Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--

allthediffrence @ 2009-03-25T02:29:00

2009-03-25T06:33:13Z

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

[IC - FURTHERING THE DOUCHEPLOT]

2009-03-25T01:51:52Z

[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? :( ]

allthediffrence @ 2009-03-21T05:20:00

2009-03-21T09:20:20Z

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid Disorder:	Very High
Schizoid Disorder:	Moderate
Schizotypal Disorder:	Moderate
Antisocial Disorder:	Moderate
Borderline Disorder:	Moderate
Histrionic Disorder:	High
Narcissistic Disorder:	High
Avoidant Disorder:	High
Dependent Disorder:	High
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder:	Moderate
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! -- -- Personality Disorders --

Oh Darc.

To his credit, people ARE always talking behind his back and his friends DO plot to hurt him a lot. :|a

CFUW PONYGAME because they'll never make a post to each other on purpose

2009-03-03T04:18:23Z

((From here))

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?

allthediffrence @ 2008-10-13T22:28:00

2008-10-14T02:42:04Z

Windalf was worried.

He'd spent the last two years worried, granted, but today was a special day for a special level of worry. Darc was two years old today, and it was time to learn to fly. If he was any other Drakyr child, Windalf wouldn't have a second thought. His wings had grown well, they were the right size. But Darc was twenty levels of one-of-a-kind, so Windalf was worried.

Darc was much more talkative now, helpful, eager, and so much less trouble than he ought to be. It's a bad sign is what it is, Windalf could hear his own father complaining, as he would if they weren't fugitives and Williwo wasn't somewhere damning his son and his grandchild in his sleep. Windalf supposed that, logically, Darc didn't really look like himself or his mother; that the two of them had created something completely new. His mismatched looks were a mark of taboo, would be dangerous if Windalf wasn't there to protect him. But he'd stopped thinking logically the moment he'd met Nafia, and in Windalf's eyes Darc looked more and more like him every day, like his beautiful mother. The both of them clearly mixed together in him. It filled Windalf with immeasurable pride.

He'd found a good spot for Darc's first flight - covered in trees, and it wasn't as steep a drop as he'd like so Darc didn't have as much time, but all the best cliffs were too out in the open. As he walked towards the cliff with Darc in hand, Darc let go to cling to his leg as they got closer, eyes wide as he peered over the edge. Windalf put his hand on his head - well, part of his hand, Darc was still so small - and Darc held tighter, his wings flapping cautiously.

"Changed my mind," Darc finally declared, hugging close to Windalf's skirts.

Windalf sighed. To Darc's benefit, plenty of Drakyr children weren't keen on the idea.

Every Drakyr parent, when their child turned two, would take them to the edge of the same cliff to officially fly for the first time. It was a big deal, an early coming of age; the village elder would come see them pass this stage in life, and roosts of other families and onlookers would gather. Elders would complain that they learned how to fly at a much younger age. (Which got younger every time they had the conversation, finally leading to old man Gustafa's claim of "My mother pushed me off the edge soon as I was out of her, and I got stronger wings than all of these whelps!") Children who'd just learned to fly, swirling and flipping in all the joy that had become second nature to adults, would cheer or jeer the child on. Younger Drakyr would stare wide-eyed at the spectacle, counting the days and flapping their own little wings in wonder.

Windalf himself had been flying months prior, and leapt right off for the ceremony, starting a long line of jumping fearlessly into his destiny. Now his destiny was with the child clinging to him, and Darc was a classic case that had barely hovered until now.

Windalf got to one knee beside him and put his hands - which made Darc look so much smaller and breakable - on his shoulders. "Darc, you can do this," he reassured him, and Darc wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "You were so excited last night, remember?"

"It's too high," Darc muttered, stubbornly fixing his face into a glare that was once his mother's. "Don't wanna."

