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Da'Karro Misantri

Death, torture, sex, its all a service to Ishka, in time you will serve her too, or I will serve her your blood.

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a character in “Crowns, Empires and Swords”, as played by zeph_gm

Description

Da'Karro Misantri
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Age: 27

Appearance: 6'2" with dark brown hair, a scar runs across his left eye and the left side of his mouth. his eyes are a pale grey and his skin tanned from an outdoor life. Religious Tattoos adorn his back and shoulders, and down his left arm, his right arm is covered in ritualistic scars, while other scars dot his body from his time as a pit slave. He wears a dark grey hood over his leather armour, and his Kukri sword is sheathed across his lower back. His sword is sheathed in the cured skin of his first sacrifice to Ishka, he refuses to answer what that was. His left arm is sheathed in a ornate plate gauntlet he uses to deflect blade strikes and tear at flesh. He wears a black bandoleer and belt on which hang a number of pouches of varying contents. Around his neck hangs a silver pendant of Ishka, it takes the shape of the head of a beautiful woman, blindfolded with crossing pieces of cloth, her mouth curled into a smirk, her hair tied to seven points of an inverted crescent moon.
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Build: athletic and toned, but not overly muscular

Personality: When needed he can act as the situation requires, but otherwise, his mood can sway swiftly from playful child to murderous psychopath in an instant. He is a highly dangerous man with next to no regard for human life and revels in the pain and suffering of others, which he sees as a gift to Ishka, his patron Goddess. He follows the orders of the Chosen one of Ishka without question, and holds a strange affection for Clara Stark, otherwise known as Scarlet, whom he refers to as The Scarlet princess, or "Little Dove". He is completely devoted to his Goddess, and will not waver from the mission given to him by his visions.

Where they live: Nowhere, he is searching for the chosen one who will bring about his Goddesses ascension. Currently aboard The Pirate Captain Robyn Shevas ship, the Harbinger.

What/ who they are: Former Pit slave and child of Khalidor, Da'karro is a vicious fighter and sadistic cutthroat, and most surprisingly a fanatical devotee of the Goddess Ishka, whom he believes is giving him instruction.
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History: He was born a slave and raised as a pit fighter, where he fought and killed for the amusement of his masters. He was eventually bought by a mysterious woman called the Lady Omaera, who at the time was a priestess of a Ishka. He was taken to her temple where he served her as her bodyguard, lover, and acolyte, until she ascended to the position of High Priestess. One day, while in the throes of a bloody, orgiastic sacrifice to Ishka, Da'Karro received an apparent vision from the Goddess, instructing him that she was to ascend unto the earth, and bring all under her benevolent rule, but that to do this, she would require a host. He was apparently told to seek out this chosen one, and protect her, so that when she was ready, Ishka could ascend into human form. He has dedicated his life to the task, and he will not fail his Goddess.
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Skills: Da'Karro is a vicious and brutal fighter, adept in the art of killing and maiming. He is also a Devotee of a Ishka, and in his time among them learnt many secrets of pleasure and pain, he is an expert courtesan and torturer alike, often blurring the lines between which is which. He is Sociopathic but will obey the orders of the chosen one, unless he believes their orders to be against the will of his Goddess.

So begins...

Da'Karro Misantri's Story

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Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen Character Portrait: Robb Stark Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Da'Karro Misantri Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger Character Portrait: Roth Ursuul Character Portrait: Clara 'Scarlet'  Stark
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"Scarlet," Da'Karro said, taking her hand suddenly, Clara smiled. "What is a friend? I mean, what makes someone a friend? what does it mean?"

Clara looked at him for a moment, musing over the question. She never really thought about it before, the true meaning of a friend. "Well, I suppose that it is someone you have something in common with...some one that you can laugh, cry, be yourself without any judgment, but honestly, friend is a relative term. It all depends on you." She said softly squeezing his hand some. "I would think that you and the Captian were friends, you've alot in common, as well as you in Mr. Casey, he's someone you can talk to, and even though, we are." She paused and smiled. " Courting, I would say we are also friends, because you allow yourself to be just that with me, without fear of rejection. but like I said, it's really up to you, and what you think friendship means. Like Queen Tenanye, she fights in a war that has nothing to do with her or her people, for someone she calls a friend, because that's how much her friendship with Queen Amelia means to her." she said and looked at him. " Why do you ask?" She said, it must have been odd to mourn someone only to find that they are still alive....She's has done it enough to know.

