[Danasseus]

Full Name: Danasseus
Nicknames: Dana, Dan.

Biographical:

Level: 80
Class: Rime agent. (Is not a Assassin ICly)
RP Power: Danasseus is very well trained, He would be on pair to a 82 ^^^.

Race: Kerra
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: Unknown.
Age: 31.
Fur: White fur with black stripes,if one would push past the fur, his skin would be a obsidian color.
Eyes: Deep blue, Left missing.
Height: 8'4
Weight: 243.

Place of Residence: Freeport.
Place of Birth: Many answer this question, But, None have found out the true answer, He once said he was born at Freeport, But, that has been found out to be a lie.
Relatives: None, But he considers Rime to be his Family, and often refers to some of his soldiers as brothers or sisters.
Enemies: Knights of Freeport, Vagabond Knights, Shadow of Fear,
Allies: Order of Rime, Psia, Nikatell, Duvessa, and Pella.

Occupation: Rime Commander.

Crafting: Carpenter. (Although he doesn't do this profession IC.)

Appearance:
Danasseus stands tall, Broad shoulders, Muscled body, He carries the body of a Warrior, His face is scarred, His left eye missing, A chunk has been taken out of his right ear, the left side of his lip holds a scar going down to his chin. He is rough and battered. Scars under his fur and piercings adorning his body, Down his nose forehead and cheeks, One in the left corner of his lip near the scar, and even pierced nipples, but seen by very few.

Fashion of Choice:
He tends to wear a black pair of silk pants, With blue runes along the edges, Normally without a shirt.

Armor of Choice:
Danasseus out of all of his armor would prefer his Leather set of armor, with metal plates for extra protection. Normally with black hood, With a custom set steel mask for face protection.

Weapons of Choice:
Danasseus prefers a Sword and shield for Close combat, Crossbow for ranged and a Pike for dealing with any mounted infantry.

Special Abilities:
Frost resistance - Danasseus has adapted to the cold, and nearly requires it to live, Immune to Frost spells, But taking additional Damage from heat.

Pain Breaking - Through Danasseus' training and Fighting, He is able to take a few extra hits before going down.

War Veteran - Danasseus has fought and survived many battles, either Winning or losing them, He has gained much knowledge from such, Great with any weapon in his hand.

Nova Training - Danasseus is a adept with Frost Magic, Being able cast minor spells if needed.

Personality:


Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Motivations: To serve Rime in till his dying breath.
Disposition: Danasseus has a set of emotions he varies from, Happy some time, Angry the other times, He tends to be grumpy a lot and can draw a blade at a single misplaced word.
Outlook: Danasseus is a bold person, Blunt when he talks to people along with being cold, Using threats to what he wants, He is also very stubborn.

Religion/Philosophy: He follows the way of Killing frost.

Sexuality: Bisexual. Open about the subject, Although some questions he might not like.

Positive Personality Traits: Danasseus can be a very loyal friend and companion when one gets on his good side. Danasseus can also be a great leader when the time comes for him to be.
Negative Personality Traits: He is a very, very stubborn person, Once he gets a Idea in his head it's hard to get it out, Danasseus is also known to have a anger problem, Tending to put his fist in someone or through something when his anger gets to him. Along with his mouth, He curses a lot and speaks his mind, No matter what.
Misc. Quirks: He's a fighter, He can be easily snapped into his battle stance and zone out at the flick of a finger at the wrong sound, He does also have trouble sleeping, Often getting up in the middle of the night and strolling around. He is loyal to Rime to his death, Nearly as much as a brain washed solider.

Affiliations:


Guild: Children of the Quiet storm. (Doesn't openly support them, He would be considered a outside helper at most.)
Guild Rank: Taruun.
Faction: Order of Rime. (50k)
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Interests:


Likes: Danasseus loves what he does, And his order, Willing to die for them at the command, He also likes a good book here and there, Often having one with him to read.
Dislikes: He dislikes most people outside of the Order of the Rime, Mostly Freeportians. He doesn't like being talked down to. He very well Dislike the heat and humid areas.
Favorite Foods: He's a big meat eater, normally Pork is what he will choose.
Favorite Drinks: He prefers Coffee, Water and Vodka.
Favorite Colors: Blue black and silver.

Hobbies: He tends to read, Work out or drink on his spare time.


Details:


Played by What Famous Person: I have no Idea who would play Danasseus.

