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Derlon Rastlan
Name: Derlon
Age:17
Grade:11th

Appearance:
Human Form:
Derlon

Depending on the form hes taking Derlon looks several ways....
Height (True Human):5'7
Weight (True Human):158 pounds
Build: Semi Lean/Muscular
Right handed.

Shin'Terak
Height:( Shin'Terak):7'2
Weight:( Shin'Terak): 245 pounds

Avatar
Height:(Avatar):8'5
Weight:(Avatar) 290 pounds

True Human:
Derlon looks like a natural human of around 20 years of age in this form.Moderatley well built and with an air of strength about him he is a formidable person.Black shaggy hair hanging around the length of his shoulders and grey eyes add to his unnerving appearance.His eyes carry a certain wolfish quality,his teeth are also longer and sharper then a natural humans even in this form,the only real sign of his natural self.Normally he wears a black t shirt,just tight enough to show off muscle without being constricting.Black jeans with a leather belt,the only relief of the blackness a solid silver wolves head belt buckle.In this form he carrys over some of the strength of his wolfen form,and ample skills as a swordsman but little else,beyond heightened yet not quite wolf like senses.

Unseen wise he has a long jagged scar running along his forearm from where a lucky swordsman slashed his skin..the swordsman in question was actually a demon in human guise however.His eyes possess a glint of hope and life which few possess these days as hopeless as things may seem.He is known for his seeming intense aura of calm even under the most depressing and difficult situations.

Shin'terak
Derlon becomes what would normally be called a werewolf...yet much worse in ways.... He becomes about a foot and a half taller,his clothing melting into his body by some strange fashion.. he grows jet black fur all over his body,a deeper black then the most shadow scorn night.... His head takes on full wolfen qualities,eyes turning a dark black color with red,almost flame like pupils.His hands,now claws gain razor sharp claws capable of rending through most materials,easily through human flesh and bone.Most noteable of this form is its immense physical power combined with agility,as well as combined with its abilities in the Shin'terak magics (which will be contained in volumes,in the notes section..)


Del'ak
The Del'ak transformation is primarily used for travel,when speed and stealth are of the essence,although powerfull in its own right it is no equal to the Shin'terak.The Del'ak resembles a large wolf only with one obvious diffrence,the huge black leather like wings on its back,although when folded into the body are almost unnoticeable.The Del'ak's main asset as stated is agility,whether flying or running it is hard to catch with normal means,although still capable of magic in this form,it is not preffered because of its vulnerability,and casting spells would waste time better served moving,as well as concentration for those uncapable of mental casting.In over all looks this form is about the same in fur and eyes,although the claws are less present for the sake of ease in running,although they are retractable in this form to prevent obvious problems with running to begin with.

Avatar Form:
Much like the True Shin'Terak form...save that it is something only Derlon can use.Instead of Black the fur of this form is a bright almost metallic silver,and its eyes become a deep set blue.His power increases exponentially.Also..the two red battle axes normally associated with the Shin'Terak form are melded together...creating one long silver Katana.His height again increases by about another foot and the body becomes more muscular,but also takes on a more lithe and sleek look.

Powers:
Shin'Terak magic is based loosely upon anchient black arts lost for centuries until the gift was reborn again within the Shin'Terak.Elementally it is most usefull with Fire and Earth based spells,The powers of each overall varying depending upon the caster,all those born with the ability are born to a natural element of Magic.Those found with the ability are shipped away from home at a very young age,to be properly trained in the arts,as well as the teaching of actual magic use.

Unlike most forms of magic,the Shin'Terak only need to think their spell into existence for it to come into effect,rather then speak words of magic,or perform any movement which would take away from their fighting.Thus adding an element of surprise capability to their magic as it is only known when brought into existence there is no warning before it appears.Not all mages of the race can do this however...a gifted few subjected to years of meditation are capable of such things.The principal being the spells are so ingraned into their brains that it is almost second nature to them,they need only think it to have it happen.This includes the first basic transformation (see above)

Derlons sword-Des'Dekar or Devils Fury in Shin'terak is an ornate yet field effective blade.Wrought into existence by normal and magical means many ages ago... by his forefathers,it has been passed on to the eldest male of the family for generations.The Blade is bonded to him as it has been all users until death parts them of it.Even then the blade is bonded to their succesor... which is part of the reason the blade has never passed from the bloodlines hands,another being they were rarely bested in battle and tended to die more often then not...of natural causes.It is crafted of a black steel,unfamiliar to most reigons of the galaxies,with a red inscription running along the blades edge reading. "The shadow of death....is life itself..." written in firey red letters,written in an ornate anchient script along the edge of the blade near the pommel.