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Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen Character Portrait: Arya Stark Character Portrait: Robb Stark Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Da'Karro Misantri Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger Character Portrait: Roth Ursuul Character Portrait: Clara 'Scarlet'  Stark
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#, as written by zeph_gm
"Why do you ask?" Clara asked as he digested her explanation, someone he could be himself around. He thought he was relatively open with everyone, to the point of it being innappropriate. Scarlet was the only person he thought he could cry in front of, but Casey had cried in front of him. Did that make him Caseys friend? Did that mean that it went the other way and Casey was his friend? Goddess who knew friendship could be so confusing. He couldnt imagine ever seeing the Captain cry,the mere idea seemed absurd, did that mean that she didnt have any friends? But he and the Captain seemed so... Similar, shared pain and mentality, shared thoughts and feelings. Did that make them friends? Or just alike? Enemies could be alike, so perhaps that wasnt it...
"You may have just made me even more confused my love." He said with a ponderous scowl, "When we farewelled Sheva, it seemed she had so many friends there to bid her goodbye, I wonder when I die, whether any but you will be there to mourn me." He looked back at her and smiled, "Come, enough talk of death and mourning, enjoy the party, you have everyone back together agai-" Da'Karro said before stoping dead. Ice locking his spine and his stomach falling into a bottomless pit, time seemed to slow as his senses fell away bar a single sound ringing in his ears.
Laughter.
The sound brought terror and anger and harrowing memories. He knew that laughter. He had heard it before. A long time ago. A different time, a different Da'Karro, but he remembered that laughter. The laughter that had rung out as he had been tortured on a table.
Da'Karro seemed to turn in slow motion, the room fading into nothing except for the echoing of the laughter. Nothing else mattered, nothing else would matter, nothing else could.
"You..."
Down on one of the lower tables, sat a man with a sallow face and greasy hair, his angular features and hollow cackle making him like a laughing ghoul. He knew that man. He knew what he was.
Da'Karros Kukri was free of its scabbard and he was on the table and leaping for the lower table fast as a demon loosed from hell. Nothing would stop him. No one Could stop him. Not for this man. For what he had done. For what he had made Da'Karro do. He would die. He would die now.
As Da'Karro fell upon the table like a avenging angel, a blood curdling scream rose up from his lungs, filled with anguish and pain and guilt. Tainted by hatred, scorn and a life lost. It filled the hall to its breadth and width, chilling all who heard with its visceral agony.
"LOOOCKE!"

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Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen Character Portrait: Arya Stark Character Portrait: Robb Stark Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Da'Karro Misantri Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger Character Portrait: Roth Ursuul Character Portrait: Clara 'Scarlet'  Stark Character Portrait: Queen Tenanye Ananse
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"You may have just made me even more confused my love." Da'Karro said and Clara sighed defeatedly, she really didn't know how to answer such a question but she tried. "When we farewelled Sheva, it seemed she had so many friends there to bid her goodbye, I wonder when I die, whether any but you will be there to mourn me." Clara had nothing for that, did he have any friend beyond her? She knew that they would be there, Jon, Casey, and the Captian, but would they be there for Him? and not just supporting her? She thought about the question, and didn't know how to answer that either. He looked at her and smiled, causing on to grace her lips as well. "Come, enough talk of death and mourning, enjoy the party, you have everyone back together agai-" He stopped, his expression going completely blank for a moment before scanning the room. Clara looked at him and tried to follow his gaze. She found it on one of the bannerman, a few tables down. She frowned some, out of curiosity. "Da'Karro?" She called to him, touching his arm as he glared daggers at the bannerman. "My Love, What is i-"
"You." He hissed and before she knew what happened, he was gone in a flash, his Kurki free and a horedous scream broke from his throat, that sent cold chills down her spine."LOOOCKE!"
Suddenly the monster was free again, having consumed the man, and unlike all the times before, she didn't know why and she was terrified, She stumbled back to her seat and curled up, watching in horror.

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Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen Character Portrait: Arya Stark Character Portrait: Robb Stark Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Da'Karro Misantri Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger Character Portrait: Roth Ursuul Character Portrait: Clara 'Scarlet'  Stark Character Portrait: Queen Tenanye Ananse Character Portrait: Moloch Markus
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Tenanye shot to her feet, in the instant that Da'Karro's blade flew free, She reached out her hand and thin white threads, sprang from her long black nails, and hooked around Da'Karro's wrist, but it was much too late as his blade had already done what it had intended to do. Tenanye pulled the thread and whipped Da'Karro back and away from his victim, as Jon and the other's got to doing their duty. Jon was furious and his beloved cousin was struck dumb, unmoving, just covering her ears and her eyes shut tight as if she knew what was going to happen and was powerless to do anything about it.

Tenanye could see that Jon had very few options and this point, the only thing he could think to do was to have him arrested, she kept him wrapped tightly in her web like the spider she was, he wasn't about to get free.

"It is a shame I had to do that." She said as she wrapped the thread around his wrists, keeping him bound, and broke the thread as Jon and a few other men ushered Da'Karro off.

Clara looked green, as she stared at what was left of Da'Karro's latest victim, thankfully, Amelia was there, a shoulder for her to cry on, in which she used.

It was in that moment that a foreign looking man appeared with the young squire, Podrick, seemingly having missed what just happened. Tenanye, approached him. " You must be of Drake, yes?"

The man nodded, Tenanye looked back at the calming chaos.

"Take me to your King," She said and she followed the man out to meet this King of Drake. She didn't know what to expect,maybe an older man, mage like in appearance but she didn't expect the golden eyed man before her.

"King of Drake?" She asked, not quite sure if this was correct. "I am Queen Tenanye, the King of the North is presently quite busy, you'll have to forgive him, much has happened." She said with a smile and gestured to the snow covered terrace. "You wanted to discuss the future?"