Malagen
03-26-06, 07:25 PM
((I had fucking 1,960 EXP, 40 EXP away from a level. Also, 1335 GP.))
Basic Info:
Full name: Malagen Kha’Thars
Age: 20
Hair: Black, reaching just below his shoulder blades
Eyes: Azure
Height: 6 feet 3 inches
Weight: 210 lbs
Race: Human
Appearance:
Not many have seen the face of the tall dark man and lived to tell the tale, due to the fact that Malagen’s entire body is covered in a heavy black coat that more look like a thick monk robes with an oversized hood that covers his head and most of his face and the only time a person is able to see his face is during combat. And none so far faced the dark man and lived to tell the tale. Rare bystanders that saw him fight witness that underneath the heavy hood lays a face of a demon, but the truth is slightly different. His face is calm, almost emotionless except a slight grin that appears near the end of his lips on occasions, his brows locked in a constant slight frown. His azure eyes make his looks keen, piercing, and they have a tendency to turn to almost plain white in combat. His hair, though almost unnaturally long, poses no obstacle to him when it comes to combat, because he always keep it safely tucked inside his coat.
Underneath the heavy cape, he has a set of pitch black clothes, his denim pants safely tucked into his heavy leather boots, while his short sleeved shirt goes just beneath the thick leather bracers that stand on his hands. The only thing on him that is not black are the two sabers that lay crisscrossed at his back in dark scabbards. Instead of carrying a satchel, his coat had compartments sewn into it, all distributed around the coat so it stood in perfect balance.
Personality:
If his face might only look emotionless, his every action is in fact deprived of any emotion whatsoever. His voice is cold and measured, sounding uninterested yet provoking in the same time. He holds no grudge against any of the people, yet doesn’t like them neither... Each that leaves him alone is left unharmed, and each that speaks to him before spoken to dies. His look is always calm, even if he stands in the midst of the battle with multiple enemies breathing down his neck. All of this was the result of his childhood, and with every step he makes on his own he starts to feel. Few that actually had the “privilege” to speak to him say he speaks little and only what is absolutely needed to get the task done.
Weapons and Accessories:
Brought up with the Dram from the day he was born, he was taught in their ways of the battle. Their basic concept when it came to battle was not power, but rather based on fast clean cuts that are able to kill a man with a single strike. Therefore his weapon of choice fell to the saber, and during the 20 years in captivity with the Dram barbarians, he learned to dual wield the sabers. Both of the sabers that rest on his back rest in black sheathes, their steel blade tempered and forged without a flaw in the best forges of the Ferioh kingdom, their hilts undecorated and rather simple, save for an armguard that goes over the fingers in one single stroke, forming a small curved blade on each of the hilts that went from the end of the blade, curving to the end of the hilt. The blade of the saber itself is slightly curved, resembling a katana, only slightly thicker and heavier, though the tip of the blade is the same of the katana. Basically, it’s the katana blade with an armguard. The blades are crisscrossed at this back beneath his coat, but turned upside down, so the hilts are resting near his leather belt at his back, the scabbards itself forged by himself in a special way so the blades wouldn’t fall out as he walks, yet making it familiar only to him how to pull the blades out. Since his coat is never buttoned, his hands easily slip underneath it to pull out the blades if needed.
Besides his main weaponry, Malagen has two iron daggers, carrying the sign of the raven on the blades, both safely tucked in the two compartments in his oversized sleeves, easily reachable when needed. He also has two water flasks, two small bags of dry healing herbs and four sets of long bandages, neatly wrapped. All of the equipment is tucked in his coat, resting in compartments on each side of him, making his coat rather heavy, but the weight distribution made it perfectly balanced. His two hard leather bracers are the only armor he carries. He also has a small silver ring he carries around his neck on a thin leather string.
Skills:
Uncanny Focus – Due to being completely deprived of emotions and the rigorous training he had to endure during his entire life, Malagen’s awareness and focus grown to amazing heights, making his every move, every word, even every thought weighed and measured in a blink of an eye to make him as most efficient as he can be. It allows him to see things that other don’t notice, in and out of combat, making his reflexes deadly fast in combat.
