Info

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Player – [raikou]
Name – Diarka Nekomata
Race - Catfolk
Sub-race – Panther Clan
Class – Shadow Warrior
Allegiance - None

Appearance – Diarka’s panther clan body structure sets him at a intimidating 6’3, which is tall compared to some but makes him a runt pitted up against many of the other catfolk. Raven black is the color that covers the majority of Diarka’s body via his lustrous and almost silky fur, only differentiating with his full and straightened crimson or blood-stained head of hair reaching down to his shoulders and his deep, almost penetrating amber eyes. Being of a more humanoid clan amongst the catfolk, Diarka’s well toned body is only partially masked in his precious fur, parting from his elbows to his shoulders where the fur line travels from the shoulders towards the center of his chest just below his pecks and the break continues to just below his abdomen. Diarka’s exposed flesh is slightly tanned, and seems to brandish many a scar, though his body contains more than what is seen as the fur camouflages all others. Three of his visible scars hail in the abdominal region, one just above his abs short and straight and a vertical, a jagged and more rough wound starting on the left of his body and working its way into the abs and one more a straight stab wound into his lower gut. Aside from those, his bare arms contain many a nick and scar but so common and insignificant that they are not of much significance upon his physique.

Age - 24

Personality – Diarka is not and never has been a firm believer in the term of friends. This choice in thinking has come from many betrayals in the past and leads him to consider the possibility that a true friend does not and can not exist in the world as is and so his trust isn’t easily handed to another. Despite that he still may pose or feign a trust to benefit his own needs but only as long as he deems necessary, and may act friendly if needed. Diarka is not a fan of being a socialist and can become very annoyed with large groups, but can remain calm and collected at the very least on the outside and will tolerate it to an extent. Like most of the panther clan, he is not quick to anger but will not hesitate to slaughter another if given enough of a reason in his mind, short of a debt worthy of sparing the life or some kind of penance. Due to previous experiences in his life, Diarka also has a jealous tendency or a need for attention and whether he shows it or not is depending on his mood, though more often it remains an inner desire. Occasionally he can be persuaded into aiding another, or can be tamed in a sense by a pretty face, but in no way would he compromise himself for something or someone he didn’t deem worthy. Cold and ruthless emotions are the signs of Diarka readied for battle, and if blood has been drawn on either him or his opponent there is a good chance either a feast or mutilation will soon take place, though he isn’t above mercilessly killing another quickly before they can even react like when asleep and once he gets started he will continue to fight until he either cannot or until death of either combatant. These tendencies can be fueled by false accusations, unjustified aggressions or even grudges be it short or long term, which he will never forget and can rarely be redeemed.

