Description
A tall man, standing about 6'7". His boots resemble those of a bikers,and he wears black slacks just over them. He wears a deep red trench coat loosely about his shoulders, a black tee tight across the chest within it. His silver hair hangs about his neck, most of it tucked into a wide-brimmed black hat. Emerald green eyes gaze over the black shades resting on his nose.
Personality
He carries himself with an air of confidence, grinning most all the time. He's calm and down to earth, gentlemanly when in the presence of a woman. He can be quite the party animal when provoked, but prefers to just sit back an enjoy the show.
Equipment
When he does travel with a weapon, it is a broadsword about the length of his arm. The blade is inscribed with ancient runes of protective magic. However, they only offer protection to those who cannot protect themselves. He can carry any assortment of weapons on his person without anyone knowing the wiser. Otherwise, his main weapons are his claws.
History
Racaro's history is a long one, full of adventure and mishap all through it. At a very young age, about 19~20, his father was possessed by an evil demon, now known to be Crematin. Racaro's father was a powerful Coyote demon, so this was no ordinary feat. Crematin had been told of a future where Racaro would one day slay him, so Racaro's father, Hanitaro, was to slay him. As Hanitaro was about to finish the job, Racaro's mother intervened, taking the blow for her son. When she died her spiritual energy gathered all the metal in the surrounding area, and thus a sword was forged, bound to the soul that made it. Racaro, by pure mishap, slew his father with that very sword. Many years later, Racaro met a woman who would soon become his wife. They had four children together, but thanks to Crematin, she slew them all. After that happened, Racaro was crushed, and once again by mistake, slew one of the only people important to him. Racaro, now enraged by what pains Crematin had caused him, fought without regret, eventually slaying Crematin. This, however, would not be the last time he fought him. A cult by the name of the Kardek sought the resurrection of Crematin. Racaro has yet to put a stop to them for good, but wouldn't mind some help. Racaro has died 9 times, resurrected by a different means each time.
So begins...
Alighieri cackled with the roar of a thousand dying races, a terrifying scream which echoed into the depths of the void.
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
“
Kragum!? I ahear you, n'where you in this... darkness?
”
Kragum followed the sound of Fesna's voice through the Infinate Void. Finally her figure faded from the darkness.
Fesna's heart fluttered as Kragum faded through the black. A tear came to her eye as she rushed him, leaping forward for an embrace. She was confused - just moments ago they had been enjoying a flagon. Or was it moments ago?
Kragum caught Fesna and squeezed her tight. His heart warmed to know that it was he she sought out in this strange place - though, honestly, they were just together at the bar. After a few long moments Kragum pulled away from Fesna to look her in the face the best he could in this strange lighting.
“
...It me, Kragum. Y'know another smellin' fine as I?
”
Kragum shook his head and tried to smile. She caught on to his suspicions. With everything that had happened back at Wanderer's Camp, could you blame him? The supernatural bit at the edges of their sanctuary and pushed the folk further into Wing City. Now...where were they?
smack!
"What was that?!" Fesna clung to Kragum and aimed doe eyes at the noise. It sounded almost as if...someone had...hit their head?
Fesna looked at Kragum as thescent of flowers drifted from the source of the sound. She broke away from Kragum and not one step later was suddenly surrounded in an endless meadow of flowers. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized the beauty of the place, but also the infinity of it. Then, it hit her.
Kragum must have blinked wrong. Suddenly he was in an endless flower meadow-and how did Fesna get so far away?! He would have enjoyed the scenery, if he wasn't so suspicious, and if he hand't just been drinking rum at a bar!
He waved his arms over his head to get her attention and started off towards her through the flowers.
"Fesna! Do not move!" Kragum had no idea how things worked in this strange place. He didn't like it, and he didn't want to lose her again. He charged forth and left a path of disgruntled vegetation behind him.
Kragum stopped in his tracks as Fesna's wail reached him, a chill brushing over his skin. He picked up the pace, and this time it was Kragum's turn to go in for a hug.
Fesna embraced him back and began to weep. She wasn't ready to die! She had things to do, places to see! Remorse for wasted time hit Fesna like a ton of bricks.
“
Fesna.....hey, Fesna? Fesna!
....look over there?
”
Fesna gave a final pitiful sob, wiped her nose on Kragum's shoulder, and looked to where he was pointing.
There was a door, and it was closing.
She didn't even think twice grabbing Kragum's hand and barreling for the door.
Kragum let himself be dragged through the flowers, matching her speed and excitement. When they reached the door it had just clicked shut. Breathing hard, he bent over to catch up on air, and noticed a bunch of strange dust on the ground. That, too, unsettled him.
Fesna toed the dust gently, but Kragum yanked her away. She would have laughed at his superstition under almost any other circumstance.