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Name: Rover Damten (Yeah. Like a dog.) Title and Occupation: Founder and Captain-General of the Everywhereland Militia Age: Mid Fifties Height: 6'8'' (a tall sonofabitch) Weight: 250 lbs (a muscular sonofabitch) Race: Human Gender: Male Specific Information[/b} Homeland: Everywhereland Hometown: Fort Damten Marital Status: Doesn't matter anymore. Appearance Hair - a thick mess down to his shoulders. Multiple shades of grey. Face - Grey eyes, with a black patch over the right eye. Has a moustache the same color as his hair that forms into his sideburns, with no hair on his chin or jaw. Body - Tall and clearly muscular. Stands with a super-heroesque posture. Clothing and Armor - Wears no head covering or helmet. Silver plated shoulder armor covers the shoulder of a long white coat (sorta like that of a pirates). The coat has white fur trim around the collar and sleeves. Wears plain white gloves that serves as light protection and allows him great dexterity. A breastplate that matches his shoulder armor is under the coat (the coat is usually undone unless he needs extreme maneuverability). Wears a white shirt made of the same "cloth armor" that his gloves are made of. Wears white "cloth armor" pants, with silver hip armor that goes on the side of his thighs. Wears tall, white, furlined boots with silver toes. Chosen Weapon - Lion's Claw: A sickle made out of the claw of a giant lion (you'll see where he got it in the information below). The claw is silver, and his been whittled down to a smaller size than how it was normally. Extremely sharp (possibly not the sharpest weapon for Sim Battling, but definetly the sharpest item in Everywhereland). Only the point is sharp - the rest is round and blunted, like that of a cats claw. Virtually indestructable, but light (for Damten at least). Upbringing and History Brought up in a home that is spiteful for the Everywhereland Deity, One. An athletic child, Damten grew up to be a very strong man. Had a militaristic father who was the Captain of the City Guard, or pretty much a police chief, because Everywhereland is pretty much one country. Damten's father was strict when it came to teaching his son the way a man should be. Rover agreed with his father that it would be right to live on his own when he turned 13, and so he left Station Three for the Northern Wastelands of Everywhereland. He returned at the age of 23, to visit his father whom he left for ten years. Because of his ability to survive on his own, and because of the man he had turned into, Damten's father was quite proud of his son, and in a move that surprised everyone on the Guard, stepped down from his position to allow his son to fill his shoes. Damten worked for five years on the Guard, a very boring job as nothing as wild as the Wasteland happened within the peaceful confines of the City, until his fathers death in the ELY (Everywhereland Year) 3012 (which is equivalent to the time period in Earth history that was known as the "Medieval Period). Damten left the charge of the city in the hands of the Vice-Captain, and took flight from the City with merely two men in tow. He created a life for himself out on the Wasteland, using whatever resources that were possible. With what little wood he could find, he built a fort (a project that took him nearly 10 years to fully complete), which provided shelter for him and his newly founded Militia which guarded theirselves from the dangers of the Wasteland - 'pirates' who rode down the river, wild beasts that searched and fought for territory, horseriding thieves who prayed on travelers - all fell at the hands of the just Damten Militia. They were not the only militia that ruled the dead northern lands. Other groups, whom had sought escape from the law of the Cities, fought like the beasts for thier own area. A trend grew, and many, many small armies of bandits and nomads struck out for the Northern Wasteland and Southern Plains. The Damten Militia was now neck deep in enemies that wanted what he had - a place in the Wasteland that was secluded from society, yet despite its place, had a reasonably good amount of resources. Damten did not allow a single enemy foot to disgrace his land - at times, he alone took down small armies with his own blade just as a show of passion for the land he owned. His army came to be feared, and all who were not part of his company were either too afraid to attack or too stupid not to. There were two beings left in the Wild Existance that could take down this man - the Lord One himself (a portrayal of why he is Lord is explained in How All Came To Be, located in the Story Realm), and the Lion of Death. The Lord One slumbered, but because of the activity in the Wasteland, the Lion was awakened. The Lion of Death was an ancient creature, the Third Creature created by One, and was a myth among the men - Lord One had never taken him away, as The Lion had served as the first murderer, the first creature to slaughter a man. It symbolized chaotic endings to a beings life. And seeing the manifestation of this, the viewer would understand why. It looked like a male lion, except nearly one thousand times the size. It was a monster, and ancient muderer who had been provoked into awakening again and slaughtering all those who stepped foot in the Wasteland. Its teeth and claws glowed silver, its mane and fur a purple-hued black. It could tear a City down in under one hour. And it knew of Damten and his deeds. It came forth from its resting place and destroyed Fort Damten, killing everyone inside in a matter of seconds. Damten had been inside, and he had grabbed onto the Lions smallest claw. He pulled it free from the felines massive paw. Its roared deafened all who were near (it was muffled to Damten by the beasts claw). It was a perfect, wide, silver, sickle-shaped weapon, the sharpest point in Existance at its tip. It was heavy for an average man, but Damten was strong enough to weild it. He quickly bore a silver spear into the bottom, through the lining of fur and flesh that had stuck to it, creating a spear from the claw. He then ran to the wasteland, open, grey, and already dead, and beckoned the creature to follow. As it did, he dashed towards it, and under the monster. He shoved the mighty claw into the cats tail and swung himself up. He ran of the beast, who bucked higher than the mightiest bull, but Damten stood strong. Rover Damten was bucked from the rear of the Lion, and as he fell onto its neck, driving the Claw into the back of its head. It screeched and stumbled. The Lion bowed down, and Damten jumped to the ground, watching the Lion cope with its fatal wound. It spoke unto Damten: "Death is a battle that no man can overcome. I am Death, I am the Murderer of the Firstborn. You are Man, and to be wounded so by the one I had once shamelessly slaughtered, is a deep strike into my pride. Man has brought me down, and I am tame. Do as you will - send me back to my slumber, but know that I will never leave Existance." Damten escorted the Lion back to his den, keeping the claw as a reminder of his unnatainable feat. Damten left Everywhereland. He had nothing left - whatever enemy there was left, was not a challenge at all. He had overcome the best... or so he believed. His fort, in ruins, the Wasteland a mire of scratches and scars, he had nothing of material value left, and with his Militia, his family of fighters, dead, he had nobody to care for. Not even himself - according to him, his soul died along with the rest of the Wasteland. |
