Kaine Mors Draco

Kaine Mors Draco

Race: Human

Age: 35

Sex: Male

Class: Templar/Reaver/Beserker

Hobbies: Spilling the Blood of his Enemies.


Background:
Kaine is a Knight - Lieutenant Templar who lives in the city of Kirkwall. He grew up in Kirkwall, mostly finding work as a Bounty Hunter. Kaine is a hunter, a hunter of man, elf, Qunari. You name it, he has killed it, or brought it into to Justice. When he was starting out in his early hunting days, he had come across this injured baby falcon. Instead of putting the poor creature out of its misery, he took it up, and weaned it back to health. When the healing process was done, he went to set it free, but for some reason, the Falcon had bounded with him, and refused to leave his presence, unless it was to hunt. The falcon has been essential in capturing many fugitives in his Hunter Career, as Kaine will use it as a scout to warn of coming dangers, or possible locations of his prey.

He quickly rose in rank until settling with the rank of Lieutenant, and becoming in charge of his own hand picked squad of templars.

They soon became known as the Reapers, as they would use less than moral tactics in getting the job done, and showed no mercy to those that got in their way.

They soon were kept separate from the rest of the templars, and were given only the most dangerous of jobs that everyone else refused to do.

As their influence grew they were even given a mage to tend to their wounds, and access to Tranquil Mages to create enchanted armor from runes they acquired from their underground dwarven contacts.

To the other Templars they are seen as nothing more than Mercenaries that liked nothing better than to get their hands bloodied.

Kaine fought more fiercely than any of his men, thus gaining their respect and utter loyalty.

Soon after he had created the "Reapers" he was in a fierce and especially bloody battle with a blood mage and the demons it had summoned. The mage had just cast a fireball of some sort towards his group, and to save their lives he ran and lept in front of the flaming ball, and the right side of his body took the brunt of the blow.

To save his life, the mage that was under his command, along with the help of the tranquil, and a dwarven rune smith managed to keep him alive with the help of lyrium tattoos embedded into his body. However the fireball had done so much damage to his right arm that it had melted the flesh from his bones.Yet the lyrium infused into his body kept the limb alive and functioning. He however has it is covered in armor, and his hand gloved at all times. ( which changes later in as you will soon read)

The embedded lyrium took away his need and addiction for actual lyrium, as it now flowed through his veins, mixed in with his blood permanently. This increased his resistant to magic, as well as gave him advanced healing abilities. However, as a side effect, he can now not be healing by means of spells, or potions. Only his accelerated healing, and the reaver powers that he possesses is the only way to heal him.

On one venture into the wilderness around Kirkwall, he followed an apostate mage into a set of caves. Just as he was catching up to the mage, a mature dragon jumped from the ceiling, and crushed the mage under foot.

His troops didn't break stride, they surrounded the beast; and began attacking it from all flanks. At the sight of the flaming breath of the dragon, instead of cowering in fear he went into a blind rage spearing the dragon in the side. Using the leverage of the blade he swung himself up on to its back. With the power of his rage, and the might of his sword, he plunged the two handed weapon deep into the head of the dragon. All that could be heard was the crunching of bone, and the roar of agony from the beast.

It reared up, throwing Kaine from its head; snapping his blade off at the hilt. It then dropped dead at the feet of the rest of the Reapers.

Kaine shook his head, got to his feet his eyes still flaring with rage. He charged at the giant lizard, only the jagged shard of his sword hilt in his hand. He plunged what was left of his blade into the belly of the beast, tearing it wide open. Before the rest of his troops could stop him, he tore his way inside. After only moments he emerged from the dead beast with its large heart in his hands.

His men looked at him in awe as he bit into the heart, and began devouring it. Within moments the heart was gone, blood dripping from body, creating a crimson pool around his feet.

He raised his arms to the ceiling of the cavern and with an echoing and monstrous roar of triumph, and the flare of his lyrium infused tattoos, he collapsed to his knees, eyes closed, an his breathing haggard. Only the thundering of his powerful heart could be heard. His men just looked at each other with disbelief, and Then like a single entity, they all moved to his aid. Hoisted upon their shoulder they took him from the cave.

