Name: Darius Von Stromm, the Dragon Battlemage
Race: Ice dragon-human hybrid with ancient demonic lineage
Age, Sex and Orientation: 23, male, bisexual with a prominent lean towards women.
Affiliation: Ex-Resistance, now gone Rogue (his presence and motives are uncertain to both sides, as he may attack either of them or help them, if the price is right).
The man uses magic as a main offensive when things can get loud, but is found to also carry human weapons. Darius will be found with a .50 Sniper rifle with 2 clips with cold iron rounds, and twin semi-automatic pistols on each thigh.
Darius elected to be a battlemage, one of the strongest forms of mages to walk the sides of the Resistance. These mages all specialized in destructive and powerful magic, and training the future mages to master as many different magic and knowledge was the duty of the Academies. Darius was already able to use 2 of some of the most destructive types from his bloodlines; demonic and draconic, with some spells considered ancient. He isnt quite sure what he's doing sometimes in those cases truly, as limited information is being fed to him by is darker side as things go, and is very instinctual. His magic has a large inclination to chaote magic, and pulls it's tendencies from many different roots, like the 4 elements for example.
Daruis' strongest ones he uses are known as the Grand Division Arc magic, which specializes in dividing, or cutting matter itself. Also known as Great Slicing magic. In concentrated amounts, it can appear as swords that fly around the user. They fly like the wind and cleave through whatever stands in their way, may it be foes, trees, a wall or the ground (of course he doesn't cleave through the ground, but it will leave a trench in the ground with enough force into it). Elementalists call this one of the extremes of the air elemental magic. Though it is his strongest form of magic, it isn't the one he always uses, resorting it whenever he faces tougher enemies.
Born with faint residues of a dark ancestor, Darius passed many years tormented before truly regaining his hold over himself. Now, not only does it bring forth his draconic side, but he wields darkness like a cloak, and wreak havoc amongst the battlefield. Manifesting 2 large magic circles above his shoulders, they are the main means which he casts magic, though not the only ones. These are usually mirror to one another, but the mage is able to use one at a time if he so desires. These have different properties with the different characters and shapes that appear inside. They are created by his will, and are firstly created in his mind. He has to imagine them, and every moment that happens with as much accuracy as possible. Working with his entity, he resonates his soul closest to his magical sides, changing his body accordingly. Darius isn't fond of this because no one stands this form without horror or disgust as his body warps into that of a dragon's. Rare does he ever take on a full dragon's form, and often partially morphs his body or develops some parts of his father's side, such as spikes, horns, claws, scales, larger forearms, jaws, even wings and a tail.
But secretly, his strongest magic is a simpler kind; enchantments on objects. He always had a strong sense to his own energies and as magic grew stronger, so did he. His enchantments are rather powerful, but these require a ritual that can, depending on the enchantment's strength, take much energy and time. It also demands a near-controlled environment with no disturbances. These sometimes seem to have pagan backgrounds in them. They often function as buffs and protection wards, shielding the protector from certain types of spells or magic, or to help with healing processes.
Weakness: Holy water, for one, causes red burns on his skin. His unwanted hybrid self also hinders him to social extents. Has a knack of going 'full-throttle' and running out of energy, doesn't fare well with teams. A little of a loose cannon, his rudeness and lack of tact with others can seem arrogant, cold or outright mean. He also doesn't like it when people see him use magic, as his dragonic side grows as he uses stronger powers. In battle, he is often cloaked and by himself, preferably on higher ground and away from everyone, so they can't see all exactly how his magic twists his human body, so his spells and abilities pass overhead and land on desired enemies without hitting friendlies as much as possible. Darius has also developed a more grey area of mindset, accepting the demon's inherent presence in his blood (explained more in bio)
Personality: Arrogant, selfish and a spirit that yearns for freedom, Darius isn't the easiest person to handle. He knows politeness, but doesn't always use it. His tact is near zero and rarely has much to chatter about. Much of a workaholic, he's devoted most of his life to magic and his chaote-style practices, one which melds many different forms which the practitioner feels more in-tuned with. A small fear of crowds makes him nervous when there are many people around, and will often opt to be more on an observation advantage and out of the group. He doesn't enjoy thinking about family, or his origins and despises both. Though he has accepted what he is, he isn't always fond of what he becomes, and will push people away before he harms them. His darkness that flows in his blood and his past make him a sour and hateful person, who lives in great pessimism and rare hope. Darius rarely gets attached to anyone, but if he does, he tends to be a lighter and happier soul, with somewhat of an easy-going and laid back attitude. The sense/need of freedom never leaves.