Theme Songs:
http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/192361

History: Still, Much is unknown about the Kerra, Although he has been found out to be leading some of the Forces for the Order of Rime, First arriving to Kunark only but a month before Rime's Arrival, Quickly making his way through the Vagabond Knights and the Knights of Freeport for unknown reasons, Before returning to his order. Stabbing people in the back along the entire way. Everything about him changing along that path, revealing his true self, Going from the disguise of a smaller Kerran who was a petty thug and much of a coward to his current state.

((as Suyin))

Idiot. He's far too scrawny, but that may benefit him in if he wishes to pursue his chosen... hobby. Otherwise, he's brash, loudmouthed, and inexperienced. However, he does show promise, so I've decided to train him. One day, he'll be good enuogh kill me. I look forward to that day.

I first saw him at The Hammer and he was far too quiet for my liking. Later in the week, I cross paths with him again through other venues. I finally had opportunity to speak with him privately. He had hurt his ankle badly and knew of no healers. So I took care of it. Yet another amongst those who I call a Lost One. Raised within the realms of the furless. A Kerra with no sense of community or tradition. He knew not one word of Kerran. And could not hear The Wind. It is devastating for me to see these things continue. I made it a point make sure he would comes to The Hammer again. So that I could introduce him to the others.

While I know what Danasseus is not. I still do not quite know what he is about.

He did return to The Hammer. And while he did converse more with others, he was still shy of telling his story. After closing, Tomias and myself walked Danasseus home. He had acquired an old corner of the Lions Mane in South Qeynos. And I mean old. He had just spent what gold he had to buy this run down hovel from the innkeeper. Who seemed desperate to part with responsibility for it. It is no wonder. This space was clearly operated as a bar. But not in a very long time. Very old kegs with low quality swill in them. Danasseus clearly made an effort to tidy up for the one day he owned the place. Though I had to smile. If only for a moment. The Hammer was not much more than this when I had my grand opening years ago.

The back room was most revealing. Sort of a wine cellar. An old tapestry, with a skull on it, hung across one doorway. Someone was a collector of the macabre or just plain dark. Danasseus did his best to make living quarters of one corner. I did come across several bottles of Bloodwine. Nothing of use to me. So I suggested that he take them out to the Raven. Give them to the inn for stock. A fair share of customers might appreciate an older vintage of that stuff. The three of us discussed the concern for possible contraband amongst the chaos. Stuff that the Qeynos Guard may frown upon. And then the companion of Tomia's smelled death. After much trepidation the source of this scent was found. A previously sealed barrel had decayed. Along with the remains of a human man. Something else that had been there for quite some time.

Poor Danesseus.

He has not much experience with the dead at all. His stomach went rather sour. Smuggling that smelly barrel out the front door of the Lions Mane would only bring attention from the Qeynos Guard. So I suggested contacting the Temple of Light first. I am not qualified to perform burial for a human. Let the Temple see to interring this poor soul in the Down Below.

*chuckles* Well, damned if I don't keep on running into him! Seems a decent enough sort though. He's a bit on the quiet side at times, but he's got a good enough sense of humor when he decides to show it. Doesn't look so healthy though, like he hasn't been eating right, or something.

Kinda makes me wonder why he challenged me the one time. But, hey, you can learn something even from getting your ass knocked clear across the room.

And angry Lella Lombardi.

He is a dead Cat, next time i catch him in Freeport, i will skin him wear his hide as a coat and then gut the worthless son of a bitch! Honestly - There is dumb and then there is this cat, He honestly think i would stand by while he proclaimed Qeynos to be better than Freeport in our Streets and then insult me! Sure he got some lucky blows in, but it wasn't like i was at my best, losing a fight to two in the Training room and 15 orcs two night before left me batted - Next time this cat won't be so lucky next time i will make sure all nine go in once. This Kerra is Dead.

He owes me a new dress.

That dude looked lost when I saw him at the Training Room. I don't know if Kerran have skills to fight or what are their style, but I intend to test that.

I didnt believe what my guard had told me about this one but I saw it with my own eyes. Nothing but a low street brawler. Not worth anymore of my notice. He will be like the others that were just like him, buried in an unmarked grave with no one to visit. A forgotten creature that history holds no room for.

Pathetic thug that taints the streets of Qeynos. I had an arrow aimed at the center of his head until my employer signaled me to stand down. It would have been a waste of an arrow anyways.

