Post by daz on Jun 20, 2007 5:52:32 GMT
Daz was slightly annoyed at Lunas for jumping in so dominantly, but so was the way of Lunas, so Daz let it pass without even a comment. "Well now its my turn I suppose. My name is Daz, I was born in a different realm. I was born an offspring, my father a demon, and my mother a whore, I grew up on the streets of a very unforgiving city. Lucky for me I was taken under the wing of a interesting old man. He had spent his life on the streets and taught me how to live, until one day, he saw something he wasnt suppose to, and was killed. From then on i was on my own. I learned how to use a blade, and used it in some mercenary work. Mostly undercover, hidden, shadowy things, then my demon side flared. An up and coming young wizard found me, and thought it funny to send me to "the place I belong" I believe was how he put it. That realm, the demon realm, had horrors, and atrocity's, that mortal eyes are not ever meant to see. Along the way i met my father, who for a while took a small interest in me and taught me how to harness my powers, latter I found out I was being used..." said Daz trailing off. "Later, after I came back, I fought my way up the ranks in the city, until eventually i was the most sought after assassins in the city. Then, one day something changed inside of me, and I didnt kill my mark, I let him go. I was then hunted down, but before they could come at me, I went at them. I killed hundreds that day, solders, and magicians alike. All fell to either blade or flame. Then, just when I was about to get away, something happened, and I found my self here," said Daz. Casually he looked up to see Eldak walk into the room. Still half asleep he plopped him self down next to Layna and rested his head on her shoulder. Pulling his black cloak tighter around himself, his dark blue hair covering his face, he lay there, eyes closed half asleep. Smiling Daz continued, "Im sorry Layna, I did not mean to upset you earlier, but his life has already been threated once this week, and your rite, I am lucky, and I do care very deeply about my boy. Looking at Eldak reminded him of his wife, and son back in his own realm, of course by now, they were both long dead, probably from the very people he had almost killed. "And I too feel the power in my son, one day he will become a fine magician," said Daz, his heart swelling with pride and smiling as he saw a smile play upon his sons face, hidden by hair as it was.