(i was uncertain whether or not items of no special power or ability beyond a thorough desc classified a power.If it is,consider it not in use.)

Personality:
(Explanation is primarily of the wolfen voice in his mind)
Although fighting neither strictly for good or evil,Derlon possesses a nagging sense of duty rather then a mortal sense of good and evil,which prevents him from acts to far down the spectrum viewed as evil.Such a state is non existant in the Shin'Terak mind,as they only see what must be done for the greater...good is a term used loosley here as they have no concept of this as stated before.He will fight where his sense of duty pulls him,normally landing him on the side of good.Although he is also known to switch sides given enough reason to do so,and if he feels the need is strong enough,do not mistake this for a lack of loyalty however.

Friendship and honor are key in the Shin'Terak's mind set,and betraying a friend is the equivelant of killing a family member or loved one,their honor is destroyed and all hope of a life afterwards shattered...most Shin'Terak who suffer this go into the bleakness...a state of mind so desolated and lonely they wander off into regions unknown,never to be seen or heard from again...some say fighting the various monsters and elements of the wastes to regain their sense of honor once more...none do however.

(Derlon himself)
He is generally a friendly person,willing to lend a hand or listen to someones problems without question,although he does have a volitale temper thats difficult to defuse once ignited,and once angered is prone to violent recourse on the one who caused it.He is fiercly protective of his people and would willingly die to protect them should the need arise..His temper hides a compasionate nature which he rarely shows,except to those he cares about greatly opting instead to keep his distance from others to better concentrate on his duties as a leader.

Cold and calculating on the outside,seemingly malevolant and almost demonic,kind and helpfull once you get to know him.That would be him in a nut shell...hardly the true man beneath the cold exterior.He is generally very willing to help others in whatever task he can use his abilitys to do so.He possess a very kind heart although betrayed.His trust is hard to gain,but once you have it you can count on him to stick by your side unless you show him reason to do otherwise.As stated his primary flaw is that he can be very easily angered at times,he has a few buttons that are unsafe to push.Should his rage be pressed he can become quite violent and dangerous to all around him save close friends and loved ones.
He has a fascination with Medieval weaponry and culture that is almost insatiable and strives to collect as much as possible to glean greater knowladge.

He was a wild,uncontrollable side that very few see.If he gets psyched up,or extremley excited a massive personality shift can seem to take place.One thing that never changes though.... he will lay down his life for his friends if push comes to shove,although he would much rather just get them the hell outta dodge.He also posses's what most call natural leadership qualities.He is an exceptional listener,to anyones point of view,and thinks out his actions.but,not to excess so he misses chances and waits too long.He can at times act on impulse,but allows his instincts to tell him when and if this is neccisary.So it normally turns out for the better.

He is noted as having a very chivalrous attitude,not uncommon for someone of his upbringing.However,unlike most he lacks the flamaboyance and somewhat foolishness attached to most acts of chivalry.He performs his deed's with a quiet sense of calm and as if he mearly did what he did because it was the right thing to do at the moment.This has of course raised the occasional eyebrow,but not in a bad way.

By and large,Derlon has a very strict code of ethics he was taught since he was born by his human parents,then reinforced later by his wolfen family.He has a strict line between right and wrong yielding to very little of a grey area,as would some.If challanged,he will defend his views to the point of violence should he be pressed far enough,to a degree of passion that some viewed as odd in a man like himself.Needless to say he would never side with those forces whom he deem's "Evil" although he has potential to be a fearsome ally to those he calls friend,for he defends any and all ideals he believes in with his utmost ability.

If his ethics are rigid,then his trust is even moreso.It takes alot to gain Derlons real trust,but if it is gained his Ethics and beliefs ensure that one could never find a more reliable and giving ally,should he deam your cause to be worthwhile,and embrace that which you belive in.As for his own beliefs he will fight and argue for those of others he brings into his confidence.

In regard to his view/appearance to others...he would best be called arrogant,with a hard to swallow self assurance combined with his rigid ethics.He is a tough person to tolerate alot of the time,that is if one only see's him for the arrogant,harsh mistrusting aura he seems to eminate in speach and in appearance.Whether this stems from his grim mistrust of others,or just as a result of his bloody past no one will ever know.