Anatomy knowledge – this skill is two fold for Malagen. In the first place it allows him to know which place to strike in battle, making each of his strikes a potential deathblow. It also makes him easier to heal wounds and stop hemorrhages. At this time he can only heal minor wounds and stop the bleeding on medium sized wounds.
Dual wielding, proficiency Saber – Malagen is proficient in using his twin sabers, but he is only used to this kind of weapon, and he can only dual wield sabers efficiently. His skill and knowledge in other weapons are mediocre at best, meaning he can still wield them better then a commoner, but not as skilled as a person proficient with that type of weapon.
One strike kill – A special ability that he developed under his teacher back in Ferioh. With his extensive knowledge in anatomy, he used it to make his strikes able to strike a man down in one blow. Note that this ability is not ultimate, meaning it can be still be blocked and parried. It only means that if a person leaves an opening, Malagen is more likely to notice it and take advantage of it. Basically, none of his attacks go to waste.
Attributes:
Malagen is a tall muscular man, and growing in a rather unfriendly environment, he had to adapt and he had to do it fast, making him working on his strength ever since he can remember, making his about 1.5 times stronger then a normal human. But his teachers knew power is nothing without control, so they took care his agility doesn’t suffer during his training. However, while he worked on his physical attributes, there was very little time for anything else, making him rather unknowledgeable in anything that is not related with combat. Needless to say, he’s not the most charismatic man you will meet.
History:
In the land of Ferioh, the home of the Dram barbarians, that lay far to the North there was a legend once amongst the folk and knowledgeable men alike. It was said that in the land of the Wolf a child will be born in a sign of the Raven, and that he will bring an end to the feud between children of Chodan and Hadios, a great warrior that will be both feared and respected throughout the lands, incarnation of the Wolf and Raven gods themselves. The myth was spoken by Geran Fer’Gehet, the first known Dram king ever since they settled in the icy north, on a continent they named Ferioh, by their word for revenge. The revenge they sought was because people of Savion exiled them from their lands, making their god Chodan the only deity in the land that once had two.
Furious at the insolence of the Savion folk, the Dram forged their revenge for years, paying little heed to the ancient prophecy of Geran, and every time they tried to invade Savion, their result was utter failure. The defense of Savion, or rather the entire Seven Isles area that was now called Audelas, and Savion was only one island in the archipelago, could not be beaten. But amongst the shamans, the wise women of Dram, the legend was still very much alive, and in secret they waited for that day to come, watching every omen carefully, searching for any clue as to when and where this warrior will be born.
But when the sign came, it was both joyous and bitter for the Dram, because the warrior was to be born in the land of Savion. Knowing that would be their end, the Dram made another invasion, only this time they forged a pact with the greatest force in known lands, the dragons. With combined powers of Dram great numbers and the fire of the wyrms, Audelas was shattered and Savion was ready to fall. Reaching Savion weeks before this child should be born, their warriors swarmed the land while the dragons spewed death from above.
In the end, only Savion remained, and the child, or rather the woman pregnant with it, was nowhere to be found. The walls of Savion trembled and were ready to fall as the word came, a late reinforcements that were to invade from the south ran across a deserted outpost and found the pregnant woman within. Cutting the baby from her stomach, they finally got what they came for. But their meddling with the fate this child ought to have came with a terrible price.
The woman was known as Kristiniel, and her husband was Letho Ravenheart, or rather prince Ruben Letho, who rejected the throne to marry a simple peasant girl. With his wife gone, a terrible wrath was awakened in young Letho, but not only in Letho, but in Chodan who channeled it’s power into him, resulting in what was later known as a Cry of Chodan. Letho fell the strongest dragon on that day, making the wyrms escape the land in front of his righteous wrath, but his father fell in that battle and it was enough to distract Letho and allow the sheer numbers of Dram to overwhelm him. The Dram took the victory that day, but the repercussions came soon afterwards.
