[Dariel Glaw]

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[style= text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]DARIEL FIDELIS GLAW[/div]

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THE BASICS

NAME: Dariel Fidelis Glaw
AGE: 51
GENDER: Male
BIRTHDAY: October 31st
RACE: Human
OCCUPATION: Slayer of the Supernatural
CLASS: Middle
POWER: Magic Null – Dariel bears the ability to negate all magical energy in a roughly fifteen feet wide area around him. This is always active, and cannot be turned off no matter what he wishes. In addition, people in this zone feel uncomfortable and begin to feel irrational fear and suspicion towards him, hindering his ability to form relationships with anybody, as people learn to associate feelings of loathing with him. If kept in close proximity for extended periods of time, magic-users will often find themselves experiencing pain in the form of headaches and body aches, further hindering Dariel’s ability to form relationships with those around him.

PLAYBY: Iain Glen

THE RELATIONS

MOTHER: Sapphire Glaw (deceased)
FATHER Oberon Glaw (deceased)
BROTHERS: Pontius Glaw (deceased)
SISTERS: Amberly Glaw (deceased)
CHILDREN: N/A
EXTENDED FAMILY: N/A
PETS: Ghost - White Percheron Stallion

THE APPEARANCE

Standing at a height of six feet five inches, with a lean and muscular build, Dariel possesses a quite intimidating frame. Having spent the majority of his life fighting creatures that even the most seasoned of warriors would hesitate to face, it is no surprise that much of his body is covered with various scars and marks from the claws and teeth of creatures. His eyes are a rather piercing blue, and are often cited as one of his more memorable features. Dariel’s light brown hair is cut short, both due to it being less of a hassle, and (though he’ll never admit it) because it is becoming harder and harder to him to grow it out any longer. He maintains a rough beard, which adds to his grizzled appearance. On his neck, Dariel has a tattoo of the holy symbol of the Nevarran faith.

When it comes to clothing, Dariel is usually found in rough, militaristic clothing, which provides at least a minimal level of protection. Due to the nature of the things he hunts, Dariel has learned quickly to never go without some sort of protection, as a fight could break out anywhere. When on the job, he can be found in half plate armor, a compromise between heavy protection and mobility. When not wearing gauntlets, Dariel will always have a ring made of silver on his right hand. Around his neck, he wears a silver medallion of the Nevarran faith. On his belt, he keeps a sword which has been coated in silver, in order to make it effective against ghosts and other ethereal creatures. Depending on the type of creature he is hunting at the time, he will also carry a mace with a silver coating, to better deal with skeletons and creatures that have no skin to pierce.

THE PERSONALITY

Dariel isn’t exactly the most pleasant man to be around, and that’s without even taking into account the mood changing field that surrounds him. He’s aggressive, harsh, and quite cold to others, and is definitely one to utilize actions than words in most circumstances. Though not necessarily rude to people in general, his consistently sour attitude doesn’t exactly make him the most polite of people, something which he is entirely aware of, and indeed, counts on. Though he’s not exactly a people person, he still wouldn’t mind a bit of human companionship, but in the long run it always turns around and bites him in the ass when he takes a liking to someone. Whether through the terms of his career, or the field he emits on a constant basis, any relationship he forms, friendly or otherwise, will eventually collapse from the stress. Better, in his mind, to avoid it and save himself from having to deal with loss. Besides, he’s done it for almost half a century. It’s just how he is.

THE HISTORY

BIRTH REALM: Faeryn
BIRTH KINGDOM: Eldwyn

Born in a village in Eldwyn which bordered Eldenar Forest, Dariel Fidelis Glaw was the third child of the wealthy Oberon Haulvarn Glaw and his wife, Sapphire Aquilus Glaw. Even as a young child, Dariel was not exactly the most liked of children within his village, and was often the target of bullying from the older children, including his elder siblings. His parents, though they loved him, often found themselves wishing to side with those who hurt him, something which they could simply not understand. After all, the boy was their son, their flesh and blood. Why did they feel like they should agree with the aggressors? Most of the other adults in his life were of little use to the young Dariel, as they often singled him out as someone who was a trouble maker. Indeed, upon his first day at his village school, the people who were to teach him decided he was someone to watch out for, the moment he walked into the building. For Dariel, he could never understand why it seemed as if everyone was always against him. No matter what he did, no matter how he acted, everyone always turned against him.

