Post by Shikyomaru Clawhand on Nov 11, 2007 21:20:10 GMT -5
Character Name: Shikyomaru Clawhand
Age: Roughly 87 at the time of pre-searing in Ascalon, looks a whole lot younger 26 at most, do to blood magic.
Physical Description: Shikyomaru is a tall imposing figure with extremely pale skin and yellow eyes with slit pupils, his face bears many scars as does the rest of his muscular yet lanky frame, around his lips looks dry as if burned by fire.
Nationality: Ascalonian.
Characters Story: Shikyomaru was always a strong warrior, born long before the searing he was rased by a single mentor who drilled him every day of his life with a sense of Honor and duty. One day he returned to his home to find his master had up and left leaving him nothing but his teachings and a note, “You have lived your entire life under my eye and are ready for the world, remember the path of honor, find the hidden scrolls.”, He had known where the scrolls where, they where protected by the Knighthood of the Silver Gauntlet, a guild of power competing in the ever perpetual Guild Wars.
He traveled the lands seeking to learn what he was able to, he was taken into the teachings of a Necromancer who went by the singular name ‘Crow Finger’ and was educated by him in the dark arts, every day he learned them on the promise, “One day, you will live longer, the dead need remembrance, and you will live as the one to remember them.”, he had embraced the words of Zexr Crowfinger in hopes that when he managed to find the History of his Honorable heritage that he would be able to teach it to as many people as he could.
Years seemed to fly by as he memorized spell and incantation, also seeking to learn mastery of arms, until like his last master, Zexr Crowfinger vanished.
He was taken in by the Knighthood after saving one of there own and lived in peace mastering arms, but all was not well, his Necromancy was visible and the Knighthood disapproved of his path, yet kept him, yet they stifled him to try to keep him down, never letting to the Library.
Years again passed him waiting patently, earning the trust of the Knighthood until rumor came to the land that there was a mighty demon abroad in the world, Naturally the Knighthood of the Silver Gauntlet could not refuse such a challenge of evil and him and seven of the brethren went to hunt the demon, none knowing what lay in store for them.
When they eventually found the Demon, the great Wolf Yoma it stood before them in all its glory, a spirit long angered and embittered in its massive 13 foot tall glory. The Knights and Shikyomaru attacked it furiously battling for days, one bye one the nights getting slain, each in a separate act. Shikyomaru was the last one standing as he fought his arms and blood magic barely sustaining his battle, time seemed too pass as he did battle before he looked over and saw the corpses of his brethren, “Why have you done this?” he demanded from the demon who said unto him, “Eight Warriors, and Eight dishonorable deeds unforgivable, all save one slew children.” He froze for a moment hearing this getting pinned to a tree by the mighty Yoma’s hand, “Your crime is you have forgotten your heritage, yours however is not one sentenced too death.”
Images flashed in his mind of the Yoma and the past, it had once been a lupine creature much like a Werewolf without the craze, wandering the world fighting and teaching the code of honor of its people, the vision recounted the creatures people being destroyed, killed as monsters and it dieing off in the end of the war as well. It however had so much unrest being the last of its kind, watching, knowing that it was the last creature who held there ways and so it had reached into its will and forced itself away from passing on and lingered as a ghost watching as its people faded out of existence. It refused the call to the underworld for so many eons and eventually its will manifested it a lupine form, twisted by regret and rage and eons of pain, it watching over warriors killing those who acted in unforgivable dishonor, being titled demon and drawing the Knights over.
The vision was over in a snap, his eyes open staring into the creatures yellow slit eyes, “You, for forgetting your heritage I sentence you too protect the ways of honor and carry on the ways of your first heritage as a guardian of honor, the last teachings of my kind. From me you will learn your own heritage as well Necromancer.”
He saw the Yoma bleeding, him standing in a Catacomb, trying to escape black blood flowing in from all sides, the sensation of drowning overtook him, he blacked out.
When he awoke the Yoma was gone, he looked down and his skin which had already been pale was totally white, his fingers where clawed and he felt broken in body and magic, the creature had thrown him off of his power axis entirely.
He found his way out of the Catacombs stumbling and slowly regaining some measure of strength to walk, what he emerged to however was a slightly different land then he had originally remembered, No one was the same, the Guild Wars had ended.
He knew what he had to do, he had to fulfill his sentence, with the powers of the Lord Grenth he set out to try and fill his goals.
When he emerged he was met by a Little Girl named Gwen who led him to Ascalon City where he began retraining his abilities.
Other Character Names: Hanabi the Xiti.
