Dramon
Basic Information
Name: Dramon
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Race: Ryuu Kaki Oni/Human
Class: Fighter/Brawler
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 200 lbs.
Fighting Style: Chinese Boxing, Bar Fighter, MMA
Appearance: Dramon has the appearance of a young man. His entire body a series of super compressed muscle, giving him a rock hard definition, like that of an olympic runner. His now silver short cut, is usually wild. His eyes in a normal state are steel-grey almost silver. His body is covered in scars along with his feet and hands, his face only holds four marks on both of his cheeks. They resemble tiger stripes with the inner stripes reaching just below the eye. This is what fools most into thinking that he is simply a pretty boy.
Personality: Dramon has a cold nature instinctively, condesending and conceited. He can also be charming and somewhat light-hearted but these aspects of him are rarely seen in mixed company. His emotions are rarely shown. He is a born leader with a dark past.
Loyal only to his needs and those he calls "family", He is a man without morals. He isn't witheld by such things as "righteousness" or "fair-play". he does what is necessary to complete his goal; the resurrection of his clan in his vision. Nothing can keep him from this... Nothing.
Weapon(s): Smoke {I} , Nhilothept {1} , Staff of Angels {2}
Battle Information
Combat Training
: #1- Dramon studied Ninjitsu, Chinese Boxing, Capeoria, Gymnastics, Northern and Southern style Kung-fu and has an understanding of the basics of Muay Thai but is not limited to these. He has also adapted his own varition of Masamune sword play.
#2- Dramon believes in embarassing his opponent, using his knowledge of the human nervous systems to cause his enemy to fight themselves. His moves are swift and powerful usually damaging more then can be seen or felt.
Special Abilities
:#1- Carbon manipulation Mastery:
Utilizing the carbon gases in the air, Dramon can alter his physical structure or fuel his body with eminence energy, it is also his staple weapon of choice {3} . In a pinch however he can also manifest his own carbon, absent of the gases. He also uses this ability to travel, allowing him to enter and exit almost anywhere that is not air sealed.
#2- Genetic Perfection:
An innate ability from his demonic bloodline, Dramon's body is the pinnacle of human perfection. All his genetic prowess at the peak of human evolution.
The breakdown of genetics
The Mind
Ryuu Kaki Oni are gifted psionic users who believe in using the ability for self rather then projective purposes. Their minds cannot be hacked because of this, channeling their ability to form psi-barriers from probing minds of the highest caliber.
The Circulatory system
Generally the Ryuu Kaki Oni’s circulatory system functions much like that of a human but since they are able to regulate bodily functions through conscious thought, they are able to convert their body to function on one of the element found in common air. This takes immense training and the Kibishii Me ability to do. The change happens over a span of years before becoming complete. {III.}
The Skin , Muscles and Bones
The Ryuu Kaki Oni contain a phenemonal body structure. Their muscles a mound of compacted lean strands built for heavy-lifting, burst movement and enduring and because of the amount of power and torque their muscles can proceed, their skin is altered as well. Though they feel human, their skin is quite thick and like leather. This gives them a sort of natural defense higher then that of normal humans as well has a higher resistance to pain has their nerves are buried under this skin.
The skeletal structure of the Ryuu Kaki Oni is quite perculiar, already has strong has steel to accomodate their enhance muscle structure, the difference can really be scene when on has altered their circulatory system around another element. The bones then take on secondary properities. {IV.}
#3- Ryuu Kaki Breathe:
The ability to bellow Fire, Ice, Lighting, and a venom/acidic substance known has vitroscine. This is done by channeling the bodies own chi to manipulate the atoms in the air to create the necessary chain-reaction.
#4- Kibishii Me (Piercing eye):
A somewhat pisonic ability, it unlocks the inhibiter to the senses. This allows them to perceive and calculate everthing in a fifty foot radius. Their awareness is almost omniscient at this point. The transition in Dramon is signaled by a jading of his eyes.
