Deryn "Danny" Russ [Complete]

Name: Deryn Russ

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Character Appearance and Personality:  Standing at 188 centimeters and built like a fighter, Daryn is imposing, to say the very least, not only physically, but the way he bears himself and the expression he usually haves. Usually wearing an old jacket he got off a thankful couple of farmers and using the flag of his old company as a bandanna, when he has enough time to wash his clothes, he is wearing a simple shirt under the jacket, but keeps it all in a bag otherwise, to keep the few articles of clothing he still owns from ripping and staining.

Wether he is talking to people in a friendly manner or agressively, Deryl leans in towards he's speaking with, a habit he picked up from his time with the soldiers that constantly came to his town, making himself intimidating. Even when confronting someone bigger than him, he will not arch backwards, only raise his head, but refrains from standing at the tip of his toes, utilizing only his spine and hips in this method.

The man's personality can be decribed as sour at best, explosive at worst. It doesn't take much to set Deryn off, and when he does, it take a while to calm him down, but even when not angry, he still  feels agressive to deal with. Of course, not to say he i just a walking molotov, he does have a sweet spot for kids and for the elderly, the latter more than the former. He also has a thing for drinking, but can hold his cups just fine, taking quite a bit to get him tipsy, unless it's a heavly fermented drink, and he could be concidered a happy drunk. Quite apt at coking meals that are simple but filling. Due a certain incident a few years ago, he feels no love for the crown or the army.

Character History: Son of the owner of an inn and a talented cook, Deryn was expected to live a simple life, was it not for the location they lived in, being in the north continent where the monsters still held much of the wildlands. Even if away from the frontline, soldiers and adventurers were far from an uncommon sight. A brat growing up among drunk fighters surely wouldn't really be the best of upbringings, and it showed. Even as a urchin, mouth dirty as the average gutter, calm as a tornado hitting the shore and saint like the devil. The best efforts from his parents was what it took to make the boy keep from going off the edge. As he matured as a teenager, the situation improved somewhat, but he still was more than a bit of a handful, now getting into fights every now and then.

The fame of the "demon kid" from Vhetlaug spread between the military stationed in the continent, or at least, in the region around the pub he lived in. The rumors helped bring in clientele somewhat, but drove away almost as much, in the end, it became more of a pub than a inn. Now 14, Deryn, or Danny and even "Danny boy" a he was now called by the regulars, was able to get a few fighting lessons out of the group that was constantly around. At 17, however, something unexpected happened. He was conscripted. At the time, he didn't seem to care much about it, just an excuse to wear the king's colors, get a free weapon and be stationed god knows where for a couple of years before fighting the creatures in the wastelands another two. He went off without a worry, despite his parent's warnings.

Once actually stationed into the place he'd call home for the next two years, his expectations were proven wrong. He was placed in what had become famous as "the last tip of civilization" before the openly hostile lands. "The death legion" they jokingly called themselves, since other than incursions into the wilds, that really WAS the closest someone would get to the enemy lines. Training, climate, companions, the officers... All of it horrid. No wonder the people that served here and visited the inn were so damn jolly to be away from the damn place. Even the beds were cold... Not to mention the tension. Daryn thought it wouldn't be too bad seeing monsters for the first time. But every now and then, some could be seen in the distance... And their hungry eyes could pierce your very soul, even when you could barely see anything else. Sleeping was, to say at the very least, difficult.

Six months is what it took for the training stage of his conscription to end. Now 18 and far more athletic that he ever was before, it was time to face his first battle. An monster group was able to slip past the fort, but was located before it could reach any town, and due it's small size, the recruits would be taken by some veterans to take on that force and experience their first battle. Outnumbered, it was a fast defeat for the aberrations... But not without inflicting damage of their own. One recruit was dead and other 4 people injured, but that wasn't the worst of it. What really got most of the new people there was the smell after it was all over, as was the feeling of the rotten flesh and bones giving in to their weapons Quite a few vomited, and even Danny got to nearly do it as well... That was the beginning of what would be his life for the next three years.

He certainly missed his home, he who was now cook for an advance party into the frozen wastelands. Now 20, this was his last year as a conscript and more than one piece of bad news had reached him. It seemed like his father had become sick, and it wasn't something that was going away, he probably could only make it for another year or two, that was a bit of a blow to the fiery youngster. With only two weeks left to end his final assignment, the worst happened. Ambushed almost a whole day away from the closest outpost, it was a miracle Deryn survived, all by himself. Now wounded, lost and with his supplies lost due damage from the battle, he passed out, to be found by a group of hunters under a pile of snow two days later.

Too sick and weak to travel, Deryn was forced to live in a recluse village for almost an month, helping as he could, despite his wounds. After finally having the strength to make his way back home, he was greeted by an open terrain where  his home used to stand. Later he learned that his father's illness had become worse and took the old man's life. Without someone to run the inn, the mother tried to sell the place, but instead, had it taken from her by the government before she found someone willing to buy it, under the pretence that "With the death of her husband and son and unfit to run the place by herself, she was to surrender the land that was found in an strategic location." It seemed not only was he taken for dead, they stripped him of his home, and no matter how he searched in the surrounding regions, his mother could not be found.

It has been 7 years since then. Homeless and with only the clothing on his body, an old weapon and the flag he was able to salvage from the battle he was in before disappearing, Deryn had adopted the name denny as definitive, for "Deryn Russ" was dead, despite what he said to the representative of the crown. He had little choice but to become a vagabond, sometimes acting as a mercenary to survive, but no large company would take in a man that, by all means, did not exists officially. The suspicion and risk was too big for that. He could, at most, find work for small cases. "serve as bouncer to this pub" or "Be a enforcer to an assault against a band of outlaws". Every now and then is capable of finding someone willing to take him into a caravan, allowing him to travel between some continents... Most recently, he found himself in a caravan headed for Drakestone, one of the few jobs he found that would pay well. Not to mention, he was curious about these "fighting pits". If he could enter without being a slave, maybe betting on himself wouldn't be a bad idea, or even if that wan't possible, find a contractor between the "fatcats" of the land.

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CHARACTER PROGRESS FORM
LEVEL 1
	HP	STM	STR	DEX	MAG	DEF	MDEF
STATS	300	120	50	40	0	35	35
Points Spent	10	8	10	8	0	7	7
Skill Points	1 Skill Point every 10 Levels

[I]^^ Your xp is just 3. So you start at level 1, unless you are able to rackup posts to push your exp to 10 before I approve this. Skill poijts should be 0.

As for the story, the undead invasion was 2000 years ago so it couldn't be "happening" anymore. Also where exactly doeshe live in the north? Because we have locations that are locked to Delva races. Just browse the rp locations in book 1 and you'll see the descriptions for every location. The map of wrozan can be found in the summary lore.^^

All done. Northrend it is.