But the child that was cut out of Kristiniel’s womb lived, and it was named Malagen, after the strongest Dram warrior that ever walked the lands, and Kha’Thars, meaning the one who will bring the balance. Thinking the balance is them ruling the Audleas, the Dram raised this child to be the most ruthless warrior that would tip the balance to them, and allow them to stay in the lands of Audelas forever. But fate has a way to shift the tides to their rightful path no matter what, and after four years of their rule over Savion and the isles of Audelas, a former squire by the name of Bann gathered all the people with him and overthrew the Dram government, banishing them out of Savion once again. The same happened to other isles and once again the Dram were out of Savion.
The generals mourned and spat, swearing revenge, but the shamans left with a grin on their face, because they knew they had in their hands something that is worth much more then ten legions of their finest warriors, they had Malagen, and they would raise his to be death to every enemy of the Dram.
Malagen grew in the cold lands of Ferioh, surrounded by Dram children that were naturally stronger then him, and mean to him because he was not one of them. That made him train ever since he was 5 years old, the careful eyes of the shamans looking from every corner, yet not interfering with the natural course of things. At the age of 11 he was already stronger then any kid his age, and had remarkable skill with the blade, besting some of the older fighters already.
His childhood wasn’t easy though, not in any way. For every weakness he shown he would get ten lashes, and that was a strict commandment from the shamans. Soon Malagen figured out that by shielding himself from all emotions he could avoid this punishment and by the age of 15 his heart grew cold as he started to feel numb to any emotion. And that was the shamans idea in the first place. Making a cold heartless killer, submitted to their will alone. They could already see him on the throne while they pulled his strings.
By the age of 19 Malagen was nothing but a machine. He lived to kill, to obey what was said to him with no though about it whatsoever. His final test was to fight his teacher, Teor, the man that was the closest he had to a father during his life, to the death. Malagen ended his life in a single swipe of his saber, the look on his face unchanged, as if he just killed a beast of some sort.
But by the age of 20 everything changed and they couldn’t control him anymore. It was a girl by the name of Dharnia that in one night destroyed all the shamans built in 20 years. She was sent to Malagen as a sex slave, something he used to relieve himself of the tension that would rise in every man over time, and the shamans always made sure he had a couple of women weekly to keep his satisfied. But after one such night, Dharnia asked Malagen a strange question, resulting in him turning to her thinking how did she dare to speak in his presence.
“Where do you come from, Malagen? Who are your par...” and her words here ended by his saber passing through her throat, bathing his naked body in her crimson blood. But as they carried her body out of his room he saw the strangest thing, the women that he slew just as easily as all the others had a strangest smile on her face. And her question intrigued him, and after a while he came to the master shamans, seeking for counsel. The shamans were surprised with this question and tried to make an explanation. But he felt the stir in their voices, he felt the hesitation... He ended their lives in a matter or seconds, the guards fearing even to lift their blades to face him. He found Dharnia’s body and sat next to it throughout the entire day and night until he came to a conclusion; he would seek every shaman and kill them all until he finds some answers. Taking a small silver ring from Dharnia’s cold lifeless hand, he placed it on a small leather string and placed it around his neck, starting his search.
Basic Info:
Full name: Malagen Kha’Thars
Age: 20
Hair: Black, reaching just below his shoulder blades
Eyes: Azure
Height: 6 feet 3 inches
Weight: 210 lbs
Race: Human
Appearance:
Not many have seen the face of the tall dark man and lived to tell the tale, due to the fact that Malagen’s entire body is covered in a heavy black coat that more look like a thick monk robes with an oversized hood that covers his head and most of his face and the only time a person is able to see his face is during combat. And none so far faced the dark man and lived to tell the tale. Rare bystanders that saw him fight witness that underneath the heavy hood lays a face of a demon, but the truth is slightly different. His face is calm, almost emotionless except a slight grin that appears near the end of his lips on occasions, his brows locked in a constant slight frown. His azure eyes make his looks keen, piercing, and they have a tendency to turn to almost plain white in combat. His hair, though almost unnaturally long, poses no obstacle to him when it comes to combat, because he always keep it safely tucked inside his coat.
