Darcour

Darcour wrote:

DARC

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Name: Darcour (Darc)
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Birthday: March, 24th
Sexuality: Gay
Special Characteristics:

Personality: Darc doesn't speak all that much, usually preferring his fists to do the talking. When he does talk, it's usually short, sweet, and to the point. He has a sense of humor, but rarely shows it, mostly sticking to sarcasm. He knows very little of love and affection, and knows even less of showing it. He has his own moral code that he adheres to strictly, and won't give it up for anything or anyone. Though his actions tend to question whether he has them at all, questioning him about it is foolhardy, for he will quickly, precisely, and painfully correct you.

When not on jobs, he will be doing one of three things. Either training, traveling, or simply sitting at home. He's really not all that social. Darc knows what he wants out of life, and isn't one to beat around the bush. When he sets his mind to something, very little can ever push him off course. He has determination, drive, and ambition; there's never been a goal he set for himself that he didn't achieve; cutting down any and all obstacles that stood in his way, be they friend, foe, or otherwise.

Darc has never led a luxurious life, but you'll rarely hear him complain. He's never had luck on his side, and he believes it to be better that way. He's never needed luck, and doesn't want it; always having to fight for what he wants, and that has made him strong.

His experience and lineage has forged him into a battle-hardened warrior, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Darc loves battle; the adrenaline rush, the thrill of pitting his strength against another; keep your drugs, he'll take a good fight over that pathetic shit any day of the week. He prefers to take the lead over following another any chance he has, and if anyone has a problem with that, well then, they'll have to prove themselves worthy to be his commander. Good luck.

His lineage makes him an absolutely lethal fighter, his prowess on the battlefield and his sensory abilities are top-notch; very little escapes his gaze. He specializes in close-quarters combat, and can easily take on multiple foes at once, but would have been remiss to not learn a few mid to long range fighting tactics. Better to be overly prepared, rather than caught with your pants down. However, though he specializes in close range, his other abilities are just as lethal.

Darc has participated in many battles and small wars in his short life so far. And through them all he's earned a little title for himself, bestowed upon him by the rare few he ever deemed as comrades: The Mallachai. A rank amongst demons that was thought to merely be a myth. Legendary monsters whom decimated any and all fields of battle. Their might rivaled by few others in existence; their terrifying power leveling even the largest battalions of enemies. They butchered their foes, ripping them limb from limb, gorging on their blood and leaving a trail of screaming corpses, ash, blood, and brimstone in their wake. It fit him, in more ways than one, and he proudly wears it.

Likes:

• Fighting- It's basically his primary reason for existing.
  
• Training- So he can get stronger and continue to pummel the shit out of his enemies. Simple.
  
• Challenges- Pretty much anything that is hard to achieve, he's down for. Be it a prize, a tournament, a simple spar, or a fight to the death. If he has to exert himself in any way, he's down for it. Clearly he's an adrenaline junky. Just saying.
  

Dislikes:

• Weakness- Don't let him see it, and definitely don't call him that. He has this innate desire to destroy weakness wherever he sees it. And calling him weak is essentially the same as challenging him to a fight to the death.
  
• Boredom- Seriously, it's not good for him, or healthy....for everyone else. When he gets bored, he gets morbid, and unnecessarily violent.
  
• Tedious Tasks- Anything that requires him to be overly meticulous is definitely not on his to-do list. He's not one for the finer details, unless it involves how to defeat his next opponent.
  

Motivations:

• Strength- Everything he's done in life; all his battles, his struggles, the pain and suffering he's endured has all been, and will all be for the sake of gaining as much strength as he can. This is his primary goal, and drive.
  
• Lineage- His lineage is a rare one. And he's grateful for it, and will happily put it to as much use as he can. He wants to see exactly what a Mallachai's limits are. To that end, he will push himself as hard as he can.
  
• Conquest- What's the point of gaining untold strength, if you don't have a goal for it? The Mallachai is conquest; created to conquer. And he intends to do just that.
  

Fears:

• Weakness- He both hates and fears it, but mostly in himself. Or rather, the potential to end up weak if he's not careful. Those who are weak, die. And he refuses to let that happen to himself.
  
• Lineage- He fears not knowing the full history of his lineage, and what it may potentially mean for him if he stays in the dark. After all, what you don't know, may very well kill you.
  
• Losing- It's an honest to god fear he possesses. He doesn't just hate it, he truly fears it. Because if he loses, it means he's weak, and weakness equals death. He's not stupid, he knows full well that there will always be someone stronger. But he will still fight tooth and nail to win.
  

General Appearance


Height: 6'4"
Weight: 190 lbs
Hair: Light black, closely shaved on the sides, and medium length on the top and combed backward. He has some of his hair in small braids in the back.
Eyes: Blue.
Skin Tone: Tan.
Appearance: He takes very good care of himself, and has a lean form. He favors practical clothes, clothes that allow him to move freely in the off (and often common) chance he ends up in a fight. He will often be found wearing a set of comfortable yet sturdy jeans, a t-shirt, and casual work boots. He also is known to wear a black leather jacket. He never chooses colors that easily stand out in his clothes, typically sticking to black, blue, or grey.

He also has a specific outfit he saves for large battles, when he knows he's going to be fighting for a long time. It's a special gear he was given during one of the many wars he's fought in.

Casual Appearance:

Combat Gear:

Guild/Council

Guild: Nightmare
Tattoo: Ice Blue, on his left shoulder.
Rank: D