Post by khytheron on Sept 11, 2008 16:29:56 GMT -8
Name: Khytheron
nickname: Bloodthirster
Age: 18
Race: Human
Appearance: see siggy
Weapon: one massive sword and several knives
Abilities/powers: No powers, but several acquired skills. The skill to remove his mind from the astral plain and thus nullify magic being used against him by being so absorbed with the lust to kill that he can't think. He's also a master swordsman capable of using a sword as big as he is with amasing speed.
personality: He is arrogant and hard-headed. Because of this, people often make the mistake of thinking he's stupid. He hates the weak and anything to do with them. Khytheron doesn't really feel any simpathy or sadness when he kills... he just cuts. Due to a combination of pride and his hate of the week (especially when they challenge him) it doesn't matter how injured he is in a fight, unless he's knocked out or dead the battle of the challenger's life is on their hands.
Backstory:
Khytheron was born in a medical tent of a mercenary camp and, quite litterally, fired his first crossbow before he could walk, or even say 'dadda'. The battle-field was one massive game and he was its budding young rooky. The grown men were terrified of his innocent expression dispite the numerous deaths he had been the direct cause of. Around the age of 7, with the death of the boy's father, all the other mercenaries attempted to kill him... but they failed.
Khytheron fled, gutting anyone who blocked his escape route, anger filling his eyes... only the weak would be so fearful of the strong... and they had driven him out. When he was next found, he was pierced with at least three arrows and several slashes. He regained his health in the greek Alps, where he met a strange hermet and former mercenary. For about two years, that man became the young killer's sparring partner and friend. It was from this man that Khytheron learned how to stop magic from harming him. It was also from this man that he learned to surpass the normal human limits The man's name was Melthas.
Then, after those two grueling years, Khytheron finally bested Melthas, and one his sword, the massive 'sol', named after the greek titan of the sun. With Sol in hand, and the skills of a true warrior in mind, The mercenary set out once more, growing stronger and stronger with each passing battle.
Finally, one day, he came back to the mercenary group he had been born into and gutted them all, every last one. When he awoke the day after, his trainer, Melthas, attempted to kill him for using the skills he passed on for simple revenge. But it was not to be. Even in his arch-angel form, Melthas was felled by his own apprentice.
The years passed, as that dark, blood-stained soul sought out stronger and stronger opponents... until he stopped caring. There was no one strong enough to compare, and neither soldier nor mercenary was willing to oppose him and lay down his/her life for the sake of a name. He began to work in a circus as one of the world's youngest lion tamers... and then he found it, that spark of hope he had been searching for.
A school trip to the zoo had brought several MVA students to see his show. Due to the school's conciderable investments to this particular circus, all of the students got the opportunity to actually meet the performers. These students were all so strong, it was like a group of gods and demons had stepped into the humble mortal tents. It was then that Khytheron knew where he had to go if he wanted a REAL challenge. He had to go to MVA!
I.C. Sample:
Khytheron entered through the Gates of MVA, his black armor glinting in the sunlight, upon his back was sol, and in his heart was glee. Walking down the main-street, he could tell instantly that this was no mear school, but rather a town where the abnormal could live seperate from the average. He could feel the easy tension of the place, and smell the different races and powers.
But what really brought a smile to his face was the set of possible classes. They made clear that it wasn't just the abnormal that came here... it was the super-human.
To say the least, in those first instants, Khytheron smiled with the knowlege that he would fit right in.
nickname: Bloodthirster
Age: 18
Race: Human
Appearance: see siggy
Weapon: one massive sword and several knives
Abilities/powers: No powers, but several acquired skills. The skill to remove his mind from the astral plain and thus nullify magic being used against him by being so absorbed with the lust to kill that he can't think. He's also a master swordsman capable of using a sword as big as he is with amasing speed.
personality: He is arrogant and hard-headed. Because of this, people often make the mistake of thinking he's stupid. He hates the weak and anything to do with them. Khytheron doesn't really feel any simpathy or sadness when he kills... he just cuts. Due to a combination of pride and his hate of the week (especially when they challenge him) it doesn't matter how injured he is in a fight, unless he's knocked out or dead the battle of the challenger's life is on their hands.
Backstory:
Khytheron was born in a medical tent of a mercenary camp and, quite litterally, fired his first crossbow before he could walk, or even say 'dadda'. The battle-field was one massive game and he was its budding young rooky. The grown men were terrified of his innocent expression dispite the numerous deaths he had been the direct cause of. Around the age of 7, with the death of the boy's father, all the other mercenaries attempted to kill him... but they failed.
Khytheron fled, gutting anyone who blocked his escape route, anger filling his eyes... only the weak would be so fearful of the strong... and they had driven him out. When he was next found, he was pierced with at least three arrows and several slashes. He regained his health in the greek Alps, where he met a strange hermet and former mercenary. For about two years, that man became the young killer's sparring partner and friend. It was from this man that Khytheron learned how to stop magic from harming him. It was also from this man that he learned to surpass the normal human limits The man's name was Melthas.
Then, after those two grueling years, Khytheron finally bested Melthas, and one his sword, the massive 'sol', named after the greek titan of the sun. With Sol in hand, and the skills of a true warrior in mind, The mercenary set out once more, growing stronger and stronger with each passing battle.
Finally, one day, he came back to the mercenary group he had been born into and gutted them all, every last one. When he awoke the day after, his trainer, Melthas, attempted to kill him for using the skills he passed on for simple revenge. But it was not to be. Even in his arch-angel form, Melthas was felled by his own apprentice.
The years passed, as that dark, blood-stained soul sought out stronger and stronger opponents... until he stopped caring. There was no one strong enough to compare, and neither soldier nor mercenary was willing to oppose him and lay down his/her life for the sake of a name. He began to work in a circus as one of the world's youngest lion tamers... and then he found it, that spark of hope he had been searching for.
A school trip to the zoo had brought several MVA students to see his show. Due to the school's conciderable investments to this particular circus, all of the students got the opportunity to actually meet the performers. These students were all so strong, it was like a group of gods and demons had stepped into the humble mortal tents. It was then that Khytheron knew where he had to go if he wanted a REAL challenge. He had to go to MVA!
I.C. Sample:
Khytheron entered through the Gates of MVA, his black armor glinting in the sunlight, upon his back was sol, and in his heart was glee. Walking down the main-street, he could tell instantly that this was no mear school, but rather a town where the abnormal could live seperate from the average. He could feel the easy tension of the place, and smell the different races and powers.
But what really brought a smile to his face was the set of possible classes. They made clear that it wasn't just the abnormal that came here... it was the super-human.
To say the least, in those first instants, Khytheron smiled with the knowlege that he would fit right in.