My Custom - Planeswalker
I was hoping to get some feedback on him. This is my first, serious attempt at an original character, so don't expect anything good. Anyways, here is a conversation I wrote out between me asking questions and him responding. Keep in mind, please, it is 4 AM and i literally just wrote all this out...so...yeah...expect a few typos.
M(e): So, first off lets start with the basics, so, what is your full name?
D(urah): Durah Olren Voln.
M: Ok, so, how old are you?
D: I am 18.
M: So Durah, tell me, what do you want in life?
D: Oh, thats a quick jump...well, I guess what I really want is to find something to believe in, something that I can stand for. Plus, it wouldn't be bad if I found a group to call a family along the way.
M: Interesting. So tell me, out of the possessions you own, what is the most important one to you?
D: My most important possession is probably my mother's locket.
M: And why is the locket so important?
D: She gave me this locket when I was just a small kid, but it wasn't long after that one of the Gruul clans raided the area we lived in and destroyed everything, we found her body three days after they left, burnt to a crisp.
M: Oh...I'm sorry to hear that.
D: Its ok, I miss her all the time, but it has been ten years.
M: Of course, of course...so, what about your father?
D: My father...the Boros officer, he stood high and mighty for the people he protected, but when he came home everyday, he would drink as much as he could, and then he would yell at me for hours on end about how imperfect I was, because I wasn't him...and then he'd beat me until he had to go back to his patrols. I hate him. I left him behind at 15, and I haven't looked back since.
M: Hm, sounds like you have had a very rough upbringing, what about your friends? Who were you close to after your mother passed away?
D: I was closest to a young merfolk girl named Asimi and another human boy named Veran.
M: So, how have you three been doing the past decade?
D: Well, we started working together doing odd jobs for the guilds, but as time went on, they both joined a guild, and I kept working alone. Veran asked me to help him with a mission for the Orzhov not too long ago.
M: Hm, how did this mission go?
D: Poorly...
M: And why is that?
D: Veran betrayed me.
M: Oh...how...why did he betray you?
D: The council of Orzhova asked him to assassinate a Simic biomancer, and he needed a scape-goat. He told me it was a simple retrieval and delivery job, picking up some materials the Simic had sold to the Orzhov and delivering it.
M: And he left the blame on you after the mission?
D: Not exactly.
M: Really?
D: Yeah, the thing about this Simic biomancer, was that we both knew her.
M: Asimi?
D: Yeah.
M: Could Veran not bring himself to kill a childhood friend?
D: No...he was ready to kill us both if needed, what he didn't expect was for us to fight back. Asimi fought after he began to attack, but he did not plan on fighting fair, he knocked me into a wall and pulled a poison dagger on her. They fought while I struggled to stand back up.
M: What happened next?
D: I failed. He got a hit on her, and after that she was easy to finish off, he was using some kind of rare poison that basically sedated a person after only a few seconds in the bloodstream. Before I could get up to try and help, he had already finished it, and he used a powerful flame spell to char her body, before charging it at me. He knew I hated flames.
M: So, how did you escape?
D: To be honest, I don't really know. One minute I have a fading grasp on reality, I see the flames burn Asimi's body, and then start heading to me, the next minute, I only see a blinding light.
M: Your spark ignited?
D: I guess. I'm still new to this. But anyways, the next thing I know, I'm laying in a dense forest, with some mountains in the distance.
M: Well...seems you've had quite a rough week.
D: Yeah.
M: So, Durah, would you mind if we switch topics for a bit?
D: I'd be happy too.
M: Ok, well in that case, why don't we switch to a lighter one for now.
D: Sounds good.
M: Ok, so, why don't you explain your style.
D: My "style?"
M: Yes, like your clothes, how would you describe the way you dress?
D: Ah...well, to be honest, I don't have much of a "style," I was used to growing up with little money, I mean, my father did spend most of it on alcohol. But, I guess I would say, casual? I just wear some cheap coats and pants.
M: What about the trinkets you have on? Like that skull for example?