Windalf once again debated whether or not he'd jump with him, just to make sure. Just so he'd know nothing would go horribly wrong. But if Darc knew his life didn't depend on it it could sabotage his instincts, and Windalf believed in him. Darc was his son. Drakyr instinct was so strong that nobody had lost a child in generations. His wings were his own, the mark of his family was on his arm regardless of blood. And if anything, Nafia's blood running through his veins made him all the more stronger. It was easier than walking, and Darc learned that so fast. He could do this. So why couldn't Windalf stop worrying?

"You need to learn," Windalf said to him. "We need to be able to fly together. You're going to grow up strong, right?"

Darc ducked his head, sulking, but he looked torn. He wanted to impress him so badly, Windalf knew. "I know, but, but. . ."

"You can do this, Darc," Windalf smiled. "You can do anything. Remember?"

And then he turned him around and walked him to the edge. Darc flailed and dug his heels in, but Windalf pushed, and held him steady at the very edge. Darc's little chest rose and fell in panic, but he didn't scream. "You can do this!" he shouted to him, and Darc stared wide, fisting his hands, determined not to show his fear despite his frantic eyes.

"Fly back to me!" Windalf said, and pushed him.

Darc screamed then and dropped down so fast Windalf's stomach dropped with him, and panic flooded his head ("If he fell he'd never survive anyway," his father said) and despite living around cliffs his entire life all he could see was Nafia and Kharg also falling fast out of his reach -- but then Darc shot up from the misty trees like an arrow (so quickly, that's my boy) flying in frantic, erratic loops before shooting right for Windalf. He ran into him so hard Windalf fell to the ground, hugged his small, uneven arms around his father's shoulders tightly, and bawled.

Crying after success wasn't so common among the Drakyr, but that was okay. Darc was special. He'd probably stubbornly wipe his face in five minutes and jump off the cliff himself, just to show him.

"There you go, there you go," Windalf said, grinning and patting his boy on the back, his small but powerful wings flapping frantically above Windalf's hand as Darc sobbed and sniffled into his neck. One day those wings would be strong enough to carry him through the darkest of times, strong enough to save the corrupted, war-torn world. Not just Drakyr but all Deimos, all humans. Everything about him, this mismatched forbidden boy, was the hope of the future. He was their prayer for a new peace to come. "There you go. Shhh."

- - - -

"There you go," Darc said under his breath, watching Kharg fly with too many damn emotions mixed his head and too many damn memories. He suddenly didn't have the energy to handle it all. When Kharg pulled away to leave, he let him. He'd already said too much to that bastard anyway. Right?

He walked back to his stone shelter at the corner of camp, passing busybody humans and Deimos alike - he wasn't even sure half the time thanks to this place. Once he was there he pulled his armor off slowly, letting it drop with a clang to the side of his burned-out campfire. He dropped down to sit, pressed himself against the stone wall to rest. His back ached.

He didn't know why he was trying so hard. He was alone, he knew that. Kharg's very existence just made that clearer and clearer. His twin, the one person who could hope to understand what it was like to be a creature in the middle, couldn't and wouldn't understand at all. He understood so little he could take a sword to his own back like it was nothing.

Darc closed his hand over his birthmark, squeezing. He knew what that felt like. He'd experienced pain before, had it etched permanently all over his body, but the slow ripping of his wings from his back had been so excruciating he wasn't even sure if he hadn't given in to the torture thanks to strength, or thanks to simply forgetting there was anything to give in to. He'd accused Kharg of cowardice, but he couldn't even imagine it. That took nerves Darc wasn't sure he had. And it hit him in his guts, slapped across his face to see Kharg's resolve to get rid of them again. To cut off the only thing that linked them now.

Darc buried his face in his folded arms, felt himself try to fold ghosts around his body for the first time in a while. And he thought about his father, his brother, and how far away they both were.

