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Rise of a Weak Leader
Topic Started: Jun 27 2009, 07:57 AM (203 Views)
Shado-Chan
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Ok, this is actually a backstory for a character that's going to be in a Strategy RPG another forum I go to is making. You don't really need to know the story of the game to understand what's going on. I'm posting it here because I consider it one of the best things I've written in a while. :P

This character, Dain Ranif, is the Leader of the Others, the "Gekkostate" (if you will,) of our game.

EDIT: Oops, should of explained that "strange music" is classical music. His personality was partially made by our Head of Story, so yeah. I didn't think I needed to mention it on that forum. :P

Rise of a Weak Leader

Dain Ranif was the only son of a drunk for a father and a mentally disabled mother, who barely understood even the simple things in life. Beaten each day of his life, with the scars on his back to prove it, he grew up quiet and lonesome. A child whom you could never imagine something big from, that's what he was. Sitting alone, sitting silent, always reading a book and listening to his strange music, the other children would say when you asked them about Dain.

To Dain, the books let him escape his dark, painful life, to ones of fantasy and adventure, magic and lore. They allowed him to dream, to be... happy. Though he could never really feel the warm emotion. But the child loved to enter his fantasy world, where he could be strong, not weak, courageous, not afraid.

And then the Undead came.

And the dark sides of his fantasies became realities.

The ones where he was forced to be strong. Forced to not run away. Forced to be what he feared.

A hero.

But he was always too afraid. Even today, he is still afraid.

Dain was twelve when the Undead first attacked him. It wasn't unknown for them to attack people, but only in the night, and in the forest of his little town, where everyone was strictly forbidden to enter. Unless, of course, they wanted to toy with their lives. Never did the Undead attack in the sunlight, but the boy Dain was quick to his instincts and ran to wherever he could in his seemingly tiny school, as if he had done this several times before. Not even taking a peek at the small pack, at most 3, of Undead quickly chasing after him. With nowhere else to hide, Dain hid under a covered desk, fearing for his life.

When he heard a pause in the action, the boy took a look from his little hideaway, to find his class. Dead. Wanting to scream, he was cut short by hand covering his mouth, and was too afraid to even see who it was. Frozen in fear, what seemed like hours passed and he was allowed to break free from his mysterious savior. He looked up to find a man, *insert description of Old leader of the Others here* looking down on him.

"So you're the only one left, eh?"
"..."
Too afraid to even speak.
The man laughed.
"What, afraid of my looks?"
"..."
"Come on, say something!"
Still a pause.
"Whatever, come on kid, they're gonna come back if we linger too long. My group and I managed to get rid of two, but one of them's still chewing on our heads. Let's get out of here."
To this, Dain obeyed.
But as they opened the door to the classroom, they were greeted with a man.
With a hole in his chest, and the final Undead behind him as he fell to the ground.
And to this, Dain was allowed to scream, and passed out.

Later, he woke up, only to find the man looking at him in amazement and the Undead destroyed.
"Kid, what the hell are you?"
Dain looked at his hands, they were steaming, and then he looked at the fire that he assumed he left behind, shocked.

His fantasies? Frighteningly Now realities.

"Hey, kid, you have a name?"
And now, he finally spoke.
"Dain. Dain Ranif." His voice quiet and shy.
"I could use you..." The man muttered. "I have a question for you."
"Yes?"
"Do you want to see this again?"
Dain looked around, finding his classmates, his teachers, the man, all dead. He quickly shook his head. The man grinned.
"Thought so," He said, and gave Dain and outstretched hand as he stood up.
"Join my group. We need someone like you."
And Dain grabbed the hand, and let go of his harsh reality, and entered his fantasy world.

Years later, Dain is now the leader of the Others. A strong leader, however still afraid of the onslaughts of Undead he encounters. Learning to control his magical powers, and mastering the art of the sword, he is an integral member of the group. He has let go of his childhood, minus the day he will never forget. He no longer sits alone. No longer is he quiet.

But, there is one thing that's still with him.

His imagination.

It's the only thing that will get him through the fights he screams through.
Edited by Shado-Chan, Jun 27 2009, 07:58 AM.
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He fights with IMAGINAAATIOOOONNNN!
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Pretty cool. =D

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And then the Undead came.

The first time I read that, I misread it as, "Re-dead", and I just laughed. xDD
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