Camping outside the dead dragons cave; and as the sun rose above the mountains, so did Kaine. Before any of his men were awake, he crept back into the cave, and removed several ribs and the skull of the dragon. He dragged them out to the scene of his men rising from their slumber.

They all worked at removing the flesh from the bones, only keeping the scales, and leaving the rest of the useless flesh behind for the scavengers to feed upon.

With the bones wrapped in animal skins, they trekked back to Kirkwall.

Under the cover of darkness they entered the quiet Streets of the Capital. And with in the dark shadows of the empty streets found their way to their hidden base of operations.

The tranquil, mage, and Dwarven rune smith who had saved his life before, looked upon the dragon bones with wonder; they had never seen any in such quantity before.

The three labored for months, and were able to replace his broken sword with a wonderous Zweihänder (2handed great-sword) of dragon bone. The center of the blade had been carved away, replaced with solidified lyrium; various runes carved were carved into it.

They were not quite done, as another year passed; the skull of the dragon became the breast plate for his new armor, the eye sockets filled in with cooled volcanic rock.

While the armor was still being designed and created, his men had gone off to strip the rest of the dragon, however, the only thing that was left, were the front legs of the dragon, and its 2 horns.

They carefully wrapped these pieces together and brought them back to the trio of workers.

From the 2 forearms, they created arm armor, with the gloves ending in the filed down claws of the dragon. The tips of the horns were then adorned to the dragon scaled helm that he now wore upon his head.

A fearsome sight he was indeed; like a terrifying beast of war.While brandishing his Zweihänder and With his first practice swing, he sliced a marble pillar in half, almost bringing down the roof upon them. He grinned a fearsome, evil smile, and roared; all that could be heard echoing through out the area, was the roar of a dragon.

Soon after he became known as Mors Draco, which literally translates to Death Dragon.

The news of the 5th blight reached Kirkwall, along with a ton of refugees from the war torn Fereldan.

No sooner had the blight started, that it was over; with the hero of Fereldan slaying the Arch demon. However, now the land was in chaos; the circle of mages was in ruins; with a long job ahead of them to repair. Many mages had even left the circle to go into hiding, and became Apostates.

The Knight Commander of Kirkwall Meredeth appointed him to Knight - Captain and gave him the charge of choosing one Templar, not of the Reapers, to take with him to Fereldan and assess the situation, as well as to help round up any mages that might be there.

With his new rank; he said good bye to his troops, promoting one to the rank of Knight-Lieutenant who took over his position as leader of the Reapers.

He then teamed up with a Knight - Lieutenant Sloane; booked passage to the town Highever located in the northern most part of Fereldan. Which was the closest they could get, before being able following their orders; which would lead them towards what is left of the Circle.

Personality:

Very aggressive, and demanding. He holds a very commanding presence, and no one seems to question anything he says. He is not above causing pain and anguish to people he deems have information that he wants.

When he is calm, is when he is at his most dangerous; the calm before the storm. This is a time when blood will spill, and heads with fly; literally.

Weapons/Armor:

Weapons: Zweihänder made of Dragon bone.
Armor: Dragon bone breastplate which is carved from the head of a dragon the rest of the armor is made from dragon scale, with the gauntlets ending in the filed down claws of a dragon. As a backup weapon he has a falchion that he uses with a specially made magical shield.

Appearance:

Kaine is a pure brute of a man; standing at 6'3, and wearing his dragon armor, that was painted and polished black; makes him a frightening figure indeed. When not wearing his armor, tattoos can be seen all over his body, that seem to glow with their own light. His right arm is always covered with a dragon scaled arm armor, ending in the claws of a dragon. He never takes this off, and when asked about it he glares at you and snarls. When not wearing his helm, dreadlocks of dark gray, to almost black hair. His skin is a pale greyish color, that almost looks like death.

If you are one of the chosen few, and are able to see, and still live, his right arm is almost skeletal in nature, because of a gruesome encounter with a blood mage.