Name: Crown Prince Eriqus Dav'in Tenebri, Heir to the Throne of Dalgotro
Nickname: Dav
Age: 29, appearing 21
Race: Half-Elf
Class: Royalty
Faction: Factionless, for the time being
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Characteristics: Charismatic, Blunt, Fair, Cunning, Noble
History: His birth is that of legend. It is said that his conception was that of immaculate nature. But, the truth is a far greater tale of his creation. In exchange for the lives of her best generals, court, and armada, the High Queen of the Elves, Liluth, traded the King of the Vikings some of the most treasured artifacts of their people...and her virginal embrace (while she was Demi-Queen, of course). The elders, the only ones who knew the truth of Eriqus' lineage, could sense a power lurking in their young prince from the moment he was born.
Set apart from his siblings, he was trained in not only the art of combat but diplomatics and leadership. Though he was not the son of the King Regent, Eriqus was the firstborn and thus the throne was his birthright. Even though people knew him as a half-blood, they were his people. And nothing could prepare him for the catastrophic event that would change their lives forever.
The capital of Dalgotro, Idris, lay in the south, the shining beacon of their continent. Many of the ancient ways were tied to Idris, where libraries and centuries old temples were located. Without any warning, the Darkness descended upon the land, swallowing up almost everything in its wake. Scores of the high elvish were disintegrated by the foul presence, save for a small few who were protected by the Prince and his sacred power--which cut through the darkness like a beacon in the fog. The hundreds of them scattered, taking up refuge within the many domains of their cousins, the wood elves.
Most of the Royal Court did not survive. And in this turmoil, the war between the ME and the Anti-Magic Leauge only grew worse with both operations taking a stake in the torn land.
As for Eriqus, he shed his title, for the time being, settling for being called Dav. Taking refuge in the main hub of the wood elves, Cryxird, he has kept his head down and become a skilled hunter. Armed with only daggers and his wit he has resigned to a fate of being lost forever. However, the Gods still shine down upon him and his people. All it should take is a timely meeting of an unlikely party...
Abilities/ Magic:
Denial:
-main- The ability to cancel out or greatly reduce the effects of another's powers and/or presence(i.e.- the Darkness). It only works on a local scale, not to be confused with Omni-Negation(for now). It takes a great deal of training, focus, and energy to pull off even the smallest tasks, even though he shows great promise for the adventure to come.
Shadow Step:
-passive- When in combat, Dav can temporarily fade out of sight for the first few seconds, though he is still susceptible to being harmed.
Studied Strike:
-ability- After years of learning, Dav knows exactly how to carve up someone. This ability allows him to critically harm his opponent(though he can only use it twice in a fight).
Half-Blood:
-passive- Dav is impervious to magic and naturally adept in the ways of carnage, due to his Viking heritage. Could this be the reason for his powers of negation?
Items:
Hunting Bag, filled with provisions and gear, extra clothing, and traps
a bow and quiver
And a set of daggers named Dark-Eater (in human tongue), a royal artifact made from Obsidian.