- Pronouns
- He/Him
Slimy_Froggy
Patron
Deceased
Name: Dargur TruzuzNickname/Alias: ' The Evil Dwarf'
Age: unknown, though he got a beard and a wrinkled skin
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Build: Small as a Dwarf, but broad and muscular.
Hair: bald, though he has a big dark brown to black dreadlock beard.
Eyes: cyan, they reflect the light in dark caves
Skin: pale and wrinkled with pale blue and pale red marks on it.
Tattoos/Scars: He's got pale red infected spots on his body.
Distinguishing Features: His dreadlock beard, evil look, cyan eyes and pale skin. If an open wound or small cut would get in touch with his skin, it will get infected. Every wound inflicted by his sharp fingernails also get infected.
Traits or Blessings: Evil and <to be approved>
Physical Flaws: his skin can't stand the sun, his body has infected marks scattered around.
Physical Qualities: strong, fast, acrobatic, can see very well in the dark.
Clothes: dark blue pants of rough leather. iron boots with cyan crystals on them, dark blue gloves with cyan crystals and dark blue to black shoulder-caps.
Hygiene: Bad, dreadlock beard, dirty rotting teeth and infected spots scattered on his body.
Voice: deep and rough
Family Heritage: He claims his uncle Krummi's place in Locun and will soon claim ownership over Tahkul-Rimtar, under which he has lived and waited all his life.
Worships: She Who Is Beyond Names and Jishrim, god of chaos.
Disabilities/Illnesses: Can't stand the sun and very well lit places. Is easily wounded and get infections for his fragile skin that never saw the sun.
Intelligence Level: very intelligent. Can read and write, knows several languages, knows how to manipulate others and make them believe there is truth in his lies.
Known Languages: Horgaahn and common and <to be approved>
Title: Dwarven Count
Political alignment: To the crown, so he says....
Personality: He is Evil, he's a villain. He will try to manipulate anyone he speaks with and will lie to them, many people fail to notice his deceit, for it's hard to see through his lies.
Fears/Insecurities/Phobias: He fears the king and his followers, for they are the only ones who can stop his evil plans, so he thinks. For he is a narcissist. Probably other people could pose a threat, but he does not see that. He is blinded by he egoism that has developed inside of him while he lived alone for so long.
Short Term Goals: Take full control of Tahkul-Rimtar and replace it's riches for foul things.
Long Term Goals: To spread fear and chaos. Transforming Tahkul-Rimtar into an evil place, a center of evil wicked Magicks.
Alignment: He swears allegiance to nobody but himself and his superiors in <to be approved>
Profession: <to be approved>
Hometown: <to be determined>
Current Home: The Secret cave of Tahkul-Rimtar.
Favorite:
Color: Black and dark blue
Food/drinks: dripping cave water, filthy potions, rats, bats, toads, fish, insects.
Animal: King Fisher Bird
Activity: Planning his evil cunning plans.
Person: himself, he doesn't even feel something for the ones that inspire him.
Least Favorite:
Color: white and anything shiny.
Food/drinks: alcoholic beverages. The alcohol clouds his mind, he doesn't like this for it makes him feel vulnerable.
Animal: bunny
Activity: cleaning himself
Person: Everybody, but especially <to be approved>
Backstory: A Kingfisher bird flies through the abandoned halls of Tahkul-Rimtar, fast and silent. He circles through the library, dust swirls up. After it seen that there is still nobody in this city, it rushes down the halls and past the fishing pond. He then flies straight down the steep cliffs, further and further... Suddenly he makes an odd angle and seem to crash into the cliffs, but there is no rock wall anymore. An enormous overhang covers the land below and holds back the sunlight. It is a very old- and a very dark place. It flies down and lands on a wooden pole.
Something moves in the dark, a shape detaches from the darkness around it. A dark creature comes out from the blackness and walks up to the kingfisher, he whispers "Speza". The hideous creature uses magick to communicate with the bird. He strokes the bird with his gross hands and filthy sharp fingernails while he listens to what the bird has to say. It tells the grotesque creature that Tahkul-Rimtar is abandoned, probably for over half a year now. "Ae Trâhj Urba Thir... Di eta writah" The broad black figure whispers with a low, deep and rough voice. He starts walks toward a pile of books and searches through them, his eyes reflect the little light there is in this cave while he scans all the book covers. "Youw..." He then opens one of the books to show an image to the bird. His evil laugh echoes through the enormous cave as he point to a picture that shows a magick city.
The day turns into night and the kingfisher flies out again, the creature follows it. In the pale moon lit night, the shape of the being starts to show. It's small, not tall at all, but it has a muscular build and it is broad in his shoulders. It starts to climb the steep cliff, up to Tahkul-Rimtar. As it climbs, it looks like a greyling. Agile and acrobatic, with a good grip on the rocks. Though nobody would mistake this creature for a greyling, cause it is not skinny, but rather heavily build. This creature is a dwarf. but no regular one...
The Dwarf has almost reached Tahkul-Rimtar, he can already see the tip of the temple of Korog. He starts speaking a rhyme in a low hushed voice with a very peculiar accent. It's the common language, yet it sounds foul and evil.
"Underneath Tahkul, ther's a dungeon... Underneath this dungeon, ther's ta Horgâr-Hall... Corruption once flew 'tere like a pigeon, where Babin and Zustid used ta rule...
Underneath this Hall 'ter's a cave with a giant pillar...
Little light reaches 'tis place, this makes ta darkness fill 'er... "
"Hrûthir!" The evil Dwarf shouts. Immediately the kingfisher returns, for it heard his name. "Meir Vrâw... Ae Zûll ûtir Thir Rimtar... Gur Babin, Gur!" It speaks, with his foul tongue. The bird flies off again and the dwarf reaches the edge of the cliff and stands tall in front of the fishing pool. "Ae 'ave come, ta take control o'er this 'ere fortress. May anyone who doesnae want me 'ere speak now, or ferrever hold their tongue!" He then laughs loudly in and coughs and cackles and screams. His days of hiding and preparing are over... His days of fulfilling his vows have begun.
This is the story of Dargur Truzuz, The Evil Dwarf.
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