Post by HikaruxKaoru on Feb 3, 2020 3:33:19 GMT
Day
a.k.a "Daniel Altan Wing"
a.k.a "Daniel Altan Wing"
Age: 20 (DOB: December 23rd)
Gender: Male
S/O: Bisexual
Origin: Bane Village
Friends:
Foes:
Strengths: Good in combat, quick on his feet, fast-thinker, agile, works well under pressure
Weaknesses: Left knee is permanently damaged, sometimes slows him down, easily angered
APPEARANCE:
Ethnicity: Half-Caucasian, Half-Asian
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5"8'
Weight: ~155 lbs
Accessories: Pendant
Day is a rugged young man who stands at 5"8', a little shorter than most men his age. He makes up for the lost inches with his strength and attitude. He weighs somewhere between 150 and 160 pounds.
He has a lithe and muscular physique from constantly being on the move and a variety of stunts including running, jumping, and fighting. His skin is also a deep tan from the amount of time he spends in the sun, and has the occasional scar flecking him here and there from past fights and other "accidents." He's usually black-and-blue bruised for some reason or the other as well.
His hair is a light blond, which he hasn't bothered to chop off in a few years, merely allowing it to grow and hang slightly past his shoulders. He likes to keep the strands pulled up in a tail or bun of some sort to keep it out of his way because of this.
In addition, his eyes are a brilliant icy blue.
PERSONALITY:
Depending on what mood you catch him in, Day can have multiple personalities.
If he is really riled up about something, he will come off as aggressive, dangerous, even. If you try and touch somebody he cares for, his usually laid-back and carefree demeanor will melt away pretty damn quick.
On the other hand, it is just as easy to tell if he is in a good mood. He'll constantly crack jokes to lighten the mood, and hell, depending on who he's with, he might even dish out a few flirtatious comments here and there. He can be a fun guy to be around when he isn't running from guards or getting himself lodged in crappy situations.
As for his deeper side, Day is a compassionate soul. Granted, he throws up that 'arrogant' act more often than not, but he will protect you with his life if you mean something to him. He doesn't like to kill, but he will fight to the death to keep the person he cares for alive and well. He is a good guy to have on your side.
HISTORY:
Day was born and raised for a little bit of his life in Bane Village. Naturally, he didn't have a close bond with dragons, seeing as Bane isn't fond of the beasts, anyhow. And though he could hardly complain, his family was extremely poor.
It consisted of him, his mother (Sabina), father (Adam), and two brothers, one older (John), one younger (Embry). From the very beginning, Day was the troublemaker of the household, and he was just constantly getting into mischief with both his family and the town alike. He would pull pranks on the people around the village, take things from his older brother, and whatever else he could do that might of granted him amusement. He was never cruel about it, though; He was simply a mischievous lad from the very start.
Now, despite the lack of food and other luxuries, Day was a happy boy. During his rowdy little 'adventures', the kid also learned how to get his family a little extra money, but he never did anything big; Don't forget, he was only eight or nine, so he mostly followed the rules, and stuck near his parents whenever he could.
Though, his odd childhood happiness was eventually shattered to bits when a nasty strain of plague hit Bane. All it took was one shipment of food that was infested with sickly rats, and the deadly disease spread like a wildfire, and soon enough, the village was utterly distraught. Day, who had been nine years old at the time, was somehow spared, a mere lick of luck in his eyes, but his family was not.
His mother was the first to pass away. Day and his family never even had a chance to tell her goodbye; She went into a fever-induced coma one night, and never came out again. Because of their lack of money, there was no way to seek any medical help, not that it would've made much of a difference in the long run. But still, Day tried, he tried his very best to find help as each one of his remaining family members began to fall ill.
He found himself out on the streets for the next week or so, trying to beg scrambling doctors to help him, and even trying to catch the attention of whatever few guards remained in the area. But nobody would pay much mind to a little lad such as himself, no matter how desperate he was.
His father was the second to pass away. It was only a week after they had lost their mother, who Day and his two siblings hadn't yet stopped grieving for. The fact that they were now orphaned dealt a harsh blow, and when John began to fall ill, not long after they had buried their deceased father, Day felt more desperate than ever.