Biography: Darius was the issue of the rare offspring that survived a woman being raped by a dragon 3 years before the war started. By then, things hadn't gotten so bad, and no one believes his mother, that is until they saw her son that she gave birth to. At first, they thought it was hostile human enemies that had attacked in the middle of the night. Every one evacuated the city when the sounds of loud crashing and fire started spreading. His mother was one of the first few houses to be struck, and the dragon that attacked her played with his 'toy' in the most vile of ways, destroying her honor, her spirit and her esteem as he defiled her. Choosing to let her live instead of killing her as extra torture, the dragon left to raid more homes, leaving the woman on the ground in her destroyed home.
She was awoken by rescue guards the next day, aching everywhere. She was brought to the hospital and kept there for a while to restore herself. She began feeling the morning sickness after a week in the hospital, and discovered that what she hoped was just an awful nightmare after being knocked in the head from debris, had some truth to it. All that was detected by the doctors were that she was impregnated. She demanded an abortion, and so she took appointment for it. But the procedure failed, the fetus remained untouched and intact, the the dismay of all the staff present. She was truly stuck with this child, after trying multiple times, with different clinics. She bore hatred for this child she never asked for, who ruined her life. And as nature goes, 9 months past, she went into labor and gave birth to a... normal human son. She was slightly puzzled, but happy that she didn't give birth to a scaly monster. It didn't make up for the fact that he was issue from intercourse that was never intended. But maybe, just maybe, this child would grow up to be a normal human being. A futile hope, but she was able to grasp that hope until his was 3. At that age, tiny little spikes began to poke from the contour of his visage, his shoulders, elbows, and knees. Dread flooded his mother when she first remarked these, and deep down, knew her hopes were nothing but desperate dreams. 4 years later, the declaration of war started, and the full-on display of the Fae forces displayed for the world to see. They understood how humans communicated and got a hold of the equipment, with the help of some rebels garbed in green hoods and cloaks. The Fae displayed worldwide the battle the first took humans by surprise, nearly destroying a whole city and killing most of it's civilians before evacuation was possible. They fully demonstrated the power of magic they had awoken, truly destructive forces that raged through the city, before the attacks began to spread around the globe.
With features that began growing in that were less human, the little love that he received from his mother shut out like a candle. With little money, his mother managed as she could to raise him and survive, but she put herself before her son. He was taught early on that he had to keep his head down and mouth shut, or bad things happened. The Von Stromm used to have money, but the issues of the last generation ruined them completely as one of their main holders was caught red handed in drug deals and weapon contraband. Their holdings was seized and the name was stained since, but everyone knew that they were never a 'straight' family in the first place. Darkness and 'evil' seemed to be in their blood. Darius wasn't raised on the nice side of town. Soon, he already pushed people away and bore scary blue eyes that glowed with his emotions. And as years progressed something stirred up inside, as depression, hatred and the sight of death soaked his soul.
Darius first started out as a lone swordsman in his childhood. He would go out in the back alleys with iron pipes and swing them around, to his own beat and imagination. His depressive lifestyle made him wish he could be a swordsman, but lacked will, motivation and strength to do anything about it. His blood mix didn't quite get along, and there were repercussions; his body was weaker, developed little muscle mass and had low stamina. Plus, it wasn't something his mother encouraged, but she never encouraged anything in the first place. He couldn't quite use his dragon abilities, they barely showed in the first place. At first, all he had were a few spikes and a set of little horns that prodded above his hair. As his emotions darkened more and more, something else awoke in him, something that was asleep in his lineage for a long time, waiting for the right one to present himself. His teenage years not helping his strength problem, his irregular blood began clashing a little as they fought over which would be-throne this vessel; the demon or the dragon. Having conflicting sides within his own mind and spirit, it took much time and meditation to reach a point where he could do something about himself.
