FOR THE RECORD, WHILE WE ATTEMPT TO GET OUR STUPID BROTHERS TO SORT THEIR ISSUES A LITTLE, THIS IS THE KIND OF CONVERSATION WE'RE HAVING:

<[Box]> kharg you have a HUMAN TYPO
<Kharg> I'M GETTIN IT
<Kharg> and don't blame that on humans IT'S YOUR DEIMOS JOURNAL INFLUENCE
<[Box]> YOUR HUMAN HANDS!
<[Box]> HUMAN HANDS MADE THAT TYPO!!
<Kharg> DEIMOS BLOOD RUNS THROUGH THESE FINGERS!!1
<[Box]> IT'S YOUR HUMAN WEAKNESS THAT'S HOLDING YOUR DEIMOS TYPING BACK
<[Box]> DEIMOS ARE THE ONLY ONES WITH TRUE TYPING ABILITIES
<Kharg> YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TYPING IS
<Kharg> YOUR LACK OF EDUCATION MAKES ME SUFFER
<[Box]> I HAVE LEARNED TO USE HUMAN TOOLS FOR THE SAKE OF DESTROYING THEM SOMEDAY!!
* Shizzzumasa is now known as Kagari[ish]
<Kharg> THE KEYS FEEL YOUR HATE
<Kharg> TYPOS ARE A BY PRODUCT OF THIS

<Kharg> ...typo
<Kharg> gdit
<[Box]> HA HA HA
<[Box]> FURTHER PROOF THAT IT IS YOUR HUMAN WEAKNESS THAT IS MAKING YOU TYPO
<Kharg> THERE you hush up

[After getting shot up by a SHOUJO GODMODE GUN OF ANTI-EVIL, not only is Darc feeling VERY NEW PAIN, but Darc can't cast to fix himself. This is BAD. But there's a chance he's just out of magic, and there's one spot he knows that has a LOT of spirit stones that he could use to give himself more power, and that's in the Caves of Despair. It's dangerous to go, especially in the state he's in, but it's that or dying and this feels suspiciously like a cutscene. So he's dragged himself all the way there and managed to get in, killing anything that attacks him, but he hasn't gotten far before collapsing against a wall.

So there is a HEAVY BLOOD TRAIL leading to the CAVES OF DESPAIR. What if a human was taken by those awful Deimos? :( ]

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Oh, really? Is it admitting wrongdoing you're after? Is that all it takes, admitting you're right?

Tell me then, Kharg. How many innocent people have I killed?

I hate Kharg already omg |D |D |D

( SAVED FOR POSTERITY: KHARG REVEALS )

Wife is mad at me because I'm leaving dragons to die.

Name: Darc

Birthday: ???
Age: 17
Height: I'd give him 5'10"!
Weight: abouuut 170 lbs?
Eyes: red
Hair: black
Medical Info: Half Drakyr, half human. VERY sturdy, has withstood a lot of physical torture in his lifetime and it shows.

Physical Traits: Dark skin, well built, has a plug in one ear, red eyes. Parts of his body (left side of his face, neck, and torso, left arm, right elbow and forearm, etc) are covered in greenish blue scales, and one of his hands is a big claw. He has horns protruding from his elbows, shoulders, and head. He has whip lash scars across his chest. If he takes off his armor, you can see those hella nasty whip scars (back too) and two disfigured, unevenly-healed pits where his wings used to be.

What's Okay to Mention Around Him/Her: Oh anything. WHAT'S IMPORTANT TO KNOW THOUGH IS... while Darc FAILS and will never kill a human that is much weaker than him or not attacking him. He can get very bitchy and cranky and possibly storm off if someone is jesusing him (and come back later to yell more) or if he decides someone's not worth his time. THIS IS NOT YOU, IT'S HIM. You are free to harrass Darc all you want, he's just very antagonistic. :|b CONTACT ME if you need to but trust me Darc loves it. Rly.

Abilities: Darc has MAGIC POWERS that center around wind, as that is his element. He's very good with his cleaver-esque sword as well! He can also summon a giant beast of fire, Pyron, to come and spit fireballs at you that do various types of damage according to its mood. MOAR DETAILS ON DARC LATER but considering he beat the most fucking annoying final boss in the history of all things ever, but isn't an omg-what-is-this-overpowered-madness type, he's a basic strong RPG hero. Not anywhere like Cloud, but decent middle-range, and he knows how to scrape and fight and improvise for his wins. Also he's a healer |D

Notes for the Psychics: I should go copy down Bebedora's monologues about what Darc's soul looks like. BASICALLY - he's something of a mix between a base monster and a complex human, making him stick out very strongly as unique, a very uh, "forged" soul that's very bright and loud and colorful and has been through a lot. He feels very strongly, and is very sad but hopeful and insecure and determined, and LONELY, and it's ALL OVER HIM even as he screams about how he's not human at all and all he understands is power. BASICALLY. HE'S IN A PERPETUAL STATE OF NEEDING HUGS AND REFUSING TO ADMIT IT.

