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Drakus Flavaar

Drakus is a handsome yet devious man. He has a ring on his finger and a reputation for trouble.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Patcharoo

Description

Drakus is taller then most men. His coal black hair settles on his head. His face is handsome with very defined features. His nose is the best shape for his face. His eyes are a normal size, though they are a dark colour indeed. He always seems content. His muscular form comes from years of training with his weapons. He is a dextrous man, who sacrifices some of his potential strength for speed.

Drakus wears a long white sleeve shirt and black button up vest (with gold buttons). He has black pants and shoes. Never without a cloak.

Essentially

Personality

Drakus is not a kind person to strangers, generally. The times he does show charm or grace are usually when he wants something. Confusion and anger rarely come to his face, which shows the severity of a situation in which he becomes visibly enraged. He often will go to great lengths in an act of deception and will continue a deception for as long as he believes he has control.

Drakus has somewhat a taste in company and has considers good company more valuable then the average person. His sometimes wreckless behaviour leads to true trouble as he seeks power and control. Amongst his vices are women in trouble (that he didn't cause), guilt and friendship. His false sense of nobility that he was brought up with oft demands he defend women. His guilt for his actions slows his progress to greatness. Those he considers friends he would fight for, endangering himself if need be out of a misguided sense of loyalty and comradeship.

He knows a good sword, but truly excels in research, absorbing any little piece of information he is dropped. While he fails to understand much of technology, he has a decent grasp on science and maths, though he often has a limited understanding of it's potential.

He pushes hard when there is something he wants, whether it is a skill to learn, a person to manipulate or an object to acquire. Failure is often not an option. He innately does not like vampires as something about biting and blood drinking makes him uncomfortable.

Equipment

Soulshiver
An enchanted blade, with magic ensuring it shall never lose its edge or break, and giving any struck a feeling of cold right down to their heart when struck.

Cursed Daggers
Eight in total of four different curses. Slow, weakness, confusion and blindness.

Cloak
Drakus is never without a trusty, sturdy, magic resisting cloak.

Gnarled Staff
This staff is dark in nature due to some form of magic it is afflicted with. So poorly enchanted it is that it leaks magic into the open air, making it difficult to see Drakus own power through its haze and ultimately hiding his own nature.

Magic
Drakus control of magic extends to that of blue magic, mostly in the fields of frost and ice, but at times he can use water and mental magics. They allow him a wide array of versatility and adaption in combat to opponents who may be faster or stronger.

Shapeshifting
Drakus is capable of shapeshifting into a winged wolf, black of colour with a lone blue streak along the fur of his spine.

History

Drakus Flavaar has had an eventful life, mostly by his own hand. At a young age he lived with on his family estate, and towards the age of fifteen he was quite close to his brother Alrion and courting a lady named Elizabeth, who he became betrothed to. His father was a violent drunk, but had him trained under an old soldier friend from years past. When at the age of sixteen the threat of war loomed again, Drakus and his brother joined. Unfortunately during the war Drakus was captured and spent time among the enemy, Orcs. In his time there he came to respect their hearty attitudes and cockily gambled his own ransom in fair combat, and won. Free, he chose to join the Orcs war effort against his own people. When battle next came it was at the end of the day when the enemy had been routed that Drakus still found one foe, Alrion, who became enraged by his betrayal.

When the war ended the two returned home at the age of eighteen Drakus found his betrothed moved on. Feeling alone, he sought something other, and found something in the hills not all that distant from his home. The thing he found was the Corruption, an entity that promised him power in return for corruption others with an unknown substance. Jumping at the chance to give his life meaning (and at the promise of power) he accepted and sought his destiny. His father remained a drunk, and Alrion had taken to drinking and whoring with no care for their family legacy. Sickened, Drakus decided to kill them both, first killing his father while he was in a drunken stupor, then seeking his brother and stabbing him in the gut and tossing him into a lake.

Then he went off to seek his destiny in Wing City. However, fate would play tricks on him.