I AM SO HAPPY

2008-06-08T23:32:08Z

I hate Kharg already omg |D |D |D

* Ash|Pupppiesss is now known as Kharg
<Kharg> BOX ARE YOU HERE i must rambleee
<Ari> Box is ALWAYS HERE in our hearts
<Darc> AAAA AAAAAA!!!
<Kharg> HELLO BRO |D
* Darc CRAWLS ON (IN A SUPERIOR DEIMOS WAY)
<Ari> ...
<Kharg> riiight
* Kharg petpet IT'S OKAY I KNOW YOU'RE NOT AS GOOD AS I AM.
* Kharg jesuses.
<Darc> omgggg sob I KNEW IT WAS YOU IN MY GUTS
<Darc> BUT I THOUGHT -- FUCK YOU
<Kharg> >8D
<Kharg> I KNEW I HAD TO HAVE HIM
<Kharg> AFTER HE ELECTROCUTED HIMSELF
<Darc> soifjs;a
<Kharg> b-because what game gives you the option to do that
<Kharg> it was amazing
<Darc> fja;sdja;
<Ari> I'm gonna go hang out with your twin, Darc! :D
<Kharg> Yes, let me show you the way of justice |D
<Darc> FINE SEE IF I CARE
<Darc> DON'T CATCH HIS IDIOCY
<Ari> :|
<Kharg> HE WON'T
<Darc> >( >(
<Kharg> HE'S A SMART KID
<Devit> OMG ASH, WHAT, HAHAHA
<Devit> ILU WTF
<Devit> BOXY YOU DIDN'T KNOW?

<Ari> EAT YOUR FUCKING CANDY, DARC
<Darc> I DON'T WANT YOUR FUCKING HUMAN CANDY
<Ari> EAT IT BITCH
<Kharg> see there can never be peace between us if you won't even take a kid's candy
* Kharg TAKES THE CANDY INSTEAD.
* Darc ...doesn't care >(
<Ari> ...
<Ari> ...
<Ari> That was for Darc. D:
<Kharg> DEIMOS DON'T LIKE CANDY :(
<Kharg> (OR SAYS I)
<Darc> NO WE DON'T
<Darc> CANDY IS PUSSY HUMAN STUFF
<Kharg> SEE
<Kharg> THEY'RE HEARTLESS
<Ari> ...
<Ari> :(
<Darc> WE DON'T NEED YOUR WEAK CANDY >(
<Kharg> yeah well this pussy human stuff is delicious

<Robert^Haydn> -- ASH
<Robert^Haydn> YOUR USERNAME
<Robert^Haydn> jksfhdjkSDFJDSHKJSDFLKSF
<Kharg> IT'S AVIY'S FAULT
<Ari> ..w..what is it.
* Kharg was gonna go with thegoodson
<Kharg> thegooddouche |D
<Devit> HAHAHAHAH
<Kharg> I'M ONLY A DOUCHE IN A GOOD WAY OKAY :/
* Kharg will frikkin jesus you to death to get the job done alright
<Darc> YEAH SURE ASSHOLE
<Darc> ALL HUMANS ARE THE SAME
<Kharg> WHATEVER DEIMOS BASTARD
<Darc> yuta you think i'm bad now
<Darc> wait til i'm around kharg
<Ari> ...
* Ari ...KICKS DARC IN THE SHIN
<Darc> owifj;a
<Kharg> SHOW YOUR TRUE EVIL COLORS
<Kharg> COLORS OF A DEIMOS!1
<Ari> I will box you together
<Ari> so help me
<Kharg> i do have a box icon
<Kharg> just because i love those frikkin things
<Ari> ... XD
* Kharg INFILITRATES DEIMOS TERRITORY http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/75607099/15795482
<Darc> OMG WHAT
<Darc> K-KHARG
<Kharg> THIS CAMP MUST BE SAVED
<Darc> IT'LL BE SAVED FOR THE DEIMOS
<Darc> BASTARD HUMAN
<Kharg> SOULLESS DEIMOS BASTARD
<Ari> T.T
* Ari throws stuff at you both.
<Darc> What!
<Kharg> It's not my fault he can't see the light.
<Kharg> well okay technically it is
<Kharg> but I don't acknowledge this
<Kharg> >(
<Darc> >(
<Darc> like i'm affected by you in any way!!
<Darc> don't be so arrogant D<
<Ari> What about the rage, niisan.
<Kharg> WE WOULDN'T HAVE TO FIGHT IF YOU'D JUST ADMIT DEIMOS SHOULD SUBMIT TO THE HUMANS
<Kharg> THEN WE COULD ALL LIVE IN HARMONY.
<Darc> HUMANS ARE THE ONE THAT SHOULD THROW AWAY THEIR CIVILIZATION AND BOW TO US
<Darc> YOU'RE ONLY WEAKENING THIS WORLD
<Kharg> SO WE CAN LIVE IN CAVES AND EAT WHAT, SLUGS? HAHAHA NO.
<Kharg> WE'RE ADVANCING THIS WORLD
<Kharg> HUMANS WILL PROSPER!1
<Ari> Why do I know that this is gonna be the exact same dialog ICly.
<Darc> WITH YOUR PANSY CLAWLESS HIDELESS SELVES? I DON'T THINK SO
<Darc> yeah pretty much
<Kharg> ...yah srsly

