Description
Before you is a man of medium height and light build. He wears
a silky black robe, tied at the waist by a golden rope. His hood
does not cover his head, but falls halfway down his back, leaving
his head exposed. Fiery red hair curls its way down his back,
swaying gently in the breeze. His skin is unusually tanned and
clean for one with such fair hair. He fashions a fluorescent blue
rune upon his left cheek that seems to pulse as if in rhythm with
his heartbeat. A fresh scar has been bitten into his lower right
cheek, blood slowly trails down to his chin and falls silently to the
ground. His eyes match the color of his belt rope, golden, and
you detect something mischievous about the way he looks.
Role
Dupayne's Past
Added Wed Dec 29 10:46:52 2004 at level 15:
Dupayne Boed'ar was born of noble parents in the Temple of Loch
Grymnear, far away from Galadon in the northern-eastern corner of
Thera. Loch Grymnear, like all cities, is inhabited by both the good
and the bad, the Orderly and the less so. To the young Dupayne,
the darker side of existence always held the most attraction. He
was fascinated by the bizarrely clad worshippers of strange deities
such as Iukuru, the forgotten God, whose devotees always went
about completely swathed in thick black robes. When he reached
the age of sixteen, he sneaked into Iukuru's shrine during a mass,
and learnt why his worshippers were always dressed so as part of
ther initiation, burning brands were applied to their faces and
bodies, causing great weals and scars. If the scars formed
themselves into Iukuru's runes, the acolyte was accepted; if not,
he was taken from the temple and disposed of. Dupayne was
caught that night, lurking in the shadows at the rear of the temple,
after accidentally kicking over a large brass candle-stand. He was
given a simple choice-either to take the test of the flame, or to die
there and then.
The burns were made, and they formed themselves into Iukuru's
runes before the disappointed eyes of the high priest. Dupayne was
suddenly an initiate of Iukuru, the forgotten God! Fearing what his
parents would say when they saw his face, Dupayne fled Loch
Grymnear on board a merchant's ship bound for the Ruined City and
then a caravan to Galadon.
The journey Begins
Added Fri Jan 28 05:36:56 2005 at level 37:
Dupayne's trail went cold on Thera for some time, apart from a
number of uncomfirmed reports of a pirate mage with a heavily
scarred face who served with a captain operating out of V'Dramir's
Cove. Nine years after he fled Loch Grymnear, Dupayne turned up
in Seantryn Modan, the large city on the extreme south-eastern tip
of Thera. It was rumored that he had been spending his time with
the master necromancer of the city, learning the nuances of his
black art and had found a new home in his chambers. He had
learned about the Becoming and the transition into the undead.
The Lich, the Vampire and the Mummy. With his newfound wisdom
came a newfound dark desire. A desire that was with him day
and night, never leaving him, tormenting his dreams, riddling his
thoughts. He could taste blood on his lips and he liked it.
It was a cold night and after much bloodshed that Dupayne's goal
was about to become more real. A voice beckoned him to a hidden
shrine where at his mind and soul was evaluated. He could feel
the Muse eating away his outer shell to peer deep within his being.
Destiny was with him that night and a life of pain was promised.
The Muse left Dupayne with a deep, bloody wound from her teeth,
a wound that refuses to close to this day as a reminder of who he
is and what it is that awaits him. The scar looks remarkably like
the outline of a bloody, waxing moon, almost as if the Muse used
his face as a canvas for her art. He was also left as a dreaded
servant of the Eternal Night. His desire for unholy power and death
had just grown tenfold.