FYI:When writing,the spirits voice is indicated by * * and or blue text typically.The spirit resides in and can only be heard by Derlon.Anyone with empath or telepath powers would find a split and confused mind.Thusly their powers would for the most part be ineffective.




History:
History:Born in a small town in the U.S.A,he had a happy childhood up until around age 7,when his power began manifesting itself he could here and see better than normal people,the people feared him and avoided him at all times,he soon grew hateful of the others since they could not understand him,and hated him so.One day he ran away from home and had been living on his wits and then suddenly he made his first actual transformation and he ran wild for several weeks unable to control his own mind.when he finally returned home,or at least he hoped to,but his parents shunned him still and sent him away to school,and well here he is.Now he may not return becuase the people who used to be friends and family hate and fear him....

And now....a small scene from Derlons flight from home....
"Goddammit Derlon,get out of my house!" a voice roars from inside a small two story house...pale in the fading light of the day,a struggle can be heard inside briefly followed by a woman screaming. "Stop it! Stop it both of you!" and a loud crash,a figure clad in black rushes from the door a loud crash sounding as the door knob smashes into the stone siding of the house,but he didnt care...he had to get away now,then...his father appeared in the doorway holding a rifle,aiming at Derlons retreating back. "Die you freak!" he crys a maniacal gleam in his eye,just as he pulls the trigger Derlons mother strikes him from behind knocking off his aim,as Derlon dissapears into the trees......

Later..

heavy breathing,and crunching steps running hard announce Derlons still panicked retreat through the woods,branches tear at his skin and clothes as he runs,slashing into his face he was numb to pain now... he felt as if he would collapse from sorrow..thrown out..hated by his own family...those he had trusted and loved for so long...gone,he slows his run sweat running down his face irritating his scratched bleeding skin. *Ill have to find a new home.....somewhere i wont be feared...* his last thoughts before stumbling wearily down the trail....for what seemed like forever,then finally...his solace came into view...he had arrived at the school.

(a scene from an encounter Derlon had with his spirit half)
Derlon stands on a summit high up in the Dragoon Mountains,Trenchcoat flapping lightly in the wind behind him as he stands their eyes closed,motionless,his eyes slowly open gazing hard out at the horizon,he forms the blue bands on his arms and legs restraining him to the maximum he can stand,and forms the black blades in his hands with ease as they feed off the anger today had caused him,they glow eerily dark in his hands as if absorbing all light in the area,as he begins practicing his forms and techniques,moving fluidly between stances,concentrating his energys as if fighting an enemy no one else can see but him,in reality fighting his own mind as much as the air as his wolf side rages at him again urging him to kill,to taste blood again,he firmly clamps down on it continueing to train,still feeling it's voice resound in the back of his mind."This is strange.....its never come out and talked to me like this like it has recently..normally it rested in the back of my mind...comenting quietly,now it rages as if insane..am i insane i wonder? am i losing my mind from my connection with this wolf spirit.." he says at a normal tone as if expecting an answer he sighs leadenly and resumes his training.*I was hopeing saying it to myself would help...i was wrong i guess its still there..*

Derlon growls under his breath and dissipates the blades,and sits down on the edge of the cliff he had been training on looking down on the ground below with a mixture of contempt and thought.*Why do you resist me so much Derlon? you wish to kill as much as i do,i can feel it,and yet you wont.* The wolfs murmurs at him.Derlons shoulders sag slightly.*I dont kill because i enjoy it....and im certainly not going to change for some wacked out voice in my head...* The wolf growls inside his head and Derlon smirks.*You wont be able to resist me forever...you will either go mad or stop resisting,i dont see why you still do,no one cares its obvious...i mean look whats happened...* Derlons eyes glint and he frowns *Thats going too far* he roars at it mentally jumping to his feet. *If no one cares as you think,why dont i just jump? ill end you at the same time.* The wolf backs down slightly.. *Dont be hasty....although you cant destroy me with your death,i am but a spirit after all...go ahead jump...smash yourself,ill laugh the whole way.* Derlon sighs and sits down again his head lowered.*Ill figure a way to keep myself from going insane spirit....and i wont let you take over either.* he sighs and flings a rock down the cliff side,deep in thought.


