#oc 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.

Day Seven: Time to go ‘Home’

Nadia had gone down to the cell to check on Sōsuke. She more than the others had grown… attached to the dark skinned elven sorcerer. From his random patches of glittering bronze dragon scales that always seemed to draw her attention to his need to hoard knowledge, it could be useless the man wouldn’t care, and stories about the adorable pseudodragon he took care of. His ‘little sister’. 

Everything about the fellow Ravnican simply fascinated her. 

This would ultimately lead to her downfall and quite possibly the plane’s. 

Another Planeswalker going by Ral had warned her and the party to be careful when dealing with Sōsuke. He was chaotic at the best of times, could be easily distracted given the right trigger, and very charismatic. Advice: go get smitten with someone else because he’ll lead to heartbreak. 

But even Ral was unsure of what had made his friend attack those he was paid to guide. The League would more than certainly send someone to investigate the matter. All the storm mage knew is that the last time he had talked to Sōsuke, and a handful of other Planeswalkers, was that he had been complaining of headaches and didn't remember anything about the last plane he had visited. So he had advised Sōsuke to lay down for a bit and get some rest thinking the headaches were from either dehydration or being tired. He knew the dark elf pushed himself too far sometimes and would go days without sleeping. 

Nevertheless, Nadia walked down the stairs that lead to the cell. He had been given paper and pencil to write with but he had written in a language that no one in the party could read or translate. Eventually they had stopped giving it to him. 

But then smelled something like copper. She looked around and saw the paper. Blood on the paper and pencil. She looked closer. 

No… not it wasn’t blood. It was…

…some sort of oil? She’d look more closely at it and dip a finger into it. Maybe it was some sort of machinery he had…?

A cold shiver would wash over her. “Sōsuke…?” The small rogue called out to him.  

“Nadia.” The voice that called her name shocked her slightly. It sounded normal but at the same time… it had what sounded to be a metallic undertone. “Come, come… please.”

She tried to find him in the darkness. Then there he was. He was in a tailor sitting position (cross legged) in a corner. When he opened his red eyes they seemed to glow and stand out in the dark. Dark elves could see better in the dark… so maybe that was an effect of it?

“I can’t. I'm not even really supposed to be down here.”

“Then why are you here?” “I--”

He’d cut her off. “I need your help Nadia.” He stood and would start to walk over to the bars of the cell. He had on his normal attire but didn’t have his jacket on. In its place was a sleeveless shirt. 

“I can’t.” She’d reply with a sad tone. Sōsuke would reach a clawed hand out to her through the bars, pushing up the dimensional shackles as far as they could go so he could better reach out to her. 

“It’s so static here. Boring. Maybe you can come in and help with that.” He’d smirk. “Just take these shackles off so I can move around better. This has all been one big mistake.”

“Sōsuke… I…” Nadia knew she shouldn’t get closer but something compelled her to. This was Sōsuke. He was her friend. He wouldn’t hurt her. 

Nadia then stepped closer and removed the shackles from his wrists. The dark elf smiled. “Thank you Nadia. I’ll come and get you to repay you. I promise.” He’d lean to kiss her but backed away at the last minute with a smirk on his face. 

And with the shackles removed the elf was gone in  a cloud of black smoke and spiders that soon disappeared. 

He’d appear on New Phyrexia moments later before Elesh Norn with a warm smile, as if looking at a cherished parent, as he’d fall to one knee. “I’m here to spread the word of our greatness to the other planes.”

“Of course you are, My Conductor.”

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[Feel free to add any notes/suggestions below]

Notes from Usurper (Owner):

His alignment is Chaotic Neutral. (It hasn’t been revealed to me if compleation shifted his alignment)

He falls on Red and Green on the colour wheel.

He is on friendly terms with the three Ravnican planeswalkers. He is most friendly with Ral, being more along the lines of a bromance, hoping for more though.

Notes from Riv (DM):

After complaining of headaches Ral told him to get some rest, not knowing what was actually going on… yet.

He was mentally compleated a week after infection with Phyresis (Based on constitution saving throws). As far as we know he is the only one, planeswalker and not, to have lasted this long. Once imprisoned and isolated it became harder for him to fight (DC on saving throws became much harder as he was very socially oriented and doesn’t like being alone). 

He was completely physically completed two days later.

Clawed hands: Fingertips to second knuckle are a metallic bronze metal. Glistening oil can be seen dripping from them when he wants it to. Mostly from the left.

His voice has a metallic undertone. (Sounds like this, but this isn’t him it’s Jace)

After being physically completed:

The entirety of his left arm, fingers up to his shoulder, is completely cyber. The right looks like this: Click. The fingertips stil have that clawed appearance. 

All of his scales are now made of a bronze metal.

There are several metal tendrils, about 0.4 cm in diameter, weaved throughout his hair. 

His facial tattoos now look like a very dimly lit LED strip. These tattoos do extend down to his hip in a type of lightning strike pattern and have the same LED effect now.

He was given a sort of third eyelid to negate his light sensitivity. “Sunglasses but on your eyes.”

His wings, when manifested, are now made of a sheet like light weight metal. 

When not manifested his wings are shown as tattoos on his back. They also have a metallic design.

Most of the metal now implanted into him is a bronze alloy to have him better conduct lightning (electricity).

Character Design:

Pre Compleation Character Design (Art by: Lunnarcia)