By the time Dariel was eleven, he had essentially given up on finding acceptance with his peers, and had decided that he didn’t even want their acceptance at all. He would often spend his free time reading books that dealt with fighting and combat, in an attempt to teach himself to defend against the constant hate from those within his village. Eventually, he came to teach himself to be fight back well enough that, though he was the subject of much verbal abuse from his peers, none of them dared to strike him for fear of Dariel retaliating. In essence, Dariel was thrown into a standoff of sorts with the other children. They would not hurt him, for he would hurt them back, while he could not do anything in return. For Dariel, however, this was better than anything he had had prior, and so was content with this arrangement.

When Dariel was thirteen, this all changed. While walking through the village market, Dariel was approached by a man who he immediately recognized as an outsider from man’s clothing and accent. Though cautious at first, as he was expecting nothing less than another verbal attack from someone new, Dariel was utterly surprised to find this man greeting him with obvious kindness and respect. This stranger introduced himself as Mordeci Praetus, and explained that he was a mage who had recently stopped in town to acquire some herbs that only grew nearby. He proceeded to explain to Dariel that he had approached the boy out of curiosity, for he had been scanning the crowd for a decent merchant with his magic, only to find his abilities blocked every time he scanned near the boy. Dariel was understandably confused at this, as he couldn’t see what exactly that had to do with him, specifically. Indeed, he told the mage that perhaps it was something or someone else in the area. The mage replied, however, that he was sure that it was Dariel.

Mordeci asked if he could confirm this, and offered the young boy a small bag of coin in exchange for his assistance. Dariel, though still unsure of whether the mage was trustworthy or not, accepted the coins, and agreed to allow the mage to use his magic to see if he could do anything to him. To Dariel’s surprise, and the mage’s delight, Mordeci’s attempt at peering into the boy’s mind was met with failure. The mage then proceeded to attempt to lift the boy with telekinesis, which he discovered also failed. As one last test, Mordeci attempted to create a ball of fire in his hand, but despite trying, Mordeci could not conjure up the flames at all. With his quick test done, the mage happily told the boy that it appeared as if he had a gift most special, and asked if the boy was interested in learning how exactly it worked. Dariel was, of course, absolutely baffled. Before the mage had approached him, Dariel had seen himself as someone with little worth at all, but now he was being told that he possessed a unique talent. After a few moments of thought, Dariel agreed. When told that further testing would require him to leave his family and home, Dariel agreed even more readily. Here was the only person who had ever been friendly to him, offering to take him away from his hell.

He didn’t care that he barely knew the guy. Dariel was going to leave.

Gathering what little things he needed, Dariel set off with Mordeci, traveling to the capitol city of Telinad, where the mage made his home. Over the course of several months, Mordeci and various colleagues of his studied Dariel’s abilities, testing to see exactly what limits it had. During the testing, they discovered rather interesting things about it, many of which Dariel realized explained much of why he had gone through childhood hated by those around him. His ability to null magic in his vicinity came from a sort of magic energy field which he seemed to continuously emit from his body. This field reacted with magic energies in a way which essentially canceled any magic it came in contact with. As a result, offensive spells could not be used within a roughly fifteen foot radius around Dariel, and any spell targeted at a location in that radius would dissipate upon hitting the field. Unfortunately, this field also seemed to affect the mind in some way, causing others to become uncomfortable in that same radius, which would then lead to suspicion and fear towards the boy.

Upon this realization, Dariel understood that, although the people in his hometown had treated him like garbage, and were wrong for it, it wasn’t one hundred percent their fault. It was simply a natural reaction towards being faced with fear. Such knowledge raised his faith in humanity by quite a bit. It wasn’t all their fault for being the way they were. It was partially his.