Can I shapeshift/bodyswap/slap/spit on?: ASK \o/

Maim/Murder/Death: Ask |D

Kissing/Hugging: WELL HE'S KIND OF HALF-DEIMOS he'd be very. Very sputtery. And have no idea wtf you were doing and accuse you of trickery and maybe try to attack you. Go for it |D

Cooking: . . .Yeah I dunno about this. I'm pretty sure he can catch, kill, and cook his own food hella wilderness survival style. He may not even have to cook it, but I'm sure the human parts of his innards would appreciate it if he did.

Character: Darc
Series: Arc the Lad: Twilight of the Spirits
Character Age: 17

Canon: In many fantasies, there exists an endless stream of monsters for the heroes to face. The Deimos are a grab-bag race of every beast imaginable in one package, including wolfmen, mummies, antmen, tentacle monsters, and orcs. They're brutish, bloodthirsty, probably KILLED YOUR PARENTS!!!, and all humans hate Deimos and the feeling is mutual. All, that is, except for a human queen and dragon king (er, Drakyr king) who fall deeply in love. They have twins with Suspicious Birthmarks of Destiny, one for each parent: Kharg and Darc. Kharg is raised oblivious to his heritage to be the blond hero of justice who fights for a peaceful human world!!! But over in Deimos territory, there is Darc: the Bad Twin. Darc got the horns, scales, claws, wings, and shitty life. Orphaned quickly, he was enslaved by a dominatrix Hutt-size frog, and withstood a lifetime of torture and mockery for being a "Deimos wannabe" human-like thing. He's hoarse, cranky, bitter, and now determined to wipe out all humanity and unite the Deimos under his iron, half-scaly fist. Because if force is all they understand, the best way to save the Deimos is to DOMINATE THEM.

Darc is, however, the worst evil overlord ever. He angrily insists he's all Deimos, but it's a stubborn cover for a woobie human heart that's two sizes too big. Determined to save his fellow cannon fodder from being wiped out like cattle, he insists on wacky human ideas like "teem-werk," "theenk-ing a-hehd" and "stra-teh-gee." He goes out of his way to spare humans and other enemies. His minions - no, "friends" - who stab him in the back are bewildered to find themselves forgiven. He even uses an Orcon minion to guard a cute pokemon-esque egg, so he can hatch it and raise it and love it forever. Ask any of his closest henchmen: in the end, Darc is pretty special. But hey, he ruthlessly killed an orc king and took over his city that one time! ...For messing with his pet. You don't fuck with something so adorable, okay?

Sample Post:

You're suggesting I take shelter in a cabin? A human cabin? Hah...!

How typical of humans, thinking only of yourselves! You think you're the only people being held here against your will, the only race kept so far from home? How do you think Marcy feels, torn away from her husband and children after the Director polluted her world and trapped her in this filthy lake to keep her weak? The Goryllas haven't seen their homeland in years! And you say you want all the Director's victims to escape safely? Don't make me laugh!

Goryllas! Toucanis! Ancient Zombin! I am Darc, the ruler who will unite all Deimos! Humans come into your forests, your homes! They ransack the caves of your ancestors for their own entertainment, and call your holy land a place of "Despair!" Some of you even bow to that despicable human woman - you call me a wannabe, but you're nothing but animals as you are now. Remember your pride! Your comrades now behind me have already come at me with force, expecting me to roll over and beg for it like a human, and I've crushed them right where it counts. Swear yourselves to me as they have, or I'll use force until you submit, just as your tradition commands!

Good! ...Stop making that keening sound! No Deimos makes such a high-pitched squeal when they're on their knees, no matter how bold I am! From now on, you all obey me. Together, united, we can crush the humans and defeat the Director! I'll make a peaceful Louisiana, free of that woman and free of those bastard campers. --Bearman! Where the hell did you get that human child? Was it separated from its group? ... ...Hand it over! You heard me. He can be useful for learning information about their camp. Humans are the ones that waste their time with weaklings - you don't want to be like a human, do you? So don't question me ever again. ...And give him back his blanket, he's obviously upset without it!

What are you looking at? Gorylla! Your orders are to guard this Moogle. He's a Deimos just like you, your comrade! Protect him with your life. Their people have stubbornly decided to help the humans, yet some of them have fallen under attack. This... this is what humans do, cruelly attacking what doesn't fight back. The Moogles offer to save others, but I will save the Moogles!

And if you touch his pom-pom without his permission, I'll kill you! Understand?



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