Description
Slim, but surprisingly well built, this felar stands just under 5 feet in
height. His muscular frame is covered almost entirely by jet black fur, which
is cleanand well groomed despite his apparent occupation. Pristine white, the
tip of his tail stands always motionless, regardless of his movements.
Several minor scars decorate his otherwise pure coat, patches of pale pink
skin veiled subtly by his fur. Chilling blue eyes peer out at the world, and
yellowing teeth shine brightly from behind the fierce snarl, which seems
permanently fixed upon his lips.
Role
The Bloodfang
Added Thu Mar 22 17:10:26 2007 at level 1:
I am Dalek. I am said to be cruel. Heartless. Savage. But I am misunderstood.
They say I am a cold-blooded murderer. They have called me the Bloodfang, for
my fangs will do anything to quench their thirst. But again, I am
misunderstood.
It is true, I have killed. And it is true, I will kill again. But there is
more to my story than that simple, undeniable fact.
I killed first as a young cub in Blackclaw. A guard came to my mother's hut.
He threatened her life, the life of her young. He threatened her, he
assaulted her, for only the few copper coins which she saved under her cot. I
do not regret what I did. I regret only the backlash.
The guards came to my hut in force. When the dust cleared, seven more corpses
lay next to the first. My mother, my brother and my two sisters were dead. As
were three more guards.
But no one believed my story. No one believed that I acted in defense. It was
said that I murdered my family. It was said that the guards were saints,
heroes even, coming to rescue the innocent from my bloodthirsty rage. Many
lies were spoken that day, and many were believed.
And so I left my home. That is to say, I fled it to save my own life.
I eventually made my home in Galadon. But Galadon was no better than
Blackclaw. The corruption, the threatening, the bullying, the... evil. It was
everywhere I turned.
And so I took action. I was a known murderer. A cold-blooded killer. I did
nothing to shed this title. I will not bore you with the details of my story.
But I have taken many more lives since that fateful day. Not one was an
innocent life. I am a killer, an assassin. But I am no murderer.
My life is not yet over. In fact, it has barely begun. But my path in life
has been set. Set by my actions, set by the morals instilled upon me by my
murdered mother. Set by the evil that insults these morals. And I will
cleanse this evil, cleanse it in the name of my murdered family, in the name
of all who are oppressed. Or I will breathe my last breath trying.
Outside the village
Added Sun Mar 25 16:18:20 2007 at level 15:
They mock me. And I laugh at them. Not until now did I know how despised my
race was outside the village. People are shocked to learn that I can speak,
and speak with some amount of thought. People are shocked to learn that I do
not murder children for sport. People are shocked that I have morality. I
should not be surprised. How many fela have I known with the same traits?
Beyond my family, I can think of none. Perhaps I am the only one left. I am
grateful for mother's instruction. I will not let her down.
I have learned much of the world. I have learned that my enemy's are great,
if not in skill and ability than certainly in number. I have learned that
allies are few, and those who might share my cause are incapable, or foolish.
I may well be alone in my quest. But it will not stop me.
I have learned also of an army that fights those I fight. They call
themselves the Maran. They are said to live in a great Fortress of Light. I
will go to them. I will see whether they are worthy allies. And whether their
numbers will complement my strength, or detract from it. I do not have great
hope, but I will see.
Until that time comes, I continue my fight alone. And I will not give up
until they are all destroyed. Every one of them.
The Guildmaster's opinion
Added Tue Apr 3 17:44:44 2007 at level 20:
Dalek.. yes. One of my more able pupils. Physically, at least. Mentally, and
emotionally, he seems somewhat.. unstable. But that may not be the best word
to use. No, it's like he's almost always angry. And uses it to drive him in
his lessons.
He abhors the Dark-elves who study here, and has caused more than a few
fights right in front of me. He seems to despise all who walk the dark path,
actually. But the curious thing, he seems hardly any more cordial to the
others. It's like he demands perfection from everyone, and if they aren't,
then they aren't good enough for him. See, he's friendly enough at first,
until he senses weakness, or sees some mistakes. Not that I blame him for
that.. I wouldn't want to get a dagger in my back because I couldn't trust my
allies. Funny thing is, with the other fela he's even worse. I don't even
know why he doesn't come out and say it. I think he hates them all for some
reason, he just won't admit it to himself.
But none of that really matters, does it? Like I said, he's one of my better
pupils. A quick learner, for a cat, and puts his lessons together well. I'm
sure the rest of it he just needs to grow out of. I heard a rumor he lived on
the streets for a while before coming here, maybe he just needs a family or
something. Just don't mention that to him. I mean that.
Family?
Added Sat Apr 21 17:08:48 2007 at level 32:
I am growing soft. I can see it, I can feel it. But I cannot stop it. I have
joined the Maran, in the Fortress of Light. I am one, in an army of many. I
am ordered by my superiors, and I follow their orders.
Like I said, I am growing soft. But I do not regret it.
Many members of the Fortress have earned my respect, my trust and my
admiration. The rest, by large, have their hearts in a good place. The rest
will come. They are worthy allies. More than I could have hoped, they are
worthy.
I realized recently that I've grown to care for these others. More than as
simple allies in a war. I was shocked. I have killed and I have died for
them. And even more shocking, they have done the same for me. I realized
today that I am not alone. For the first time in many years, I am not.
I say I am growing soft. But I do not grow weak. My strength remains, and is
expanded by those who fight at my side. The Captain was correct when he said
it. There is strength here, and it comes from each of us. And our strength
can be felt by our enemies. And they grow weak.
Our war can be won, and it will be. I will not let the Fortress down. My
allies, my friends.. my family. I will not.