Darion
Pet Information
Pet Name: Darion
Owner: Ares
Theme / Type: Baby Lysador
Born: May 24, 2016
Gender: Male
MisticPal Name: Septimus
MisticPal Age: 3051 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 20 / 20
Strength: 25
Defense: 0
Speed: 20
Intellect: 20
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
Pet Profile
Darion drifted off into a dreary state between falling asleep and a deep slumber. The day had exhausted him, wandering into the North. Normally he was in good condition, used to a life in the jungle where he regularly fought the "Castigators", an elite group of the Africans that had invaded his homeland so long ago. He resented this cold blooded clan, as they were the ones who heartlessly killed his older brother. The jungles of Spain did not forgive weakness. Weakness meant a life of suffering, or even worse. Death. The North was different but by no means less lethal, it was cold and unforgiving, with a climate that Darion was not used to.
The cold wore on him, but he hid it well. He didn't want to show any weakness in front of his companions, people he barley knew, that willingly accompanied him. He didn't know why they had decided to do so, but they did nonetheless. He got the impression that they actually liked him. Why? This was something he did not yet understand, let alone comprehend. He was a very shallow and miserable person, unapproachable and sharp, a loner who kept to himself. He tried to keep people at a distance, constantly avoiding friendships. It simply hurt too much to lose someone, an experience he had suffered through more than once. He just couldn't bear the pain anymore.
Thankfully, the urge to find a place to rest finally dawned upon him, bringing a quick halt to the seemingly endless march. A ruined house was not too far off and at least offered some shelter from the violent cold winds. It's inhabitants were long gone, turned into dust along with the remaining contents of the ruin. Damp and miserable, but it would do for the night. Darion decided to lay his head down to rest, after yet another day without food. He had lost all enthusiasm to even consider eating, and the only thing he craved for was sleep. This worried him, becoming ill was the last thing he needed right now. After organizing who had to keep watch he lay down on the cold ground, trying to find sleep.
The sharp stones on the hard floor of the ruin dug into Darion's back and made sleep nearly impossible. He growled and sat up, blinking his heavy tired eyes. The young man pondered in silence, fiercely annoyed that he could not find the only thing that he could think about right now, sleep.
He looked up through the broken roof to see a small patch of the night sky, dark and misty. The clouds drifted way too fast from what Darion could judge, and everything looked as if all of the color had faded away. The bright red of his bandana he wore around his neck was dim, almost grey. Even his companions sleeping beside him looked pale, lifeless.
Darion let his gaze wander and stopped to where Fynn should have been sitting and keeping guard, but he was nowhere to be seen. Fynn had the first watch and it was very untypical for him to simply vanish, abandoning his duty. He was raised in a military order, trained to be reliable and loyal. He would never leave without telling someone.
Something tugged at the back of Darion's mind, so faint that he could not yet seem to grasp hold of it. He sighed and slowly stood up. Darion had to find out why Fynn had ran out of the ruined house. Perhaps he had heard something suspicious? One thing was for sure, he had to find Fynn.
With a last look at his two remaining companions he walked to what was once a door, now a broken plank of wood hanging askew on its hinges. Everything felt strange and Darion had forgotten that Kira and Marco had looked so odd earlier in the day. The twins seemed healthy, perhaps even in better condition, better adapted to the cold than himself.
The Hybrispanic ran a hand through his close-cropped hair, stopping at the door to look back once more. He could not figure out why, but he had the strange feeling that his companions may just vanish if he didn't. Both still lay on the floor, obviously sleeping. He shook his head to get rid of the strange feeling that had befallen him and walked out into the dark. Mist had formed on the barren ground and it was difficult to see any traces. The muscles in Darion's jaw tensed. Everything seemed to conspire against him. He circled the small building in hope to find Fynn near by. The young man didn't expect him to have gone far off, but there was no sign of Fynn, anywhere.
It was this time that Darion realized that everything around him was completely still and unnaturally silent. No eerie fox barks, not a distant howl of the big wild wolf-like dogs that roamed the tundra, no scraping of small animals, not even the wind, which he felt on his bare arms, could be heard. He shuddered and the fine hairs on his neck stood on end.
More to come soon...
Some information about Darion:
Darion is a character out of my story, which takes place in an post-apocalyptic Europe. He is a Guerillero fighting in the jungles at south of Spain to stop the "Castigators" from invading even deeper into Hybrispania (Spain).
More to come soon...
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Some pictures of Darion:
(Still need to redo the picture. This is an early version of him.)
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Description of Guerillero:
Name: Darion
Surname: Casado Arias
Gender: Male
Eye Color: grey
Hair Color: black with a hint of red
Height: 1,76 meter
Weight: 25 kg
Age: 26
Sexuality: Straight
Parents:
Mother dead (killed shortly after DarÃon was born), Father is a Hybrispanic Guerillero like his sons and his parents before but has a commanding position and stays in the headquaters at Madrid most the time.
Siblings:
DarÃon had an older brother who was brutaly slaughterd in front of him.
Apperance:
Athletic built, tanned, small scar under his right eye, right arm tattoed, Short cropped hair, stubbles, long scar of a sharp object from his right shhoulderblade down to his hip. 2 silver studs (earlap) in his left ear, 2 Earring (Piercing, ear loop), 2 silver studds and 2 ear rings (earlap) right ear. He most the time wears dark green combat pants, black combat boots a black combat vest and a bandana around his neck. He also seems to keep some minor gadgets from fallen fellows like a delicate silver neclace, a ring and an old machetee. All his cclothes look worn and used.
Behavior:
Self confident , arrogant, vengeful, hot-tempered, Hothead, suspicious, grave, rarely smiles, loyal. It is hard to win his trust. Deep hatred for the for the force that occoupies the south of his land (Spain), known as "Castigators".
Darion (c) by Ares
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