HOME | DD

Description

Born in some long-forgotten village in Europe. He was on his own at a very young age, his parents having died of disease, his hometown brought down by the very same ailment, he was a lucky kid, in the sense he avoided the illness that erased his hometown.
He roamed... And roamed, eating what he could catch and snatch.
Eventually, he found himself on the streets in the capital of the Kingdom.
On a rather cold night... He was in an alleyway when a group of soldiers and ‘holy men’ came upon the young man (At this point, he was roughly 12-15).
They came to him with the promise of shelter and food.
In exchange… he’d just have to do as they said and follow their orders
Having nothing else, the boy accepted the offer.
He was given the new name of Alder.
..He certainly had to pay a hefty price for the shelter and food he was promised... Training almost constantly, learning combat skill after combat skill, and he wasn’t alone, several others were in the very same situation
One day, when everyone was 18 or close enough, they brought in what appeared to be a priest and some sort of royal figure.
These young men were being raised and trained to be soldiers.
The King was the royal figure they saw, and he came to supervise the new additions to his armies.
The Priest had an evil looking book, started drawing circles and symbols around the room.
As it turns out, it was a ritual of the demonic sort, to infuse these young lads with supernatural abilities and strengths.
...Most died. Some were crippled or maimed severely.
Those who were relatively unscathed were granted powers of the supernatural.
5 out of the 20 were (relatively) Unscathed.
Alder, and 4 others.
Alder gained hard and tough claws and scales on his forearms, hands, feet, foreleg.
He grew fangs and had spouted small but noticeable horn growths
And lastly, his eyes became a rose-red color.
As he grew and finally became a man, he and his fellow survivors became the most highly respected and powerful knights in the kingdom.
They followed orders without question, cut down people indiscriminately when merely ordered too.
Though, eventually, some of the survivors got Ideas and their own priorities.
Some, simply sick of doing as they were told.
Some just wanted to make their own choices.
Alder was not one of those who wanted to be free.
He just wanted to follow orders, and live.
Though he refused to join them in their fleeing, he kept silent and let them go their separate ways, as they were still the closest things he had to friends
Once they fled, he was left all alone.
About half a year later, a troublesome group of what were assumed to be demonically possessed bandits.
Alder was put on this mission, and e f f o r t l e s s l y cut down most of the bandits with ease, having caught them by surprise.
The ones he had taken down all had worn strange wooden masks... And when the leader of the group saw the carnage he had wrought… he challenged Alder to a one on one.
Alder accepted and made s u r e no one interfered... But it was a quick match.
But, the bandit’s last words... were his name. Alder.
Confused, he tore off the bandit’s mask only to realize he had cut down one of the friends who had fled months prior and through logical reasoning… the rest of his fellow empowered soldiers.
Something… started to burn in Alder… his mouth let out a haze of black smoke… and his horns grew to their full size
He stormed the King’s lands, cutting down a n y soldier he saw, and only soldiers.
Everyone else was ignored
After cutting down army after army… he gradually became weakened after each fight… He stopped caring about his health after he had cut down that camp oh so long ago… he only ate and drank enough to survive, he never tended his wounds, if he dies he dies, if he heals on his own, he heals on his own.
So one day, the final army came.
He took down all but one… and that one lucky man got in the last hit he needed…
But was taken down with Alder.
Alder, in his final moments, was approached by Lucifer, who offered him a position.
Serve him, as The Sin Of Wrath

Transformation - He can transform into a large Wyvern form. In this form, all of his physical attributes increase greatly (Strength, endurance, etc.) Gains the ability to breathe fire. He can also fly. Senses increase greatly.
Can feel whatever his cane feels (It is his transformed tail)
In his human form, instead of fire, he can spew out a fog of black smoke.
He still has increased senses and strength, just to a lesser degree than his Wyvern form.
He possesses a set of fangs, horns, and claws (Yes, even his toes are clawed) He also has some patches of scales here or there on his body
Personality-wise, he is just… very angry, all the time.
His temper is far shorter than himself.
He likes to work, enjoys sparring and fighting with others.
A fan of weapons of all sorts (Though he personally prefers stuff like swords and bows and the like)
He prefers solitude (Or company of a small variety).
When overwhelmed, instead of an outburst he’ll straight up just start crying.
Despite his temper, he is a damn good tactician and amid even battle, can think pretty level headedly.
Likes to play the lute from time to time (Or the Ukulele, depends on what he has on hand at the time)

