Dima Skagash (COM)

[Dima]

I'M GONNA MARRY THE NIGHT,





"I will dare to raise my halberd towards the moon, for the hope that one day I will be able to pierce the heavens and destroy that false mockery of our glorious sun."

I WON'T GIVE UP ON MY LIFE,

NAME: I am Dima Skagash, have you praised the Sun Lord today?

GENDER: Male.

AGE: I think I’m somewhere in my early 30s.

AFFILIATION: Sun Clan, and proud of it!



GONNA MAKE LOVE TO THE STARS,

PERSONALITY: I am possibly the best commander material the Sun Clan has produced in a century; I am disciplined yet passionate, as brave a warrior as you’ll ever find, loyal to the death when it comes to my allies and my clan, and I have the strength to back it up! Of course, I do tend to get a little carried away when I’m cleansing the world of those Moon bastards, but that’s a story for later...

My duty to my clan stands above all else, obviously; I will do anything the elders tell me to do, without cowardly hesitation or invasive questioning, and if there ever may come a day where I must lay down my life to defend the honour and safety of the clan, I would not hesitate before fulfilling my destiny.


LIKES:

+ ALL PRAISE THE RADIANT SUN LORD, THE ONE TRUE GOD OF THIS WORLD!
+ I always maintain my weapons with great care, they are some of the few worldly items I feel a spiritual attachment to.
+ It makes me feel delighted from the depths of my heart to serve the elders, and by extension the entirety of my clan, in whatever way I can.
+ There is nothing more glorious and devout than erasing the heretical brood of the Moon from this world. I am His chosen warrior, and I will fulfil my destiny even if it will end in my death.
+ I find birds to be agreeable creatures. I sometimes use my time off to observe and sketch these creatures. I particularly favour Scarlet Macaws, such funny little fellows they are.

DISLIKES:

- The so-called ‘Moon goddess’ is but a pale, sickening imitation of our true god; both that abomination and all who would defend it will fall to the might of the Sun Lord, and I will make sure of that. Personally.
- An incompetent warrior will never enter my ranks. A sound beating is what awaits cowards, slackers, gluttons, turncoats, bootlickers...well, you get the idea.
- Sympathisers of the Moon Clan are no better than those heretics they support. They will be struck down with just as much fury if I ever discover one; I hope I never do...
- I cannot help but feel guilty when I am unable to perform my duties to the clan, be it because of injuries, orders or simply circumstances.
- Of all the insects on this earth that I cannot stand, I must say that I despise mosquitoes the most. Nasty little vampires that operate under the light of the false god...they must be crushed just like the filthy Moon Clan!

I'M NOT GONNA CRY ANYMORE,

HISTORY: My story is nothing special, one that you may have heard many times before.

I was born to a proud family of sentinels in a small settlement of the Sun Clan, in the days where the Clans were rapidly claiming the island’s lands for their own, erecting villages and outposts wherever they could find hospitable ground.

Naturally, this led to many conflicts over who owned what land, and where. Skirmishes often happened between settlements, and the results of these were uncertain. Most of the time, the attackers prevailed, better armed and possessing the element of surprise. Such was the case with my village.

They came under the cover of night, that sickening god of theirs hiding them in the darkness with a new moon. They weren’t noticed nor stopped until they had infiltrated the very heart of the village and killed our Elder. The sentinels tried their hardest to defend us, but the numbers and equipment of the heretics outperformed them in every aspect.

My entire family died that night, and my village went up in flames.

In the weak light of dawn, a salvage band from the Ember Village came by to check for supplies and survivors in the ashes, and I was found wrapped up safely in swaddling cloths, abandoned to die among the bodies of my family. My mother had suffocated from the smoke of the fires the heretics had lit. My father’s body was found not too far away in the adjacent Elder’s hut; his heart was pierced by a cruel arrow.

In his cold dead hands was the finest sword in the village, its edge crusted with blood and gore yet still sharp enough to draw blood with the slightest touch; Dawnbreaker. He had pulled it from its scabbard on the body of the village Elder and defended the Elder’s body until he was felled. After he had been given a hero’s burial along with my mother and the other valiant sentinels of the village’s resistance force, the scouts scooped me up and took me to the Ember Village.