<Kharg> WE DON'T NEED SCALES AND CLAWS
<Kharg> YOU KNOW WHY
<Kharg> BECAUSE WE DON'T TEAR EACH OTHER APART
<Kharg> LIKE FRIKKIN DEIMOS
<Darc> OH THAT'S REAL CUTE
<Darc> COMING FROM SOMEONE WHO FOUGHT DARKHAM
<Darc> IS IT BETTER TO SHOOT EACH OTHER FULL OF HOLES
<Kharg> I DIDN'T SHOOT HIM I JUST CUT HIM A LITTLE OKAY
<Kharg> (THEN HE FELL OFF THE TOWER)
<Kharg> BUT THAT WAS ALL A MISUNDERSTAND >(
<Kharg> ALSO 'ING'
<Darc> HOW WAS THAT A MISUNDERSTANDING
<Ari> ALSO HUMANS CAN'T SPELL
<Ari> HAHAHA
<Ari> ...oh sorry.
<Ari> Was getting into the spirit of things.
<Kharg> WE WOULDN'T HAVE FOUGHT IF YOU--DAMMIT ARI XD
<Darc> :D :D
* Kharg LOSES THE BATTLE BUT WILL WIN THE WAR. FOR HUMANITY!1
* Darc POINT
<Darc> there should be a tally board
<Darc> where we keep track of who wins our arguments
<Kharg> ...yes
<Darc> because o there will be arguments

<Darc> and then one day someone will app lilia
<Darc> and we'll be boned
<Kharg> s-sob
<Darc> (or someone will SERVE AS lilia sob)
<Kharg> yeah we're totally gonna get jesus'd sooner or later
<Darc> too many jesuses in camp ;o;
<Ari> I will give your jesus candy.
<Darc> sob jacuzzi has been kicking my ass
<Darc> and so has yuta
<Darc> with their damn tiny cuteness
<Ari> you have to be nice to me I gave you fucking candy.
<Kharg> yeah you're a real evil overlord darc
<Darc> shut up darc already loves you -- FUCK YOU KHARG
* Kharg POINT
<Darc> THAT'S NOT A POINT

