marlowe did. He never said anything about it, though. Soon they stopped fighting and started actually talking. They became really close, but this isn’t the place to talk about their relationship. Sometime later Kori asked her to marry him, and she was overjoyed. And so was Marlowe, he liked to see them happy.
I am sorry to say that this story does not have a fairy tale like ending, but a rather said one and all because of Kuvan. his story is an even longer one than Kori’s, so I shall not tell it. But I will tell you this; Kuvan is entirely evil and very, very powerful. As to why he chose to target Kori I cannot say.
Like most really bad days, this one started off extremely well. About a month into their engagement the two were walking through a nice field of flowers on a nice summer day. Marlowe was still sleeping when the two set out. They were talking the talk of two people deeply in love with each other. Then they came upon a man walking their way. He was taller than Kori by at least four inches and was broader as well. But he looked like a very nice guy, and neither of them could see the sword on the man’s back.
I’ll make this segment as short as possible. By the end of the day Kori had a very bad cut down his left eye, and his sword was shattered. But worst of all Velena was dead. Killed by that very nice looking man they met in that field of flowers.
Kori and Marlowe parted ways soon after, Kori didn’t want him to be in the same danger as Kori was going to be in. So he set out by himself to search for Kuvan, and hopefully a weapon to fight him with.
It was dark and hard times for Kori. Long days and even longer nights, all spent thinking of revenge. It eventually consumed and tainted him. Months past before he stumbled upon the tale of a mystic blade, the Allcut, it was said to be crafted by an ancient society. But Kori didn’t care for the tale, all he cared about was its power and where it was said to be hidden.
Kori finally found the cavern where it was said to be guarded, and unfortunately it was. The guardian was a powerful creature, an odd looking fox headed thing. It forced him to release his demon side; he won the battle but did not kill it. So, the Allcut was his it was a grand looking katana that seemed very durable.
All that was left was for him to kill Kuvan, but first he would have to find him. The search lasted nearly a full year and was very difficult. But it wasn’t to search that changed him; it was the battle that followed. Like I have said Kuvan is extremely powerful. By the time Kori actually tracked him down and confronted him, he had almost entirely given himself over to his demonic half.
The grand battle took place in a grand setting, like so many grand battles do. The castle was massive and was expertly designed and built.
They fought for a week without end, blade to blade, sorcery to sorcery. That beautifully built castle was no more than a bunch of rubble long before they ended. Both men were exhausted but they just fought on, driven by willpower alone. By then end Kori had let the Demon take complete control, there was no trace of humanity left in him.
At last, simultaneously, they both landed their last strikes. Kuvan forced his blade through Kori’s demonic abdomen, and Kori thrust the Allcut through Kuvan’s throat. Both of the great demon warriors collapsed. But only one got back up.
Kori later found his human nature again, and even tamed his demon side. He returned home after the long years away, there was a grand homecoming. Even Marlowe was there, turns out he wondered his way to Dailum. But Kori was never quite the same after his major adventure.
He has had many more adventures and journeys since then, but I am afraid that this just isn’t the time for those tales.
Role-Playing Sample
The hour was late and the moon was high in the clear night sky. It was a very fine European night, not a dog barking or cat crying. All about this friendly little town night time people attended to their things. Drunks drank, workers worked, movie goers sat in amusement or disappointment, but most importantly Kori sat in boredom. It was still too early to go out for a run, Kori no longer ran on streets but instead he leaped from rooftop to rooftop.
So there he sat, alone in his small little apartment watching some very old silent movie on the television. “Sad thing is, I actually remember when this was new.” He said to nobody at all. After a long time he got up and searched around his small home for some more polos. He had developed a rather strong liking for those little mints. After a five minutes search he finally found a new roll, which he put in his pocket, under a dresser.
And yet again there he sat just waiting for something to do. Then, almost like magic, one of his cell phones rang. He listened to his ring tone for a bit, which was Stevie Wonders “Isn’t She Lovely” then answered it in a fake British-Irish accent. “Go for Mickey,” he said with little enthusiasm.
“Dude, me and the boys are going to this party out by the railroad tracks. Meet us there.” That was Jimmy (with the butter-cup) he was one of the guys Kori had come to know in this town. He had hung up before “Mickey” could answer.
Well, guess I’m going to a party he thought. The he grabbed his prized jacket and he was off.
The next morning he awoke in an alley in what he thought was Japan. He checked his pocket and smiled, he still had his polos.