Derlon laughs mirthlessley at his own thoughts of taming the spuirit"Tame it? its all i can do to keep it from destroying you where you stand Van,this spirit has existed longer than i can imagine,it knows exactly what buttons to push to make me do as it wishes,i can resist it to a degree." his fists clench and begin loosing their color from the lack of blood flow as he tries to keep himself in control,.


Derlon continues talking and snarling under his breath,as if trying to make sense of everything,he speaks to it for a change instead of letting it come to him.*Tell me spirit...why me? why did you choose to torment me.* Derlon notices that for the first time in a long time he was actually sad,feeling he had no way out...the spirit finally answers *I chose you,because when i found you you already had the wolfen powers,just dormant..sure you could transform unwillingly..i gave you the power to control it..and later your magic,you cant hate me for giving you the power to save peoples lives Derlon...* Derlon growls angerly at it.*Save peoples lives?!? and what has that gained me spirit tell me? loneliness,hatred,depression..pain,oh yes you've given me pain beyond human comprehension thank you spirit....* he says dryly.*No matter...you will surrender to me eventually..they all do in the end.* Derlons fury builds at that and he lets loose a loud inhuman howl of pain and fury that can be heard throughtout the mountains.
The spirit continues taunting Derlon *What was that? your last cry of defiance before submitting? you will fail as you always have Derlon,so many people respect you although i dont know why,humans are odd creatures at best,but they should FEAR you.* Derlon snarls and laughs mirthlessley *Fear me? you dont know as much as you think spirit,if people didnt fear me then why can i not return home? that was your doing as well.* The wolf is silent for a moment then continues. *Still,why do you resist me,those who you thought cared for you havent shown their faces when you need them,only an enemy,one you should have happily killed but didnt to resist me...you are a fool and a failure* the voice trails off and for the first time in his life Derlon nearly cried.

Derlon sits stone still on the edge of the cliff he'd been on for some time now,except a slight shaking of his body from how hard he was clenching his fists in an effort to control his emotions,he loosens his grip feeling a slight almost distant pain and looks at his hands now bloody where he'd dug his fingers deep into the skin,ignoring the blood he puts his head in his hands looking over the edge almost wistfully.*If only it were that easy...just fall,die..end the torment...make the pain finally go away....* He growls looking down and his eyes flash as he vents his pent up energy on a large boulder blasting it into dust with a magic beam.*See? you like the power I give you Derlon....allow me to control,and we will crush anyone who stands in your way...anyone.* Derlon frowns.*I already told you,fool spirit i wont submit to your wishes if i can help it,my hands are stained with the blood of too many now as it is...i don't aim to add more.* He glances at the blood running down from his palm and down his face and ignores it,The wolf continues as if he hadn't spoken *Blood...yes blood,to taste blood again,feel the thrill of the Kill,that is what i desire most of all Derlon.* Derlon snarls at the spirit.*You will never even smell blood again if i can help it spirit,unless it be my own which you cannot touch,unless you are that eager to try and find a new body....*
*A new body? now why would i need to do that Derlon,i can keep you from dying in most ways if i so desire,and if you keep me from fulfilling my thirst for killing,ill turn you on yourself for my amusement,and stop just before you die.* Derlon growls at him in his head,still staring over the cliffs edge a light trickle of blood flowing from his hands still.*And what would that gain you? in that moment of weakness could you control me perhaps? not likely.* The wolf laughs at him.*I could control you,but it wouldnt aid me to do so against your will,maybe if you killed your friends off instead....but you wouldnt do that Derlon,your too soft,too weak.* Derlon grits his teeth and shakes his head trying to silence the voice.*I would never kill anyone for you spirit,didnt i prove that?* The wolf growls *You wont stop me forever,what will you do? spend your days up here,forever,lonely and hated as always,yo what end Derlon? to stop me?"* The wolf laughs sarcastically at him.

Derlon sighs heavily,knowing the wolf is right to a degree and hating it.*No one cares spirit,but just the same i do try and protect them,yes even from myself,im not going to let you kill them,ill sooner jump from this cliff* Derlon finally lowers his hands leaving his face streaked with dirt and dryed blood,as well as his hands,by now if the wof could be seen he'd be grinning knowing he was winning,however slowly.*If you know no one cares Derlon,then why suffer for them? what do they mean to you? Nothing...absolutley nothing,if they returned the feeling they'd try and help you now,but they dont,you are alone as you have been,and always will be,an alone,hated failure.* Derlon stands again peering over the edge with a strange gleam in his eye,toes barely grazing the edge,the spirits voice comes again slightly nervous.*Now,dont do anything crazy Derlon,you know you dont want to die,sure lie to yourself,say its for the greater good,but inside you are crying,scared witless and you know it.* Derlon mearly grins a wry sort of sad grin.*And why do you care so spirit? if i die you get a new,more willing body to work with,and no one will know diffrent anyway....after all no one will notice.*

