Devarius - Human - Done
Jan 2, 2014 19:20:40 GMT -5
Post by Devarius on Jan 2, 2014 19:20:40 GMT -5
Full Name: Other name: Devarius "No last name"
Alias The eye
Race: Human
Side: While not a great supporter of the Empire and its leader Dev sees the Varden and their allies as a threat to the stability and safety of ordinary people. While he values freedom he believes that the current Empire is humanities best bet for safety and stability. After all isn't an iron hand of order better than a weak hand of anarchy? What is freedom worth if you can't live to enjoy it, you can't feed your family with freedom, you can't heal the injured with it nor can you shield yourself with it. It's a luxury for those that can afford it, those that don't have to worry about if they'll go hungry or not.
As such while he isn't a soldier fighting on Empires side he despises the Varden. How many more people could have lived in safety had it not been for them? In their quest for the so called freedom ordinary people are the once to suffer. Not the king. Even so he has come to realize the faults of the empire and doesn't work with them directly, he's main focus is to protect those that dwell within "his" city and fight against any he deems a threat to its safety. If this is soldiers of the Empire or the Varden hardly matters to him.
Birthplace: Teirm
Age: 33 years
Gender: Male
Birthday: Unkown
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blond
Weight: 85kg
Height: 184cm
Magic User: No
Preferred Weapon(s): Daggers and sabers, while having used a crossbow at occasions he isn't a master at it and prefer close combat.
Appearance:
Always having preferred anonymity as his greatest asset Dev does his best to not stand out. His face looks like about any other human in their mid 30's, hard cut angles, a three days beard and slightly dirty. Some might have called him pretty had it not been for some key factors. With brawling and the fight for survival being a large part of his life he has gotten his share of bruises and cuts over the years.
His nose has been broken repeated times through out his youth, he has several old scars covering both his torso and face. All are healed by now but given that there never was a healer around at the time of the injury they have left behind scars. Along with spotting a multitude of gray cloaks his face and blond hair is usually hidden underneath the hood of his cloak. Underneath he wears dark leather which offers a minimum of protection along with not hindering his agility. While as mentioned it does not offer much protection against swords Dev normally depends on his agility and reflexes to keep him out of harms way.
One of his favorite sayings is "You can never have too many knifes and he does his best to live up to that statement"
All over his body he has hidden knifes, his boats, cloaks and pants are some of the places. His shoes are black and made of soft leather to make as little noise as possible. While well cared for the boots are old and well used. On his left hip he has two sabers attached in such a fashion that they can quickly be drawn if needed.
Personality: Having had a very harsh childhood Devarius has learned the hard way that what you want you don't just have to fight to get but also to keep. While his life on the street has made him cautious and secretive, along with sometimes coming of as aggressive he's a good guy deep down. Always out to protect those he can from threats such as soldiers or thief's. Dedicated to this cause he is constantly on watch for and his entire life is built around it. He carries around a lot of mental luggage, both from the abuse he was exposed as a child, the years spent on the street fighting to survive and his hate relationship with his mother. However the single incident that has shaped him more than anything was the death of a young girl. She was but a child when she died because of him, he might not have been the one to hold the knife but it was due to his actions that she died. This is a heavy burden on his mind that he will always have to carry with him, its with him in his darkest hours always haunting him. Driving him into doing what is right in an attempt to redeem himself.
--->Likes:
- Order "Freedom is a luxury that normal people can't afford"
- Improving "I can always become better"
--->Dislikes:
- Chaos "In war it's the common man who dies, not the rulers"
- Wealth "Money leads to corruption"
- Inactivity "The lack of action is the root to all evil"
--->Strengths:
- Training "Through pain and sacrifice I have been forged"
- Focused "I know my goal and you will not stand in my way"
--->Weakness:
- No education "This letters I do not know"
- Loner "I work best alone"
Family:
Mother: Helen (deceased) "While we never had many words to say to each other when you lived I do think about you from time to time. I do not forgive you though, you were lacking in all aspects as a mother. You never wanted me and never tried to hide it, I know that poverty can bring out the worst in people, but still I can not find it in my heart to forgive you."
Father: Unknown "I never knew you and I can't say I want to. You pathetic creature, a person who doesn't take care of their family isn't worth anything"
History:
Born as an unwanted child of a human prostitute Devarius didn't have an easy start to his life. A brothel wasn't a fitting place to grow up and life wasn't simple. His mother never tried to hide the fact that she had never wanted a kid and never let a chance to tell him how he had ruined her life pass her by. Having a young boy around her didn't really fit into her work and her image as a "lady" even though she was but a common sleeper. This often resulted in Dev getting thrown out on the street or beaten by the customers when he was around. Along with this he also had to see his mother regularly getting beaten on by customers. It was without a doubt a horrible thing to witness and had a large influence on his young mind. At the age of eleven he had been bullied around enough, he was tired of it and seeing his mother bleeding. So when one of his mothers regulars tried to punch his face in when he didn't want to leave he was ready. He allowed the punch to hit, allowed the man to think he had made his point and turning around then he struck. With a small knife he had stolen from the kitchen he killed him, he never saw it coming. Even the smallest of people could kill the largest giant when pushed into a corner, and Dev was pushed to the edge. The small blade found the spot between the customers shoulders.
As he fell to the ground Devarius could see the shocked look on his mothers face, what exactly he had hoped for he wasn't sure but it certainly wasn't what happened next. She didn't smile at him, call him a hero for killing a bad man, a violent man that mistreated her. No she called for the guards, she would hand her own son over to the gallows. Years later he would understand why, she was afraid of getting hanged herself for the murder. It was so much easier to just let them take her son.
