Name: Darigore Artelk Cruelmourn

Nickname: Gore(he usually goes by this name as he will not usually reveal his full name)

Gender: Male

Race: Shifter

Age: 34

Personality: Somber, quiet, and wise, but spiteful and full of wrath.

Who they worship: He more or less worships the Darkness and Livana as he feels they may actually exist an have use to the world. Though having grow up in a human land he ill has doubts about the 'human god' and his existence and abandonment.

History:
Darigore is not sure who his parents are or even anything about them for he grew up in an orphanage. He spent a good deal of his childhood surrounded by children who had been abandoned, lost thier parents to death, or had just runaway. This deftly affected Gore's social ability as he always sought to be alone or with quiet people. Always preffering solitude and darklit areas, so as to be able to shut out his unpleasant surroundings, he usually made his daily routine walking around in nearby woods, plains, and mostly the city sewers.

He had grown to his mid-tean years unaware of any kind of deities or powers, so it never occured to him to pray or seek a god's favor. On the day of his 20th year Gore was made to leave the orphanage as all of the children who grew up there did. Having some savings from oddjobs, some assorted presonal items and clothing in a brown leather bag, and two daggers at his side that he had bought with work from a smithy, he set off down the road to see the rest of the human lands he had read, heard about, and seen on maps. Everything was perfectly normal reaching the ducktime for Gore as he stood alongside the road and was watching the sunset. As he was watching the second half of the sun begin to dissapear in the horizon, something shadowy began to appear withing the suns glare...

This disturbed gore for some reason, so he stood and gazed into the dusky sunset watching the object grow closer ever so slowly. Surely Darigore's eyes began to water as he stared into the sun cause he bowed his head and was using his shirt to wipe his eyes. When he looked back up the pupils of his eyes neerly dilated in his quiet surprise as a black owl was sitting perched on his bag looking at him. Having grown up around rats and dogs, animals that could attack if startled, he slowly moved towards the owls unblinking figure with his arm outstretched towards his bags lone shoulder strap.

"It's ok I just want my bag, don't be scared.", he attempted to sooth the already peaceful animal. As his out stretched hand grasped onto the single strapped bag, the owl suddenly moved. It stretched out a single wing and wrapped it around the wrist of young Darigore. It seemed to grip his arm in place for Darigore could not move it even if he tried in his scared stiff state. Gore just stared at the owl as he witnessed the strangest thing he had ever seen... the owl began to change shape. When he finally could speak or move all he could say was "How?," to now standing before him a full foot taller then himself fully garbed in black robes. The man let go of his arm and crossed his own behind his back and spoke even mor soothingly then Gore had previously, " It is you who should not fear my son, for this is your path."

Darigore sat up gasping for air and wiping a cold sweat from his brow looking around for the man, the owl, something to make him not feel delusional, but all he saw was the sun beginning it's econd half of setting.

Element: Darkness

Alignment: Neutral

Main Combat Skill: Dual Dagger Combat

Sub Combat Skills: Keen Eyes

Weakness(es): Females. whether fighting, talking, or seeing one in distress Gore's only connection was with his orphanage mother. He has real trouble hurting, lying, or letting one be hurt or deceived.

Friends: none known

Enemies: none known

Description: currently- avatar, but wil have a typed form soon.

Picture: 'working on this too'

Theme song: Rewrite - Asia Kung Fu Generation
-Lyric Tranlation-
Wanting to spit out the jarred thoughts is
Because there's no other proof of my existence
My future that I should've grabbed hold is
Conflicting between "dignity" and "freedom"
Wanting to erase the distorted afterimage is
Because I'll see my limit over there
In the window of the excessively self-conscious me
There are no dates in last year's calendar

Erase and rewrite
The pointless ultra-fantasy
Revive
The unforgettable sense of being
Rewrite
The meaningless imagination
The driving force that creates you
Give it your whole body and soul

After cutting my feelings that grew, I regret
After realizing that after all, I'm just a mediocrity, I cry
A depressed heart
A dirty lie

Erase and rewrite
The pointless ultra-fantasy
Revive
The unforgettable sense of being
Rewrite
The meaningless imagination
The driving force that creates you
Give it your whole body and soul