History – Diarka was born into a somewhat large family of seven, he himself being the fifth of 4 females and 3 males. So ever since he was a young child he wished to be noticed and wanted to take most everything from his other siblings as he always felt as though he was neglected despite the fact they all were equals in the eyes of his parents. As the siblings grew and constant competition between them all rose, Diarka seemed to fall behind most of the lot being known as the runt of the litter as he tended to be smaller than the rest and seemed to be more of a failure compared to his many brothers and sisters. The jealousy factor began to play a large role at this point in Diarka’s life around the age if 15 when he began to seek strength, skills and a path to creating his own way of life to get away from his fellow siblings and become something worthy of attention. He decided to set out and seek a master to teach him, to train him, and to learn how to hold his own in the world and make something of himself. After following many a rumor spread amongst the lands he came upon one he would soon know as master, a beautiful young temptress versed in the ways of the sword, one known for striking down any claiming to be a great fighter and never revealing her name aside to one worthy enough to be at the end of her metal. At first Diarka was ignorant and was seemingly like a hopeless case, wondering if he would ever get better but his master assured him that it was only a matter of time as one cannot become a true wielder of the blade in a night. From the attention and time spent with her, Diarka felt he could trust his master completely and trusted her words without question training, working harder and harder each day, sparring over and over suffering many a cut and open wound across his body from his careless actions. This strict training and way of life lasted for five straight years living alone in solitude with his master, one who was irreplaceable to him, and learned the ways of the shadow warrior which was only to be the first step of his supposed training. It was his trust, caring and unquestioned loyalty to his master that led to a shock that would shake him long into his later life. One fateful day, the only female in Diarka’s life decided it was time to truly test how much he had learned, and if he could land even a single scratch to her precious flesh he was ready. The match between the two waged for 15 minutes, Diarka suffering a few minor nicks, and one more major wound vertically above his abdomen. Desperation drove him to rush her foolishly only to have her parry his strike, and land her cold steel to the left of his abdominals, but after a slight pause he moved into the weapon causing a jagged slice into his skin stretching and reshaping the gash to the left. Allowing him to strike while immobilizing her strikes by grabbing her arm while the bloodied tooled remained in him, he took one final swing at her just dragging the very tip along her cheek barely drawing blood, but the requirement was met and she pulled back removing her blade. Diarka was weakened and losing blood but an expression of happiness overcame him like nothing he had ever felt as he gazed into his master’s motionless and seemingly infinite blue eyes before she mustered a weak smile and pulled him close. Breaking away after a few short minutes she stared back into his eyes and suddenly as a tear began to streak down her cheek, a sharp pain strike him directly in his gut, paralyzing him almost instantly not from the pain but from failing to understand what was going on. As Diarka’s vision became blurry from blood loss and the mind-numbing pain, his master was now in tears as she uttered her name to him, but he couldn’t hear anything, he couldn’t even move from the shock lasting for a few moments before he fell hard and fast losing consciousness. The last image in his mind was his master seeming to be in emotional pain standing in front of him as a crimson-dipped dagger fell from her hand. He had remained in a coma like state for 3 days only to awake in the small house they had lived in all these years to find everything she ever had gone, aside from her golden necklace containing a jet-black diamond which now lay across his chest, while his own body bandaged severely around his mid body as he lay there motionless. With the only one he thought he could trust completely abandoning him and betraying him, it skewed his ideas and beliefs shaping them into new vows against being so naïve ever again. After his life altering situation he spent the next 3 years of his life trying to find his master looking for something, seeking an answer, meaning or maybe even revenge, not even Diarka was completely sure but he gave up well into the fourth year and began to feel it was time to move on and find a new meaning to his existence still clinging to her only left behind possession.
Weapon of Choice – a silver scimitar engraved with his family name upon the blade, and his families crest on the handle.

Others – It isn’t impossible for Diarka to trust another, nor is it impossible for him to change some of his views towards others but it would have to take something of significant value to do so and the chances for it remaining are gravely low. Out of battle he tends to detour from large groups, showing kindness where due, otherwise keeping his distance but will stop at nothing short of death or immobilization in combat unless there is a 100% chance of failure in which case he will return to kill some other way for vengeance.
Element - Black (Death)

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Stats

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Level - 3

Experience/To next level - 778/1300

Equipment -
Crossbow (1 Atk, -1 Def, 4 Rng)
Scimitar (3 Atk, 2 Def, 5 Wgt)
Shuriken x 4 (1 Atk, 4 Rng, .5 Wgt)
Dagger (1 Atk, 1 Def, 2 Rng, 1 Wgt)
Black Leather Armor (3 Def, 2 Mag, -1 Dex, 7 Wgt)
Sling + 2 (3 Atk, 5 Rng, 1 Wgt)
Leather Helmet (1 Def, 1 Wgt)
Lesser Healing Potion x 4 (2 Wgt)
Mana Imp Bones x 5 (5 Wgt)
White Opal x 2 (30 GP each)
Magic scroll (Unidentified)
Aloe Vera x 2
Bolt x 17
Blue potion x1 (1 Wgt)
860 GP

Stats
HP - 6/14
MP - 5/10
Str - 6
Con - 5
Int - 5
Mag - 5
Dex - 7
Cha - 5

CC - 23.5/33

Skills – Lockpick, Handle Exotic Weapons, Handle Swords, Handle Crossbow
SP - 0

Special Skills
Cloaking - When the shadow warrior hides, he is almost invisible. + 10 to hide and move silently.

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Score
Status - Slave
Battle Fought - 0
Battles Won - 0
Battles Lost - 0

Kills - 0
Deaths - 0

Score - 3



Assassination quests: 0
Retrieval or monster killing quests: 1
Aid or rescue quests: 0
Persuade or investigate quests: 0

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