Derlon's foot shifts on the very edge of the cliff,and several small rocks clatter to the ground far below,his eyes could have frozen water as cold as they seemed then,the dim light of early morning playing off them,the wolf grumbles at him *What is it now Derlon,2 days without sleep? do you resist me so hard you cannot sleep? or is it perhaps the dreams....* Derlons frowns and his gaze hardens if thats possible.*ENOUGH!* he yells in his mind,and relaxes slightly calming his fury again.*The dreams mean nothing to me spirit...they concearn no one and nothing....* The wolf chortles in the back of his mind.*Nothing and no one? then why do you wake in a cold sweat after having one of them? i may not be able to see your dreams Derlon,but i can feel your fear,and you are the most afraid after one of those dreams,its almost laughable really.* Derlon growls and shifts as if to step over the edge.*What i dream about is no concearn of yours,you would only use it to torment me further anyway...*He sighs heavily black trenchcoat flapping noislessly in the wind,as he peers over the edge,and the wolf laughs again *How right you are....you learn quickly,dont bother jumping that fall wouldnt kill you,id make sure of that id let you lie there writhing in pain with shattered bones,the pain would be a repayment for forcing me into a new body* Derlon says nothing just sighs leadenly and slumps down to the ground one leg dangling over the edge.*Why are we still here Derlon? do you hope someone will find you,someone who wont turn away from you in fear? A wasted effort,if that were to come to pass,it would have by now....surrender to me,besides..there are few you care for enough to keep me from turning you on them,or do you wish them to die?* Derlon snarls,and turns to walk away from his mountain hiding place to return home...for now.

-------
It was a quiet night in the forest....too quiet in a way.The animals were silent...no birds..no insects not a sound broke the darkness of the forest that night.The thick boughs of the trees denying those below even the sight of any moonlight,leaving the ground shrouded in inpenetrable blackness.Rushing footsteps disturb the soundlessness of the quiet forest,those of a man running...running from something.

Derlon rushes down the narrow paths of the forest,cluthing the sides of his head teeth clenched to the point a thin stream of blood flowed between his teeth.As his clenched teeth tore at his gums,his eyes were snap shut twitching occasionally from the amount of pressure used to hold them closed.He ran like a man possesed... or a man running for his very soul..well beyond his life.It seemed his very hope of perhaps another chance at life when he dies that he ran for...In his mind the spirit tore at him,striking with words more maliciously then any foe with any weapon could.Silent tears streamed down the warriors face from the confusion his mind and emotions had become.


He stumbles,time slowing for him as he fell...watched the ground approach..slow but too quickly to stop.He strikes the ground hard skidding a few feet his face and hands scratched and torn by the ground roots and rocks below.He lay still in the middle of the path breathing heavily eyes snapping open,his eyes dart back and forth like an animal caught by surprise by something terrible.Slowly he pushes himself to his feet dirt and dried blood now mingled with the tears streaking his agonized face.


"Damn you spirit... why must you torment me so?"
Derlon asks rage and a mixtures of sadness tainting his voice.His voice trembled as he spoke slightly.He didnt know what to expect or what the spirit may do to further its own ends. *You ask why i 'torment' you... but the answer is within yourself Derlon...your weak...pathetic,im trying to help you...you cling to these...worthless humans you call friend because your afraid...afraid of yourself..afraid to be alone again.* The spirit speaks,echoing in his mind..unhidden malice and contempt aparent in his tone.Derlon shakes his head leaning quietly against a tree,he wanted to rid himself of the spirit.Even if it meant loseing his powers utterly.


The spirit speaks up again,before Derlon had another chance to speak. *Gah..i dont even know why i saved you when you were younger... you've been nothing but a problem since...your whiney,arrogant and overall worthless.... you care for other humans far to much to be the future avatar of ShadowEyes God of Wolves.Your nothing but a spoiled pup,drunk in your granted powers...sure you were a shifter when i found you...but you were WEAK you couldnt even control your powers...until i joined your mind...fought your wild instincts.*


Derlon shakes his head whether in annoyance or sadness its unclear even to him.And slides slowly to the ground back up against the tree,legs curled under him indian style.Hands braced on his knees. "I didnt ask you to help me...and i didnt ask to be your damned avatar... you attacked my mind and forged a link however unwilling i was...." the thought angered him..and helped clear his mind somewhat he needed to be calm...cold to deal with the spirit.