D: Well, most of these trinkets are signs of acceptance into guilds. Where I did so many odd jobs over the years, many of the factions began to see me as a, well, a "honorary member" I guess. They gave me some trinkets to prove it. I mean, this glove-gauntlet was a gift from an Izzet mage I helped move some cargo, and these goggles were a present from the Simic for helping me dive down on their missions. Now, the skull you pointed out, is actually from a Gruul clan.
M: The Gruul? But, weren't the Gruul the ones who took your mothers life?
D: Well, yes, but the Gruul are seperated into hundreds of different clans. This clan is known as "Burning Tree" and while they are still strong and respected, they don't really do the large-scale raids that took my mother. At least, they don't do it a lot.
M: Ah, well, what about tattoos? Do you have any?
D: A few. I have one that's modeled after the symbol the Living Guildpact uses on my shoulder, and I have a few Gruul markings along this arm.
M: Hmm, why do you have a tattoo of the Living Guildpact's symbol?
D: I respect him, he creates peace between the guilds, at least more than their was when I grew up.
M: Well. In theme with our previous topic, why don't we look at combat style. Do you use any weapons? Do you rely on magic?
D: I usually use cryomancy for combat, but I also have a staff that I can use in physical combat.
M: Any particular reason you use a staff?
D: Mostly just how I was trained. I took combat lessons from the Gruul and Izzet.
M: Combat lessons from the Izzet?
D: Yeah...believe it or not but some of them are excellent fighters. But anyway, the Gruul used staffs mainly as their weapon of choice, and the Izzet modified my original staff with some tech to channel my ice magic.
M: Handy.
D: Yep.
M: So, now feel free to deny it, but if you don't mind, what is your sexuality?
D: Oh...well.. that was unexpected.
M: Feel free to stay silent.
D: No, its fine. I guess I would have to say Bisexual. I mean, I've never really had any serious romances or really sat down and thought about it, but I don't really care about a persons sex.
M: Fair enough. Now, I want to ask you a question that, based on what you have told me, you may have strong feelings about, is it ok if I ask it?
D: Well, sure, I guess.
M: Ok, have you ever been intoxicated?
D: A few times, twice when I was little, and once when I was older.
M: Really? How did they come about?
D: The first time was a simple accident, my father left his out, and I got my hands on it. I puked for a week.
M: Hm, well, what about the second?
D: The second time was less...cute. My father found out I had taken a drink from his...
M: The first time?
D: Yes.
M: Well, how did he react?
D: He yelled. I remember one moment very clearly, he had me pinned to the floor and was yelling something along the lines of "You want my drink!? Here, have it ALL THEN!" After that, he poured a whole bottle into my mouth and beat me after I swallowed it, telling me "A real man would have spit it back out and hit him."
M: Oh...
D: Yeah...
M: Well...what about the third time?
D: The third time was to celebrate my freedom from my dad. Asimi, Veran, and I all celebrated my escape.
M: Well, sounds like that memory was a happier one!
D: I wish. After just a few drinks...I lost control.
M: What?
D: I slipped into those same actions...I almost really hurt my friends...I...I was a monster...just like him...I vowed to never take a drink again after that day. I didn't want to be like him, I wanted to be someone he would be sick of, someone he would hate as much as I hate him. But after just a few drinks...I became him.
M: NO! I'm sure you gained back control before you hurt your friends!
D: Luckily.
M: Well...with that I think it may be time to begin wrapping up, but just to end on a happier note, do you think you could tell us any quirks you have?
D: ...
M: Durah?
D: Sorry....quirks you said?
M: Yes, if you have any.
D: Well, a big one is my heterochromia, my eyes are different colors.
M: Well, any others?
D: One more...
M: What is it?
D: I count in song...
M: Huh...not what I was expecting to be honest.
D: Yeah...figured we should end lighter.
M: Fair. Well Durah...I think its about time I take my leave, thank you for meeting with me today.
D: Yeah, thanks for listening.