A scrawny lad, he seems to be drifting without purpose. When I've seen him, he has been quiet, and respectful. I fail to understand why others show such hatred for him. He had some interesting drawings in that book he showed me, I wonder what their source was.

*The male Vah Shir looked out the window of his place as he pondered about Danasseus. His silverly looking paws tapped the claws together in a slow rhythmfor a long moment before he stopped and began to write*
"Lost ones is what Psia calls those of the People who grew up outside of our traditions and customs. I know this well, for I was nearly one of those. That may be why I am both wanting to help him and at the same time to cuff him senseless. He reminds me of what I almost became.. indeed what I was until the Winds brought that delightfully different Iksar to Qeynos. I do not know if I can help him overcome his past, but I will try. Once he finds his proper balance and his own sense of who he is and what it means to be part of the People.... then he shall be an assest to all he knows moreso than he is now. For now, he is haunted by his past , letting those chains sunk into his spirit and binding him to an unworthy fate. This is unacceptable. We shall have to see if he has the courage and strength to break his bonds and become one of the People in spirit as well as body."

*the pen is placed down and the Vah Shir looks back out the window, enjoying the quiet for a few moments as the sun settles in the sky in a brillant, silent peaceful explosion of color. He looks back at what he wrote and nods as he sets it aside, moving onto the next page*

I'm pretty sure he is following me. The first time I met this strange cat was in West Freeport. I was sitting near the goblin, minding my own business and he just kept staring. And he gave off the same kind of quiet eerie vibe in the Training Room a week or so after that. I'm not sure who he works for, but he'll regret any actions of ill intent against me. Time will tell.

*tilts his head slightly, ears perked*

To be honest, at first I didn't like him. I mean, he tossed me outta the Spider for standing up for a kid! Thought this is Qeynos, city of justice and nice guys and blahblahblah. But then Yatsumi explained later that he was just doing that so that Tosta wouldn't have to pay for the damages should a brawl happen, which I can understand. So I got to talking to him the next week.

He's a nice guy, I think...I'm just not sure...Why the hell is he so determined to do the "overprotective brother" thing? The only person who's ever really done that without having an ulterior motive was my dad and even then it was questionable. I even think he beat that roommate of his for punching me. Why the hell does he care so much though?..

*trails off, looking confused*

Several weeks later

*harsh sneer*

Son of a bitch can go rot in the unmarked grave he deserves.

And I hope to be one of the ones to help him into that grave.

Shakes her head as she sits upon the shard of luclin.

I had such high hopes for Danasseus. I looked forward to helping him learn Kerran. And to listen for the ancestors. Both Tomias and myself hoped he would make the journey to find the moonsteel. Especially after the final destruction of that accursed gauntlet. It had explained so much of his aggressive behavior. Now he lives without that excuse. Now he finds the consequences of his own choices. No longer a part of the Qeynos community he has returned to Freeport.

The time comes to call the Kerra together. I wanted that call to reach Danasseus, too. But he still can not hear it.

I stood with Dana on the edge of a chasm. Literally. One of those beautiful, if deadly, sights found throughout Neriak? Quite symbolic considering the conversation. His choices have placed a price upon his head. And, supposed, safe haven within the Third Brigade. As if there is a such thing? He knows he made the wrong choices now.

I could think of no words to comfort him. I left him alone at the precipice to contemplate his future.

*the Kerra starts to chuckle; but it isn't his usual, pleasant sounding one* This cat is dead on his feet, he just hasn't realized it yet and had the good sense to stop moving. With as many people as he's pissed off, it might be easier for him in the end if he did. I overlooked that nonsense with the gauntlet way back when for reasons that now escape me, but not this time.

At the point, the only real question left is who is going to get to him first.

[From before the shakedown at Dracborn's place]

"Danasseus, yeses he was ones of my first customers. Let me tells yous that had I more times I would have trieds to...how to says, Rides the tigers." *He chuckles* "Seriouslys, he was the ones who got me to steps out of the Fancy to adventures, and he was rights, I can't just serve drinks all days, speciallys when theres soes many drinkses and ingredients that haven't been discovereds yets. Next times you haves a Shattered Isle Tea at the Fancy, yous can thank hims. Anywhos, he hooked me ups with a sets of magma armors fitted for mees, and I keeps and wears it proudlys from time to times."