Underneath the heavy cape, he has a set of pitch black clothes, his denim pants safely tucked into his heavy leather boots, while his short sleeved shirt goes just beneath the thick leather bracers that stand on his hands. The only thing on him that is not black are the two sabers that lay crisscrossed at his back in dark scabbards. Instead of carrying a satchel, his coat had compartments sewn into it, all distributed around the coat so it stood in perfect balance.
Personality:
If his face might only look emotionless, his every action is in fact deprived of any emotion whatsoever. His voice is cold and measured, sounding uninterested yet provoking in the same time. He holds no grudge against any of the people, yet doesn’t like them neither... Each that leaves him alone is left unharmed, and each that speaks to him before spoken to dies. His look is always calm, even if he stands in the midst of the battle with multiple enemies breathing down his neck. All of this was the result of his childhood, and with every step he makes on his own he starts to feel. Few that actually had the “privilege” to speak to him say he speaks little and only what is absolutely needed to get the task done.
Weapons and Accessories:
Brought up with the Dram from the day he was born, he was taught in their ways of the battle. Their basic concept when it came to battle was not power, but rather based on fast clean cuts that are able to kill a man with a single strike. Therefore his weapon of choice fell to the saber, and during the 20 years in captivity with the Dram barbarians, he learned to dual wield the sabers. Both of the sabers that rest on his back rest in black sheathes, their steel blade tempered and forged without a flaw in the best forges of the Ferioh kingdom, their hilts undecorated and rather simple, save for an armguard that goes over the fingers in one single stroke, forming a small curved blade on each of the hilts that went from the end of the blade, curving to the end of the hilt. The blade of the saber itself is slightly curved, resembling a katana, only slightly thicker and heavier, though the tip of the blade is the same of the katana. Basically, it’s the katana blade with an armguard. The blades are crisscrossed at this back beneath his coat, but turned upside down, so the hilts are resting near his leather belt at his back, the scabbards itself forged by himself in a special way so the blades wouldn’t fall out as he walks, yet making it familiar only to him how to pull the blades out. Since his coat is never buttoned, his hands easily slip underneath it to pull out the blades if needed.
Besides his main weaponry, Malagen has two iron daggers, carrying the sign of the raven on the blades, both safely tucked in the two compartments in his oversized sleeves, easily reachable when needed. He also has two water flasks, two small bags of dry healing herbs and four sets of long bandages, neatly wrapped. All of the equipment is tucked in his coat, resting in compartments on each side of him, making his coat rather heavy, but the weight distribution made it perfectly balanced. His two hard leather bracers are the only armor he carries. He also has a small silver ring he carries around his neck on a thin leather string.
Skills:
Uncanny Focus – Due to being completely deprived of emotions and the rigorous training he had to endure during his entire life, Malagen’s awareness and focus grown to amazing heights, making his every move, every word, even every thought weighed and measured in a blink of an eye to make him as most efficient as he can be. It allows him to see things that other don’t notice, in and out of combat, making his reflexes deadly fast in combat.
Anatomy knowledge – this skill is two fold for Malagen. In the first place it allows him to know which place to strike in battle, making each of his strikes a potential deathblow. It also makes him easier to heal wounds and stop hemorrhages. At this time he can only heal minor wounds and stop the bleeding on medium sized wounds.
Dual wielding, proficiency Saber – Malagen is proficient in using his twin sabers, but he is only used to this kind of weapon, and he can only dual wield sabers efficiently. His skill and knowledge in other weapons are mediocre at best, meaning he can still wield them better then a commoner, but not as skilled as a person proficient with that type of weapon.
One strike kill – A special ability that he developed under his teacher back in Ferioh. With his extensive knowledge in anatomy, he used it to make his strikes able to strike a man down in one blow. Note that this ability is not ultimate, meaning it can be still be blocked and parried. It only means that if a person leaves an opening, Malagen is more likely to notice it and take advantage of it. Basically, none of his attacks go to waste.