He begged and begged for his older brother to not leave them alone, and Embry begged right along with him, but alas, this sickness was not one for mercy. While his younger brother sat and sobbed beside him, Day would finally be able to hear the last piece of advice his wise brother would ever give to him. John had grabbed Day and pulled him close, glazed blue eyes suddenly fierce as he spoke, "You take care of Embry, you understand? You two get out of here, and don't you ever give up. Promise me this, Daniel." Day promised. And the next morning, John was gone.
As soon as they had buried their brother, Day had taken Embry, who was about five at the time, just a couple years younger than he, and they got the hell out of Bane. Somehow, some way, they managed to make it to Blackthorn.
Half-starved, the two boys had wandered the streets for a few months. Nobody bothered them, aside from the taunting guards, however. That is when Day's deep hatred for the royalty had begun to grow. While no other citizen neither helped nor troubled Day and his brother, the guards would often pick on them. They would laugh, spit, sometimes even kicking the two orphans down to the ground. It never hurt too terribly bad, but it only fueled their anger further.
And then one day, Day just.. Snapped. He and Embry had been out looking for food, when a group of the tipsy, usual soldiers came strolling up. Needless to say, they began taunting, slurred laughter and whoops filling the air as they jabbed at the lads. Embry had grown used to being picked on, and the boy, who was nothing but skin and bones at this point of time, didn't even resist falling over at the slightest nudge from one of the bastards. He was so.. weak.
Now, that was when Day had finally had it. He snapped. Just.. completely, and utterly, lost his shit. Granted, the kid was just as skinny and sickly as Embry was, possibly even more so due to him more often than not giving his share of food to his little tot of a brother, but despite all this, his fury was more than enough to fuel his exhausted body, and he would blindly release it onto the nearest guard. He tackled the man like a rabid cat, and although his light weight wouldn't of done much, his teeth were still nice and strong. Even as a kid, Day was dangerous. Completely driven by this red madness, Day had clamped down on the first thing he could, which happened to be the soldier's hand. The boy bit down so hard that he could of sworn that he heard the crunch of bone meet his ears, and he tasted the metallic tinge of blood as it rushed over his tongue, the agonized shrieks of the guard barely even registering with him at the time. All this both sickened him and filled him with triumph at the same time, although it was short lasting.
When they finally tore Day off, the same guard that he had attacked snatched him by the collar, and the boy thrashed and screamed, watching as they moved towards the still form of his younger brother. "Ought to teach this runt some fuckin' respect," One of his buddies had grunted, and Day had screamed louder as he watched the man pull out a gleaming dagger, howling the same words over and over, "NO, NO, NO, PLEASE, NO!" Though the desperate yowl of words cut off abruptly as the soldier who he had bitten gave him a hard thump to the stomach, stunning him into silence. He still tasted the blood in his mouth.
Day could only watch with growing terror as the second guard crouched down by the fallen form of his brother, panic gripping his chest while his crazed blue eyes widened, thrashing once more. "PLEASE, PLEASE!" Day had begun to sob, tears running down his grimy face as he just regretted, tried to get free, screamed at the top of his lungs. This was his fault. If he had just shut up and dragged Embry away, they would be fine. This wouldn't be happening. It was his fault.
"Please, please.." He breathed heavily, and the guard-who-he-had-bitten shoved his head down roughly in the direction of Embry and the soldier, gripping him by his dirty blond locks and holding him up, forcing him to witness one of his worst nightmares.
"This is what you get, ye' little shit." He hissed, and Day watched helplessly as the guard finally lifted his gleaming blade. Oh no. Oh, no, oh no oh no oh no, please. Please no.
Even after the knife had plunged down, slicing Embry's throat in one swift movement, Day remained there, all color draining from his face as he watched the life gush out of his brother's little body. Just like that. One little movement, and it was all over. The guard simply dropped Day then, and before he could find his footing, the man had slammed his boot into the kid's bony back, sending him tumbling forward and into the growing pool of blood and mud that was spreading like a dark red lake around Embry. The guard smashed his heavy heeled boot down onto Day's leg, shattering the bone of his knee, and sending the boy shrieking and sobbing into the ground, writhing and gasping for breath. This would explain the odd limp that Day still carries, even to this day. It never healed, just like his mind and his heart, despite how cliche that must sound.
