Prince Dastan of Persia

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| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |

.:Name:. Prince Dastan of Persia
.:Nick Name:. Dastan, Das, 3rd Prince, Freerunning Lunatic
.:Affiliation:. Hero
.:Status:. Royal, 3rd Prince of Persian Empire

| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |

.:Physical Appearance:. Dark haired, very strong, and ready pretty much for anything. Dastans eyes are light green and peiercing. His hair, dirty brown and to his shoulderblades and loose most of the time, if not longer. His build is strong, He works out daily, as he is a captain in his fathers army. He dresses mostly in dark leather armor that is tight to the skin, yet very light. Sometimes when duty calls for it he wears a brown cloak with hood that covers his face and when the sun is just right, makes it look like he has an eagles beak.
.:Height:. 6’4"
.:Portrayed by:. Jake Gyllenhaal

| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |

.:Personality:. Dastan is loyal to his father and brothers first and formost. After using the Dagger of Time and rewinding time backwards by several weeks; long enough to reveal his uncles treachery. Dastan was known for his exploits as defeating those that tried to be treacherous to his family. He is regarded as a strong willed princeling, with no eyes on the throne. He is somewhat arrogant, and does not follow orders to the letter. However, the protection of his brothers and father come first to his mind. Dastan is not afraid to get his hands dirty to get the job done, even if it means sneaking and breaking his orders to do the job. His rule of thumb. If you want something done right, do it yourself.
.:Strengths:. Freerunning, Swordskills, Minor spellcraft {Apprentice level; mostly healing and conjuration based spells}
.:Weaknesses:. Drink, betting games, loose women, Ostrich Racing

| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |

.:Birthplace:. Alamut, Persian Empire, 1696
.:Family:. Birth family unknown, adopted by the Persian Emporer Sharaman as his third son off the streets. His two elder brothers, Tus, and Garsiv both regard him as a full blodded brother even though adopted. Due to the location of the Persian Empire, Dastan was not affected by the curse.
.:Occupation:. 3rd Prince of Persia
.:History:. Born somewhere in the ancient Persian city of Alamut, Dastan’s parents were seemingly slain while he was still an infant, taken by bandits to Navrat, the captial city of the Persian Empire, Dastan grew up on the streets, befriending a young boy like himself named Bis. At the age of seven, Dastan stopped a captain of the Emporers guard from hurting Bis, and the two freeran through the market place to get to safety only to have Dastan caught, he could have lost his arm were it not for the king himself to arrive on the scene. After brief words withh the king, in which he was asked of his parents, and then of his name. Dastan was adopted into the royal family on the spot.

15 years later and Alamut was attacked by the Persian army, after their victory, the king, Sharaman was slain presumably by Dastan, who fled with Princess Tamina, using the Dagger of Time. Prince Dastan managed to return things to the way they were to truly be.

However; the Dagger of Time that Dastan possesses, is only able to turn back time up to a minute, this function is only workable within the boundaries of the Perisan Empire itself, outside of the Persian Empire the Dagger of Time functions as an ornate dagger with a very sharp edge.

| ~ • ~ | Sample Post | ~ • ~ |

Persian Empire; 1723 Early May
City of Alamut

"You sent for me Father ?" Dastan said as he stepped into the vast throne room of Alamut; ever since becoming allies and strong friendship with the city, the King Shareman had pretty much been given the palace of Alamut as a second home.

"That I did." His father replied, beckoning his third son to walk with him along the balcony Shareman explained "Two years ago Tus went on a journey to find allies in our war with the Ottoman empire. When he did not return after a year, Garsiv went after him, taking the same route as Tus. Leaving notice of where he was, where he stayed, everything. Now he too is missing."

"Where were they going ?" Dastan asked. He fingered the dagger on his belt, Tamina had given it to him.

"Tus sent back something before he left the ancient city of Constantinople, Garsiv confirmed it." Shareman replied, Dastan raised an eyebrow. "Your brother Tus, was going to the far north, looking for allies, and possibly another wife most likely. In Constantinople he heard rumor of a powerful ice sorceress living in the far north. So he took his caravan and went in that direction." Shareman took out a letter written by Tus. Dastan read it over.

"He found a portal. According to this he disappeared into it, and never came out. Garsiv found the same portal and also went through. Where did they go ?"

"Through time. You have had those dreams recently yes ?"

"Of having a sister or a brother through blood, yes, why ?"

"It is possible that is where your family is. Go to that portal, find your brothers, bring them home. Find your family." Shareman said.

Dastan left the palace and went under the city. Ever since the dagger pierced the sandglass, Dastan had been seemingly cursed with visions of the future, Technology he had never seen before. Once or twice a dream or vision of a woman in pale blue and bright hair. But he never got a clear look at her. Another vision of a kingdom buried in snow, its monarch missing. He briefly saw Tus in a prison with ice on the windows, Garsiv acting as a soldier trying to free Tus. Clothing Dastan felt oddly familiar with. It was very confusing. Blinking his eyes he saw another vision; this one of a town, ringed by ice. But nothing was unclimbable to him.

It was time to travel.

October: 2014
Outside Storybrooke
Ice wall


OK, that was a tall wall. But nothing was unclimbable. Dastan parked the F450 he’d bought using the platnum dollars from Persia. He’d traded the ancient coinds for nearly seven hundred million in cash of whatever country this was. Following his visions. Parking the truck he made sure it wouldn’t get stolen before going through his gear.

Twin longswords. Check. Two dozen throwing knives. Check. Leather armor under the tunic, check. Boundbow The thought of item caused it suddenly flicker into view before he disspelled it. Check, boundswords. once again the thought of weapons appeared in his hands. The gohostly Persian blades flickered into view into his hands, he span them briefly before dispelling them. Check. He checked down his vambraces that covered both arms. Everything was set. He hid the truck carefully in the brush and bushes to ensure it could not get stolen. And then ran up the wall to the first crevice and began climbing up. Finding his way into a tunnel he followed it, sliding under low arches, easily gliding over low obsticles until coming to a large room with a single round hole in the wall. The other end of the tunnel

Stepping outside for once after what felt like days inside the ice. He stopped however when something caught his eye, briefly seeing a memory, a vision of a snowflake he’d never seen before. Or had he ? He bent down and picked up a shard of ice. The snowflake was emblazoned upon it. He thought of two names. Tus and Garsiv. That exact snowflake framed his brother Tus’ cell window in his vision!

All he had to do now, was find the owner of that snowflake pattern. Making a mental note of where he parked his truck. He’d been in this time for nearly a week before finding the ice wall. He did not have his Black Persian Stallion, nor the truck, so he’d have to walk it. So, there goes nothing!

He headed for town. He found the frozen sign "Storybrooke.... weird name for a town. All the locals outside the ringwall called it Storey. Interesting." He walked on. Keeping off the road and to the trees. Moving ever deeper into town.

[Storybrooke]