When he reached sixteen, the boy left the home and headed to meditate, with something heavy on his mind. Sitting down with himself, he zoned everything else out and asked himself the fundamental questions. Who he wanted to be, to solve his current issues that fought within his body and what needed to be done to accomplish that. He was a smart kid, and calmly looked over his whole life and what he thrived for. It was then that he truly approached his inner fighting core and waged things out. Setting the deal between the 2 entities that fought over him, coming to an understanding. He had found his will; to thrive with these forces within. With that will, he was able to merge them both together. The demon didn't complain, he gained the powers and appearance of a dragon. The dragonic side gained their vessel and thrived off their united energies and in exchange, becoming the foundation if his true magical strength. And when such happened, he found out that he could use a lot of power. Seeing what he could with himself, he set himself on a new goal, use this strength to change his world.
Darius left his hateful mother, enrolling into a boarding Academy for Mages. His mind set on controlling not only the forces he was born with, but also those around him, his cold determination and sharp mind allowed him to learn quickly and progress quicker than most. As his magical abilities opened up, the demon that delved within him began helping him out by revealing to him spells, dances and incantations, but only when things required it. It wasn't very often that it would simply willingly help him out, often leaving him to his own to test his determination and capabilities. When results were decent, he was a little more amiable. The Academy years brought him much knowledge and power, more power than he ever thought he could wield with a body that wasn't so strong. By going for a chaote aspect over magic, he was able to use a variety of different magic that sometimes didn't get along. He took what he found useful and warped it to his needing, to his interpretation and used his strong magical flow to bring from these interpretations into reality, the second foundation of his magic. Darius had a better hold of his draconic powers, and was able to morph more to his father's ancestry, so he was able to make up for a weaker body in a pinch by adopting a stronger one. He wielded a power that placed him as a high-rank battlemage by the Graduation Mage Ascension Test, which grades it's graduates to the positions their magical abilities would suit them best after their years of training and specialization.
Darius was placed in the Resistance, the military forces that fought against the invading Fae and protected human civilians. They were specialized in dealing with different fae, from demons to angels, passing by elves, fairies, dragons and leviathans. With every year, new varieties of different fae kept being discovered, as the world that we once knew began to change and warp with their presence. Darius remained under orders for a few years, 2 years and 11 months to be exact, before breaking out of the Resistance forces. After several warnings of excessive and over-destructive magic use, Darius grew sick and tired of the human ways. Tired of their constant hypocrisy, of the lies that were always told to everyone and how everyone complained, but rare did anything about problems. And their unwillingness to take greater measures. He began to act to his own will on missions, Darius embraced his darker side even more, living for the freedom of using his powers for no one else but himself instead.. His mission was to hold down a fort that was being under siege by fae, a Resistance strong point that had held up since the beginning of the war. As his final sendoff to the Administration as departure message, he tore down the fort's walls and allowed the fae to run within the fortress. During that fight, he fought both the human Resistance and the attacking fae in a flurry of destructive magic and frayed himself a path through the battlefield to reach the edges of the battle and escape in the wilderness. He knew they wouldn't chase someone like him, it would involve too many risks. To retrieve an out-of-control hybrid battlemage? Pah, it made no sense, no one would chase after him afterwards. He demonstrated how he fared with no rules binding him, and they already had much on their hands...
Leaving most human civilization behind He could fly the skies wherever he wanted, eat whatever he wanted. Making a bit of money wasn't too hard out in the raging war zones. Though the Green Rebels approached Darius before, the man simply showed his face, with spikes and horns and glared straight in their eyes before simply telling them that he would take contracts or jobs from them when needed, but he wouldn't tie himself to them nor would he promise of any friendly casualties. With hard restrictions as such, they only contacted him when they really needed. He extended the same offer to the Resistance, who also swallowed it hard. But the raging war was now his home, and his income.