The spirit was slightly taken aback by the young wolfs sudden anger.And took a moment to regather himself before speaking. *I struck your mind unbidden because at the time you wee too uncontrollable to be reasoned with...the blood of innocents still stains your hands Derlon...you cant hide that forever,what about that child you killed in your madness? Oh but no one knows about that...no one but you...and me,but then..i am you or a part anyway.... THATS why you were hunted..and near death when i found you.... i healed you..i cared for you...i taught you dammit... you should be thankfull for what i did instead of scorning me..*

Derlon frowns at the sudden recolection...yes he had killed that boy..he remembered it clearly.Although there was nothing he could have done to change what happened...he knew that now,he was wild... out of control his wolven side was rabid and quite mad when the boy happened upon him... his biggest mistake in casting that fatefull rock strikign Derlon in the snout.Furious the wolf charged the boy rending him to pieces mindless of his screams and crying...he wanted his mother..his father anyone to save him from this beast that was devouring him...no one came and he died.Derlon says nothing drawing his blade and poising it at his throat. "I should have done this long ago....well before i allowed you so far into my mind spirit."


The spirit growls quietly,angered and distressed by the boys actions. *Dont be hasty you fool...havent we been through this part before? you die...i move on..you live,well you can live out your little life once ive gained what i need from you...*

-------
Derlon sits quietly,his boots just grazing the edge of the water of the lake.He was resting back against a tall weeping willow tree...old and drooping low by now it provided excellent cover from the summer sun.The area was almost completley shaded,and felt quite cool thanks to the light breeze blowing in off the lake.He sits there in a slight zone,random thoughts of his past coming to mind..

-Home...-(This is a flashback)

Derlon rose from his chair in anger,glaring at his father with pure hatred,burning brighter then the hottest flames of hell in his eyes.So much for returning home to make amends...his father never would accept what he was....who he was...
"Your a freak...and you always will be,get the hell out of my house!" Derlon flinches and snarls at the referance. Derlons mother steps back fear plain in her eyes watching the two men glare at one another hatefully. "Im not your weak son anymore.... you cant threaten me... you cant even begin to understand what im capable of now...." Derlons father snears,i understand fully.... your a sniveling coward who trys to hide from responsibility by claiming power.....your pathetic Derlon..you always have been.." Derlon snarls growing furious his eyes flash dangerously,a shadow of his black aura glowing around his body. "Your the pathetic one father.... " Derlon says quietly and turns to leave,pausing only at the sound of rushing footsteps his fathers fist connecting with his jaw as he turns his head and Derlon snarls not hurt but angered further by the blow,and he swings back striking his father in the stomach sending him reeling backward over a couch. "Dont ever try and hit me again...." Derlon snarls and storms from the house in anger.Moments later sirens can be heard in the distance. *Thats just fuckin lovely....*
Derlon fumes in his mind,full of anger and spite he started jogging,dissapearing from the area quickly,leaving no trace for the police....or his Father.

-end memory-

Tears came unbidden to Derlons eyes,the painfull memory burning deep within the warriors soul.Hurting him more on the inside then any physical pain could have..or ever had. *I had to strike back....prove to him im no weakling.... but i didnt want to hurt him..no matter how much i hated him....* these thoughts added to his misery and frustration.. a feeling of displacment coming over him...like he didnt belong anywhere..... quietly memory overtook him once more.... reminding him again of his follys while away....

