Diatlo lived a modest life for a few years in his home village, hearing stories of adventure and fantasy only made it better as he learned magic from his parents. However, this was short lived as raiders invaded the village look for a dragon to sell to the highest bidder and they found someone with white dragon blood. They demolished the homes and executed everyone except Diatlo who was safe from harm thanks to his parent's sacrifice. He spent the rest of his days in the remains of the village, alone with only pieces of the past to comfort him until he saw the strangest sight. Cards. Cards that were flying through the air like feathers making a neat little trail leading to somewhere.
Diatlo felt hope with his curiosity driving him to follow the usual trail. The day turns into night as he reached the end of the card trail stopping at an old shack just as run down as his home but entered with new found wonder. Where did these cards come from? Was it a spell? What spell could make cards float? He asked himself more of these question as he looked around the shack finding one singular card atop a trap door. When opened it revealed a stair way into a stone basement; inside was an alter with a stack of leather books that had a card of the front with a box of leather pouches. In the middle of the alter was one card placed in a slot flipped down, Diatlo walked towards it and uncovered it. The card had a picture of a magnificent dragon with a white scales having a tint of blue along with it's eyes being a darker blue. He read the title of the card out loud, "Blue-eyes white dragon." as he said those words thousands of cards began flying around him, surrounding him a tornado. Diatlos stood in both fear and awe of the purpose of this was as the cards began to pile up next to next to the dragon card and as the tornado settled a singular powerful yet aspiring voice told him the task that would change him.
"You are now a duelist. One who harnesses creatures and spells from all stretches of time and space. Your only task is to obtain all of the cards of this realm. In this tome you will find the list of the cards necessary. I wish you luck." Diatlo stood frozen not with fear but a sense of power flowing through him, mixed with the blood of the white dragon. He turned his attention to the deck of cards now in front of him set neatly inside one of the leather pouches. He picked it up and continued to feel a power flowing through him until it stopped suddenly. "What? Is that it? thought Diatlo since he didn't feel any different, so he decided to look through the deck drawing five cards as. though it were second nature. The power flowing through him was the knowledge of the game and all it's rules, and his hand stared the blue eyes white dragon who gave off a familiar feeling like a relative he never met. His mouth moved to say the words that will allow this game to begin, "From my hand," he spoke with a fiery passion," The almighty beast that is..." The final words he shouted out with all of the strength he has been thought, "The Blue eyes White Dragon!" He threw the card into the sky where the paralyzed illustration manifested into the true beast. Tall, large, intimidating, and majestic all the same as it stood proudly next to it's master Diatlo, who turned over to witness what he had done. The beast lowered it's to him as he stroked it gently, he felt a true connection between them both as he picked the card the beast returned to picture form.
Diatlo walked up the stairs to the old shack and left staring out onto the ledge where he could see a large village nearby. It reminded him of his home looked before and along that view he noticed a group of people who looked too familiar. He started at the book he picked and opened the first page to where it revealed the first card. "The Raider legend" with the same look as the one who ravaged his home, before going down to confront them he looked at his home one more team now with tasks in mind. The first to complete the book and the second to revitalize his home.
This was the beginning of Diatlo, the magical duelist.
(Author's note: I hope you enjoyed, this is one of my character background stories. Please what you think about it! Feedback is always appreciated)
Name: Diatlo
Race: Human with white draconic
Diatlo lived a modest life for a few years in his home village, hearing stories of adventure and fantasy only made it better as he learned magic from his parents. However, this was short lived as raiders invaded the village look for a dragon to sell to the highest bidder and they found someone with white dragon blood. They demolished the homes and executed everyone except Diatlo who was safe from harm thanks to his parent's sacrifice. He spent the rest of his days in the remains of the village, alone with only pieces of the past to comfort him until he saw the strangest sight. Cards. Cards that were flying through the air like feathers making a neat little trail leading to somewhere.
Diatlo felt hope with his curiosity driving him to follow the usual trail. The day turns into night as he reached the end of the card trail stopping at an old shack just as run down as his home but entered with new found wonder. Where did these cards come from? Was it a spell? What spell could make cards float? He asked himself more of these question as he looked around the shack finding one singular card atop a trap door. When opened it revealed a stair way into a stone basement; inside was an alter with a stack of leather books that had a card of the front with a box of leather pouches. In the middle of the alter was one card placed in a slot flipped down, Diatlo walked towards it and uncovered it. The card had a picture of a magnificent dragon with a white scales having a tint of blue along with it's eyes being a darker blue. He read the title of the card out loud, "Blue-eyes white dragon." as he said those words thousands of cards began flying around him, surrounding him a tornado. Diatlos stood in both fear and awe of the purpose of this was as the cards began to pile up next to next to the dragon card and as the tornado settled a singular powerful yet aspiring voice told him the task that would change him.
"You are now a duelist. One who harnesses creatures and spells from all stretches of time and space. Your only task is to obtain all of the cards of this realm. In this tome you will find the list of the cards necessary. I wish you luck." Diatlo stood frozen not with fear but a sense of power flowing through him, mixed with the blood of the white dragon. He turned his attention to the deck of cards now in front of him set neatly inside one of the leather pouches. He picked it up and continued to feel a power flowing through him until it stopped suddenly. "What? Is that it? thought Diatlo since he didn't feel any different, so he decided to look through the deck drawing five cards as. though it were second nature. The power flowing through him was the knowledge of the game and all it's rules, and his hand stared the blue eyes white dragon who gave off a familiar feeling like a relative he never met. His mouth moved to say the words that will allow this game to begin, "From my hand," he spoke with a fiery passion," The almighty beast that is..." The final words he shouted out with all of the strength he has been thought, "The Blue eyes White Dragon!" He threw the card into the sky where the paralyzed illustration manifested into the true beast. Tall, large, intimidating, and majestic all the same as it stood proudly next to it's master Diatlo, who turned over to witness what he had done. The beast lowered it's to him as he stroked it gently, he felt a true connection between them both as he picked the card the beast returned to picture form.
Diatlo walked up the stairs to the old shack and left staring out onto the ledge where he could see a large village nearby. It reminded him of his home looked before and along that view he noticed a group of people who looked too familiar. He started at the book he picked and opened the first page to where it revealed the first card. "The Raider legend" with the same look as the one who ravaged his home, before going down to confront them he looked at his home one more team now with tasks in mind. The first to complete the book and the second to revitalize his home.
This was the beginning of Diatlo, the magical duelist.
(Author's note: I hope you enjoyed, this is one of my character background stories. Please what you think about it! Feedback is always appreciated)
What class would they be? It sounds like they should be bard or sorcerer. Otherwise it is cool.
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