- At birth they gave me a name, though in truth I am
- Duke Vance
Should you desire to know, I am
- Male
When the last age passed I had seen
- Twenty
When not in the heat of battle I must admit I'm
- Heterosexual
My parent's blood runs through my veins and makes me
- Nephilim
Beneath what you see is another being
My heart shows my outlook
- Extremely authoritative and, on occasion, arrogant. I display myself as being shallow and self-absorbed, and even, at times, a procrastinator. However, while these traits do have a place in my real personality, much of my outward persona can perhaps be considered an intentional façade perfectly designed to cause those unfamiliar with me to underestimate my remarkable intelligence and ability. I'm an exceptional tactician, well-versed in various strains of combat theory and particularly talented in the realms of surreptitious information-gathering, covert operations and enemy ensnarement.
At the core, I'm a remarkably devoted commander whose primary focus and personal duty is to my friends and subordinates. Though I hide it well behind a veil of cynicism and self-importance,I'm a man who cares deeply about the people who trust and support me, and I go to great lengths to ensure their safety and well-being, even at the risk of my own. As a man with considerable power, I consider myself a protector to those without and acts accordingly, earning the staunch loyalty of my most trusted compatriots.
My mind recounts experience
- Well... It's difficult, to say the least. I cannot say that I grew up in the most loving of families, all things considered. I never really knew what a loving family was, considering my parents' occupations. My father was a lazy, bummed out drunkard - not that such an occupation for him is hard to believe. However, believe it or not, my mother was a prostitute. And yes, unfortunately, that meant that I was used with her on occasion for her to earn a little extra money. It's a bit of a sap story, really, but it's completely true. She used me during sex for money, and my father beat the hell out of me, all the time, simply because he had the authority to. And I took it, because I had no other option. What was I going to do? Fight back? Whenever I tried, I got beaten worse.
But not all of my family was that way. I did have a sister, Eclair, who was the most loving out of everyone in that damn household. She never did anything to harm me, and she was always there to hold me when I cried myself to sleep at night, or to help nurse me back to health after the amount of times I've had broken bones due to my father's beatings. Sadly enough as it was, my sister was half the reason I was beaten as bad as I was. If my father ever raised his hand to strike her, I always stepped in the way to take the blow. And of course, my sister being the elder of the two of us, tried to intervene and protect me. And I tried to then protect her. Et cetera, et cetera.
And as if that wasn't bad enough, we were living in an era of hell on earth. Azrael, a Nephilim that sought to rule over Heaven and Earth, had turned the world into a plain of hellfire and death. But did that stop my parents? No. They barely batted an eye. And the beatings got worse as we grew older. But there came a time and a place for everything, and when I was fifteen years old, I decided it was time to fight back. Lethally. On the night of her eighteenth birthday, my sister was brutally raped and severely beaten by our loving father, and I could do nothing. No, because I was being used by my mother yet again. That night, when my parents went to sleep, I quietly got out of my bed next to my sister and slipped out of the room, making my way into my parents' room. I was done dealing with their abuse, and so I took it upon myself to silence them eternally in their sleep by slitting their throats. When I returned to my room, I found Eclair wide awake, and completely knowledgable of what I had just done. But she didn't seem to care one way or another. In fact, she suggested we take what we needed, raze the house to the ground, and leave. And so, we did.
We fought our way through life for the next two years until we happened across someone who saved our lives, someone we will always be indebted to: a Nephilim by the name of Seraphiel. He taught us how to fight while he went in search of followers to rebel against Azrael. We joined, of course, and we learned how to become, if I do say so myself, some kick-a** fighters. Seraphiel led us against Azrael, which eventually gave birth to the largest scale war in history. While the war itself was short, the death toll was enormous. During the end of the war, though... I died. I was stupid and I thought I could take Azrael on by myself, which turned into a grave mistake. When his eyes met mine, I felt nothing but fear, and then cold as my chest was halfway blown to hell by a bolt of lightning from Azrael's finger. But somehow, life was breathed back into me by Seraphiel, who managed to bring my soul back from the afterlife by pouring some of his own life, by means of his own blood, into me. I soon began to feel power flow into me, and I quickly learned what had happened to me. I was no longer human, but nor was I an Angel. I was not a Nephilim by birth, but by creation, and I used that newfound power in order to fight back against Azrael. We won, in the end, but not because of me. Not because of Seraphiel. But because of Lysander, Azrael's own son, who took his father's head. Seraphiel left mysteriously afterwords, but not before leaving me something he held dear to him: his own katana whose blade is made from Everlight, an indestructible metal once cooled and forged properly: Yamato. His last words to me were, "Hide what you are, Duke, for the world will never forgive the Nephilim for what they have done in this lifetime." After that, he simply disappeared.
Now my sister and I serve the Soldromman military. I recently have been promoted to the rank of Captain, while Eclair serves the Empress Lhia as a member of the Royal Guard. And upon our swords and our honour, we vowed to live out the dreams of the Empress, and our own, in our own way, and changing the government's way of doing things in any way possible if we believes their is any corruption.
Even if it meant becoming criminals.
My blade stays but a minute for
- - Combat
- Cooking
- Snakes
- Storms
- Darkness
Take heed you'll only infuriate me with
- - Claustrophobic Conditions
- Spiders
- Insubordination
- Ignorance
- Royal Cooking
When the time comes to cross blades
I fight for the side of
- Soldromme Royal Family
Carrying my fury is my
Within me is power unimaginable
- Minor healing powers from the Angelic blood flowing through my veins, as well as few powers that lay hidden within Yamato. Ultimately, I will never be able to become strong in the magick side of power, simply because I was born human, a creature that cannot wield magick. The magick I am able to summon from Yamato is limited, as Seraphiel is the only one who can actually wield Yamato properly.
The one pulling my strings is...
Temporarily Schizophrenic