However that wouldn't happen, they wouldn't have him. With his mothers screams echoing behind him he left the brothel behind. Taking refuge in the streets and on the roof tops, he knew the city like his own pockets. They would never find him, while sad that he had been forced to leave his mother behind and hurt at her betrayal he was confident that he had made the right choice. Evil men that would hurt the innocent deserved nothing but whatever they got.
Even so his troubles had yet to even begin, while having spent large amounts of his time on the roof tops around the city he had always had a place to return to. Now he didn't, he had to live there. He wasn't used to stealing and he hated it but he did what he had to in order to survive. While he only took what he needed and didn't make any fuss his actions were frowned upon by the local thief's which had a strict rules for who could steal what and when. As such he soon found himself with two options, leave the city or join them. While he had played with the thought of leaving the city a few times, it was still his home and he loved it. Not even to mention that he wouldn't survive outside of the city without any food, money or a destination.
As such he soon found himself in a thief guild, stealing, fighting and brawling in order to make ends met. By the time was fourteen he was a well known and respected fighter and he had his share of scars to prove it. Even as much as it paid his bills Dev couldn't help but hate it, he fought and killed but it was out of desperation. Even so he pushed on, as he turned 22 he was the second hand of the guild leader and more feared than respected, a part of him liked it. The fame, the respect and the money. However that all changed during one fateful indecent which would make him change, during a robbery of a wealthy merchant family. It was a job like any other he had done, the family was out visiting relatives. Quick in, get the valuables get out, simple really. However the family wasn't away they were there. As Dev kept guard outside, awaiting his men's return, the daughter of the house woke up and went downstairs. There she saw something she shouldn't have. While Dev had always tried to keep the innocent out of it his men didn't care, they cut her throat before she got the chance to scream. All they cared about was money, nothing more nothing less.
While the rest of the guy's were happy enough to call it an unfortunate turn of events and move on Devarius couldn't. He had become what he had hated the most, he was like the man that had beat his mother. No, he was worse. The man might have been an not a very nice person but he didn't have the blood of an innocent girl on his hands like Devarius. He had become a monster, right there and then outside on the cold street he knew what he had to do. He had to stop doing what benefited himself and do what was right. Instead of returning with the rest of his men to share the spoils he excused himself, saying he had an appointment. However he followed them, he stalked them to their hideout then he waited. Until they were all drunk and asleep before he walked in and cut their throats.
While their blood couldn't wash his hands of his sins it was a start, he would kill those that would harass those that couldn't defend themselves. He would be the eyes of justice. The death of the thief's were assumed to be a response from the rich people who's daughter they had killed and nobody in the underworld thought more about. However soon dead thief's started showing up everywhere, in every ally and on every roof and always besides them the drawing of an eye. They would all come to know fear.
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RP example
"It's funny" Devarius thought to himself "How many jobs starts with me getting thrown into jail" The guards were laughing as they bolted the door shut behind him. Getting up he dusted himself of as he looked around in his small holding cell, rolling his shoulders he winched. He was getting too old for this kind of stuff, but as always he couldn't stop as long as there was those in need. While the lower part of the cell door was solid oak the upper part was just a series of metal bars, looking out through them he could see the three guards on the outside laughing as they went through his few earthly possessions. One of them noticed him watching. The guard was a large beast of a man with a shaved head and dirty uniform. Leaving his friends to amuse themselves with Dev's belonging the large guard approached the door. "They say you're pretty tough, thought you don't look like much to me" Devarius didn't respond, he knew that in this sort of conversation there was never a correct answer. "The bartender said you took out something like twenty guys in the brawl" He said rubbing his chine, "You really don't look that tough, even so you should have known better than to hit a priest. The others will spend a night in their cell, you… You'll hang come morning" Spitting at the bars the guard grinned, Dev turned away. His cell was small but functional, the walls were made out of plain stone bricks along them green moss. On the wall furthest away a small thin slat let light into the room, water dripped down the walls and gathered in small puddles on the floor. "You ignoring me?" The guard asked as he stepped closer to the door, Dev quickly stepped back, faking horror and fear. They had never truly ransacked him and it was important that he didn't give them reason to now either. It would only take on of the corrupts guards anger to have them come in to teach him a lesson. He wasn't afraid of pain, and a bully of a guard didn't scare him. He had seen bigger, fought bigger and killed them. He had felt pain from the best the underworld had to offer, they didn't even intimidate him a little. However the further success of his plan depended on being able to smuggle in his equipment.
"Hey you" One of the men looking through his bag said "What's this" The human couldn't help but find it funny how the guards were usually just as bad or worse than the men they were guarding. It seemed like society didn't care if they were inside or outside the cells as long as they were kept away from honest people. Like such things exist the man thought. From Devarius' bag, a guard pulled out a long object wrapped in white clothing. Whistling the guard unwrapped it, revealing two twin sabers in each of their obsidian black sheet. The hilts were pure black with a silver skull hanging from the tip. "Who do you think he stole this from sir?" The guard asked. The sword was beautiful, clearly worth a small fortune, how could such a man afford such a sword? Something didn't add up and the guard chef narrowed his eyes. Was he some sort of lord?" The guard turned away, obvious deciding that this Devarius person was nobody of importance. He was right. And he was wrong. "Let me see that" The lead guard said, taking the swords. He grunted, obviously surprised by the weight. Finding the small lock on the side he undid it and pulled the one of the sword from it's sheet. A low grumbling could be heard as he did so, swinging it around he inspected the magnificent blade. "Careful there friend" Devarius said softly "Those sword can be dangerous" The guard looked up, they were all silent, then he snorted once before walking away carrying Devarius's sword, closely behind him the two other guards followed as they argued about who would get what from the bag.