With his studies complete, Mordeci approached Dariel with yet another offer. While his academic interest had been sated, there was something more than Mordeci wished from Dariel, if the boy was willing to go with it. The mage explained to Dariel that, in truth, being a man of study was more of a hobby than his actual profession. Mordeci was, in fact, a hunter of that which humanity did not understand, a slayer of creatures most unnatural. He continued to explain that, during the course of his career, Mordeci had found himself facing more and more deadly foes, who, despite his considerable skill at magic, would often times prove to almost be his undoing. Indeed, he said, the only reason why he was still alive was that he was a colleague a mage who was gifted in the art of healing magic, who had managed to save him from the brink of death on a number of occasions. Much of Mordeci’s problem rested in the fact that the creatures he fought often were far greater skilled in magic than himself.

And that was where Dariel came in.

As the boy could essentially be used as a shield against the magic of Mordeci’s prey, the mage believed that Dariel could be an invaluable weapon in the fight against the supernatural. However, Mordeci was no wicked man, and would not force the boy into such a life against his will. Dariel, however, did not step away as the mage had feared. Instead, Dariel was excited to see that there was something he could do without being treated with scorn. Mordeci treated him like a person, despite obviously being affected by his anti-magic field. The mage was essentially offering him a life that he couldn’t have any other way. So of course the boy accepted the offer. Excited that his offer had been met with agreement, Mordeci took Dariel as a protégé, and began to train him to combat the creatures he would be facing.

Over the course of several years, Mordeci and Dariel worked together to fight the supernatural, gradually going from being an apprentice of the mage to a hunter in his own right. As time went by, Dariel managed to make something of a name for himself, especially after slaying a mage and his unnatural minions who threatened a major city in Faylinn. Though people still treated him distantly, he did not stay in one place long enough for most to learn to associate him with the feelings of dread that followed behind him. Though a lonely life, with only Mordeci as a friend, it was a fulfilling one. It was a life he was proud to be able to live.

When Dariel was in his late-twenties, tragedy struck. While investigating reports of suspicious deaths of children within the city of Aldor, in Eldwyn, the two hunters realized that they had stumbled across the trail of a group of Usk’ath, creatures which fed upon children and the recently deceased. Following the trail of evidence to an abandoned house within the slums of the city, the two were ambushed by several of the creatures. During the confusion of the fighting, Mordeci was disarmed of his sword, and forced to utilize his magic. Unfortunately, while fighting a pair of the Usk’ath, Dariel came to close to Mordeci, catching the mage in his anti-magic field. Suddenly cut off from his powers, Mordeci was left defenseless in front of the armed creatures. Before Dariel realized what had happened, Mordeci was hacked apart by the swords of his foes.

Seeing his friend and mentor cut to pieces, Dariel became furious, and redoubled his efforts against the Usk’ath. When he finally managed to slay the last beast, Dariel dropped beside his friend’s body, hoping that by some miracle, Mordeci might still be clinging to life. Unfortunately for the both of them, this was not so. Mordeci, his teacher and the only friend he had ever had, was dead, killed thanks to Dariel’s uncontrollable abilities.

After burying his fallen companion, Dariel spent over a week in a fragile state. Though he knew that Mordeci’s death was not truly his fault, as he had no control of his power, Dariel felt nothing but guilt. After all, though it hadn’t been his intent, his power was what made Mordeci weaponless in the face of his enemies. Only after a time spent in prayer to Zaahra was he finally able to accept that Mordeci had accepted the risks of fighting alongside a magic blank in such close proximity, and that nothing Dariel could have done could have stopped it.

Since then, Dariel has traveled across both the seven kingdoms of Faeryn and the six of Mourinor, hunting and slaying the supernatural. He has so far shown no sign of stopping, and indeed, looks as if he will continue for as long as he can swing a sword. For although the people of the kingdoms might hate him, he is the only thing standing in the way of the death of the innocent via supernatural means… and he will not let them die.

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