While spreading the Corruption he met the love of his life, Cinder, a demoness with as much life and fight as he. The two married sometime later in a humble ceremony of only close friends. Another twist to his life was the return of his brother, either through an inept attempt on his life or 'being saved by the goddess' as Alrion so claimed. Eventually the two made amends for their past, though they still remain cautious of each other. On his path of Corruption, Drakus took to manipulating those around him, especially their emotions, and caused an elf by the name Lumierre to fall for him. But feeling the burden of lies growing on his shoulder he eventually came forth to explain he had a love, and Lumierre left. Drakus met with death once, but Cinder brought him back, clearing the Corruption's energies from his body.

Cinder soon became scarcely seen, busy with her own matters of demons that Drakus was ill-suited to aid in, and he decided to spend his time to rebuild his families fortune and name. He took to breeding dragons, a fully functioning preservation and sales business. That was, until his wife showed up one day carrying a bundle in his arms and quickly handing it off. With his son Ezrael entering his life, things began to get complicated. All but a single father struggling to maintain a newfound business, Drakus only encountered more troubles as a remnants of the Corruption seemed to have trickled into his son, harbouring a dark spirit in the child.

Curiously, Elizabeth returned, having completed her college degree in animals, as an expert on dragons, a love the two had shared as children, and also returning was Lumierre, who Drakus invited out to aid in his business due to her natural talents. However as the year continued troubles mounted and the dark spirit within his boy slowly growing more powerful. Allies gathered on either side until eventually things came to a head, and in a violent battle with the assistance Lumierre, Alrion and several others and no other option given, Ezrael was slain.

It has been a long five years since Drakus first came to Wing City, and he has since remarried, this time to Lumierre. With her, he has had two children, Lysander and Annika.

So begins...

Drakus Flavaar's Story

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Vipteri smiled and nodded, she continued eating the really good stew as Smudgie shot off like a blaster bolt and served a few other patrons, she spotted Drakus briefly, nodding her greeting of hello she was tempted briefly to wave him over when Smudgie returned with the drinks, pumpkin spiced drinks she wasnt used to but it smelled amazing anyhow. Seeing he brought enough drinks to the table she looked briefly towards Drakus again, perhaps he could join them ?

She nodded again however to Smudgies question of teaching him to type and write with a dataslate "Of course" She said, her throat somewhat scratchy as was normal, it sounded when she spoke like sandpaper rubbing her neck, thusly straining her vocal cords a bit "I'm not exactly a teacher though but I can do my best"

A feline creature stood upon the bar, the Nexu growled at any who came near and prowled about, apparently protecting someone; in this case the someone who was asleep ON the bar, dressed in various shades of green clothing that left much to the imagination. Snowbund slept like a rock. She was either sleeping off a hangover, or didnt get to bed in time to fall asleep, either one.

Well she WAS asleep

Until that Force Ping made her sneeze and she fell off the bar, behind it, the nexu reacting and diving ontop of her growling and licking the Cat creatures face crazily as if to wake her up, A loud "HAAAAAAAAAAAAACK" followed by a someewhat softer "SPITOIE" followed by a "I'll take my own shower later Nexi, Please get off me!" The Nexu did as told with a happy chirping growl and clamored onto the bar, all but crushing the barkeeper in her bulk as Snowbund, a bit soaked with a recent hairball got to her feet and brushed her gray furred arms off.

She then spotted Kinara nearby.... Well hello! It wasnt every day she saw her former Padawan in a Cantina! Easily hopping the bar after grabbing a pint sized Huttese Hangover, {intended for another customer!} Snowbund drunkenly wove her way without siling a drop towards Kinaras booth and plunked herself down, missed the chair and nearly decked herself with the table. "Kinara ? What are you three doing here" Yes Snowbund was drunk, which meant she saw mostly three of everything until who she was talking to started talking so she could focus. Though it was astounding that Kinara had yet to passout from sheer stench of Snowbund yet.

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Kinara waved and then poured some of her cider and took a swig, shivering at the bubbling on her tongue and down her throat as she swallowed the cold drink. The stench of her former master wafted past and her eye twitched before she used her brilliant connection to the force to waft the smell away from her. "You're smelling as fabulous as ever, Master." She teased, smirking as she took another drink, setting the glass down on the table.

