| Davil Crawford; Davil Crawford | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 13 2011, 01:35 PM (51 Views) | |
| Davil Crawford | Mar 13 2011, 01:35 PM Post #1 |
|
Name: Davil Barnabus Crawford (Does not tell many people his middle name.) Age: 26 Physical Description: Davil Crawford’s face is young, but slightly gaunt; with a knowing, wise look about it that gives an illusion of age. His dark brown eyes, flecked with green, seem dull, but to the trained eye they glint with energy. There are scars dotted over his face, with three scratches across his cheek, a scar running down his face over his eye and a scar nicking the right corner of his mouth, giving a constant image of a slight grin, are the most noticable. His long brown hair runs down to his shoulders and is swept backwards behind his head so as to keep it out of his face. He wears a long, brown canvas Duster Coat, reaching down to his ankles, perfect for concealing weaponry. The coat has a long split down the back, designed to allow the jacket to fall on either side of a saddle. The duster has a few spots where it has ripped and been noticeably stitched back together there, showing that it has been damaged and well worn. Beneath his jacket he wears a thick Leather Jerkin to defend himself from some attacks, with thin metal patches of armour strapped on top of the jerkin in areas it is important to protect, such as over vital organs and over his shoulders. He also has this metal protection over his wrists on bracers to allow him to block attacks easier. He has a black long sleeved shirt beneath the jerkin and metal patching, however only the sleeves are visible. His trousers are made of black cloth, however his duster coat hides them most of the time, and he wears large laced up boots, metal plated on the front side of the boot and steel toe capped for protection. All this armour weighs down on him a fair amount, but it only cuts back his manoeuvrability as minimally as possible. His arsenal of weapons are concealed beneath his Duster Coat. He has a war hammer hanging from his belt, running down his leg. It has an iron head, with both a flat front and spiked back, and neck with intricate swirling silver patterns adorning it, along with a gold plated steel hilt and silver plated steel handle with a dyed bright red leather strap around it for the grip. He has a similarly decorated curving Kris Dagger also hanging from his waist, and on the other side from the long sword is a silver and gold cross with a sharpened bottom, which he used as a stake for slaying vampires when he was an Inquisitionist. Arguably however, his most powerful weapon is his growing power over the arcane, and a satchel attached to his hip holds a large tome of arcane knowledge and skills, which he is still working on deciphering. Background: Davil was born into a rich family, living in a large luxurious manor house in the countryside on the outskirts of London. As a child he would enjoy hunting with his father, a rich banker, tracking deer through the vast forest on their grounds, giving him skills which would come in incredibly helpful in his future. His mother was a housewife and would stay at home, helping the servants to cook and clean. When he was nine years old his father told him he was going out into the forests to hunt, however Davil could not join him on this outing. As Davil stayed home and sulked, helping his mother, time dragged on as slowly as possible. Late into the night and into the early morning, his father had still not returned. Davils mother told him that he would be fine, and that he would be back by the following morning. An hour later there was no sign of him, so Davil snuck out of the manor, leaving the comfort of his luxurious bedroom and heading out into the cold forest, clinging to his small hunting knife in one hand so hard his knuckles had turned white, and in the other he held a small lantern. He soon came across a forest clearing, and stepped into it. He noticed that there was a strange reflection of the moonlight running along the ground, and kneeling down to inspect it he noticed it was a deep red colour. Following the trail of blood, which was spread throughout the large clearing, he found a sickening sight. His father, leaning against a tree, a vacant look in his eyes which were set into his now pale face, with a short wooden stake grasped in one hand and a pistol just next to his other hand, as if it had been dropped. Davil collapsed to his knees, staring at his father’s corpse, tears welling up in his eyes and running down his face as his young mind tried to make sense of it all. He didn’t know how long he had been there, but when he was found it was far into the late hours of the morning. A group of men clad in black found him and took him and his father’s corpse back to his manor, where they broke the news to his mother. The men explained to them that they were Inquisitionists and Witch Hunters, and their father had been a member of their order as well. Davil was taken into their order and trained, where they explained that his father had been secretly training him to join the Inquisition during their hunting trips. His first assignment for his career in the Inquisition was to cleanse the woods surrounding his own manor house. He tracked the feral vampire that had killed his father like the beast it was and ended its life. His mother remained at the house alone, surviving off her husband’s riches, but slowly became less outgoing and more senile, with only the servants and the occasional visit from Davil to keep her company. He soon rose through the ranks of the Inquisition, but often asked himself why he was killing innocent or good people merely on the fear of the supernatural. He was sent on one assignment where he was told to kill a Healer in the slums of London who had been helping the impoverished in the area, curing diseases and illnesses, repairing fractured bones and feeding her hungry neighbours. He reluctantly killed her and confiscated her tome, keeping it for himself. After he heard of the crime and death rates in the slum rising as a cause of her death he began to doubt the inquisitions methods. Reading through the confiscated tome he became fascinated with the arcane, learning from the book and using the arcane powers in his assignments, but only carried out the assignments he felt were needed, killing murderers and rapists rather than healers and vigilantes, who’s deaths he helped fake rather than cause, aiding them in going underground and hiding out. Obviously he had to keep this secret from his superiors, if they were to find out about him sparing and even learning from the supernatural he would surely be killed. It was not until he was twenty three that he was discovered. He was hunted, just as he had hunted others for years, by those who were once his friends. He had been helping the impoverished in the same slum where he first had his epiphany after killing the Healer, trying to carry out the same job she had. He was soon discovered, after just a year, but due to knowing the inquisitionists methods he managed to escape. He went underground, hiding out from the Inquisition for two more years but has recently resurfaced and is working as a vigilante, fighting against the supernatural people who he judges to be evil, whether they’re guilty of murder, robbery or just blackmail, if they are abusing their power, he will be there. Personality: Davil has a fairly dark, cynical outlook on life due to seeing his father dead at nine years of age and having to kill countless people who he now realises were probably innocent, but if he gets to know someone he warms up a fair amount. He tends to be either scouting the streets, searching for people who he judges to be guilty, or nose deep in the tome he has had since he first fought the Healer in the slums, trying to advance his arcane powers. Wanted: £10 Edited by Davil Crawford, Mar 13 2011, 10:12 PM.
|
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · Character sign-up · Next Topic » |
| Theme: Zeta Original | Track Topic · E-mail Topic |
6:16 PM Jul 11
|







6:16 PM Jul 11