[From after the shakedown, when he found out that Dan was the one who stabbed Mia]

"Noeses, I'm alrights, just needs to clear my's heads. Whats? You want to knows what I'm thinkings abouts. *sighs* Okays, let's says that last nights while celebratings with some special peoples that we were bothereds by the polices of a places, I won't say whiches. Nows, one of the peoples was a good friends of mines, he gaves me a chances to moves aways and I should be glads that I haven't beens reporteds, but he hurts my best friends. I'm angrys, but at leasts his asses got kickeds, soes I'm not sures how to responds. Hells, not sures what'll happens if I sees him agains. *He shrugs and grows silently contemplative with his favorite white wine*"

A rare breed of evil that Freeport could use more of...Truly, a Kerra after my own heart. His motives are very much self-centered, but this is not a bad thing. I understand where he's coming from entirely...Which is also a reason I keep some distance. I respect the power of evil but am not so naive to believe that there can be honor among either of us...Like I said, a rare breed...

I took a gamble when I accepted this one into the Knights. A gamble with a clause to be sure, but still a gamble. Thus far, I'm glad to see it is paying dividends. Now if we can just weed out the last ounces of compassion and pity, he will be quite formidable. For a kerra.

Danasseus first rejected the thought of being known as a vagabond in Qeynos. Choosing instead to return to his old stomping grounds of Freeport. Going so far as to join the ranks of the Militia's third brigade. All following the witnessed attempt on Moonshadow's first-chair, Euryale. Whose organization was understood to be an ally of the third brigade. An interesting way, IMO, to protect yourself from the consequences. The only bright spot that I learned was his hope to patrol the Stonestair Byway for the militia. Which would afford him familiarity with other Kerra residing there.

As usual his commitments did not last long. Doubting his resolve, he has now forsaken any protection that Third Brigade might have offered him. He has retreated to Gorowyn for the time being. Now he is another of the Kerra who live there so mysteriously. I am both curious and unnerved by the prospects this change provides him.

The name Danasseus is uttered, and something small and glass shatters nearby. Lizal is glaring up at you with fire in his eyes, shaking his head slowly.

Sometimes you gamble and loose. A pity.

This cat's the shady sort o' mercenary. Ye never know abou' him.. But I reckon as long as th' Brigade can keep up th' pay, he won't try t' stab us up like he did th' ol' ghost o' Captain Sternshanks.

Jhael leans forward in his chair, flipping through his notes as he strokes a dark, spotted kitty on his lap. A name catches his eye and he frowns. Deeply.

Unworthy of any trust. Not even one week can go by without this cat doing something or the other to remind me just how poor my judgement was. I knew he was trouble, quite early. Still... for him to do what he did and then try to give that insult of a justification. Out of all the-

"%&#%!" The Teir'dal curses and brings his finger to his mouth to suckle the fresh puncture wound, the cat on his lap still holding a little paw up, claws extended.

Well, think with the wrong head and expect to bleed once in a while...

It might have even been worth it.

Khonza Khaticia relaxed on her pillows. She stared into the firepit and contemplated her first encounter with Danasseus. Her protector, Barzon, sat opposite her on his own pillows.

"My daughter had shared with me this ones troubled existence more than once. Like many we learned to call Lost Ones, Danasseus was not raised amongst the Kerra. He has a habit of moving around - a lot. As evidenced by my surprise that he departed Gorowyn for Maj`Dul. And his loyalties are often in question to many outside the Kerra."

Barzon listened intently to she who led the pride.

"Did you see how bold and overconfident he was?" asked Khaticia.

"Yes, Khonza," answered her loyal Protector.

"His dedication to the Order of Rime from the northern territories is an odd one. Yet, he was curious enough to allow you to lead him to me. He lacks direction and focus."

"Who knows for certain just how far these Rime are prepared to go to fulfill their ambitions? And having a Kerra amongst them might prove advantageous. This is why I made the decision to appeal to him to join with the Children of the Quiet Storm. I appealed to his confidence in combat. To take the opportunity to forge his place within his true community. While continuing to pursue his curiosities. I am patient. And think he will come around to our way of thinking with time."

"My Khonza? asked Barzon. "What if his loyalty to these Rime outweighs his loyalty to us?"

"Now Barzon, replied Khaticia playfully. "Choices lead to consequences. Danasseus will learn to do right by his people. I will test him soon enough."

Barzon smiled across to the vision of beauty, "You are wise, Khonza."