#itwillfall

ANY LASTING INJURIES FROM COMBAT?

Not any so far, he regenerates quickly.

FIGHTING STYLE? ( BOLD ANY THAT APPLY. )

commander / duelist / honourable / dishonourable / would have others do their fighting / stealthy / long-ranged (situational) / melee / technological  / superhuman abilities / has fought in an illegal tourney  / a lover of fighting / a hater of fighting / cowardly / reckless / uses underhanded tricks / renowned for their skill / trained / untrained / keeps skills secret  / won a battle / lost a battle / ruthless /merciful

yodels

My Tumblr Crushes:

hats-and-snipes (22%)

afremovink (15%)

choream-umbrae (7%)

spacedrinks (6%)

itwillfall (6%)

xdarkpassage (4%)

mercy-for-old-soldiers (3%)

definitely-not-altair (3%)

Damocles flinched, utterly startled by the strange intruder. He practically leaped away from the figure, his blade shooting towards his grip instinctively. The fool king’s crown slid off, and a little fire lit in Damocles’ gut as he resisted reaching for it. Sword extended in an obvious threat, he spoke quickly, “What in the blind bull’s hell are you?!”

When the other moved, Zor’Rak did not see fit to do the some, only the slits of his eyes narrowing on the blade that shot to the man’s hand so that he might properly wield it. Or perhaps ‘properly’ was relative in this case, given the sword has seemed to hang so effortlessly in the air. 

That thought raised more questions than answers.

Already about level with the other’s height, the Voidborne merely stared at him for a moment, pondering over his words. Blind bull’s hell was a phrase he had... yet to hear, though the message was clear enough. Whether that message was welcome or not remained to be seen. A low purr-like noise emanated from deep in his throat, tinged with the hint of a growl at being threatened despite not yet moving from his current position.

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Tagged by - @afremovink (Stinker)

▌FACE CLAIM: Well, I just try to draw him. ▌NAME: Damocles of the Orac Household, Damian Tyrius Rought ▌AGE: 32 ▌HEIGHT: 5′9″ 
▌SPECIES: Human 
▌GENDER: Male 
▌NATIONALITY: Noxian (Grecian features) 
▌BIRTHDAY: June 19th ▌SUN SIGN: Gemini ▌RESIDENCE: Noxus, Orac Estate ▌MARITAL STATUS: Single and not looking (why would you even smh) ▌ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral/Chaotic Evil ▌DRINK: Wine, Broths  ▌FOOD: Veal 
▌DAY OR NIGHT: Day, thats when the gold starts to shine. ▌SNACKS: Doesn’t eat much outside of breakfast and dinner. 
▌SONGS: Anything that sounds like an empire falling. ▌PET : Well... a lot of people I guess? ▌COLOR: Gold, Red, Black, Silver  ▌FLOWER: Angel’s Trumpets ▌SEXUALITY: (Muffled laugh followed by someone screaming) ▌ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: $$$ ▌BODY TYPE:  Lean muscle, a little bit scrawny. ▌EYE COLOR: Light Brown. ▌HAIR COLOR: Black, Dark Brown.

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