Name: Drake Uni Amirales/ The Admiral DarkJuno
Birthplace: The Untamed Lands that Koridai was risen from/Ensydria (No Longer Exists)
Bio: While the wind and water are the only true masters of the Lalvician Sea itself, the closest one could cite as an official leader of sorts would be the often angered, ill-tempered, and eerily rational DarkJuno. Mysterious in every sense of the word, it seems like the leader of the boldest and strongest pirate clan in the sea is just another fortunate human who rose to this terrible power with cunning, treachery, and force. Yet...generations upon generations of souls in the pirating game seem to have at least one recollection or outright account of someone very much like the "king" of the pirates himself in the records of history - from mannerisms and attitude all the way down to physical appearances. Still, most ignore this oddity, as most know better then to dwell on such insignificant things, especially in his presence within the dark, heavily fortified Forsaken Fortress. Despite his brashness and outward appearances, within his brooding exterior he is always mindful of all the events occurring, and is always carefully planning his next course of action.
Truth be told, the Admiral isn’t really immortal or invulnerable – but it’s still fairly close. Long, long ago, before the records of histories past had yet to have been written, lived a race of beings, who for all intents and purposes were the exact same as those who live today. How and why it came to pass is a mystery, but after flourishing and developing for centuries in this world, they all mysteriously vanished, seemingly shaking away the bonds of mortality and rising to a greater form of existence. Even so, some still fell to the same vices and immoralities that plague all of humanity, and as such struck out to rule what came of the world after their time was up. Fate, however, is cruel, as much to the minority’s chagrin, ascending to this plane of existence not only rendered them above the coils of mortality, but also forbade them from interfering with mortals directly. Whether by higher power or a strange, bizarre sort of failsafe, any who attempted to directly affect the world, whether in a positive or negative manner, merely disappeared, forever.
Naturally, there are ways around this – perhaps nudging a an object in the path of one walking so that he may slip and see something he otherwise would not, or perhaps rustling the leaves of a tree with what appears to be a breeze – one could perhaps even speak to a mortal being, albeit being mindful not to outright tell what he or she must do in order to bring about great change. Few took this option, and most opted to do so only when the being was in a drunken, sleepy, or otherwise disoriented state. One, however, did not.
His name lost to the annals of time, one particular being was determined to take the world into his grasp, and devised a method to do so. While he boldly going forth and taking the world would be mere childs‘ play, it would also certainly cause his ceasing to exist. However, if one were to take the world in his name, than....that would be different. As such, he waited centuries, until one faithful day, a rather angry, dark, and vengeful young man wandered into his view. While he had taken into account candidates before, this one seemed...different. While a fair share of supposedly evil ones had come to his attention, this one had a seething, burning spark of darkness within him, even with his oddly calm, albeit angry, features. Knowing that he had the perfect candidate, the being came to the man, and made his offer.
Clearly, the man thought he had probably drunk far more than he should have, but soon that spark of darkness began to grow, as his dark, black heart began to be tempted by the promises of this celestial being, seemingly a god to the mortal, of riches, glory, and power if he were to be his soldier and voice in the world, and lead it into his hands. Unable to resist, the man agreed – in exchange for the being’s protection, which meant a long lived life and near immortality, he would craft a force to take over the world for him, with the deal sealed by blood and soul.
Unfortunately for the being, the young man was not a mere thug with lust for power, but a careful, cautious thinker. As the decades flew by – for he had all the time in the world – the young man rightly drew the conclusion that once he did conquer the world for the being, he would be tossed aside with his purpose being fulfilled. As such, he concocted his own, similar scheme, and cockily presented it to the being on the eve of what seemed like the total conquest of the planet. The deal was that the now only young looking man would continue to enjoy the protection of the being until he completed his part – that is, to conquer the world. This was such that it could never be broken, ever, even if the being wished it to. Therefore, if it was not the young man who conquered the world, but merely his own followers, concocting their own plans for the glory of their nation and leader, well, than he could have the world and the continued longevity the being bestowed upon him – as for dissenters in the ranks trying to complain that they were the ones who did the hard work, well, that was an easy enough problem to dispose of. Angered, the being realized his folly and that he had been taken for a fool. As such, both the being and the man are locked in stalemate – if the being goes back on the deal, than he ceases to exist, and the man could conquer the world easily enough with his forces. If the man does so with the deal in place, he would wither and fly into the winds as dust immediately upon completion.
Unfortunately for the being, the young man was patient – so patient that the world he lived in simply does not exist any longer, nor do the worlds that came about after. Living through an unknown number of cataclysms and armageddons, the still perpetually young man waits, biding his time and merely trying over and over again. This man eventually comes to be known, in this current world as the Admiral DarkJuno of the Forsaken Fortress, whose wisdom in evil and darkness being deeper than any can find possible. Naturally, he is careful – pushing ahead the technology of the world ahead of its time in order to take the planet would count as his directly taking over the world, which would seal the deal he made. As such, he merely takes the current technology and era as far as he possibly can, until the next age begins. As far as the pirates of the Lalvician Seas are concerned, he’s merely the ruthless, dark, brooding master of the largest, most powerful, and frankly most intimidating band of rogues on the high seas who either shut his feelings out or just doesn’t care. The only emotion he displays are anger and annoyance, in an oddly rational insanity that permeates the fortress he resides on.
