Name: Dragoth
Age: N/A
Race: Dark Elf
Height: 6'5"
Weapons: I'll put a very rough picture made via Paint lol
Appearance. He wears a large black cloak, and black leather armor underneath. His hairstyle is black spikes, going backwards to his back, with red tips. Both blades are pitch black, and have red markings on them that seem to glow.
Style of Battle: My main changes in Dragoth are speed, he has become much faster and he uses two blades in a very quick manner instead of one. He will use magic less, as his control of fire will not be used as much.
Skills: Dragoth has two skills, His first is simple. He rushes the opponent in a quick burst of speed, which is a good opening to strike.
His second is his control of the element fire, which will not be used as much as I did before.
Bio:
Fire raced across the sky, the ground was broken up with molten rock. In the climax of this great battle, Dragoth flicked Akilroth in the air, caught it and charged at his opponent. He had many small injuries, but he was about to end it all at this very moment. One heavy boot in front of the other, in a very powerful battle charge. He lept foreward, for more momentum as he was only feet from his opponent. The man, who was just turning, took his pure white blade and met his with Akilroth.
Dragoth closed his eyes for a split second...All was won.
Dragoth felt something touch his body, now the whole thing was trembling. He opened his eyes, and saw blood to his right, he followed the blood with his eyes, and soon enough he saw it. A large slash was made across his chest. "Akilroth, AKILROTH where are you! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" He yelled. The man approached Dragoth, still trembling from the shock to his body. "Akilroth! What happened!" He looked to the left, and again to the right, and finally down to his right hand. It had been cut, but not badly. Under his hand was the ruins of Akilroth, the blade of fire. Shards of this blade stuck in the ground, while the handle and parts of the bottom of the blade were all that were left.
All was becoming a blurr, so much blood was leaving him, Dragoth had never felt such a horrible sensation in all his life. He soon felt anger, this man would not defeat him. He wouldnt allow it! He picked up the remains of Akilroth, picked up his mangled body, and thrust the worthless blade in the man's heart. Seeing the man look up at him, the man only muttered, "I've released a daemon" as he fell to the ground. Dragoth spun around, his anger was rising as he felt more and more pain. Soon the earth under him exploded, and the firey rock seemed to explode all around him. Dragoth smiled, as he fell into the earth.
Many days, or even years may have went by. Dragoth slept in the comfort of fire, and soon he recovered from his injuries. Finally after so much time asleep, Dragoth found some way to rise from the ground. His Akilroth had been replaced by new blades. Now he replaced his armor with lighter armor, and he had found his hairstyle to be different. Dragoth now was confused. He searched everywhere for the man he was, but he only found emptyness. For a year he traveled the earth, continuing his search. Then he found a man with a similar face to the man who nearly slain him.
That's when his eyes turned crimson, that's when he learned his newfound strength, and that, is when he learned to have fun once again.
Bio: 2
As he found himself in this new world, he found new weapons being used. Dragoth found those weapons to be useless against him, and he found this new generation of warriors to be again useless. Then he found something, a "Tournament of Arms" This was his calling, and so Dragoth made his way to it, in hope and ambition that he would find someone worth fighting...
__EDIT__
There's still open spots, right? >.> I'd hate to end up being the 9th person and being kicked out of the tournament.
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