#4- Kihaku Tora (Soul of a Tiger):
Due to Count Zantara's ingenious nanobots Dramon accrued a 60% mastery of his Kibishii Me, allowing him to finally summon Kihaku Tora. Kihaku Tora is a secondary technique of Kibishii Me, allowing the user to gain more access to their phyisology and utilize it more efficiently for reaction and initiative reasons..
Special Techniques:
Etheral Invoke: Utilizing his “smoke” Dramon can summon his lesser weapons, such as shurikens, choke wire, chain-dart and attire. {II.}
Kihaku Tora: The Kihaku Tora as a technique is a complete body-boost. Any action requiring muscle can be boosted to 5x it normal limit. This includes jumping, running, striking and so on.
1. Dramon’s 6.5ft nodachi. The blade is made of onyx and the hilt of ivory, both side of the blade have a cutting edge. It has also been modified and balanced for both one-handed and double-handed use.
2. A 7ft staff made of titanium and vibranium. The wings of the stuff are actually blades cleverly carved and designed. Can convert into a General Kwan Long Sword.
3. Carbon has several molecular forms which Dramon has learned to form to best fit his need at any given time. The time it takes him to form any given molecular form is inversely proportion to how it is formed naturally.
I. smoke (sm k)
n.
1. The vaporous system made up of small particles of carbonaceous matter in the air, resulting mainly from the burning of organic material, such as wood or coal.
2. A suspension of fine solid or liquid particles in a gaseous medium.
3. A cloud of fine particles.
4. Something insubstantial, unreal, or transitory.
II. Utilizing the various particles of smoke and other elements found within the body and nature, Dramon can generally form these weapons out of smoke. The time it takes to form the weapon is proportional to it’s durability.
III. Dramon’s circulatory system is geared to consume carbon solely.
IV. Dramon’s skeletal system much like the rest of his body can be convert to any of the three phases. IE liquid, gas, or solid.
History:
Heaven's Dark Creation... Part 1
1st Testimony:
Birth Of The Demon
"Draconia Isles, north west of the Southern pole, beautiful and lush in agriculture. Full of life and the most feared secret of a corrupt dynasty. In the trees and bush eyes lay, everything is scarred with the marks of a blade. Blood runs like a river from the only mountain and atop of it, Gods among gods stay. A race of demon known as Dragonphyre Oni, their village is easily accesible yet no one goes there. Their people inviting yet they recieve no guest. This is where I witnessed it, the birth of the new Devil and the most terrifiying act you have ever seen...Tread lightly, for the information you seek to learn is not easily gathered. Be prepared to lose something valuable to you..." - Historian 2735
Chronicle I
The night was stale and cold, dark enveloped them. Nothing was visible at all, yet the moon was full. They had been there for hours, observing the day to day of their prey. Crouched in trees and in bushes, concealed underground and in puddles of water, a few were even in the village posing as residents. A wolf's cry could be heard as the moon reach it's peak point in the sky. A breathe of vapor could now be seen in the frigid darkness. It was the signal, an explosion of smoke chi erupted from several points all around the fortified village. Light was forced away as the hunters mobilized. From an overveiw of the village it seemed as if a black cloud came over them from out of nowhere. In seconds it disappated and all were dead. No one had a chance to scream or even warn another... it was doubtful that most knew they were dead. This is why the Dragonphyre clan were so feared. This is why they had no rival, to have them under your command was to have the power of life and death.
This night was also the test for the first child of Exodous, The Kage of their clan. Dramon was a prodigy from birth and destined for greatness. The clan's pride and joy, their god sent saviour, unbeknownst to them...
Chronicle II
"Very well done son, you lead a very successful mission..." the old man smirked with pride as he spoke." The Emperor sent word that the opposing force was already evacuating their territory. He sent a bonus to congratulate you on your graduation to Captain." The young shinobi stood solid as stone, face indifferent and uncaring. "We shall all celebrate this evening in favor of my son's success..." He spoke with such a boisterious tone. Dramon knew he was dismissed at this point and walked off, out the room. Another figure slipped out of the crowd heading towards the exit. Dramon's eyes darted back and forth from the movement and back to before him. He sighed "Nuisances..." he muttered to low to be audible. Outside the throne room doors he paused, waiting for her to catch up. A beautiful woman exited the throne dressed in violet and gold. Her hair was long, raven black and fell to her mid-back. She had inviting ruby-red eyes and soft peach skin. She came to him head lowered and gentile, she was a higher ranking officer and a stone cold killer.
