First up, since it's my thread
is Drake! So here is his intro and part 1! The Dead Knight Drake, Herald of Misery, Eye of Nito. Gravesworn CovenantAppearance:
Drake is of similar height and build to the Black and Silver Knights that populate Lordran. He wears the armor of the Black Knights, but in place of the typical helm is a hood that hides his entire face. Through extended exposure to extreme heat the armor he wears has been fused to his skin, and under his hood Drake's appearance is grotesque with his entire face being burned and charred by flame. Personality traits:
skilled battlefield tactician and charismatic leader. Fiercely loyal to his fellow Gravesworn, willing to forsake his safety and mission to protect them. Extremely suspicious, verging on paranoia, especially in regards to Avrik and the Ebon Hand. Has a strong need to be liked and respected by those around him. Requires purpose to function. Combat Skills:
he wields a large Halberd, typically without a shield. He can wield the weapon one or two handed. Due to exposure he is resistant to flame and chooses to wield flame weapons and normal pyromancies, no chaos as it is too similar to the first flame. He is a powerful force on the battlefield, though his size makes him easy to out maneuver by fast opponents. He is particularly weak to divine weapons and holy miracles. He is a corpse reanimated by the powers of Nito, so while weapons can maim and disable him a special ritual is required to end him for good.Bio: Part 1
The smell of burning flesh assaulted his nostrils as Drake ran. "Why didn't he warn us, why did he march us down here knowing that this would happen?" He couldn't spend time worrying about that now, there would be plenty of time for questions and anger later. For now he needed to locate his men.
He kicked down a doorway to find himself outside, the scene in front of him one he'd never forget. The Kiln was engulfed in a rapidly enlarging blaze of fire that seemed to consume all. Drake hurriedly surveyed the landscape for any signs of his men, but could only see the charred bodies of knights from other squads, those unlucky enough to be caught unaware by the blaze, their corpses dotting the landscape. "Norres, where are you?" he whispered.
In his mind a scene flashed showing his dear friend, and second in command, being consumed by the blaze as the rest of his squad burned around him. Frustration welled inside him and he barely moved in time before the building he had emerged from erupted in a white hot flame snapping him back to reality. He sprinted up the hill to the main gate as his mind raced Norres should know to lead the men to safety he thought. Drake had always held his men above all else and hoped Norres had been practical, forsaking him to save the squad and lead them to safety.
He rushed up the hill climbing over collapsed buildings and the bodies of fallen knights, as he cleared a large fallen pillar something ahead drew his attention. There was a clump of black contrasting with the grey ash raining from the sky and quickly covering the landscape, as he hurried closer he could see movement. "Norres!" He yelled, with uncontrolled desperation in his voice, sprinting ever closer to what he hoped was his friend.
In his haste Drake tripped on the sprawled body of a fellow knight, as he scrambled to his feet he took note of the emblem emblazoned on the knight's shield, "one of mine" he thought. Hurriedly getting to his feet he looked again towards the black dots ahead, slowly taking shape as he closed the distance.
Six men he counted, four scattered on the ground and two standing amongst them weapons in hand. As he approached the man nearest to Drake struck out at the other with an overhead blow from his sword, crashing down upon the knight's shoulder crushing his armor and dropping him to his knees. Drake could not believe the scene playing out before him, "Norres?!" But the Knight paid no attention, instead he continued his assault, tightening his grip on the pommel of his sword and impaling the downed knight. Slowly he removed his blade from the victim and turned to face Drake, as he raised his shield the crest of Drake's second in command was plain to see.
Before Drake had opportunity to react Norres lept into motion, closing the distance and slamming his shield into Drake, sending him flying. Kicking up plumes of ash as he tumbled down the hill Drake came to rest again on the body of his fallen soldier. He took a deep breath, trying not to choke on the ash filling the air, and stood to face Norres.
The pair squared off as hell erupted around them. The structures of the Kiln were completely engulfed in flame as ash rained down from the sky burying fallen knights. "Norres, what has come over you?!" Desperation rang clear in Drake's voice, "our men depended on you, why would you turn on them now?!" Norres showed no sign of hearing his words.
Drake shifted his grip on his halbred, unsure of how to act. As Norres began a slow deliberate advance Drake shuddered in his armor, he felt like he was boiling. The immense blaze was sweeping up the hill coming ever closer, it's radiant heat quickly over coming the substantial protection offered by his armor. If he was going to act it had to be now.
Norres quickened his pace closing the distance, he came at Drake with his shield up and sword arm in motion. Drake reacted, sending a forward thrust with the spear point of his weapon. The move was countered with a deft swipe of Norres' shield opening Drake up to the slash that was to follow butDrake had seen this before. He had sparred many times with Norres, they had each other to thank for their skill on the battle field. Just as he had done before Drake went with the momentum of his weapon, spinning out of the way of Norres' sword.