Soon enough, little Day finally mustered enough strength to drag himself over to the younger boy, and he gathered his little brother up in his arms, and he just sobbed and he tried to stop the flow blood long after the kid had taken his last rattling breath, and he cried his name over and over again as if that could bring him back to life.
But alas, death isn't too kind, either.
After his brother had been killed, Day nothing short of gave up for awhile. He wandered the streets, scavenged, stole, but he was just an empty husk of his former self. His will to live drained away, and it wasn't long before he pretty much decided, "I'm done." He collapsed in one of the poorest sections of the town one day, and simply gave up. Death could do as he wished for all the fucks he gave.
But that was when Jen came along, a very poor yet very warm-hearted woman who lost her own children not too long before she stumbled upon Day. It was another sliver of luck for Day; Jen took him in, and nursed him back to health.
She fell in love with him instantly, though Day didn't warm up again for the longest time. Naturally, the boy had grown cold, but after a few months of living with his new 'mother', Day gradually came out of his shell again.
For awhile, up until he was about thirteen or so, he had frequent mental breakdowns, and he would just go insane for awhile, throwing things and screaming for hardly any reason at all. Jen helped him through his anxiety and trauma, and with her love and a somewhat peaceful life combined, Day slowly regained himself, and by the time he was in his early teenage years, there was hardly any trace of his issues remaining.
He owes Jen so much.
Though the agony of losing his entire family in such a way has never left his heart even to this day, Day began to live a normal boyhood again. He changed his name to 'Day' for personal reasons, though a few close people still called him 'Daniel'.
By the time he was fourteen, he knew Blackthorn like the back of his hand, and he happily navigated it, relishing a new feeling of adventure and happiness. He even developed a friendship with one of the local stable boys, Charlie. They were pals from thereon out, and every to this day, they hold a special bold. Day still visits him when he gets the chance, sneaking him his share of gold.
He was careful around guards from here-on-out, however. The first few years were tough; Every time he saw someone in royal armor, he flipped his shit. But he got better, managing to regain his self-control, and he merely avoided the men. Though his anger and hatred for them never dwindled. It grew, if anything.
Anyhow, he lived a relatively 'happy' life in Blackthorn for awhile. When he turned fifteen, he met a girl who went by the name of June. Though he might not admit it today, it was sort of love at first sight for him. June was a year younger than he was, and she worked at a little shop down the street, learning to take over the family business.
June wasn't immediately fond of Day; In fact, she wanted nothing to do with him for the longest time. As soon as she realized that he was hanging around more and more often, she tried to drive him away with loads of threats, slamming the door in his face a couple times. She even punched him once after he had tried to flirt with her, something that he recalls fondly.
One late night, Day was walking down the street after a day of hanging out with Charlie. He was going about like usual, set on going straight to Jen, who he already knew full well would be worried sick about him, when a sudden commotion managed to stop him right in his tracks. As it would turn out, June had bumped into a group of drunk, giddy guards that had been 'patrolling' the town, and you can probably imagine what happened next.
The girl was tough, but attitude wasn't enough to dissuade a few perverted guards. That was where Day came in.
He think he might of even scared himself by how quick he moved, quite literally bowling into the cluster of men that had been taunting the girl, who on the outside was seething with anger, but it was clear that she was terrified. He had heard her shriek with surprise at his sudden, violent entrance, but Day was too busy throwing punches and snarling curses to really pay much mind to it now.
Who knows how he did it, but he had managed to knock out two of the guards with a few good-aimed punches, sending another stumbling off into the darkness moaning something about his jaw, and the final one sprinted away before Day could lay his hands on him.
Day didn't exactly get away unscathed himself, for he had a nice size bruise spreading across his left cheek, and some blood trickled from his busted lip where one of the guards had took a swing at him. Naturally, he didn't stop to care about that (he got hurt every day, after all) and he climbed to his feet, breathing heavily, his scowling eyes flickering around for the next minute or so as if waiting for one of the guards to come stumbling back through the darkness.
