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Zacman the Damned

I figured I'd post sommat here, seeing as I've never posted anything... I'll follow Koba's example and post about my in chat OC, Zacman the Damned

I was a drifter, going from place to place, dabbling in various magics, sometimes getting involved in a war or maybe just causing trouble. Eventually, I found haven in becoming a member of the secretive order of Nightblades, the dreaded magic-wielding assassins. I worked for them for a long time, until I had money enough to move on. I drifted away again, but I knew that they would keep tabs on me-as is expected by such an elite order. During one of the many wars I was involved in, I was separated from the force that I was with. I fled into a cavern, and deep below it I met a figure in a black cloak and mask. The enemy soldiers chased me down, and I collapsed from my wounds, begging the stranger for help. He waved his arm, and shadows flew and scortched the flesh from the enemy soldiers. Within minutes, all that was left was dust. I blacked out, and when I awoke I was in a black room, with a gate in front of me. I passed through it, for the first time entering the Daemon Realm, or one of them at least. I encountered a shadow daemon, the source of a shadowmancers power. In the Daemonn realms they were slaves, their names and voices stripped from them. In the mortal realm, the sun burned them. The daemon grabbed me and vanished, and became part of me, gaining a voice and the name I gave it (Which was the orders traditional and highly unimaginitive Oni-Zac) The Shadowmancer who had saved me and given me the power came to me one last time. He gave me a uniform, the black cloak and mask, and informed me that I would have to learn to use my power myself. And so, the Daemon taught me to call upon its power, but what I soon experienced was something I had never been warned of. While I fought, I was overwhelmed, and so I called upon all the power I could from the Daemon, and obliterated the enemy soldiers with my shadow. As the shadow grew, my hands became cold as death, and began to burn. I managed to call back the power as my flesh burned, and I collapsed, burns all across me. I later discovered I had suffered Magical Burnout. Shadowmancy is, for the most part, incompatible with the human form-Unlike Pyrokinesis, for example, which one can learn, Shadowmancy requires the Daemon as the source of power. The Daemon gave me too much power for my mortal body to handle. The end result was losing about 30 years of life force, a small ammount considering most suffer instant death.

And so I freelanced, occasionally meeting up with other shadowmancers, which was never pleasant-I was pushed to assist in their agenda, and so I avoided them. I became a researcher, collecting and examining magical artifacts. One set of artifacts I found were twin swords, one gold and one silver-black. The accursed swords of Night and Day, which made me their wielder, forcing me to kill to escape the all consuming madness they would bring, until Rick broke the curse and I was saved. During the time I was cursed, I trained my shadowmancer abilitys to unsurpassable levels, and also mastered Daemoncraft. I was recruited by divine forces to erradicate Daemons with too much power. One faithful day, after I had slain many Daemon Lords, two of them united their power. I killed one, and much later the other, but they sealed off my power and hid 7 keys I needed to unlock it once more. For a long time I sought out the keys, working once more for the Nightblades, then becoming a freelance swordsman after earning an incredible secret from them. Well, that about brings me to where we are now, plus the Shadowmancers now wanting to KILL ME, because I gave the power to Koba XP

my dragon, my clan

well since i promised mani-chan that i would im going to tell a little about my OC's background and how i came to be a dragon ^^.

i was born into a clan of dragon miesters or dragon trainers. despite thier name tho reather than actually train dragons as pets, they trained along side them as partners. my mother was one of the dragon-miesters and her partner was a chinese sky dragon whose scale glistened with a beautiful sparkle in the moonlight. durng the day its color was a normal green. asa child i nvr saw much of the dragon but when i saw it soar thru the skies i was filled with joy watching it fly, my hopes filled wit the thought of flying alongside it someday. my father had died protecting us from a rival clan when i was three. i couldnt remember much back then but the last i saw of him he ran towards the rivaling armies, blades flashing with his land dragon right at his side. i was kept safe by my mother and her dragon while the battle raged on. afterwards however, i came out the safety of our shelter looking for my father or his dragon. any sign of him really. he was nowhere in sight and the only thing left behind was his soul necklace and his dragons tooth. both my parents fought along dragons but my clan came from diff generations and backgrounds. some of us arent blood related but we all treated each other like family. my mother was a kunaiochi and a healer. my father a former soul reaper capt. i inherited some of his traits and my mother tuaght me what i know now as far as being a ninja goes. after the clan was back to how it was before the battle i bid everyone farewell and tok off on a journey to find my dragon that i would call partner. i had just turned 13 when i came across a dragons cave. of course feeling curious i venutured inside but i only got five step in before i was confronted by three dragons guarding an egg. one was land dragon anotehr was a sky dragon and the third was a was a lnd based dragon with wings. needless to say things irrupted into a battle before i can get a word out