As he came out of his turn Drake saw Norres stooped low. He had put too much into his swing and the miss had thrown him off balance. Drake held is blade ready to strike back but he hesitated, his hands shook as a battle raged in his mind between his desire to live and his loyalty to his friend.
Norres quickly seized upon Drake's moment of weakness and took the upper hand, regaining his balance as he reversed his grip on his sword, he rose with an upward slash. Drake dodged backwards but the blade bit into his inner thigh, cutting through the weak point in his armor plate.
As Drake regained his footing he winced, a spasm of pain shot up his leg as blood splattered on the ground. He shifted his weight gingerly, every explosion of pain another reminder that his life may end here on this ash covered hill side, slain by the man he considered his dearest friend.
As Norres circled him Drake's gaze flashed briefly to the bodies of his men around him. They lay in heaps on the ground, their armor displaying the damage inflicted by a skilled swordsman. Drake shook his head, his entire unit whom he had fought alongside deep in the demon infested ruins of Izalith was now dead at the hands of his second.
With a renewed determination Drake again readied his weapon and charged at Norres. Unleashing a furious assault of jabs from the point of his halbred he forced Norres to retreat. Unrelenting in his assault Drake pursued, sending one furious blow after another. Norres deftly blocked with his shield and parried with his sword as he backed away. Then stepped back onto the body of a knight he himself had slain, throwing him off balance. As he fell a thrust from Drake hit home, the spear like point of his halbred piercing the chain mail seam in the side of Norres' armor.
Drake was unprepared for what he next witnessed. Instead of the usual gush of blood that followed such a wound, a fine grey ash began to pour out of the hole in his armor. Norres had already been consumed by the flames, "but how do you still live!" Drake shouted as Norres brought himself to his feet. A loud clang of armor caught Drake's attention and he turned back for a moment to see other Knights, assumed dead, slowly walking from the burning buildings. "What has he done?" Drake's anger boiled inside him, "I watched those men die, heard their screams as they burned alive yet now they live again, curse you Gwyn!"
Fueled by his rage Drake renewed his assault on Norres. With furious thrusts and slashes he attacked, every blow that landed caused a fresh cloud of ash to explode from Norres' armor. As Norres withered under the attack Drake shifted his stance and lifted his blade high over his head and swung down. Putting all of his malice into one final blow. The heavy blade of Drake's halberd crashed down onto Norres' right shoulder, tearing through his armor and sending a huge plume of ash shooting into the air. Drake watched as Norres slumped onto the ground, ash pouring out through a gaping hole in his chest plate. "I'm sorry friend," regret was thick in Drake's voice as he knelt down next to what remained of his dearest friend.
However Drake was not allowed his moment of mourning as he felt the heat of the still burning blaze assault him. It was bearing down on him at a rapid pace, threatening to engulf him. He grabbed up Norres' shield and ran up the hill towards the large black gates that served as the sole exit from the Kiln.
As he ran he could feel the heat of the flames pour through his armor doing untold damage to the flesh beneath. Around him the inferno raged, rapidly spreading and engulfing all that remained of the once great Kiln. Weaving through the collapsing stone pillars and bodies of fallen knights Drake pushed on, ignoring as best he could the agonizing pain coming from his wounded leg.
Ahead a giant pillar of stone began collapsing. He tried to quicken his pace and clear it before it crashed to the ground, but his wounds tore in pain slowing his progress. He screamed in agony, watching the pillar finish its decent slamming to the ground blocking his only path. "No time to go around," Drake thought as he heaved himself over, barely reaching the top. He rolled over the far side and clumsily landed on his feet, wincing in pain as he tried to resume his sprint to safety. Then suddenly out of the rubble, a hand reached out and grabbed hold of his ankle dragging him to the ground. His head crashed into a stone fragment, smashing his helmet and throwning it off his head. He looked back to see a fellow knight grasping his foot with a look of desperation in his eyes eyes. "I'm sorry brother" he whispered as he swept his halberd down severing the knight's arm at the elbow. His leg free Drake scrambled to his feet and continued his desperate bid to escape.
Approaching the long stairs before the gates Drake began his ascent. He climbed as quickly as he could, his desperation growing as the heat from the flames washed over him. When finally he climbed the last step and passed through the gates he was overtaken with relief. Awash with the feeling that he was finally safe Drake turned back to get one final view of the Kiln.
Unable to travel further the fire raged, consuming the Kiln whole. Then suddenly with one final display of raw power it exploded, reaching out through the gate with a giant ball of flame. Enveloping Drake in the heat and pain he had tried so hard to escape.