Description

Born in some long-forgotten village in Europe. He was on his own at a very young age, his parents having died of disease, his hometown brought down by the very same ailment, he was a lucky kid, in the sense he avoided the illness that erased his hometown.
He roamed... And roamed, eating what he could catch and snatch.
Eventually, he found himself on the streets in the capital of the Kingdom.
On a rather cold night... He was in an alleyway when a group of soldiers and ‘holy men’ came upon the young man (At this point, he was roughly 12-15).
They came to him with the promise of shelter and food.
In exchange… he’d just have to do as they said and follow their orders
Having nothing else, the boy accepted the offer.
He was given the new name of Alder.
..He certainly had to pay a hefty price for the shelter and food he was promised... Training almost constantly, learning combat skill after combat skill, and he wasn’t alone, several others were in the very same situation
One day, when everyone was 18 or close enough, they brought in what appeared to be a priest and some sort of royal figure.
These young men were being raised and trained to be soldiers.
The King was the royal figure they saw, and he came to supervise the new additions to his armies.
The Priest had an evil looking book, started drawing circles and symbols around the room.
As it turns out, it was a ritual of the demonic sort, to infuse these young lads with supernatural abilities and strengths.
...Most died. Some were crippled or maimed severely.
Those who were relatively unscathed were granted powers of the supernatural.
5 out of the 20 were (relatively) Unscathed.
Alder, and 4 others.
Alder gained hard and tough claws and scales on his forearms, hands, feet, foreleg.
He grew fangs and had spouted small but noticeable horn growths
And lastly, his eyes became a rose-red color.
As he grew and finally became a man, he and his fellow survivors became the most highly respected and powerful knights in the kingdom.
They followed orders without question, cut down people indiscriminately when merely ordered too.
Though, eventually, some of the survivors got Ideas and their own priorities.
Some, simply sick of doing as they were told.
Some just wanted to make their own choices.
Alder was not one of those who wanted to be free.
He just wanted to follow orders, and live.
Though he refused to join them in their fleeing, he kept silent and let them go their separate ways, as they were still the closest things he had to friends
Once they fled, he was left all alone.
About half a year later, a troublesome group of what were assumed to be demonically possessed bandits.
Alder was put on this mission, and e f f o r t l e s s l y cut down most of the bandits with ease, having caught them by surprise.
The ones he had taken down all had worn strange wooden masks... And when the leader of the group saw the carnage he had wrought… he challenged Alder to a one on one.
Alder accepted and made s u r e no one interfered... But it was a quick match.
But, the bandit’s last words... were his name. Alder.
Confused, he tore off the bandit’s mask only to realize he had cut down one of the friends who had fled months prior and through logical reasoning… the rest of his fellow empowered soldiers.
Something… started to burn in Alder… his mouth let out a haze of black smoke… and his horns grew to their full size
He stormed the King’s lands, cutting down a n y soldier he saw, and only soldiers.
Everyone else was ignored
After cutting down army after army… he gradually became weakened after each fight… He stopped caring about his health after he had cut down that camp oh so long ago… he only ate and drank enough to survive, he never tended his wounds, if he dies he dies, if he heals on his own, he heals on his own.
So one day, the final army came.
He took down all but one… and that one lucky man got in the last hit he needed…
But was taken down with Alder.
Alder, in his final moments, was approached by Lucifer, who offered him a position.
Serve him, as The Sin Of Wrath

Transformation - He can transform into a large Wyvern form. In this form, all of his physical attributes increase greatly (Strength, endurance, etc.) Gains the ability to breathe fire. He can also fly. Senses increase greatly.
Can feel whatever his cane feels (It is his transformed tail)
In his human form, instead of fire, he can spew out a fog of black smoke.
He still has increased senses and strength, just to a lesser degree than his Wyvern form.
He possesses a set of fangs, horns, and claws (Yes, even his toes are clawed) He also has some patches of scales here or there on his body
Personality-wise, he is just… very angry, all the time.
His temper is far shorter than himself.
He likes to work, enjoys sparring and fighting with others.
A fan of weapons of all sorts (Though he personally prefers stuff like swords and bows and the like)
He prefers solitude (Or company of a small variety).
When overwhelmed, instead of an outburst he’ll straight up just start crying.
Despite his temper, he is a damn good tactician and amid even battle, can think pretty level headedly.
Likes to play the lute from time to time (Or the Ukulele, depends on what he has on hand at the time)