Eventually, however, Day turned to look at the girl, who had remained against the wall the whole time, her eyes wide. "You okay?" He had eventually questioned, voice a tad raspy as he looked her over.
S/O: Bisexual
Origin: Bane Village
Friends:
Foes:
Strengths: Good in combat, quick on his feet, fast-thinker, agile, works well under pressure
Weaknesses: Left knee is permanently damaged, sometimes slows him down, easily angered
APPEARANCE:
Ethnicity: Half-Caucasian, Half-Asian
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5"8'
Weight: ~155 lbs
Accessories: Pendant
Day is a rugged young man who stands at 5"8', a little shorter than most men his age. He makes up for the lost inches with his strength and attitude. He weighs somewhere between 150 and 160 pounds.
He has a lithe and muscular physique from constantly being on the move and a variety of stunts including running, jumping, and fighting. His skin is also a deep tan from the amount of time he spends in the sun, and has the occasional scar flecking him here and there from past fights and other "accidents." He's usually black-and-blue bruised for some reason or the other as well.
His hair is a light blond, which he hasn't bothered to chop off in a few years, merely allowing it to grow and hang slightly past his shoulders. He likes to keep the strands pulled up in a tail or bun of some sort to keep it out of his way because of this.
In addition, his eyes are a brilliant icy blue.
PERSONALITY:
Depending on what mood you catch him in, Day can have multiple personalities.
If he is really riled up about something, he will come off as aggressive, dangerous, even. If you try and touch somebody he cares for, his usually laid-back and carefree demeanor will melt away pretty damn quick.
On the other hand, it is just as easy to tell if he is in a good mood. He'll constantly crack jokes to lighten the mood, and hell, depending on who he's with, he might even dish out a few flirtatious comments here and there. He can be a fun guy to be around when he isn't running from guards or getting himself lodged in crappy situations.
As for his deeper side, Day is a compassionate soul. Granted, he throws up that 'arrogant' act more often than not, but he will protect you with his life if you mean something to him. He doesn't like to kill, but he will fight to the death to keep the person he cares for alive and well. He is a good guy to have on your side.
HISTORY:
Day was born and raised for a little bit of his life in Bane Village. Naturally, he didn't have a close bond with dragons, seeing as Bane isn't fond of the beasts, anyhow. And though he could hardly complain, his family was extremely poor.
It consisted of him, his mother (Sabina), father (Adam), and two brothers, one older (John), one younger (Embry). From the very beginning, Day was the troublemaker of the household, and he was just constantly getting into mischief with both his family and the town alike. He would pull pranks on the people around the village, take things from his older brother, and whatever else he could do that might of granted him amusement. He was never cruel about it, though; He was simply a mischievous lad from the very start.
Now, despite the lack of food and other luxuries, Day was a happy boy. During his rowdy little 'adventures', the kid also learned how to get his family a little extra money, but he never did anything big; Don't forget, he was only eight or nine, so he mostly followed the rules, and stuck near his parents whenever he could.
Though, his odd childhood happiness was eventually shattered to bits when a nasty strain of plague hit Bane. All it took was one shipment of food that was infested with sickly rats, and the deadly disease spread like a wildfire, and soon enough, the village was utterly distraught. Day, who had been nine years old at the time, was somehow spared, a mere lick of luck in his eyes, but his family was not.
His mother was the first to pass away. Day and his family never even had a chance to tell her goodbye; She went into a fever-induced coma one night, and never came out again. Because of their lack of money, there was no way to seek any medical help, not that it would've made much of a difference in the long run. But still, Day tried, he tried his very best to find help as each one of his remaining family members began to fall ill.
He found himself out on the streets for the next week or so, trying to beg scrambling doctors to help him, and even trying to catch the attention of whatever few guards remained in the area. But nobody would pay much mind to a little lad such as himself, no matter how desperate he was.
His father was the second to pass away. It was only a week after they had lost their mother, who Day and his two siblings hadn't yet stopped grieving for. The fact that they were now orphaned dealt a harsh blow, and when John began to fall ill, not long after they had buried their deceased father, Day felt more desperate than ever.