There, I was taken in by the aging head sentinel and trained for as long as I can remember to take up both his and, by extension, my father’s mantle. Upon the day that I became of age and was inducted into the clan’s warband, he passed away.

Though that day was full of grief, night brought me new hope. An apparition of the Radiant Lord, Him, the God of the Sun, appeared to me. He told me that all his servants ascend to a better plane of existence, and that if I devoted my life to serving him I would be able to ascend just like my mentor.

He placed a heavy task upon my shoulders with that apparition; I was to become His crusader, and wipe the false goddess, the Moon, and all her worshipers from the world so that he may reclaim his place as the one true god of both day and night, bringing eternal enlightenment to all his sons and daughters.

I have held faith in him ever since, and as Head Sentinel I have brought His enlightenment to almost every corner of the Clan’s reach. Now, it is time for vengeance and cleansing. I will deliver unto the Moon heretics what they did to me.

Destruction. Despair. Fire and flames. I will cleanse them all, in the name of my Lord.


FAMILY:
I have nobody save for my clan that I may call family...

POWERS:

Indomitable Strength: I have yet to meet another warrior that can take on five fully armed Moon Clan sentinels with their bare hands and emerge from the fight alive.

No Pain, No Gain: Pain only fuels my power! Every attack that wounds me only makes me stronger, stronger, STRONGER!

Burn, Heretic, BURN: Whenever I am within 5ft of any fire, the flames begin to double in size and intensity every so often (every second post). It only makes sense; being a commander blessed by the sun, I inspire fire, an emissary of the Lord, to grow more powerful!

Solar Rage: In dire combat situations, if I work myself into a rage great enough, I can project a ring of spectral fire outwards in a 10ft radius with me as the center, knocking back and setting alight anything they touch. YES, BURN, BURN!


WEAPONS:

Fiery Doom (reference): The sword, Dawnbreaker, found clutched in my father’s hands when they found his corpse. I have since taken up his duty as a protector and warrior, and given a new name to it. Its shining blade will be the last thing many of the Moon’s heretics will see.

Moon-Eater: A halberd forged in the depths of the Boiling Prison, cooled with the blood of slain heretics; this is my most prized and favoured weapon, and one day, I will destroy the false goddess with it...but not before I have spilled an ocean’s worth of heretics’ blood for every nick they put in my blade.

Heartburn: An oakwood greatbow that I do not use often, for bows are the weapons of archers, and I may claim to be anything but that. However, sometimes force must be applied at a distance. Therefore, I do have a reasonable amount of prowess in firing this.

Skagash’s Warband: The finest warriors, trackers, archers and scouts the Sun clan has to offer are all at my command. They, like me, would not hesitate to lay down their lives for the survival of the clan.


DOWN THE STREETS I LOVE,

OOC NAME: Xubo

HOW DID YOU FIND US: I was always here, remember…?

PASSWORD: Moon Cookies...blech. Why not Sun Cookies?!

CUSTOM TITLE: The Sunlight Crusader/The Eternal Flame (Sun Clan) The Hellhound/The Walking Pyre (Moon Clan)

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Looking down on the small Moon Clan settlement from on top of the foliage-covered mountain-top, Dima spat on the ground in disgust. How dare they take those glorious sunlit plains for themselves?! Those were clearly the domains of the glorious Sun Lord, and he, Dima Skagash, was here to claim it back for Him. He turned and gave his men their orders.

“Remove this...this...aberration, warriors. You know what to do. Requisition all food supplies and valuables. Do not burn more than you must, for these fields are the property of Him, and we must not damage it...too much. Praised be the Lord.”

“Praised be the Lord...”

Creeping slowly and stealthily through the undergrowth, his warband made their way down the mountain, hidden by the falling dusk and thick forest canopy. As the first fires were lit in the hearths of the Moon Clan’s settlement, the first rays of the moon’s light reflected off the tips of a forest of spears and shortswords and the pommels of countless shields that had reached the foot of the mountain.

At the forefront of his troops, Dima once again turned to command them, this time with one simple command.

“Begin the cleansing, men.”

A hundred torches blazed to life in the night, and soon screams filled the burning plains.

“Praised be the Lord.”

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LYRICS FROM LADY GAGA'S "MARRY THE NIGHT".

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