Post by Deledrial Corsair on Mar 27, 2007 12:17:26 GMT -5
Name: Deledrial Corsair
Race: Human
Class: Rune Knight
Age: 19
Height: 5 ft. 8 in.
Weight: 140 lbs
Hair: Brown, loose and unkempt
Eyes: Light shade of orange/red. Uncaring and unemotional eyes that still hold contempt.
Sex: Male
Build: Fit, yet not overly muscular. Swift moving without the unnecessary things such as armor or brute muscle
Appearance: Always appears in his Rune Knight uniform, equipped with the great sword Volderung on his back and his scroll bag at his side. Outfit glows with runes of magic’s kept secret to all except the Rune Knights. Face is an expressionless mask that hides never shows any anger, happiness, or excitement.
Personality: Deledrial seldom talks to anyone unless directly ordered to. Completely faithful to the emperor, serving his every order without hesitation or argument. Assassination, intimidation and protecting are the traits that guide his life all in the service of the empire. Few people have gained his respect and those who have gained it only because of their immense power. His only friend is the entity Volderung, which councils him in battle and warns of sensed threats.
Home Country: Lucia
History: Deledrial's life of violence began with his death of his family. The Corsair family, owners of a trade caravan that carried shipments of iron supplies from Saran Seker to Trance, were on a special trip; bringing several items of magic to be inspected by the druids at the capital. But about half a day's ride away from Trance the caravan was overtaken by a group of riders, armed with rifles and staffs. Deledrial, who was 8 at the time, was told to hide under the wagon while his parents tried to reason with the leader of the bandits, a smaller built man with a cowl covering his face. Deledrial, who was a loyal man of the empire, refused to give up his cargo. The bandits, all except the leader, began sneering and laughing. They had made their decision.
Deledrial, from the safety of his hiding spot, watched as his father erupted in flames and fell to the ground. Wide eyed he watched as his mother, frozen with fear, was riddled with bullets from a volley of rifle fire. There he hid as the bandits ransacked the caravan looking for the items his family was carrying. Upon finding the chest with the imbued items inside, they brought it before the mage who had just murdered Deledrial's father. With a snap of his fingers, the mage shrunk the chest to the size of a small box and handed it to his stone faced leader. Mission accomplished, the bandits let out a cheer and began riding off.
With his troop riding out the bandit leader stayed behind and was having a heated talk with one of his men. All of a sudden the leader stopped and swung around to look directly at Deledrial's hiding spot. Walking over to the wagon the leader reached underneath and grabbed a hold of Deledrial and dragged him out into the open. Immediately the other man raised his rifle at the boy. The leader stepped between them and raised his hand and began talking to his man. At first, confused the bandit lowered his rifle a little, but with a sudden thought raised it again and aimed it at the leaders head. The leader lowered his hand and unsheathed a single dagger from his belt and stood stock still, waiting. With a loud crack and a flash of gleaming metal the still smoking bullet lay at the leader’s feet and his dagger hilt deep in the would-be opportunist's chest.
With a thin lipped smile the leader mounted and road off after his men, leaving Deledrial without a single glance. As he watched the leader ride off, Deledrial walked over to the dead bandit’s corpse and kneeled down inspecting the blade still burrowed in the body's chest. Taking the dagger in both hands, Deledrial yanked it out, eyeing the blade dripping with fresh blood. With a wide childish smile he looked from the blade to the bandit's body and drove the blade back in again and again.
After being found by a Lucian patrol, and noted for his handy work on the bandit, Deledrial was recruited into the Lucian army. The emperor offered vengeance for his family's murder, Deledrial took it. After a year of training, and various broken bones inflicted upon other students, Deledrial was handed over to the sect of the Rune Knights, who immediately recognized his power that could be molded for the good of the empire. The following 7 years of his life were filled with extensive training the honed his mind and body into the perfect soldier and guard of the emperor. At the age of 16 he was given his final training lesson before graduation. Find and return the great blade Volderung, which was lost a century ago in the Lich Forest. Equipped with an iron sword, pack of supplies, and knowledge of magic, Deledrial set out into the forest.
