dromalignDec 22, 2014Dec 22, 2014 at 02:25 AM
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Name: Dro'Malign of Whisperfang
Age: 27
Race: Khajiit
Flair: Adorning a scar he received as a cub across the right side of his face.
Rumors: He is often not found until it is to late. He is the shadow in the dark alleys of all your cities, the omen under your bed, he moves with the night and embraces its dark arms.
Background: Hailing from the the beautiful yet unforgiving city of Senchal, Elsweyr Malign began his life like any other cub. That is, until he was captured by invading pirates while playing along the eastern most peninsula. He watched as his village was burned to the ground. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his father, taking on not one, but five men with his bare hands. One down, then two, now three, four and finally the fifth lay slain at his fathers claws. As young Malign struggles to break free of his captives his father hastens his pace towards their hut only to find his wife, Maligns mother, slain in a puddle of her own blood. His father lets out a vicious roar that was heard throughout the campaign! He then goes into unfitted rage of anger and begins to single-handedly devastate the bodies of his enemies with his claws. He cuts through them like blade through Elsweyre fondue! In his trance like state he begins to slowly lose control; he gets sloppy, fixed with mourning and anger! His movements begin to become un-calculated as he makes his slaughter when finally... he freezes, fixes his gaze on Malign and drops to his knees. An Argonian crafted arrow sticks from his back. Malign breaks free of his captives to rush to his father... he slides down to his side, his father waning in and out of consciousness. Malign pleads and pleads for his father to wake.... he does for one moment. Long enough to tell his son, "Don't do as this one has done my son, don't lose sight of your training, perfect the Whispering Fang... avenge your mother... NOW GO, LET THEM TAKE YOU FOR YOU WILL BE THE ONE, THE INFILTRATOR, BLOOD SOAKED VENGENCE!!!"....Malign was then dragged away, where he will bite his time for 20 years.
20 years have passed since his father commanded him to take up claw with the style of the Whispering Fang. 20 years those pirates have slaved him, fed him enough to survive, beat him, strengthened him. 20 years he waited....patiently for the right moment.
He is calculated. He is patient. He is consumed by the darkness in which he was born. He devastates the pirate camp where they have held him captive for so long, every enemy lay slain at his feet....none of them saw it coming. So precious is he, there was no chance to alarm neighboring scouts of the rebellion. He walks now, into the night, a master of the Whispering Fang, Dro'Malign of Whisperfang. Always in search of vengence
image no longer hosted — http://imageshack.com/a/img673/4231/zfocbm.png[/img]image no longer hosted — http://imageshack.com/a/img661/9011/uRb6Z9.png[/img]Name: Dro'Malign of Whisperfang
Age: 27
Race: Khajiit
Flair: Adorning a scar he received as a cub across the right side of his face.
Rumors: He is often not found until it is to late. He is the shadow in the dark alleys of all your cities, the omen under your bed, he moves with the night and embraces its dark arms.
Background: Hailing from the the beautiful yet unforgiving city of Senchal, Elsweyr Malign began his life like any other cub. That is, until he was captured by invading pirates while playing along the eastern most peninsula. He watched as his village was burned to the ground. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his father, taking on not one, but five men with his bare hands. One down, then two, now three, four and finally the fifth lay slain at his fathers claws. As young Malign struggles to break free of his captives his father hastens his pace towards their hut only to find his wife, Maligns mother, slain in a puddle of her own blood. His father lets out a vicious roar that was heard throughout the campaign! He then goes into unfitted rage of anger and begins to single-handedly devastate the bodies of his enemies with his claws. He cuts through them like blade through Elsweyre fondue! In his trance like state he begins to slowly lose control; he gets sloppy, fixed with mourning and anger! His movements begin to become un-calculated as he makes his slaughter when finally... he freezes, fixes his gaze on Malign and drops to his knees. An Argonian crafted arrow sticks from his back. Malign breaks free of his captives to rush to his father... he slides down to his side, his father waning in and out of consciousness. Malign pleads and pleads for his father to wake.... he does for one moment. Long enough to tell his son, "Don't do as this one has done my son, don't lose sight of your training, perfect the Whispering Fang... avenge your mother... NOW GO, LET THEM TAKE YOU FOR YOU WILL BE THE ONE, THE INFILTRATOR, BLOOD SOAKED VENGENCE!!!"....Malign was then dragged away, where he will bite his time for 20 years.
20 years have passed since his father commanded him to take up claw with the style of the Whispering Fang. 20 years those pirates have slaved him, fed him enough to survive, beat him, strengthened him. 20 years he waited....patiently for the right moment.
He is calculated. He is patient. He is consumed by the darkness in which he was born. He devastates the pirate camp where they have held him captive for so long, every enemy lay slain at his feet....none of them saw it coming. So precious is he, there was no chance to alarm neighboring scouts of the rebellion. He walks now, into the night, a master of the Whispering Fang, Dro'Malign of Whisperfang. Always in search of vengence
BloodSniperXIDec 23, 2014