Sirius
Age-36
Height-6' 4"
Weight 220 pounds
Title- Unseeing Blade

It started in Frostfall. He ran. From what he did not know. He was in danger.

Sirius sat bolt upright in bed, sweating. He knew that dream. He had been having it for yetis now. Ever since the pox came. He lived in a far off village called Redthorne in the land of Corone, then it came. A disease not seen by the elders. It riddles the skin with bumps, they called it the Scarecrow's Fever because seemingly. It came from the hay, and the grain, and the cotton. It could not be controlled. Yet out it came.

Sirius had loving parents, they made good money and got good food. They trained him in the way of the sword. He was able to learn well. He had two swords. Identical in nature. But they were not the usual steel swords of the usual brand. These are. Different. They both had a disc. Divided in half with gold and black. Some day thy turned all gold and some all black. The disks floated about an inch above the blade in a depression. No real helpfulness in them. They were just thre. He did no know where he i the swords. He just had them. And he knew how to fight. That was sighing. He was offered places in the millitary. He never took them. He always wanted to get something substantial. Something that proves his parents death as not natural. But something te him that was not what he wanted. He wanted to learn. Learn the secrets. Blaze the trails of the world. So he did. At the age of 16 he left his home and set out for the world. Traveling far and wide. He carried some water a few scrolls a book a quill and Ono and his swords and he had the clothes on his back. But he knew. He would live. He kept going. He gathered books. Journals. Things not known to most. He became known as the Archivist. A walking talking library overall. But time wore on. He could not explore anymore. He had collected it all. He had named evey beast. Created evey manuscript in perfect ways. Yet he wanted to do something. He looked one day at his blades in a rather sour way. The discs were changing black. But as he saw a boy telling jokes near his seat in the tavern the gold on them won ive a little. He knew it was equal. A share of his soul, his blade shifted with him. He titled himself the Equnoxian Blade. He travels. Fighting. Challenging. Training. Neve stopping for more than a night. He slew many and cared nothing. His determination to see everything looked over that. Butbaftrnone day when he had driven his blade clean through an enemy's heart he knew one thing. Power. He wanted it. But he had to limit himself. He did not want corruption. He wanted recognition. The fact that h woudld be sen. As he is. Not as a gladiator. So it went it came it waned it waxed. He worked himself into a shell of power and people. He got daily gifts and the works. He had lost of koney but yet. All riches go to rags one day to another. And he did. He lost everything when another champion took no down but refused to take his life. No matte how much Sirius asked him to kill him. Yet he lived through this. He burned his history in the Door. He kept on going. Letting his money go behind him. He had only his swords and the clothes on his back. Along with the few scrolls he had kept. So he wanders again. Finding more knowledge and honing his skill to face down Krausus, The Fire Magus, who burned his eyes. He used only sound now and wore a blindfold around those dead eyes. To conceal the pain behind him.

Personality-Being a warrior he was hard. He was shaped by his fees and his faith. He tends to speak so that all may hear. And with command. He is not fond of anyone who defies him in obvious ways. He admires thieves in their ways of silence and mages for strength in magic but dislike most other warriors for the fact that they have no mettle to him.

Belongings
His swords-Steel/Leather
His clothes-Cotton cloth with a leather coat with some pockets for books and chains for scrolls.
His Wolf, Lurad, black wolf about 4 feet tall and 6 feet long. He faithfully follows his master.
A fherret named Shade, he loves to curl around Arron's neck and shoulders. He is about 1 and 1/2 feet long. He loves fruit and cutlets of mouse for food. He's a little under 1 year old.

Strengths-

Swordsmanship-Trained for 15 years wig the best people he could cgi d. He also weilder two custom swords.

Knowledge-Had spent years seeking secrets. He now can think up pretty much anything given time.

Will Fire- He imposes the pains and sorrows of his other pasts into one bolt and inflicts it upon another. It casuals great pain to him and the victim. It can be used in 15 second short bursts 3 times a thread or a 45 second burst once a thread. Anyone with above average willpower can resist this and the effects will be faded to nothing if they have extraordinary willpoer. The higher you will the more you resist.. Also anyone above level 3 cannot be affected.

Black Fire- Once a thread, Sirius can attack anyone with the darkest part of his emotions. It is imposed in the shape of fire of the color black. It causes burns that are enough to debilitate someone. This weakens him decently for 3 posts or until he can get some nutrients in his system.

Weaknesses.

Blind- He relies on sound to find those who fight him he is also not able to read anymore. He just works with what he has. He also has the blindfold for two reasons. For hiding his burns and for looks.

Fear- He has some fears of random things. They get in his ways most times but he deals. Somewhat. He is scared to death of falcons. A falcon carried off his small pet mouse when he was a toddler. He is also terrified of anything that is of the color purple. This started when as a young child a large seal of arms that featured the color purple fell on him.

Rebirth-he has been reborn through ages and bears memories of all of them. He cannot help feeling the hate and sorrow of his past lives. He cannot organize them in any way. He will vent them at random times sometimes for the worst.