By the third day, he was out of rations, wounded, and his long sword broken with half of it still in the chest of the beast that hunted him. Half dead he wandered in to what looked like a battle site. Everywhere the trees were scorched and destroyed. In the middle of this burnt grove of death, he came across a giant reptilian skeleton. Inside the jaws of this long dead beast was the skeleton of a man holding a blade that was protruding from the beast’s skull. Taking a closer look he found that the blade was no other than Volderung. Climbing the beasts back, he leapt up and yanked the blade free. Inspecting the rune encrusted blade he felt power flow to the blade and the runes along the blade lit up accordingly. In the back of his mind he felt something enter, something intelligent and old. All of a sudden the entity screamed through his mind "WARE! DANGER!" As Deledrial spun around he can barely enough time to see the wolf beast that had been hunting him appear and leap at him. Raising the sword, half on his own accord, he rushed forward swinging the blade to meet the beast's lunge. Just before the tip hit the wolf beast, the entity, speaking through Deledrial, roared "DELETUM!” With an explosion of pure power erupting from the sword the beast fell away in two halves.
Upon returning to the academy he was awarded his position of Rune Knight and was allowed to keep the legendary blade Volderung. Deledrial, curious of the entity that had made its home inside the blade, probed the blade for its history. He found out, from pictures and scenes projected into his mind, that Volderung was once a powerful warrior hunting the dragon that was killing nearby villagers. But as it proved, the dragon was too much for him and he fell in battle. But the moment before death Deledrial poured his essence into his blade. There he sat for a century waiting for a warrior to find him so he could join in battle again. And with tensions rising between Lucia and Shussei, he may yet get his chance.
The last few years Deledrial has been training with Volderung, learning to fight as one being to maximize his potential as personal guard for the emperor.
Weapon of Choice: Imbued great sword Volderung. Volderung isn’t the name given to the blade by chance, but for the entity imprisoned within the blade, [see history]. Volderung may look impossibly heavy, but thanks to the help of a few sigils, it weighs but ten pounds. Volderung real strength isn’t it size, but its ability unleash charged magic when attacking. His blade has no sheath, yet it clings to his back when put away.
Fighting Style: The Rune Knight training consists of hardening the body and mind while at the same time teaching the subject to use both in battle to the best of his or her ability. However Deledrial only learned enough of the magic for a few partly spells. He uses spell casting as mainly a distraction until he can get in close to the enemy and unleash a shockwave of power from Volderung. His swordsmanship consists not of precise thrusts and parries, but of well angled slices designed to throw the enemy off guard, or even better, cleave him in two. He has the ability to channel vast amounts of power, yet he can only funnel it through Volderung.
Armor: Yet Deledrial wears no "real" armor; the rune tattoos on his body give some defense. On each forearm he bears a glyph that is synched with his own magic. When on defense, Deledrial can use these like energy pauldrons. Which will block most moderate attacks will wear down his power with each hit. Other than those, his entire body is covered in other runes that, though they won’t block a direct attack, will help smaller blows glance off.
Magic: Trained in the ways of the Rune Knight, Deledrial learned the secrets of advanced spell casting the few have seen...kinda. He rushed headlong through all but the one magic that he felt he would need, enchantment. His fascinations in imbuing objects with power lead him to the finding of the legendary blade Volderung. He has the ability to cast a few spells, some which are powerful if given time to channel, but he is by no means a sorcerer. Most spells are drawn out runes activated by a power word. Since drawing runes in battle isn’t the ideal tactic, Deledrial also carries a pouch filled out with previously charged scrolls, which yes are allot less powerful than a well prepared spell circle, come in handy when standing still and chanting aren’t your forte.
Strengths: Few beings are able to take the full blast from Volderung and still have something left to bury. The magical force from a blast can be controlled for each swing so Deledrial can still parry without wasting energy. Since he is without heavy armor, Deledrial slip in and out of battle with great agility making quick swipes at the enemy.
Weaknesses: Volderung has only so much charge before it is empty, leaving it as heavy as it looks. Deledrial also, while a fine swordsman, is no blade master; and in a contest of magic, I wouldn’t put your bets on him. His unbreakable loyalty in the emperor puts his orders above Deledrial's personal opinion on any matter. Since Deledrial never carries any armor and Volderung is next to weightless, his physical strength is surprising low, making defending with his energy pauldrons against a powerful enemy a real hassle.