-Shinktaka Japan memory-

It was a quiet unassuming night in Shintaka.... no noise disturbed its peacefull streets,just about everyone was asleep...dreaming peacefully of the days to come... all except Derlon..lying awake in a cot on the far side of a dojo.. he was here as a temporary instructor,and had become friendly enough with the Dojo master to stay with him there while he planned his next move. A loud crash forces Derlon to spring from his bed annoyed by the noise he looks around and finds a small girl lying on the floor amid a pile of broken wood,which had formerly been the door.Confusion redoubling Derlons annoyance he steps forward kneeling beside the girl peering outside intently. "Who did this to you...." he asks quietly sitting the small girl up,she couldnt have been older then 12 at the most,further fuel for Derlons building rage.....who would attack a child? his question was answered as a group of men step into the room bearing various weapons ranging from hanguns to bats,watching the pair menacingly. "Finish the girl off then kill him...we dont need any loose ends...." a voice from behind the men says menacingly,one of the men raises his handgun aiming for the girl and fires. Only to have Derlon bodily intercept the bullet in his right side,frowning Derlon snatches out his boot knife and flings it at the man striking him square in the throat killing him instantly,with no noise but a slight gurgling cry as blood filled his throat and lungs. "You shouldnt attack children...." Derlon snarls rising to his feet doing his best to look unharmed by the bullet,despite the blood running down his side.The other men quickly lose heart noteing this and run,crying back promises for revenge as they ran.Shakeing his head Derlon turns to the girl. "Now...why did they want to kill you anyway?" The girl looks back at him with piercing green eyes,and shrugs surprisingly calm. "I dont know....." Derlon sighs expecting that. "Well...who were they?" The girl almost shrugs then sighs. "The Kertago gang.....or part of it,they got here a few days before you did.... they've threatened most of the store owners here into giving them money..and have the entire town under their control.... " The girl blinks away a tear and continues "My father tryed to fight them.....they killed him and my mother...now their after me...." Derlon lowers his head in thought. "Could you show me where they stay....or trheir leader at least...." The girl looks back at Derlon eyes lit with hope. "Can you stop them??" she asks excitidly.
Derlon shrugs. "I dont know...but ill try." he stands and walks over to his small dresser near the cot drawing out a bandage and a fresh shirt. "Ill be ready in a moment..." he bandages up his wound as best as he can and gets dressed,belting on his sword with a metallic,clink. "Lets go...." the girl nods and walks quietly,with the stealthy grace possesed by smalll children down the streets to an old building. "In there...." she says whispering and shakes slightly.Derlon nods "stay here...ill be back for you." Derlon walks to the door and waits a few seconds,then with a slight bolt of his power he obliterates the door sending sharp shards of wood everywhere,directed unconciously by Derlons magic,each shard finding a victim lodging into throats,eyes stomachs any vulnerable point in reach until none but Derlon and a dark man in a black Kimono stood alone the room littered with the dead and dying....their bodies rent by the wood shards..the unknown man speaks. "Impressive.... you must be here because of the girl...but why? why risk your life for an orphan...." Derlon snarls and draws his sword. "Because.... your the one who made her an orphan.." Derlon sprins forward striking out with his blade meeting his oponents blade with enough force to strike sparks as the blades clashed.But if Derlons opponent had anticipated the brash attack...he didnt see the cunning behind it as Derlons leg flashed up catching the man in the side expelling the air from his body with a harsh,woosh.making him double over,Derlons blade flashes down cutting harshly through the mans neck severing his head from his body. Derlon spits on the mans ruined body and wipes the blood from his blade on the stained Kimono,walking quietly Derlon departs...never to return.

-end memory...-
Derlon sighs thoughts flashing through his mind almost faster then he can understand them.Too tired to consider doing anything else he sits there....thinking,letting the darkness encompase him body and soul once more...as it had many times when he fell into sadness...and anger. Why this had happened he didnt know...but there was a reason somewhere.Yet again he found his way back to MHS...troubled and probably forgotten.

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Disclaimer for Shadow Product-"I reserve the right to be a prick,asshole,and tell you to shut the fuck up when needed"Also,pissing off aforementioned party can result in death,dismemberment or crippling,said party is not responsible for your stupidity-contract witness'd by Slaughternoob N' Co

Edited by: ShadowWolf130 at: 7/3/06 12:59 am
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(6/28/06 8:27 pm)
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Re: Derlon Rastlan
Hello and welcome back. Since this is a returning character...I'm gonna let Itami handle the full grading fro this, but you need to go through here and put a space after every comma and period.

Itami14 
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(6/28/06 9:03 pm)
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Re: Derlon Rastlan
Well, since you have only brought back Derlon, Your profile is actually okay... you meet all the upgrade limits and I think you actually have 2 left.... not sure... 150 posts needed per char power upgrade/change. So since you have 986 posts, that leaves you with about 6 things you could add on, so all the temp locked things are fine. And I know you are good for what you have. And you would soon stab yourself in the eye than godmod, so everything here is golden. Congrats and welcome to hell! ::huggles::

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Edited by: Itami14  at: 6/30/06 9:00 pm
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