Post by Lord Devlen Darkbroode on Jan 21, 2013 20:35:08 GMT -6
Name: Devlen Darkbroode
Aliases: Lord Devlen, The Wicked One, Lord of the Dematri
Age: 87
Gender: Male
Species: Dematri
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: N/a
Place of Birth: Saitarus
Physical Appearance:
The Wicked One, Outfit One, Outfit Two, Outfit Three, Outfit Four
Abilities:
Mancery:
Fire: The average control of fire to create fire balls and explosions.
Anti-Gravity: His ability to distort gravity in order to clear long distances in a single leap.
Phase-Shift: Considered the staple of his powers, he can phase between solid objects for a very limited amount of time often used to get through walls or doors but sometimes used in combat as a defense.
Push and Pull: Control over the energy around him to forcefully push or pull a target to or away from him.
Weapons:
Doomnium Katana; Royal Lue'Zhan Ja Tulzu Katana: Devlens staple weapon made from the extremely dense metal known as Doomnium which is extremely rare and only found in certain parts of Saitarus.
Doomnium Wakizashi; Royal Lue’Zhan Ja Tulzu Wakizashi: Devlens side melee weapon made from the same material, like the Katana it was made especially for him being decorated with the Lue’Zhan and Emperor markings.
Dematri Hex Revolver; Royal Lue’Zhan Ja Tulza Revolver: His trusted side arm being a six shot revolver based around the Hex Slingshot technology seen on Dematri war cruisers.
Doomnium Claw: The armored left arm of Devlen acts as protection and a weapon with its dense material and sharpened claws. The arm is fully functional and can grasp weapons.
History:
Not much is known of the past for the one called Devlen. When he appeared on the shores of Castillia he made sure to write his name in history by cutting down the royal army with his Lue’Zhan. Devlen would skyrocket himself to the top of the most wanted list within Castillia during the short war and when his father was assassinated Devlen took over ruthlessly beating back an Ajerian offensive and and took lady Cyris as his personal body guard. For Devlen, his time was spent with politics for the time being, messages from across seas lead him to crossing the Chaos army and he brought the fight to them.
In his absence the Kingdom was looked over by his delegates, Devlen and Cyris along with several hundred warships sailed for the unknown lands where they crossed the Chaos lords and utterly destroyed them. He claimed the land sending word back to the mother land to take control of it before it fell to lost hands. The Dematri army moved on back to the capital where Devlen and Cyris would settle for a short while being stuck back into the world of politics. The two, Cyris and Devlen, would marry and attempt a life of peace.
This was until the prison tower exploded releasing the Ajerians once again. “What do you think caused it,” Devlen asked Cyris looking at the ruins from the old village port.
“The Ajerians are loose,” Cyris simply said to him. She knelt down and placed her hand against the ground. A moment later the entire ground lit up with different paths of green energy, it traced out footsteps, drag trails, and even hidden areas. Both of her eyes began glowing brightly until she stood up and the energy in the area faded away again, “They scattered. By essence they could be everywhere in this city. The Judgment were also present… And a true blood.”
“True blood?”
“Yes, a living Ajerian, one of the last of his kind. The feeling of his power, it’s ancient,” She brushed the dirt off her hand and looked at Devlen with concern in her face, “Devlen, a full blooded Ajerian is a fearful creature. The ancients wrought fear in even the Knights of Chaos, Amon, the leader of the Abysmal Knights feared the Ancients wrath. They are legends and myths feared by all demons in the underworld. If this is truly what it seems, we may be facing the worst nightmare Castillia has ever seen.”
Devlen looked around at the setting and began to smile, “If that’s all, then this will be easy.”
“There’s something odd about this…”
Devlen began at once setting up defensive measures in order to halt an uprising. He sent message to Saitarus to send additional troops. There were a lot of preparations to take before the strike would happen, if it would happen. For starters, Devlen moved the Lue’Zhan out away from the throne room spreading them to strategic positioning throughout the lands of Castillia. This thinned out Devlens guard considerably leaving him wide open to assassination attempts, just as he wanted it. If an assassination attempt was put on his life, he had a chance to capture the assassin and interrogate them for information. Of course, this relied on the off chance that he would be attacked.
Devlen was standing on the overlook to the city and watched as several explosions took out large sections of town, each one a different color than the last. His eyes widened as more explosions lit the area up, “What is happening?” The Ajerian War had begun. The explosions he was watching were Ajerians self-destructing their power into miniature atomic bombs. Whoever was behind the attacks knew of the Ajerian physiology, they had to be ancient in order to fully understand the extent of the explosion an Ajerian could put off.
Cyris never returned to Devlen leaving him to believe she had died in battle. He fought his way through Ajerians until he faced off against the Old One and went to combat against the elder True Blood Ajerian. The Ajerian retreated after several skirmishes to the Tenth gate and Devlen followed bringing the fight head on to the Ajerian and eventually cutting him down. The lost power of the true blood warrior opened the tenth gate completely and Devlen stared into it.
It took a year maybe two before he decided throwing things through the portal was deemed safe. He set up a legion of a hundred men and together they marched through the gates ending up in Genesis.