i fougt the elder land based dragon for what seemed like days. fortunatly they were honerable enough to let the fight be one on one. my legs buckled as i grew tired and worn. i looked at the elder dragon as it peered down at me, i was sure that i was done for but rather than killing me the dragon simply snuffed a smal flame from its nose. the fire spread apon me but rather than burning, it filled me with energy. in short it had just accepted me as someoe worth of a battle partner. i had been trained in many things such as the way of the ninja, i learned enough about being a soul reaper to be an effective one, and thx to my mother i was a healer decent enough to be useful not just to myself but to others as well. but one thing that i couldnt be trained in was sychronizing myself with my dragon partner enough to link our minds so that we may "talk". three more years of training i returned to my clan, but i wasnt alone. the three dragons accompanied me and talon, one of my mentors, had put me to the test by training with me. after proving that i had become a good dragon-miester as well as showing that i was able to link myself with them i went to pay a visit o my mother but she wasnt in the vialge anymore. no one knew why but she had left on a travel of her own.

to wrap it up, after getting some gear together i left once again with a new goal. to find my mother and show her ho much i had grown. more recently i had arranged to meet with a contractor dragon now that i was able to speak with them, i wanted to be one with them. this method wasnt used often in my clan nor was it a very god way of linking with one's dragons. to be a dragon-miester all i had to be able to do was to be able o talk and fight alongside my dragon(s) in battle. higher level linking requires not only a strong will but a strong spirit as well for if yu lost control of the power, yu can lose yurself for good.

the ritual for becoming one of them is simple but not without risk: the contractor dragon i meet fuses the dragon DNA with mine by biting into my body (for me it was the arm) and the deeper and longer the bite, the higher the level. a level on conract is a basic one. i grants yu the ability to tun half dragon meaning ears, sight, fangs, wings, and a tail. sometimes depending on the dragon yu my get lucky and come out with a extra attribute such as fire, ice, wind, things like that. but it can only be used when yu are in that form.

level two is taking the form of the dragon. the type of dragon one turns into often differs from person to person and sometimes we tend to also come in diff sizes. however the drawback is it drains yur energy to stay in the form. the longer yu stay in that for the more it drains yu. if yu run out of energy most tend to pass out and not wake for days. me of course being a baka, started off on the level two. on the upside it doubles yur sregth and speed as well as graned mre control overthe attribute yu gain.

level three is the most dangerous one and is nonleggally fobidden in my clan. its the strongest form and not only lets yu take the dragons form, but it make yu become a dragon yurself. the reason it is forbidden however is becuase of the drawbacks. its notonly drains yur life energy the longer yu use it. but if yu get to weak or pass out in that form, the dragns mind may take over yur body. and most who broke the rules never got it back.i once went into this form and payed for it. i lost controll whiel tryin to fuse a armor tech i use with my dragon form. in short things didnt turn out well but in the end i made up for it.

i dont often turn into full dragon nowadays but i did manage to gain more control over it thanks to the ppl that have grown close to me over my travels. someday i will return to my clan and check in on everyone, i made a promis to my friends then that i wont die untill do. but to this very day i opften spend my time going on adventues with the ppl close to me, growing stronger with them and sharing the good times and the bad. but one thing that i have yet to give up on is searching for the mom that i lost years ago. every night i dream of finding her someday. and everyday i strive to make that dream come true...