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Decebal, Demon Hunter

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Prologue
+ NAME + Decebal von Durzinger
+ ALIAS + 
+ AGE + 28
+ GENDER + Male
+ STAR SIGN + The Fang
+ BORN + Mid-Winter
+ ORIGIN + Connlaoth
+ SPECIES + Human?
+ RESIDENCE + Nomadic
+ OCCUPATION + Demon Hunter
+ COUNTENANCE + Dark Blue eyes w/ orange tinge / Sandy-Brown hair
+ STATURE + 6’3” / 202 lbs.
+ SEXUALITY + Unknown


CH. I – Painting a Portrait
Gruff and rugged looking, Decebal’s eyes bear little humor in them.  They’re narrow and buried deep beneath his brow, a dark blue eyes lined with a burning orange tinge to them – a trace of his demonic parentage.  His nose is straight, somewhat large, with mouth often drawn and stubble lining his face.  It is not easy to stay clean shaven on the road, but he will when the opportunity provides itself.

He’s a tall man, taller than most Connlaothian’s and well-built for it.  His body is trained for hard combat and capable of taking brutal punishment.  While most of his body is otherwise normal, his left arm however, is his shame – a demonic transformed thing with claws and corrugated ridges along his forearm.  His skin appears burned and it seems as if scales form up along his shoulder where more ridges grow, bone protrusions that form a protective layer.    There is not much he can do to hide his arm, and he makes little effort to do so.

+ NOTABLE MARKS +
Other than his left arm, Decebal has burn scars running up along his left ribs and spreading just above the left side of his chest, stopping just on his collarbone.  The scar also wraps around his back, staying just along his left and stopping just beneath the shoulder blade.

CH II – Mental Make-up
While not prone to outbursts of enthusiasm or joy, he has a hunter’s look to him, in no mood for nonsense or time for distraction.  He has a temper, which he does what he can to control, but is quick to put people in their place.  When on the hunt, he’s dogged, relentless, and has little mercy for monsters – both human and otherwise.

He loathes what he is, and demons of all kind, monstrous creatures that have no proper place in this world.  Because of that, he does what he feels he must in order to redeem himself for what he is.

+ FAITH +
He is not quite an atheist, and not quite an agnostic, but trapped somewhere in between.  One thing is for sure, and that is he places no faith in gods or deities. 

+ HABITS +
None that he would admit too.  But he’s not a complicated man – a cold hard drink, and a smoke, and he’s satisfied.

CH III – Social

+ RELATIONSHIPS +
  Matthias von Durzinger, Father?, Deceased, 43
  Lisabet Strauss, Mother, Alive, Exact age unknown, location unknown

Bartleby, a hawk, companion
 

CH IV – Abilities / Skills
+ DEMON HUNTER +
His upbringing included learning how to hunt and to ride masterfully.  He can track prey more acutely due to his demonic blood, and can sense when other demons / supernatural creatures are close.  His blood also gives him a higher resistance to demon magic and influence, and immunity to all disease, natural or magical.  He also has accelerated healing and increased strength and endurance.  However, he can fall prey to certain urges, and he fears that darker side that lurks beneath, of what might happen should the demon become unleashed.

+ SOUL REND +
A gift of his demonic heritage, Decebal can drain the life-force right out of a person, stealing their soul, in a manner most traumatic and painful.  He can only execute such a move by direct contact, and only through his mutated arm.  If he is severely weakened, stealing a soul will restore him to full strength, healing his wounds and filling him with adrenaline.

CH V – Gear / Equipment
+ BULLWHIP +
A blessed bullwhip that useful in more ways than one.  He uses it for both combat and defense and became an expert in its use in circumventing obstacles.  At the tail end of the whip, there are six small razor-sharp blades – three on each side – that are more than effective in pitted combat.

+ LONGSWORDS +
Two swords that belonged to his father, taken from his armory.  They are well fashioned blades, though one is slightly shorter than the other.  He takes great pains to keep them rust-free and has even had holy runes inscribed into the blade, and the hilt.  Despite his physical mutation, the wards do not harm him.

CH VI – Reflections of the Past
He was born the only son and child to Matthias von Durzinger and Lisabet Strauss.  His father was a devout believer in Ansgar and a former knight, in service of a minor baron in the Sirantil Valley.  He married the beautiful but demure Lisabet, the daughter of a rich merchant, and though the marriage was arranged, Matthias grew to love his wife.   For many years they remained without children, and while their life together was largely content, tensions grew because of this.

Though she cared deeply for her husband, Lisabet did not tell Matthias that she had purposefully been sabotaging any chances for conception.  She was not ready for children, not prepared to completely relinquish all her freedom.  She was not all she seemed, and in secret, she dabbled in magic both mundane and darkened.  Her interest gradually turned to deeper and more complex rituals, to more and more dangerous spells.

Soon Matthias moved them from their southern home to a winter estate he purchased near the Kilanthro Mountains.  They were remote, far from the nearest city and Matthias had hoped the seclusion might bring them closer together.  But it was not to be.  He grew angry with himself, fearing his futile efforts meant sterility, and despair took its hold.  Lisabet couldn't stand to see him in such a state, but nor could she reveal her secrets. 

To her dismay, she discovered her methods of contraception had ultimately left her barren.  In her chambers she prayed to the spirits, summoning to any who would listen to grant her a child, one to be as healthy and strong as her husband and as beautiful as intelligent as she.

That night after she laid with her husband, she dreamt of a voice calling her, one granting her request.  She saw before her a demon, beautiful and terrifying all at once.  It reassured her that the child would be everything she hoped for.  However in return, a price must be paid, as with every exchange.  And soon she rested in unbridled ecstasy.

In time her belly grew, and soon she gave birth to a son, much to her husband’s delight.  Every woman knows though a man might claim to be happy with any child they have, they desire sons most of all.  He was named Decebal, and was raised in a loving home.  Lisabet had not forgotten the pact she had made to the one that gave her son life.  Apart of her was ready to pay it, and yet another feared every day it would come to collect.

Decebal had grown without incident, until he came of age.  He started to notice his skin changing, his left arm transforming.  Upon discover he cried out in horror, his mother coming to his aid.  LIsabet did all she could to stop the mutation, warding off the change.  When the demon came, meaning to take what was its own; it demanded Decebal’s body and blood, to be used as a vessel.

Lisabet initially refused, claiming she had thought the demon meant to take her.  Her own life, she was willing to give, it was a price she’d been prepared pay.  But soon she realized there were rules she could not ignore, could not shun simply because they did not suit her.  There was no other choice.  Everything she loved, had sacrificed for was gone.

Matthias took their son from her, horrified at her betrayal.  He went into hiding, in order to protect his son, to little avail.  He told no one of his whereabouts, save one trusted friend, but it was that friend that would prove to be his doom.  Lisabet had promised the demon her son, and she would deliver.

She hunted them down, and when she found him, she tortured Matthias to death in order to find her son, but he was away.  Matthias would not give in.  She left him abandoned in the ashes of the home he’d hidden away.  Decebal found him the following day, and took his father and buried him in hallowed ground.  He vowed to do all he could to circumvent the monster he’d been born as.  Though he has not seen his mother in years, he can sense her at times, and knows she lives, hunting him still.

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