DARDANUS
abilities (Click to Show)
Dardanus wields a large sword, it’s blade around four foot long. It’s handle is three foot long and wrapped in a rough black cloth for good grip. The handle also has a wide handguard. The blade is made from an unbreakable steel and is double edged. At his will, he will start generating magical electricity that greatly boost his abilities, from speed to intelligence to strength. This electricity can also be manipulated to throw at opponents. The electricity is a bright red and will cause third degree burns. He was born into a magical family.
weaknesses (Click to Show)
Dardanus is very strong and witty even without his electricity, but he lacks speed which can lose him the battle. He also gets headaches constantly. His magic lightning takes up energy, so he can’t use it for too long at a time.
history (Click to Show)
Dardanus’ history is more or less unknown, but for the past couple years it is believed he lived as a hermit in a large, obsidian semi-sphere in the Mediterranean. Those who have been able to break in have not returned. It is also known that his sword was created at the bottom of the ocean, by immortal beings known as the Centimanes, the most skilled blacksmiths to ever exist. The Black Clan, a notorious organisation known for their numerous failed test subjects, has been skirmishing on and off for years. His motives are unknown, but he kills in cold blood.
personality (Click to Show)
Dardanus is generally very calm and gloomy. He is also very down to earth and has a dark sense of humour. He however can find people extremely annoying, but he doesn’t show it. He is also very blunt and straight to the point.
appearance (Click to Show)
A thirty-year-old man with dark skin and misty blue eyes (that will turn bright red when he is using his lightning abilities.) with long black dreadlocks, tied back into a ponytail going down to his shoulders. He has short bits of stubble leading for the sides of his hair down to his chin and around his mouth. When away from his dwellings, he wears a dark blue shirt with white polka-dots and tan coloured pants. When in the dome he wears a heavy black coat going down to his ankles over a light blue t-shirt and the same tan pants.
He can also be depicted as a blue (#434ec1) stick figure.
demo (Click to Show)
As the light faded over the Black Clan’s base, a different, brighter light, shine suddenly shone in a before dark room. A lady in a dark uniform strutted out of the room and down the hallway to a oak door. She knocked on the door and stated to whoever was inside,
‘Sir, the portal is ready.’ She heard the sound of wood scraping the ground, and then loud, heavy steps. The door swung open to reveal a pale man, with hollow cheeks and bags under his eyes. His eyes where the colour of blood.
‘Good.’ He said in a low, purr like murmur. He scooted in front of her and walked down the corridor, his black cape billowing behind him. He entered the doorless room, the lady stumbling behind him. He pulled out a long, sharp sword, with twisting gold bars forming an intricate handguard. ‘This will take no time, I will be right back.’ He said, as he stepped into the light.
On the other side of the earth, he reappeared in a similar light. He took a step forward to find he was surrounded by complete darkness.
‘DARDANUS!’ He yelled into the blackness, as the light started to fade. The floor began to illuminate a dim blue light. There was a flash of red in the distance and a man appeared in front of him. His dark skin lit by the floor making him look like a demon of some sort.
‘Pontus,’ he muttered. ‘I thought the Black Clan would have learned from their mistakes.’
‘I promise you, this time it will be different. This time a sinner’s blood will be spilt.’ Replied Pontus. He raised his sword, pointing it at Dardanus.
‘This won’t end well for you, take a look at your friend Terantula.’ Said Dardanus. He drew a giant sword, gleaming in the light, from it’s leather sheath. After a moments silence, Dardanus threw a punch at Pontus, hitting him right in the mouth. Blood splattered on the floor. He gave a grunt in frustration and stumbled back.
‘Die!’ He yelled, and wildly thrusted his sword at Dardanus, of whom swung his sword down from above his head and parried the attack.
‘Your attempts are futile, Pontus.’ In silence Pontus wiped away the blood streaming from his mouth. He pointed a crooked finger at Dardanus.
‘No.’ He said. His sword flashed in a flurry of attacks. In one, sweeping movement he managed to deflect the strikes leaving only small scratches on his face. ‘AAARGH’ Pontus screamed, as he lunged forward, but not before Dardanus saw an opening. Dardanus thrust his blade into Pontus’ stomach and Pontus stuttered. ‘Y-you… Wha-’ His sword fell on the ground.
‘I warned you Pontus.’ Said Dardanus grimly. His eyes turned from their usual, misty blue to bright, vibrant red. Lightning of the same colour crackled around them, burning Pontus’ skin.
‘h- I- AAAAAAAARGH!’ Screamed Pontus as he was blasted through the air. A loud crash could be heard in the distance. Dardanus stood up to his regular stance and wiped the sweat if his brow.
‘Idiot.’
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