"Leaving so early?" she spoke in a soft-tone. Dramon was clad in his uniform, a royal blue suit which looked like the cross of a soliders camo and ninja garbs."I have no need to hear how proud those inferior to me, are of me... ""So what will you be doing with your precious time?" she mocked him. "What else...? You know me well enough..." He began to walk away. She seemed angered but walked back into the throne room and mingled a bit. Dramon's past time you ask? Why hunting...hunting whatever poor fool he felt was fair game.
2nd Testimony:
Combat
"Dragonphyre Oni specialize in their own form of ninjitsu and taijitsu. They play off their ability to summon fire, ice, lighting and command shadow and smoke. They believe in mesmerizing and overwhelming their enemy but if ever they felt seriously challenged there is a hidden art that only a select few were allowed to master. Pray you never learn of this art...for even it's mention is terrifying. I weep for those who were forced to face it." - Historian 2695
Chroncile III
It was dawn and Dramon stood over his carcass bloodied and soiled. The sentry had attempted to fight back and he was good. It took Dramon almost forty minutes before he was able to gain a upper-hand. The poor fool had not noticed when he released his choke wire. He didn't understand that the last punch missed, not because of exhaustion but, because it was a rouse. The wire wrapped around the young Draconians neck swiftly and with the add of five rabbit punches to the sternum and kidneys, the guy had no air supply. Dramon flipped over his left shoulder and planted his heels just below the shoulder blades, controlling the wire with just his left hand. His right hand magically recieved a kunai. Masterfully he released the wire just enough to allow the man to get the little air he need to speak. Face shrouded in shadows Dramon leaned forward into his captives left ear and spoke "Beg for release...". The soldier said nothing. "A true Draconian shinobi..." Dramon jumped off the young soldiers back. The wire tightened and cut through flesh getting jammed on the bone. Still in mid-air Dramon cut the wire and landed, the body of victim falling at the same instance. A few hand signals and a great fireball ignited washing away his deeds. He played with the kunai skillfully before sheathing it. "What a good workout....I think i'll leave it at five tonight." He muttered to himself.
Chroncile IV
The palace was in an uproar. This now made ten prominent warriors missing in one week. Before it had only been one, those were considered Ksugia; warriors who left to become mercenaries. But ten at once was unlikely "Dramon! Dramon!" "Yes sire..." the young man before the king was now clean and groomed. His blue hair which normally wouldn't be was now in order. His attire, his usual uniform but spotless however the one thing that was diffierent were his eyes. His blue eyes were now honey-brown. His "father" took no notice." Do you know the cause of these disappearences? Did you lose anyone from the village you raided the other night?" Dramon's face showed more anger then he had wished. How dare this old idiot doubt his ability. His father was slightly set off balance as his son raised his head to answer."Impossible....as for the missing ninjas...I killed them." He walked off, out the throne room and to the court yard where his General stood almost waiting. His father was left baffled and a tear fell from his eye. He had then noticed Dramon's eyes and knew what had to be done next...
3rd Testimony:
The Forbidden Art
"Yes I have heard tales of a forbidden art amongst the Dragonphyre Oni clan. To think there is a tactic even which they feared to use is ...well frightening. However, there is no writing or indication of such works. So the historian community discount it but I personally do believe there is something even they feared. Even The Devil fears God..."- Historian 7854 [Deceased]
Chroncile V
His general was clad in her garbs, this was how he was accustomed to seeing her, she stood againist a pillar. "What?" he uttered in disgust, she merely shook her head and walked into the throne room. The cries of the King could be heard for quite a distance. Dramon smiled, his eyes seemingly gleaming. He was about to have some serious fun, some real serious fun.