<Darc> omg kharg you have to meet hellboy and be a dick
<Kharg> y-yes
<Darc> SUSPICIOUS!!11
<Ari> Yuta will kick you repeatedly if you're mean to Hellboy >(
<Ari> He gave me a bed he's the nicest scary guy ever ;.;
<Kharg> WELL
<Kharg> WHY IS HANGING AROUND THE CABIN
<Kharg> THAT'S SUSPICIOUS BEHAVIOR
<Ari> ITS HIS CABIN >O
<Kharg> o well still
<Kharg> WHY WOULD HE LET HUMANS USE IT :(
<Kharg> this is clearly deimos trickery.
<Ari> Because we needed a place to stay and he's NICE.
<Kharg> As long as he doesn't plan to grind your bones to make his bread i guess :/
<Darc> Humans are the manipulative ones, you probably just keep the deimos around because it suits your own feelings of superiority D<
<Kharg> Humans wouldn't keep dangerous beast like those around!
<Ginshu|nothere> * Ginshu touches Darc
* Darc STAB-- lsjf;ioj;bf
<Kharg> THERE ARE CHILDREN ABOUT why would we let those goryllas anywhere near them >(
<Kharg> WE ARE THE ONES TRAPPED hahhaha ginshu |D
<Ari> ...
* Ari covers ears.
<Darc> DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH, WE'RE JUST AS TRAPPED, AND WE HAVE TO PUT UP WITH /YOU/
<Kharg> I DON'T SEE THE BIRDS AND ZOMBIES BEING TRHOWN AROUND BY THAT LAKE MONSTER
<Kharg> WHY DON'T YOU GO SAY HI
<Kharg> IF YOU'RE SO SURE SHE'S NICE AND ALL
<Darc> HAH WHO SAID SHE WAS NICE
<Darc> DEIMOS DON'T HAVE THE SAME ILLUSIONS WITH EACH OTHER THAT HUMANS DO
<Darc> IT DOESN'T CHANGE MY GOALS, I'M RULING OVER THEM \o/
<Kharg> SO YOU ADMIT THAT DEIMOS ARE RUTHLESS ASSHOLES JUST BECAUSE THEY CAN BE
<Kharg> TTLY WORTH SAVING ONLY NOT >(
<Darc> DEIMOS RULE WITH POWER, THAT'S HOW IT WORKS
<Darc> AT LEAST WE DON'T BOTHER KILLING COMPLETE WEAKLINGS
<Darc> LIKE YOU HUMANS KILLING MOOGLES
<Darc> WHO DON'T EVEN FIGHT BACK
<Darc> ASSHOLES
<Kharg> I HAVEN'T KILED ONE. YET.

<Kharg> BUT I'M NOT USING THOSE VILE THINGS
* Kharg GOES TO FIND A FLOATING ORB >(
<Darc> IF YOU KILL A MOOGLE
<Darc> I WILL STAB YOU SO HARD
<Darc> YOU WILL REGROW YOUR WINGS
<Darc> AND HAVE TO GO CUT THEM OFF AGAIN
<Kharg> I WON'T KILL ANY AS LONG AS IT DOESN'T POSE A THREAT
<Kharg> SEE WE HUMANS DON'T KILL NEEDLESSLY
<Kharg> BUT YOU WOULDN'T KNOW ABOUT THAT HUH.
<Darc> BULLSHIT
<Kharg> YOU KILLED YOUR GIRL'S BRO OVER A POKEMON
<Kharg> YOU CAN'T TALK
<Darc> he deserved it

* Darc is now known as [Box]
<Devit> NIGHT BOXY <3
<Impulse> Night Box
<Buffy> Night Box <33
<Kharg|Slayingdeimos> night bastard |D
<[Box]> NIGHT ASSHOLE
<[Box]> night doods
<[Box]> (I HOPE YOU DIE, BASTARD HUMAN)
<Kharg|Slayingdeimos> (SUFFOCATE UNDER HUMAN PILLOWS, DEIMOS)
<Impulse> ...wouldn't that techically mean the chickens that feathered the pillows suffocate him?
<Kharg|Slayingdeimos> ....possibly. yeah. uh
<Kharg|Slayingdeimos> either way </3 :(
<Impulse> You two should bond over your mutual need of chickens
<Kharg|Slayingdeimos> well they are useful and delicious
<Devit> mental chicken ping

Maybe they will be hatched by the time my finals are over :|

2008-05-25T20:12:11Z

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

Stats/Permissions

2008-05-17T07:06:04Z

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.

App poooost

2008-05-17T06:52:11Z

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?

((Voting went here!))