"I heard you were in town; decided to swing by, see how you were doing since we last saw each other." She offered, motioning to the chair opposite of her.

She'd not seen her former master since they had went to acquire her second Saber Crystal for her guard-shoto. That was a few months ago. Contact since then has been scarce if any. Kinara was a stark contrast to her former master. For one, she was human, rather than feline. Two, she smelled better, and three, which is most noticeable, was she was wearing actual clothing; not what could be described as a Stripper outfit for a cantina.

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Smudgie's brain reacted differently to the air around Snowbund an attendant of Matriarchs that he was. Just a ganglion in his brain firing to insert into his inner to-do list about cleaning the Matriarch. The alcohol didn't interest him with a liver capable of tolerating a continuous duty cycle of whatever drugs he'd been exposed to. Alcohol barely got noticed in his endocrine and neurological systems as weak a destabilizer as it was. The gland that chemically synthesized material completely ignored alcohol as weak enough to only be considered noxious. Most gardeners thought alcohol made perfectly good sugary drinks taste metaphorically like the equivalent of rotten meat. They would never deprive a False Matriarch of their request even so.

He nodded at Vipteri before looking at the other two his mandibles dripping with some strange substance from the water he'd drank in the kitchen, "Smudgie is thankful to be given knowledge of using dataslates. I don't know if we are supposed to tend False Matriarch. Do you False Matriarchs clean in public sometimes like us? I'm not supposed to try and clean them without asking first! I brought all my brushes! EVEN THE BIG humanhander ones! Vinculum might come by and need to clean! The safe house should be prepared."

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Drakus Flavaar wandered into Gambit's Bar with a weary stretch as he headed to the counter to order rum. It was a relief to get off the conflict of the streets. But despite his tiredness he felt a certain energy stirring in him, the energy of being productive. He had a new project and he was going to see to it that this one succeeded. It was time to bury past failures and realize greatness once more.

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he had ridden his animal companion, an ageless dire wolf through the streets, his cloak hung loosely over his shoulders, Yvandír's eyes fell onto the bar and he just scoffed to himself before dismounting and casting a spell, the direwolf was shrunk into a small palm sized miniature stone statue of itself. Stepping inside he'd look about the crowd, approaching the bar, every whispered conversation he heard, though he paid no mind to it. "Glass of ale" he took his glass to a table and removed his cloak folding it up and putting it into his combined bag of holding/handy haversack and take a seat. his person covered in nicks and knacks, tools for cartography, small vials containing various liquids, and his curved duelling blade sheathed at his waist, his longbow set by his chair also.

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Drakus Flavaar took note of the man entering, though not so much the man but his possessions. It was the mark of a well-prepared individual, something Drakus could respect, and furthermore each item told a tale about the owner. He turned his head around to the new arrival and nodded in greeting. "Well met, stranger," he said, as his own rum arrived.

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Yvandír Vythari "greetings, stranger" he nodded his head towards the stranger and moved over to talk. his ease by which he moved through the room almost unnatural, as if he was the wind itself, taking a seat by Drakus, he'd settle his longbow by his leg at the bar. "usually when people greet me its because they want me to help them out, i found in my years of travelling" he chuckled at the thought, finding it now rather an amusing little thing

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Drakus Flavaar chuckled at the mans assessment and gave an amused tilt of his head. "I suppose you could say that," he said with a harmless shrug and a brush of his cloak aside. Running along the his vest was a sheath for four daggers, obviously meant for throwing, not to mention the sword handle that dangled from his belt. "Actually, I wanted to propose a game of strangers. The game is simple. We each make assumptions about the other based off their appearance and manner, hoping to be correct. For each time we are correct, the other buys us a drink, equivalent in monetary value of course."