He begged and begged for his older brother to not leave them alone, and Embry begged right along with him, but alas, this sickness was not one for mercy. While his younger brother sat and sobbed beside him, Day would finally be able to hear the last piece of advice his wise brother would ever give to him. John had grabbed Day and pulled him close, glazed blue eyes suddenly fierce as he spoke, "You take care of Embry, you understand? You two get out of here, and don't you ever give up. Promise me this, Daniel." Day promised. And the next morning, John was gone.
As soon as they had buried their brother, Day had taken Embry, who was about five at the time, just a couple years younger than he, and they got the hell out of Bane. Somehow, some way, they managed to make it to Blackthorn.
Half-starved, the two boys had wandered the streets for a few months. Nobody bothered them, aside from the taunting guards, however. That is when Day's deep hatred for the royalty had begun to grow. While no other citizen neither helped nor troubled Day and his brother, the guards would often pick on them. They would laugh, spit, sometimes even kicking the two orphans down to the ground. It never hurt too terribly bad, but it only fueled their anger further.
And then one day, Day just.. Snapped. He and Embry had been out looking for food, when a group of the tipsy, usual soldiers came strolling up. Needless to say, they began taunting, slurred laughter and whoops filling the air as they jabbed at the lads. Embry had grown used to being picked on, and the boy, who was nothing but skin and bones at this point of time, didn't even resist falling over at the slightest nudge from one of the bastards. He was so.. weak.
Now, that was when Day had finally had it. He snapped. Just.. completely, and utterly, lost his shit. Granted, the kid was just as skinny and sickly as Embry was, possibly even more so due to him more often than not giving his share of food to his little tot of a brother, but despite all this, his fury was more than enough to fuel his exhausted body, and he would blindly release it onto the nearest guard. He tackled the man like a rabid cat, and although his light weight wouldn't of done much, his teeth were still nice and strong. Even as a kid, Day was dangerous. Completely driven by this red madness, Day had clamped down on the first thing he could, which happened to be the soldier's hand. The boy bit down so hard that he could of sworn that he heard the crunch of bone meet his ears, and he tasted the metallic tinge of blood as it rushed over his tongue, the agonized shrieks of the guard barely even registering with him at the time. All this both sickened him and filled him with triumph at the same time, although it was short lasting.
When they finally tore Day off, the same guard that he had attacked snatched him by the collar, and the boy thrashed and screamed, watching as they moved towards the still form of his younger brother. "Ought to teach this runt some fuckin' respect," One of his buddies had grunted, and Day had screamed louder as he watched the man pull out a gleaming dagger, howling the same words over and over, "NO, NO, NO, PLEASE, NO!" Though the desperate yowl of words cut off abruptly as the soldier who he had bitten gave him a hard thump to the stomach, stunning him into silence. He still tasted the blood in his mouth.
Day could only watch with growing terror as the second guard crouched down by the fallen form of his brother, panic gripping his chest while his crazed blue eyes widened, thrashing once more. "PLEASE, PLEASE!" Day had begun to sob, tears running down his grimy face as he just regretted, tried to get free, screamed at the top of his lungs. This was his fault. If he had just shut up and dragged Embry away, they would be fine. This wouldn't be happening. It was his fault.
"Please, please.." He breathed heavily, and the guard-who-he-had-bitten shoved his head down roughly in the direction of Embry and the soldier, gripping him by his dirty blond locks and holding him up, forcing him to witness one of his worst nightmares.
"This is what you get, ye' little shit." He hissed, and Day watched helplessly as the guard finally lifted his gleaming blade. Oh no. Oh, no, oh no oh no oh no, please. Please no.
Even after the knife had plunged down, slicing Embry's throat in one swift movement, Day remained there, all color draining from his face as he watched the life gush out of his brother's little body. Just like that. One little movement, and it was all over. The guard simply dropped Day then, and before he could find his footing, the man had slammed his boot into the kid's bony back, sending him tumbling forward and into the growing pool of blood and mud that was spreading like a dark red lake around Embry. The guard smashed his heavy heeled boot down onto Day's leg, shattering the bone of his knee, and sending the boy shrieking and sobbing into the ground, writhing and gasping for breath. This would explain the odd limp that Day still carries, even to this day. It never healed, just like his mind and his heart, despite how cliche that must sound.