As for power....he seems to be, at most, a superbly athletic human at the peak of human perfection, but nothing more. No magic, no powers, just being a magnificent specimen with an unmatched expertise in the use of merely the armor on his clothing. Not that it matters, since all the fools to challenge him die within seconds, most midway through his or her dissent speech since, to put it bluntly, he doesn’t have time for their bothers. Indeed, his greatest strength seems to be the respect and utter fear he commands from all his subjects, whether it be out of self service or because they just have had their wills and spirits broken and being free to them is a harsher, more painful existence than one of total obedience and servitude.
And as for the man himself? The concepts of empathy, morality, and camaraderie are nothing more than words. Extremely arrogant and single minded, the Admiral refuses to call or ask for help, thinking it beneath him, and once he has sights on a goal, goes after it with a blind ambition. As for his subjects, he cares nothing for them – they are merely meat shields to him, so slightly more useful than others. Everyone is labeled – blindly loyal guard, oddly loyal spy, random wench for amusement, and others, and they are nothing more than that. That is probably one of his greatest weaknesses – the complete reliance on nothing but himself, despite the fact that it is up to others to take the world for him, even if they follow out of fear.
Even so, it does not bother him – to say all emotions have been burned away by the fires of darkness, rage, and hatred would be fairly correct. The darkness in his cold, black, rage filled heart, heavy with the evils of worlds gone past and the blood of nations on his wicked, irredeemable soul would likely drive anyone else mad, with only the beings’ forced continuation in the deal keeping the dark, brooding man alive. Regardless of what occurs, the Admiral continues to strive forth on his mad quest to rule, and to do so with both riches and his black, twisted soul intact.
Well, at least that was the plan.
There were......complications to his carefully crafted scheme that he had in perpetuity for the last few centuries, complications that, unlike in the past, were more then a mere annoyance and the cause for the forced abandonment of his current course of action. In fact, it seemed to have been too much for the mighty Admiral, as he, in an odd moment of self sacrifice and empathy, ordered the vacating of the Forsaken Fortress of all its inhabitants - slaves and riff raff included - and stayed behind. While the once impressive formation of pirates has now irreparably broken apart in the evacuation, the word was that he perished along with the mighty battlement in a glorious, frightening flash of light. The Admiral and his legacy were finally dead, by his own hands.
Post Abandonment Bio: Drake Uni Amirales is a stern, serious man of few words, and an individual would be wise not to cross. Forged from countless battles against the wild, untamed beasts of the land and the equally hedonistic, unclean savages of the untamed wilds, it is somewhat mind boggling though certainly not unheard of that a fairly young - yet admittedly gruff and world weary - man could have survived and in fact thrived. It is even more surprising that one who came from the ravaging wastes could arise to become Her Holy Goddess's Supreme General Magnus and Defender of the Holy Book of Koridai, one of the four beings entrusted with Her Holiness' Ear, alongside the Pope, the Lord, and the Inquisitor. A man immensely strong in his physical being yet also with a sharp, logical mind whose tactics in warfare are cunning and some lesser beings would even refer to as unfair, some say his battle hardened will and heart seem rather inhumane, as he will literally do anything and everything to secure victory for Her Holiness, crossing several lines that even the most sinful heathens would dare not toe, all in the name of the greater good. Tales speak of the first time he was encountered by the survivors of the great apocalypse of the dorms, and of how he was feared by the mindless, forsaken savage humans that did not deserve to live in this lush and varied land that was intended for the Holy Empire. How it came from that to his current position is best left unasked for now.
All he asks from his men, from his Elite Vanguard team to the lowliest pages (and really, all citizens blessed enough to reside in Koridai) is to push aside the antiquated and preposterous notion that Death was to be feared, as he had done. Some might even say his complete and utter disregard to the thought of dying was madness, if not for the great victories he has been able to pull off even when seemingly completely wiped out - at the end of the day, Drake would somehow return with the foolish savage's head and only minorly injured. Still, some might wonder about him sometimes, whether it be because of the rumblings that, despite being a sanctified sword, the Holy Arpegio Blade - a great, dazzling but very much battle worthy two handed blade he used as if it were a single handed one - was not bestowed by Her Greatness Lady Chikara, or the notice that his bows and submission towards Her barely qualified as such. Still, his loyalty to the cause and the Empire are unquestioned and pure, and will fight forevermore in Her name.
Naturally, this is merely the former Admiral's new persona in this world. Much like his other former guises, his life as the Admiral is mostly ignored by him, tossed aside save for the many experiences he has learned from it and the several other identities he has taken to refine and fine tool his plans, though any guests he grudgingly allows onto his private estate bestowed by the tiny goddess always marvel at his many curious relics and antiquities from the past. For all his cold heartedness and antipathy towards any whos tands in his way, the machinations of Chikara are, however, curious, and while Drake certainly is only looking out for himself in the end, if it means pleading false fealty to the annoying little goddess, then so be it - whether she already knows of his identity or not hardly matters in the end, only that the plans currently carefully constructing themselves in his mind towards his ultimate goal come to fruition. However, "she" is both annoyed and oddly relieved that "her" partner in crime for last few millenia is notably more mellow then in his usual personnas this time around - less stabbing people who look at him funny, and more calling them idiots and verbally breaking all the moronic little miscreants who deserve it to the point of being refined into battle ready warriors...or broken shells of humanity.
Neither particularly care, really.
Whatever the case, Drake is content to serve loyaly - legitimately, albeit grudgingly - the small one and her quest to purge chaos from the lands.
For now.
Edited by DarkJuno, 17 July 2009 - 09:15 PM.
