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|  Dur'Thak Shadowolf
Full Name: Dur'Thak Shadowolf
Age: 128
Class(es): Fighter/Wizard 10/10
Race: Wood Elf
Subrace: Tiefling (will make as human sub tiefling since elf/human doesn't matter)
Alignment: CG(n)
Deity: None (denies all gods.)
Bio/Description:
Dur'Thak Shadowolf has spent many years living in darkness and turmoil. But his life was not always as it is now.
Roughly a century ago, Dur'Thak was borne into a loving Wood Elf household. His mother Shantara and father Dureagos loved him dearly from the moment he was born. Dur'Thak had an uncanny likeness to him, and as such was originally named Kothanos, or 'Wolven one.' Much of Dur'Thak's childhood was blissfull. Kothanos lived the life of a happy child, hunting and gathering with his parents and playing with his siblings and neighboring children. The only distict mark that would have set him apart was that he had unusually long canines for a child and seemed at times to carry a brooding temperment. Beyond that, he was unmistakable for any other child who roamed the forests. Kothanos' enjoyed life as any child would.
Such a life did not last long however . . .
when Kothanos was barely 53 years old, he set out on a routine hunting expedition with his father. His father decided that he had come of age to fully understand the use of a sword and bow. While play fighting, Kothanos and his father became aware of an unwordly presence.
'Lay down your arms, clueless ones.' Was a thought that drummed in both of their skulls. Stricken by the powerful, soundless voice, Kothanos and his Father were unable to move. The forest about them began to smoke and burn as a firey Demonic image emerged from the edge of their sight.
As the creature approached, his form slowly twisted into an image of Dureagos, and the flames faded slowy from the creatures skin.
'I come for my son. You will beg for his life or die Dureagos.' With that said, Dureagos simply passed out, the shock of the scene too much for him. The creature let out a howling laugh.
Then he crept closer to Kothanos, still frozen in place.
'Your mother has done well to hide your heritage young one. But I will not have my kin living weakly as you do. Feel the blood that boils within you.' As the creature finished speaking he placed his hand squarely on Kothanos' chest. Slowly, Kothanos could feel a burning sensation spread, a pain like he had never felt. Swiftly the pain overtook Kothanos' frail frame with pain so intense that he too passed out.
Kothanos lived a terrible nightmare as armies of fire and darkness clashed before him. Every combatant more hideous than the next. In time the battle faded, and Kothanos awoke to a sweat.
There his father lay, unconcious and unmoving. Cursing the creature, he lifted his father who seemed lighter than ever, and took him home. Who best to tend to anyone than his mother, Kothanos thought.
Walking felt awkward as Kothanos travled, as though something were dragging behind him. A leathery tail left its marks as he traveled, but he was blind to the world around him, still seeking only to return his father home.
As he approached his home, a warning arrow whistled by him, stinging him slightly in the left shin. A guardsman whom Kothanos had known for many years called to him.
"Do not move again or you will die creature." Kothanos froze, thinking a monster had come up behind him. He dashed to his home with his father in his arms. Three arrows whistled past, barely missing their mark.
As Kothanos burst inside, his mother screamed, barely recognizing her child. Kothanos could only utter the word 'mother' before the town guards burst in, tackling him to the ground. Shantara screamed, "He is my son!" and rushed forward to examine her beloved boy.
That day settled uneasily once the guards found Dureagos to be unconcious and not dead. Kothanos was allowed to remain in the village under strict supervision until the local council could decide what to do with him. Kothanos' parents never spoke of what had happend to cause such blood to flow in him. It was mutually understood within his family that this would never be discussed.
The coming months were tumurtulous for Kothanos, as a body of elven elders deliberated on his situation. Dureagos, ever loving his son, realized that Kothanos would eventually be forced from the town. Quietly, he began to teach his young son more and more swordsmanship. Kothanos' mother took the cue as well, offering what spell knowledge she had to her child. As the deliberations became more intense, so did Kothanos' training. Slowly though, dark thoughts settled into his mind tainting every action he did. Kothanos' lived with an internal struggle of two forces inside him, the dark infernal blood that coursed in his veins and his elven heritage.
The council deliberated for nearly four years, finally making their decision one fatefull night.
A small band of goblins hunted on the outskirts of the city. The town agreed as a whole to simply shoo them away. Kothanos' took that as his que to redeem himself in the eyes of his family and friends. While the town discussed their plan, Kothanos' slipt out quietly.
He found the goblins easily, a small band of renegades fleeing from a larger clan. Kothanos planned to scare them away, however he soon found himself revelling in the chaotic slaughter. He took them unaware and hacked them down mercilessly. Once they were dead, he mutilated and disfigured many of the bodies. Kothanos took pleasure in the act.
When the fighting was done Kothanos slowly realized what he had done. Kothanos feared to let his family see him like this, he would rather them think him dead. In one of the disfigured goblins hands he placed a trinket that his mother had given him a birth. A simple ivory wolf pup, fashioned into a necklace. Finally, he cut off the tips of his ears and flung them towards the heart of the camp. "Hopefully that would be enough to dissuade anyone that I live," Kothanos thought.
Disgusted with himself, he grabbed his swords, now all he had in the world. He fled along the tracks the goblins had made entering the woods, using it to cover his own footsteps.
In the years that passed Kothanos changed his name to now Dur'thak to try to forget his home. Dur'thak realized that he could never quelch the blood that poisoned him. Fight it as he might, in the end Dur'thak forced his energies into causes for any who would hire him. Knowing that his blood lust was best left to the field of battle where one day he hoped to meet his end fighting a purposeful cause. Everyday now Dur'thak moves further away from home, fighting whatever war will hire him.
Physical Traits:
-Long leathery tail and elongated cainines.
-Typically shrouded in black clothing, covering as much as possible.
-Long black cloak used to attempt to disguise the tail.
-Skin is unusually warm with an orange tint (appears overly tanned) |
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