Darus "Spade-Eye" Godd

Lore, Pre-fall of Barbossa:
Darus Godd, son of Benedict Godd (Beekay), was the first born bastard of his father. Benedict was a great man, he did many deeds to support barbossa's future. From his deeds, he became wealthy, for a short time he was even running the Decapitator Pirate Mafia. Darus was not the same man his father was. Darus grew up having everything handed to him, he never worked. His favourite things were gambling, drinking spiced rum, betting and spending his father's hard earned money. Despite this, he learned the sleight of hand due to the amount of time he spent with cards in his hand, this ment he was able to cheat and manipulate his winnings in poker and blackjack. By the time he was 19 he was able to sustain himself on his winnings through gambling and betting, so much so that he had put nearly every casino in Eldham out of buisness. He soon became bored of his life-style, not enough action, and with his years going away so quickly. He needed excitement, he needed danger, he needed blood to feed his animal instincts. He went back to his home where he decided to Garrison in the Barbossan state, The old isle. This is where i learned how to fight, i adapted my skills of the sleight of hand to the way of the dagger making me a force to be reckoned with, having a dagger in both of my sleeves at all times and having others scattered around myself. I left The Old Isles garrison after 4 years in search of the mystical, Captain Bloodbeard. I wanted to join him and his pirate fleet called the black crew. I came to the black port after an arduous journey at sea. We met, his sword drawn at my neck. I was able to slip a dagger out of my sleeve and disarm him. I explained my reason for coming there and he began to respect me. I became a member of the crew, mainly pirating in areas such as Simulami, getting many great bounties, although i was not in it for the gold but for the glory. 4 Years of pirating later and i recieved a letter from the Decapitator Pirate Mafia. " Dear Darus, Your father has been poisined and killed during a conference with the other members of the mafia". This ment that i had to return home and fulfil my fathers position as head of the mafia. I met with the other members of the mafia, at first they saw me as unworthy of fulfilling my fathers position, that i was too use to spending money and didnt have enough combat experience. I talked alone with the temporary leader of the mafia who was also my uncle, Block Fjell. We disccussed the assasination of my father, they told me that they had clothing and a badge on their shoulder resembling one from a simulami bounty hunter. It was agreed that a man from simulami had done this act. Now and forever, i spend my time ravaging the houses of simulami, raiding and bounty hunting the people that chose to live in the land of bloody water's.

How he got the name " Spade-Eye":
"When i was 16, It all began when i bet too much in a game of poker, i didnt have the money to pay back if i lost but i was one card away from a jack high flush of spades. The dealer drew the next card... A spade! I continued to put more in than i already had in my pocket meaning i would go into likely thousands in dept. I reveiled first, looking cocky and ready to win until my opposition showed. He had an ace of spades, beating my jack. I stated that i didnt have the money to pay him back and he responded saying " If you cant pay with cash, then your eye will have to do". The other men on the table held me down as my opposition carved out my right eye. And forever i am known as spade eye." - Darus Godd

Post-fall of Barbossa:
Darus Godd was there the day the Barbossan state fell he was slain by whilst fighting a legionary along the walls of the Isle of Krakens. There his body lay, rotting and crumbling. A week later Darus awoke, he felt ill in his veins, he coughed up blood that seemed darker than usual. He was chained to a stone slab surrounded by a pool of blood, there was little light other than the soulfire shandalier hanging above his head. A hunched humanoid creature emerged from the shadows surrounding Darus. It spoke to him in an old sacred type voice " Hello boy" it took a short pause before then saying " Youve been sleeping for over 2 years, I knew this day wouldve come". Darus looked at him confused, the last thing he could remember was the sword slashing him across his ribcage ending his memory. "I suppose it you might have questions" the strange figure said. " yes" Darus replied with a shaky tone. The figue began " At the dusk of the battle at the Isle of Krakens, i looked over the dead bodies, finding a worthy subject to become apart of my blood", "What are you talking about?" Darus replied. " I chose you boy, strong, smart and charismatic. I believed you would be a fine one to turn", the man stated as he edged closer, his footsteps making ripples in the pool of blood. Darus tensed up, shaking pathetically rattling the chains restricting him to the stone slab that he lay upon and asked " turn into what?". The figure moved into the light revealing his pale face, black cloak revealing his body and reddish purle eyes staring down, " A vampire" he replied revealing his elongated canine teeth. The vampire continued saying " after i picked your dead body up from the ground and retrieved you here, i used the blood of my previous victims to heal you, i ressurected you, and now i must turn you" he leaned over darus and took a swift bite into his neck, the blood pooring out of his juggular and spraying onto the vampires face as he sucked on the wound. Darus screamed and then fainted in shock. In the next few days he would wake in periods of vomiting blood, nausia and insomnia before going back to sleep. A week later, darus godd would awake in a hole somewhere, he had no ideas what his new capabilites would be now that he was a vampire. over the coming weeks Darus went insane with cursed vissions and turned him somewhat psycopathic, surving only by raiding and killing. Today, After living with the curse for 3 months he is more civilised whilst he still fights the urge to flay and drink the blood of others he tries to fit in among others only surviving through shere will and the determination to kill the vampire that brought the curse upon him.

A year has passed and the great Night Haunter has not been seen, legend says that he moved east in search of his rightfull blood but was slain by Citizen of Geraria, Malus Sanguisus.