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Dayne
Legacy Name: Dayne

The Darkmatter Tigrean
Owner: Alkuna

Age: 17 years, 2 months, 1 week

Born: January 10th, 2009

Adopted: 15 years, 6 months, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: August 20th, 2010

Statistics

• Level: 11
   
• Strength: 27
   
• Defense: 27
   
• Speed: 27
   
• Health: 28
   
• HP: 28/28
   
• Intelligence: 64
   
• Books Read: 64
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

Name: Dayne
Pronounced: Dain
Meaning: derived from the Hebrew name Dan ("judge"), or a derivative of the Old French digne ("worthy").
Gender: Male
Species: Darkmatter Tigrean?
Place of Birth: The Darkside
Alignment: Neutral
Role: Demon of Darkness and Ice
Eyes: purple
Body type: broadshouldered, powerful, built for fighting
Face type: masculine
Marking(s): dark purple tigrean stripes
Best Feature: face
Speaking Style: low, smooth voice when calm; harsh grating snarl when angered
Hobbies: prowling shadows, intimidating unwelcome visitors, scaring religous zealots
Secret: Looks and acts older than Abathar but is really a younger brother.
Likes: scaring zealots, cool temperatures, defeating adventurers in the dungeon
Dislikes: perky people, zealots, hot temperatures
Element: Darkness and Ice
Description: Icy cold slithering darkness is his signature. If ever you feel a chill in the shadows, he has something to do with it. Wherever his dark power trails, it leaves a path of ice and ice crystals.

Name: Heja
Pronounced: he-ya
Species: Crowbah
Gender: Male
Description: Just...don't touch Heja. Like, ever. Just don't. His mournful cry can send chills shooting down your spine and raise goosebumps on the hardiest street-bitten thug.
Heja feeds on nightmares and has been known to deliberately inspire them with his cries, thus ensuring his steady food supply. For reasons unknown, Dayne is unaffected by this creature.

"I'm going to claw my way down your throat and rip out your very soul."

"Kill you? No, not for a while. First, I'm going to drain you dry. I'll savor your fear first, then I will paint my fur with your blood. Not all of it. Just enough so you can watch me for a while. Then I'll extract that exquisite liqueur of agony from your body. I'll bottle it up to sip for the next several centuries. Then, and only then, will I extinguish you with a dagger of ice to your carotid artery."

Darkness comes...

My brother had been taken, and I had tracked him down to this alien world. I had never in my life experienced anything so strange as the body in which I now inhabit. My senses are foreign to me, and everything is set on a desperate learning curve as I struggle to adapt. Worse, I am now aware that I cannot go home until this body of mine expires. I am in no hurry to test suicide as a potential method of getting home.

I was fortunate enough to be welcomed by the being that cares for my brother and now me. I have learned much, both from the other beings that inhabit this domicile and from my brother himself. Our powers and our forms are feared by many; associated with creatures of evil we are persecuted wherever we go. Only our "mom," Alkuna, and her "pets" treat us with kindness and respect. I shall take a page from my brother's book and give them exactly what they expect. I have been given permission to construct a dungeon benath the house for "heroes" to traverse. Let them come. I will see them begging for mercy at the end of my staff. I am Dayne, Dungeon Master.

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He looks and acts like an older brother to Abathar, though in reality he's younger. No one knows the actual age of either of these beings but this is what they say. Dayne, unlike his brother, doesn't put on a facade of ferociousness. He IS more ferocious. After a year of trying to find his brother, Dayne found him... here in our world. While Abathar was summoned against his will, Dayne simply ripped open a portal, stepped through, and closed it behind him.

Dayne's Lair

Where night does not give way to day,
And denizens of dark come out to play,
Abandon hope, embrace despair;
For you have just entered Dayne's lair.
Through his dungeon you may tread,
But rest assured, you'll soon be dead!
For all who are brave and pure of heart,
Come forward and be torn apart.
Armored knights who boast true grit,
You'll roast more quickly on a spit!
Stout Wizard in his dungeon grim?
A trap will make short work of him!
The better heroes do-gooders do employ,
The greater carnage he will enjoy.
Evil, malice, death, decay,
It's just another working day!

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