“I have known many gods like my father. He who denies them is as blind as he who trusts them too deeply. I seek not beyond death. It may be the blackness averred by the Elysium skeptics, or Nergal's realm of ice and cloud, or the snowy plains and vaulted halls of Anu's paradise. I know not, nor do I care. Let me live deep while I live; let me know the rich juices of red meat and stinging wine on my palate, the hot embrace of white arms, the mad exultation of battle when the blue blades flame and crimson, and I am content. Let teachers and philosophers brood over questions of reality and illusion. I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.” |
darrien lunarosBiographical information
Other names: Brutal Warlord, Demon, Planar Tyrant, Lord of War, First to Bleed, Son Defiant, The Exiled Species: Annunaki Gender: Male Hair Color: Chestnut brown POLITICAL AND MILITARY INFO.
Affiliation: Pathfinder Order House Lunaros Class: Solar Crusader (Brutal Myrmidon) Possession(s)
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Adjudicator Darrien was the oldest child of Adonai Lunaros, and the founder and leader of the cult that would later be known as the Forerunner Order. During his time with the Forerunners, Adonai was considered among its most noble and idealistic leaders. His ideals, however, would often set him at odds with the founders of the collective, something which would ultimately lead to his defection. Darrien was known as the adjudicator for the merciless judgment he would cast upon others who abused their power, a title he proudly adopted as his own name. Darrien served as his father's personal executioner and the militant leader of the Pathfinders, helping to conquer the Cosmos through violence and war against the Isu. During their conquests, Adonai brought down the gods with his ability to tame deadly lightning, while Darrien was gifted with the power to manipulate the outcomes of battle through strategic planning alone. He would shackle foes and gather them together to be smothered in flames, blessed by the god which he had swore an oath to kill--Mars. Adonai, however, after realizing that bringing peace was the true way to unite the Cosmos, saw Darrien's over-ambitiousness, combined with his formidable power, as a threat to his peace that he had managed to create across the Cosmos before his death. For this, Darrien considered his father to be weak--too ill to lead the Annunaki to a great future, and thus challenged Adonai for ownership of the Mantle. He failed in his pursuit and was ultimately struck down by his father, but his image became memorialized and cemented in Annunaki culture. In the present day, Darrien is remembered by only a select few and is regarded as having perished alongside the others of his time.
backstory / loreUnlike his father, Darrien was never loved by the people. He represented everything they feared and despised: war, strife, chaos, and murder. It’s said that the sky darkened when Darrien took the field. That he rode to battle on a chariot drawn by fire-breathing steeds and delighted only in the clash of battle and smell of bloodshed. Darrien was never truly loved by his father, either. Adonai had many sons, but only two with the woman he truly loved. However, Adonai had long suspected her of having an affair that led to the birth of Darrien, perhaps as revenge for all of Adonai's own infidelity. For this, Adonai was disgusted by him. In current day, Darrien is loved only by the radical Reclaimers, who revere him for his masculinity, his merciless warrior spirit, and tenacity against all odds. The Reclaimers, however, know the unpredictable fury of their patron, and bind his statues in chains. This is, in part, to prevent Darrien's spirit of victory from escaping Nibiru, and a vain effort to keep the God of War contained.
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Darrien strut through the marble double doors of a mausoleum, whose function had been repurposed for wartime--still freshly caked in the blood of his adversaries. For the Draeneex, it housed their dead in ceremonial granite tombs, the greatest of which surrounded a throne which the Annunaki now sat upon. On that throne was Darrien's father--the greatest and most powerful Annunaki of all--Adonai of House Lunaros. He sat there . . . old, with grey streaks raking through his once-gold beard.
"It is done, my lord." Darrien bowed, gulping back the last vestiges of what remained of his pride. Before him he laid a rolled tarp, and used one calloused hand to undo its binds. The scroll rolled out to reveal its contents; an heirloom, the crown of the Draeneex, wrought in cracked fireglass and adorned with some gem whose colors were like stained glass. A single mote of light sliced through the open mausoleum door to bathe Adonai in his firstborn's shadow.
