Roland Demox
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Fighting Information
Name: Demox
Realm: Shaolin
Fighting Since: Febuary 2008
Prefered Fighting Style: Sword and Board, Ball and Wall, Red, Archery
Race: Half Orc
Unit:Black Company
Rank:Petitioner
Events Attended
2008 Wolfpack Opener, Spring Wars, Armageddon, Loderia Mini, Oktoberfest, Mux Mayhem,
2009 Wolfpack Opener, Spring Wars, Armageddon, Ragnarok XXIV, Oktoberfest,
2010 Olympics, Ragnorok XXV, Oktoberfest
2011 Mux Mayhem,Olympics, Ragnorok XXVI, Oktoberfest
Mundane Information
Name: Keaton C. Schoenecker
Age: 22
D.O.B.: April 22, 1989
Current City:Aurora, IL
Hometown: Boulder Hill, IL
Personal History
Born Keaton C. Schoenecker in Hinsdale Illinois Demox moved with his parents to Boulder Hill in Montgomery Illinois when he was very little. Demox has been fighting since February of 2008 when he was brought into this sport. It has been a fun ride, and coming up on one full year of fighting it is only going to get better.
Wow, its been over 3 years fighting now. After finding a family within the Black Company, Demox looks back and can see how far he has come, and yet he has so much farther to go and so much yet to learn
Character History
Informal Introductions
Demox was drinking in a local tavern. While enjoying his fine mead a sound caught his ear, it was a most annoying sound, almost drove Demox to stab his own ear . He soon realized that this was no sound, it was a voice. He scans the room and finds the voices owner, a man sat at the bar holding a small guitar, he was obviously a bard telling some boring story. Demox shrugged off the voice annoying tho it may be, it was early in the night after all, perhaps more mead must be drank to drown out the annoying mans voice. As he drank tho Demox did not grow used to the mans voice instead he become even more annoyed. Less now due to the womanly pitch but now for the fact that it never stopped. The man refused to stop telling his story, and it dragged on like this for several hours. Until finally Demox slammed his fist out and called from across the room.
“Skai! Sharku moves lips too much, dey should stay closed now!”
The entire tavern was silent, Demox is smaller than his pure bred cousins however comparative to the human realm Demox is a large intimidating creature. The man at the bar rose, he began staring at the half-orc, still sitting in his chair, against most normal judgment instead of becoming silent as most sane, rational men would do when barked at by a descendant of the orcs, the man barked back.
“Imagine that, a filthy crossbreed that needs manners.....and a shower!”
Demox rose quickly with the mans retort, and began to walk towards the man. Whilst saying,
“Sharku be fool, Demox send to de burzum. Filthy pushdug”
“I'm not the one who hasn't taken a bath in a few days. Filthy? I hardly think so.”
“Pinky stink,pinky stink of fear agh weakness, Foolish be pinky dat think he better dan orc.”
At this time Demox had crossed the room, he was standing directly in front of the annoying man, all others had cleared an area around him fearing Demox's size. Bard then says,
“I don’t need to worry about orcs, all I see is some stumbling crossbreed, too weak to be an orc, too stupid to be a human.”
That was all Demox needed to hear, he cocked back a fist and struck the man in the forehead just above the bridge of the nose. The entire tavern went silent, mostly because nobody could believe the annoying man was STILL talking. Whilst clenching his head and bent over a stool in pain the man was still saying,
“Here we go with the manners issue again....did your mom teach you anything? I guess you need a lesson”
With that bard grabbed the stool and swung it, connecting with Demox's temple and knocking the half-orc back a few steps. The man was on him, throwing punches that all kept landing until Demox became aggravated and grasped the man by the throat, lifting the man off his feet and throwing him back against a wall. He started to stand to Demox's amazement, this was more of an chore than he had originally hoped for and was becoming bored with this game. As Demox began advancing the man rose and it seemed as tho the scuffle would continue until the guard burst through the doors, 2 men easily subdued the man while it took close to 4 men to hold Demox down long enough for a 5th to shackle his wrists and ankles. They were both pulled to their feet and dragged out of the tavern and thrown into prison wagon. For awhile they both sat in silence, neither wished really to speak with the other. Until finally the man whispered,
“I’ve got a plan to get out”
“Silence pink one, Me no want hear you voice”
“Demox likes to eat, yes? Well Demox can get a good meal with a full pig if he shuts his damn mouth and lets the big people do the talking.”
“HAR, You no big, you be small pink heart”
“Small pink heart still has large brains, think you can kick in that door?”
“Aye”
With that bard pulled a lock pick from his boot, apparently this man was full of tricks after all, he silently removed his shackles so as not to alert the guard and then began working on Demox's. Once he was finished the man said,
“Ok now take care of the door, and remember brute, tuck and roll.”
Demox kicks in the door and they both jump out, before the guard can have a chance to react or attempt to stop the wagon the two tear off down a back alley. They dipped in and out of back streets and alleys until they reached the market where the man grabbed 2 cloaks, threw one over Demox and then over himself and with hoods up the two simply melded into the crowd. After they became clear of the danger the two stopped,
“Well that was exhilarating, i'm Azghareta. They call me Bard”
Contact Info
Email: schoene07@gmail.com; demoxofblackcompany@gmail.com
Skype:demoxbelbugbear
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