Codeword 1: <APPROVED>
Codeword 2: <APPROVED>
Age: Roughly 87 at the time of pre-searing in Ascalon, looks a whole lot younger 26 at most, do to blood magic.
Physical Description: Shikyomaru is a tall imposing figure with extremely pale skin and yellow eyes with slit pupils, his face bears many scars as does the rest of his muscular yet lanky frame, around his lips looks dry as if burned by fire.
Nationality: Ascalonian.
Characters Story: Shikyomaru was always a strong warrior, born long before the searing he was rased by a single mentor who drilled him every day of his life with a sense of Honor and duty. One day he returned to his home to find his master had up and left leaving him nothing but his teachings and a note, “You have lived your entire life under my eye and are ready for the world, remember the path of honor, find the hidden scrolls.”, He had known where the scrolls where, they where protected by the Knighthood of the Silver Gauntlet, a guild of power competing in the ever perpetual Guild Wars.
He traveled the lands seeking to learn what he was able to, he was taken into the teachings of a Necromancer who went by the singular name ‘Crow Finger’ and was educated by him in the dark arts, every day he learned them on the promise, “One day, you will live longer, the dead need remembrance, and you will live as the one to remember them.”, he had embraced the words of Zexr Crowfinger in hopes that when he managed to find the History of his Honorable heritage that he would be able to teach it to as many people as he could.
Years seemed to fly by as he memorized spell and incantation, also seeking to learn mastery of arms, until like his last master, Zexr Crowfinger vanished.
He was taken in by the Knighthood after saving one of there own and lived in peace mastering arms, but all was not well, his Necromancy was visible and the Knighthood disapproved of his path, yet kept him, yet they stifled him to try to keep him down, never letting to the Library.
Years again passed him waiting patently, earning the trust of the Knighthood until rumor came to the land that there was a mighty demon abroad in the world, Naturally the Knighthood of the Silver Gauntlet could not refuse such a challenge of evil and him and seven of the brethren went to hunt the demon, none knowing what lay in store for them.
When they eventually found the Demon, the great Wolf Yoma it stood before them in all its glory, a spirit long angered and embittered in its massive 13 foot tall glory. The Knights and Shikyomaru attacked it furiously battling for days, one bye one the nights getting slain, each in a separate act. Shikyomaru was the last one standing as he fought his arms and blood magic barely sustaining his battle, time seemed too pass as he did battle before he looked over and saw the corpses of his brethren, “Why have you done this?” he demanded from the demon who said unto him, “Eight Warriors, and Eight dishonorable deeds unforgivable, all save one slew children.” He froze for a moment hearing this getting pinned to a tree by the mighty Yoma’s hand, “Your crime is you have forgotten your heritage, yours however is not one sentenced too death.”
Images flashed in his mind of the Yoma and the past, it had once been a lupine creature much like a Werewolf without the craze, wandering the world fighting and teaching the code of honor of its people, the vision recounted the creatures people being destroyed, killed as monsters and it dieing off in the end of the war as well. It however had so much unrest being the last of its kind, watching, knowing that it was the last creature who held there ways and so it had reached into its will and forced itself away from passing on and lingered as a ghost watching as its people faded out of existence. It refused the call to the underworld for so many eons and eventually its will manifested it a lupine form, twisted by regret and rage and eons of pain, it watching over warriors killing those who acted in unforgivable dishonor, being titled demon and drawing the Knights over.
The vision was over in a snap, his eyes open staring into the creatures yellow slit eyes, “You, for forgetting your heritage I sentence you too protect the ways of honor and carry on the ways of your first heritage as a guardian of honor, the last teachings of my kind. From me you will learn your own heritage as well Necromancer.”
He saw the Yoma bleeding, him standing in a Catacomb, trying to escape black blood flowing in from all sides, the sensation of drowning overtook him, he blacked out.
When he awoke the Yoma was gone, he looked down and his skin which had already been pale was totally white, his fingers where clawed and he felt broken in body and magic, the creature had thrown him off of his power axis entirely.
He found his way out of the Catacombs stumbling and slowly regaining some measure of strength to walk, what he emerged to however was a slightly different land then he had originally remembered, No one was the same, the Guild Wars had ended.
He knew what he had to do, he had to fulfill his sentence, with the powers of the Lord Grenth he set out to try and fill his goals.
When he emerged he was met by a Little Girl named Gwen who led him to Ascalon City where he began retraining his abilities.
Other Character Names: Hanabi the Xiti.
Codeword 1: <APPROVED>
Codeword 2: <APPROVED>