Aliases: Lord Devlen, The Wicked One, Lord of the Dematri
Age: 87
Gender: Male
Species: Dematri
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: N/a
Place of Birth: Saitarus
Physical Appearance:
The Wicked One, Outfit One, Outfit Two, Outfit Three, Outfit Four
Abilities:
Mancery:
Fire: The average control of fire to create fire balls and explosions.
Anti-Gravity: His ability to distort gravity in order to clear long distances in a single leap.
Phase-Shift: Considered the staple of his powers, he can phase between solid objects for a very limited amount of time often used to get through walls or doors but sometimes used in combat as a defense.
Push and Pull: Control over the energy around him to forcefully push or pull a target to or away from him.
Weapons:
Doomnium Katana; Royal Lue'Zhan Ja Tulzu Katana: Devlens staple weapon made from the extremely dense metal known as Doomnium which is extremely rare and only found in certain parts of Saitarus.
Doomnium Wakizashi; Royal Lue’Zhan Ja Tulzu Wakizashi: Devlens side melee weapon made from the same material, like the Katana it was made especially for him being decorated with the Lue’Zhan and Emperor markings.
Dematri Hex Revolver; Royal Lue’Zhan Ja Tulza Revolver: His trusted side arm being a six shot revolver based around the Hex Slingshot technology seen on Dematri war cruisers.
Doomnium Claw: The armored left arm of Devlen acts as protection and a weapon with its dense material and sharpened claws. The arm is fully functional and can grasp weapons.
History:
Not much is known of the past for the one called Devlen. When he appeared on the shores of Castillia he made sure to write his name in history by cutting down the royal army with his Lue’Zhan. Devlen would skyrocket himself to the top of the most wanted list within Castillia during the short war and when his father was assassinated Devlen took over ruthlessly beating back an Ajerian offensive and and took lady Cyris as his personal body guard. For Devlen, his time was spent with politics for the time being, messages from across seas lead him to crossing the Chaos army and he brought the fight to them.
In his absence the Kingdom was looked over by his delegates, Devlen and Cyris along with several hundred warships sailed for the unknown lands where they crossed the Chaos lords and utterly destroyed them. He claimed the land sending word back to the mother land to take control of it before it fell to lost hands. The Dematri army moved on back to the capital where Devlen and Cyris would settle for a short while being stuck back into the world of politics. The two, Cyris and Devlen, would marry and attempt a life of peace.
This was until the prison tower exploded releasing the Ajerians once again. “What do you think caused it,” Devlen asked Cyris looking at the ruins from the old village port.
“The Ajerians are loose,” Cyris simply said to him. She knelt down and placed her hand against the ground. A moment later the entire ground lit up with different paths of green energy, it traced out footsteps, drag trails, and even hidden areas. Both of her eyes began glowing brightly until she stood up and the energy in the area faded away again, “They scattered. By essence they could be everywhere in this city. The Judgment were also present… And a true blood.”
“True blood?”
“Yes, a living Ajerian, one of the last of his kind. The feeling of his power, it’s ancient,” She brushed the dirt off her hand and looked at Devlen with concern in her face, “Devlen, a full blooded Ajerian is a fearful creature. The ancients wrought fear in even the Knights of Chaos, Amon, the leader of the Abysmal Knights feared the Ancients wrath. They are legends and myths feared by all demons in the underworld. If this is truly what it seems, we may be facing the worst nightmare Castillia has ever seen.”
Devlen looked around at the setting and began to smile, “If that’s all, then this will be easy.”
“There’s something odd about this…”
Devlen began at once setting up defensive measures in order to halt an uprising. He sent message to Saitarus to send additional troops. There were a lot of preparations to take before the strike would happen, if it would happen. For starters, Devlen moved the Lue’Zhan out away from the throne room spreading them to strategic positioning throughout the lands of Castillia. This thinned out Devlens guard considerably leaving him wide open to assassination attempts, just as he wanted it. If an assassination attempt was put on his life, he had a chance to capture the assassin and interrogate them for information. Of course, this relied on the off chance that he would be attacked.
Devlen was standing on the overlook to the city and watched as several explosions took out large sections of town, each one a different color than the last. His eyes widened as more explosions lit the area up, “What is happening?” The Ajerian War had begun. The explosions he was watching were Ajerians self-destructing their power into miniature atomic bombs. Whoever was behind the attacks knew of the Ajerian physiology, they had to be ancient in order to fully understand the extent of the explosion an Ajerian could put off.
Cyris never returned to Devlen leaving him to believe she had died in battle. He fought his way through Ajerians until he faced off against the Old One and went to combat against the elder True Blood Ajerian. The Ajerian retreated after several skirmishes to the Tenth gate and Devlen followed bringing the fight head on to the Ajerian and eventually cutting him down. The lost power of the true blood warrior opened the tenth gate completely and Devlen stared into it.
It took a year maybe two before he decided throwing things through the portal was deemed safe. He set up a legion of a hundred men and together they marched through the gates ending up in Genesis.