Soon enough, little Day finally mustered enough strength to drag himself over to the younger boy, and he gathered his little brother up in his arms, and he just sobbed and he tried to stop the flow blood long after the kid had taken his last rattling breath, and he cried his name over and over again as if that could bring him back to life.
But alas, death isn't too kind, either.
After his brother had been killed, Day nothing short of gave up for awhile. He wandered the streets, scavenged, stole, but he was just an empty husk of his former self. His will to live drained away, and it wasn't long before he pretty much decided, "I'm done." He collapsed in one of the poorest sections of the town one day, and simply gave up. Death could do as he wished for all the fucks he gave.
But that was when Jen came along, a very poor yet very warm-hearted woman who lost her own children not too long before she stumbled upon Day. It was another sliver of luck for Day; Jen took him in, and nursed him back to health.
She fell in love with him instantly, though Day didn't warm up again for the longest time. Naturally, the boy had grown cold, but after a few months of living with his new 'mother', Day gradually came out of his shell again.
For awhile, up until he was about thirteen or so, he had frequent mental breakdowns, and he would just go insane for awhile, throwing things and screaming for hardly any reason at all. Jen helped him through his anxiety and trauma, and with her love and a somewhat peaceful life combined, Day slowly regained himself, and by the time he was in his early teenage years, there was hardly any trace of his issues remaining.
He owes Jen so much.
Though the agony of losing his entire family in such a way has never left his heart even to this day, Day began to live a normal boyhood again. He changed his name to 'Day' for personal reasons, though a few close people still called him 'Daniel'.
By the time he was fourteen, he knew Blackthorn like the back of his hand, and he happily navigated it, relishing a new feeling of adventure and happiness. He even developed a friendship with one of the local stable boys, Charlie. They were pals from thereon out, and every to this day, they hold a special bold. Day still visits him when he gets the chance, sneaking him his share of gold.
He was careful around guards from here-on-out, however. The first few years were tough; Every time he saw someone in royal armor, he flipped his shit. But he got better, managing to regain his self-control, and he merely avoided the men. Though his anger and hatred for them never dwindled. It grew, if anything.
Anyhow, he lived a relatively 'happy' life in Blackthorn for awhile. When he turned fifteen, he met a girl who went by the name of June. Though he might not admit it today, it was sort of love at first sight for him. June was a year younger than he was, and she worked at a little shop down the street, learning to take over the family business.
June wasn't immediately fond of Day; In fact, she wanted nothing to do with him for the longest time. As soon as she realized that he was hanging around more and more often, she tried to drive him away with loads of threats, slamming the door in his face a couple times. She even punched him once after he had tried to flirt with her, something that he recalls fondly.
One late night, Day was walking down the street after a day of hanging out with Charlie. He was going about like usual, set on going straight to Jen, who he already knew full well would be worried sick about him, when a sudden commotion managed to stop him right in his tracks. As it would turn out, June had bumped into a group of drunk, giddy guards that had been 'patrolling' the town, and you can probably imagine what happened next.
The girl was tough, but attitude wasn't enough to dissuade a few perverted guards. That was where Day came in.
He think he might of even scared himself by how quick he moved, quite literally bowling into the cluster of men that had been taunting the girl, who on the outside was seething with anger, but it was clear that she was terrified. He had heard her shriek with surprise at his sudden, violent entrance, but Day was too busy throwing punches and snarling curses to really pay much mind to it now.
Who knows how he did it, but he had managed to knock out two of the guards with a few good-aimed punches, sending another stumbling off into the darkness moaning something about his jaw, and the final one sprinted away before Day could lay his hands on him.
Day didn't exactly get away unscathed himself, for he had a nice size bruise spreading across his left cheek, and some blood trickled from his busted lip where one of the guards had took a swing at him. Naturally, he didn't stop to care about that (he got hurt every day, after all) and he climbed to his feet, breathing heavily, his scowling eyes flickering around for the next minute or so as if waiting for one of the guards to come stumbling back through the darkness.
Eventually, however, Day turned to look at the girl, who had remained against the wall the whole time, her eyes wide. "You okay?" He had eventually questioned, voice a tad raspy as he looked her over.