Birth Name: Darris
Given Name: Darris Bloodrayne, Harbinger of Cold Death, Lucifer's Assassin
Gender: Male
Visual Age: Mid-twenties
Actual Age: Approximately seven thousand years old
Date of Birth: Unknown
Place of Birth: Ankhwugat
Race: Devil
Siblings: Harou Bloodrayne
Alignment: Lawful Evil/ Chaotic
Marital Status: Single
Offspring: None
Hair:
-- Hair Color: Red/Orange
-- Hair Length: Mid-length/ Cropped
-- Hair Style: Un-kept
Eyebrows:
-- Eyebrow Shade: Red/Orange
-- Eyebrow Shape: Narrow/ slightly slanted
Eyes:
-- Eye Color: Gold
-- Eye Shape: Regular
Body:
-- Skin Complexion: Fair, Pale
-- Skin Condition: Fine toned, young, flawless
-- Nails: Regular
Build:
-- Height: 6'2"
-- Weight: 205 lbs
-- Arm Length: Long
-- Leg Length: Regular
-- Overall Build: Athletic/ Muscular toned
Senses:
-- Overall Senses: Enhanced
-- Sight: Dragon like/ Enhancing by multiple times at will
-- Smell: Sensitive/ Enhanced
-- Taste: Descriptive/ Enhanced
-- Touch: Soft/ Gentle
Voice:
-- General Speaking Voice: Emotionless/ Uninterested
-- Raised Voice: Demonic/ Fierce
Weapons: A single blade, seven foot long Katana like blade with custom handguard.
History/Biography:
In a seperated realm between the Fifth and Sixth layers of Hell is found the Realm ruled by Set and his Queen Nephythys. The two lived a helter-skelter bond from the start and things seemed to get worse with each given century. The only thing keeping them together for as long as they did before their divorce was their twin sons; Harou (who later went to serve under the reign of Takhisis, the Dragon Queen) and Darris. It had been obvious who the pick of the litter was as Darris was favored far more and trained much more than his brother Harou.
After the divorce, Darris and Harou were at a young age of a thousand years old (commonly, a thousand years in these terms are as if saying one is only fifteen or so.). Set had taken his sons to Stygia, The frozen Fifth Layer of Hell. It was here that their father, Set, had imprisoned the traitor known as Prince Levistus in an iceberg; leaving him to float along in the harbor. Such punishment was bestowed upon the man for his betrayel to Asmodeus. It was here that the twins conducted another thousand years of training until Harou decided to go his own way.
When Harou went to join the ranks of the Dragon Queen Takhisis, Darris was left to conduct further training with his father. Set had bestowed upon Darris the fullness of his own power, enhancing the boys potential by a million times over. Set had believed that his son possesed the strength and ability to overthrow even the one true ruler of them all, Asmodeus. But this was something he would never have asked or allowed out of his son. A short while later Set sent Darris out of Baator, out of the 9 Hells, and commanded his son to dwell among the living for ten thousand years before returning home.
Darris was reluctant to this, but did as his father proclaimed. He left the realm and entered the world of the living. From there he was sent messages from his father, set missions to obtain certain artifacts such as weapons and armor and other items of the like. Darris encountered many obsticals along the way. Massive battles on bloody fields were left with both sides slaughtered by his hand. It wasn't long before Darris had made a nice custom title for himself. Some began to referr to him as the Harbinger of Cold Death while others called him Lucifer's Assasin. Maybe they were right, but what did it matter when they were all slaughtered ruthlessly for standing in his way.
Five thousand years had passed with just a blink. Darris had whitnessed culters rise and die, Kingdomes be built and crumble. He had single handedly caused the demise of thousands of Kingdomes himself. Along the years he had been approached by self righteous men and women who dared to call theirselves warriors and give an opposition to him in hopes to slay him. Time and time again he foiled their plans and ripped apart more and more legacies of honorable warriors with supposed god-like powers. Darris was doomed to roam the land without an equal for the next five thousand years. All he wanted was a battle to last longer than one single swipe of his blade. This world was becoming boring and fast. He longed to return home and train with his father...
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