Chroncile VI
"Dramon you have committed the highest offense, practicing the forbidden art." A young man stood before a squad of Dragonphyre Oni, his eyes sheltered by his wild blue hair and steel-headband. His stance was relaxed although he stood before a death squad. He said nothing to defend himself. "Son, please, submit to your punishment." The old man stood a distance behind the rest and had a saddened face, almost as if he wanted to cry."The young warrior simply put his hands up in a defense stance. The squad re-grouped around him, tightening their formation and waiting for the word to attack. His father simply turned and walked away, it was their cue. From the left two came at him. He back kicked the first to reach him and grabbed the second to block several on coming shurikens, snapping his neck when the body finished serving its purpose. Another batch ran at him, he knocked them back with a high dragon kick and jumped to the one on the left. Crouched on his chest, the poor soldier managed to see his eyes. Before his throat was ripped out he managed to mutter his secret. "Kibishi Me"
4th Testimony:
The Forbidden Art - part 2
"We recently uncovered new knowledge, it's the first scientific discover made in four years. Historian 7854's belief may have some validity but nothing is set in stone yet. We are still conducting test on the scriptures." - Dr. Walsh- Fargo, Public Relations Secretary for the Historic Community
Chroncile VII
"Kibishi Me..." His father exclaimed as he moved back, terror radiating from his persona. Dramon's eye caught sight of his father, his anger flushed his face. The blood aquired on his body from the others flew wildly has he rushed for his father. Within striking distance a sidekick sent him reeling onto his head before he could recover five feet away. He stood, barely, resembling a puppet when rested. His head low and hiding his eyes. "Stand down Lieutant" echoed the female voice who had delivered the powerful attack. "Captain,...it's Captain now." He smiled. It was a hyena smile. The kind to lull a prey into a false sense of comfort. "I'm really glad your here, I wanted you to know how beautiful you looked the other night." He stood up stretching his newly defined muscles and cracking his joints. He held his left hand to his head. The six other Captians beside his, tensed up at the movement. Dramon let out a soft laugh, "How funny that such a beautiful flower was hidden underneath Draconia's military might. Captain Rensaki, I noticed your fluttered glares. You and Captain Denchon had the look of hungry wolves." he chuckled " And Senior Captian Udaske, your married...you naughty man." Dramon stepped forward drunkenly. " The two brothers; Captian Mensai and Sani had a bet going to see who would bed you first. Tee-hee, such vulgar men." He stepped forward once more. The Senior Captian Udaske whistled and four thousands plus heads appeared all around Dramon. The entire death squad. He stepped forward once more. "This is an order lieutant stand down!" His superior crouched into an offensive stance. All around him Dramon could hear movement and whispers, jokes and laughs. The fears of some of the men exuded into the air, he could smell it. "Did you know that all the people of this Isle revered you as their top warrior up until that point. She is soooo strong, She is soooo skilled, Her squad is ranked number 1!" he stepped forward again. "That changed tho, no one saw your talent anymore just your beauty, pitiful isn't it. WE ARE DRAGONPHYRE ONI!" He stood with his chest puffed up and with mocking pride. " WE ARE REVERED WARRIORS! KNOWN AS DEATH'S SICKLE! BARBARIANS OF WAR!" He laughed once more. "Yet look at how easy it is to forget an Oni's accomplishment once we look at them." he shook his head. "I blame you for this father, I blame you for making me so weak... I blame you for my lack of ability! I BLAME YOU FOR TURNING US INTO DOGS!" Dramon launched forward, setting off a massive wave of Oni to descend upon him. The six Captians armed themselves with their inherent weapons. Dramon's eyes were fully visible. The Black soul-less mirror into his thoughts. The steel-grey smokey iris that signified his indiscretion. It seemed to illuminate as a smile creeped across his face.
When I first made Dramon back in 2003, he was something of a gutter-baby... a street kid. He's sort of a naruto-esque ninja spin off. There is more to his back story but I don't have access to it since the account was banned.
It later years he grew into a new man.