Darrien continued, though he wished he did not. "The Draeneex did not accept our conditions."
Adonai drummed his fingers against the armrest of his lavish seat. He waited, and then waited some more. Darrien lifted his eyes from the ground and saw something he had not seen before . . . anger? Disappointment?
Darrien cleared his throat. "Do my methods trouble you so?" He whispered in a raspy voice.
"Just so." Adonai's baritone voice encouraged dust to fall from the vaulted ceilings.
"The Draeneex are a stubborn bunch. Their alliance with the Guddha have made them confident." Darrien lowered his eyes and measured his words carefully. "Of course . . . the Guddha would not be apart of the picture had you heed my council, rather than the council of your scientist-"
Adonai cut off his son. "I will not hear it, Darrien," he said, calm as ever. "What of the delegates? Did you slaughter all of them, too?"
Darrien was quick to reply. "No."
"Good."
"Shall I?"
Adonai squinted, the wrinkles on the corners of his eyes becoming dark.
"Are you toying with me, boy?" Adonai said, with a lilt in his voice that Darrien had yet to hear being aimed towards him. Adonai's fingers curled around the corners of his armrests and he lifted himself to a stand, struggling to do so. He had been sitting for awhile--on this planet, on the last and the one before that. Each time he allowed Darrien another stab at diplomacy, and each time was less successful than the last. It was Adonai's shadow that stretched over Darrien, now.
Darrien clenched his teeth and bowed his head in submission.
"Sometimes I fear for you, my child."
Darrien cocked his head, curious what his father had meant by that.
"I fear that you will grow too arrogant for your own good. I fear that your arrogance will possess you to do something reckless . . . something that will hurt your position. Had I sent Garyth
"It is done, my lord." Darrien bowed, gulping back the last vestiges of what remained of his pride. Before him he laid a rolled tarp, and used one calloused hand to undo its binds. The scroll rolled out to reveal its contents; an heirloom, the crown of the Draeneex, wrought in cracked fireglass and adorned with some gem whose colors were like stained glass. A single mote of light sliced through the open mausoleum door to bathe Adonai in his firstborn's shadow.
Darrien continued, though he wished he did not. "The Draeneex did not accept our conditions."
Adonai drummed his fingers against the armrest of his lavish seat. He waited, and then waited some more. Darrien lifted his eyes from the ground and saw something he had not seen before . . . anger? Disappointment?
Darrien cleared his throat. "Do my methods trouble you so?" He whispered in a raspy voice.
"Just so." Adonai's baritone voice encouraged dust to fall from the vaulted ceilings.
"The Draeneex are a stubborn bunch. Their alliance with the Guddha have made them confident." Darrien lowered his eyes and measured his words carefully. "Of course . . . the Guddha would not be apart of the picture had you heed my council, rather than the council of your scientist-"
Adonai cut off his son. "I will not hear it, Darrien," he said, calm as ever. "What of the delegates? Did you slaughter all of them, too?"
Darrien was quick to reply. "No."
"Good."
"Shall I?"
Adonai squinted, the wrinkles on the corners of his eyes becoming dark.
"Are you toying with me, boy?" Adonai said, with a lilt in his voice that Darrien had yet to hear being aimed towards him. Adonai's fingers curled around the corners of his armrests and he lifted himself to a stand, struggling to do so. He had been sitting for awhile--on this planet, on the last and the one before that. Each time he allowed Darrien another stab at diplomacy, and each time was less successful than the last. It was Adonai's shadow that stretched over Darrien, now.
Darrien clenched his teeth and bowed his head in submission.
"Sometimes I fear for you, my child."
Darrien cocked his head, curious what his father had meant by that.
"I fear that you will grow too arrogant for your own good. I fear that your arrogance will possess you to do something reckless . . . something that will hurt your position. Had I sent Garyth
abilities
Solar Crusader (Brutal Myrmidon)
Projectile:
Movement:
In the Trenches
Projectile:
Movement:
In the Trenches