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Yvandír Vythari now this was new, he smiled and placed the small stone miniature in front of himself on the bar, the small statue looking like a plate armoured wolf with a saddle and saddlebags, if one were to examine the small item. "alright then stranger, I'll play your game, you start us off"

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Drakus Flavaar tilted his head down to look at the statue with a discerning gaze, then up to the man with a quirk of his jaw. "You are a traveler, likely a lone wolf as it were, with the company of yourself and perhaps one other." His hand, sporting a single emerald marriage ring, reached out to extend his index finger to place atop it. "This item is for a practical purpose, though I know not what. You do not strike me as the sort of individual to carry sentimentality too far, stranger. I suspect it is magic, something tied to the companion I mentioned."

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Yvandír Vythari "just about hammer on the nail" he held out a finger, counting on his hand the amount of drinks to buy this gentleman at the end of the game, the faint marks of a band long gone on the now exposed finger. "you strike me as a practical sort, though not of a hot headed through the front door, but a more subtle path, though i'd not expected you to be within wedlock, however not often you come across who likes the use of throwing blades" he looked down at the little statue "and yes magic, else Fenris wouldn't fit in the bar" he chuckled

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Drakus Flavaar quirked an eyebrow upwards. "Fit in the--... It's a vessel? The statue I mean. Or it turns into an actual wolf?" He sounded surprised, impressed even. "Now that is a type of magic I must get my hands on some day. My own copy, of course. I can't just steal someone else's wolf and expect the loyalty of a well-trained hound." He rubbed his jaw, and nodded. "You are right in your assumptions, though how subtle I manage to be will depend on who you ask. I think we should drink before we continue."

He reached for his previously untouched rum to take a mouthful.

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Yvandír Vythari "its an actual dire wolf shrunk down and magically turned into a statue, keeping him in stasis" he'd set the statue down and reach for his glass, taking a swig of it before setting it back down "you see, Fenris is ten foot long from his nose to his tail, and can outrun horses easily" he smirked looking the statue over "if we took a step outside i'd be able to let you meet him" he took another swig from the glass

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Drakus Flavaar took another drink from his rum and set it down. "Perhaps not. I'm not good with animals, generally speaking, and wolves especially. Also, for this game I cheat," Drakus explained, "I usually start playing before I ask the other person to join. It allows me to notice things, such as your bag."

He finished off his drink with a sigh, as it was only a small glass to begin with, and ordered another. "I shall explain about myself, and perhaps you will be able to figure out my line of work. I have dealt with many individuals like yourself, and I can tell by your bag that you are a ranger. Bandits and mercenaries alike never travel and soldiers do not come equipped so specifically. They piss away their money on beers and women rather than a sword, shield or armour that could save their life or win them their next meal. Those vials, I suspect are potions, and if you have but one magical item I would suspect you of having another, most likely your sword. I myself carry magical equipment, in fact practically all of my weapons are magical." In a smooth gesture his brushed his hand along his chest to draw the four daggers loftily in his hand and laid them out just as easily in front of him as if on display.

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Yvandír Vythari "magic weapons? no these are artefacts bound to my soul my bow and sword i mean, though yes i am littered with magic items" he appraised the magical throwing daggers "hmm so a huntsman, of a different style and hunting grounds" he took another swig of ale "and different prey I'd suspect" he lifted up his longbow and laid it out for inspection also, the runes across its dark wooden length glowing with a incandescent azure blue, small trinkets and trophies tied to its length, some from demons and devils, others from other magical beasts.

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Drakus Flavaar shook his head, almost apologetically. "Only metaphorically, and only by a stretch. I am a huntsman for a good deal and my hunting ground are the markets. I am a merchant. But fear now, I shall not deprive you of coin in exchange of drink based off... alcohol motivated ramblings."

His eyes wandered over the longbow and his mouth parted ever so slightly. In his past Drakus had partaken a study of runes, and while runes tended to vary, he understood enough of what he saw. "I will make one final assumption," he added as his head turned about to examine Yvandir with a glimmer of understanding behind his otherwise neutral face, "You're a good man. And one not to be trifled with." He stood, waving off the bartender from the second ordered rum as he scooped up his daggers once more to sheath them.

"I should like it if our paths cross again. I'd rather you a friend than a foe. Good day." And with that he made for the door.