Attributes:
Malagen is a tall muscular man, and growing in a rather unfriendly environment, he had to adapt and he had to do it fast, making him working on his strength ever since he can remember, making his about 1.5 times stronger then a normal human. But his teachers knew power is nothing without control, so they took care his agility doesn’t suffer during his training. However, while he worked on his physical attributes, there was very little time for anything else, making him rather unknowledgeable in anything that is not related with combat. Needless to say, he’s not the most charismatic man you will meet.
History:
In the land of Ferioh, the home of the Dram barbarians, that lay far to the North there was a legend once amongst the folk and knowledgeable men alike. It was said that in the land of the Wolf a child will be born in a sign of the Raven, and that he will bring an end to the feud between children of Chodan and Hadios, a great warrior that will be both feared and respected throughout the lands, incarnation of the Wolf and Raven gods themselves. The myth was spoken by Geran Fer’Gehet, the first known Dram king ever since they settled in the icy north, on a continent they named Ferioh, by their word for revenge. The revenge they sought was because people of Savion exiled them from their lands, making their god Chodan the only deity in the land that once had two.
Furious at the insolence of the Savion folk, the Dram forged their revenge for years, paying little heed to the ancient prophecy of Geran, and every time they tried to invade Savion, their result was utter failure. The defense of Savion, or rather the entire Seven Isles area that was now called Audelas, and Savion was only one island in the archipelago, could not be beaten. But amongst the shamans, the wise women of Dram, the legend was still very much alive, and in secret they waited for that day to come, watching every omen carefully, searching for any clue as to when and where this warrior will be born.
But when the sign came, it was both joyous and bitter for the Dram, because the warrior was to be born in the land of Savion. Knowing that would be their end, the Dram made another invasion, only this time they forged a pact with the greatest force in known lands, the dragons. With combined powers of Dram great numbers and the fire of the wyrms, Audelas was shattered and Savion was ready to fall. Reaching Savion weeks before this child should be born, their warriors swarmed the land while the dragons spewed death from above.
In the end, only Savion remained, and the child, or rather the woman pregnant with it, was nowhere to be found. The walls of Savion trembled and were ready to fall as the word came, a late reinforcements that were to invade from the south ran across a deserted outpost and found the pregnant woman within. Cutting the baby from her stomach, they finally got what they came for. But their meddling with the fate this child ought to have came with a terrible price.
The woman was known as Kristiniel, and her husband was Letho Ravenheart, or rather prince Ruben Letho, who rejected the throne to marry a simple peasant girl. With his wife gone, a terrible wrath was awakened in young Letho, but not only in Letho, but in Chodan who channeled it’s power into him, resulting in what was later known as a Cry of Chodan. Letho fell the strongest dragon on that day, making the wyrms escape the land in front of his righteous wrath, but his father fell in that battle and it was enough to distract Letho and allow the sheer numbers of Dram to overwhelm him. The Dram took the victory that day, but the repercussions came soon afterwards.
But the child that was cut out of Kristiniel’s womb lived, and it was named Malagen, after the strongest Dram warrior that ever walked the lands, and Kha’Thars, meaning the one who will bring the balance. Thinking the balance is them ruling the Audleas, the Dram raised this child to be the most ruthless warrior that would tip the balance to them, and allow them to stay in the lands of Audelas forever. But fate has a way to shift the tides to their rightful path no matter what, and after four years of their rule over Savion and the isles of Audelas, a former squire by the name of Bann gathered all the people with him and overthrew the Dram government, banishing them out of Savion once again. The same happened to other isles and once again the Dram were out of Savion.
The generals mourned and spat, swearing revenge, but the shamans left with a grin on their face, because they knew they had in their hands something that is worth much more then ten legions of their finest warriors, they had Malagen, and they would raise his to be death to every enemy of the Dram.
Malagen grew in the cold lands of Ferioh, surrounded by Dram children that were naturally stronger then him, and mean to him because he was not one of them. That made him train ever since he was 5 years old, the careful eyes of the shamans looking from every corner, yet not interfering with the natural course of things. At the age of 11 he was already stronger then any kid his age, and had remarkable skill with the blade, besting some of the older fighters already.
His childhood wasn’t easy though, not in any way. For every weakness he shown he would get ten lashes, and that was a strict commandment from the shamans. Soon Malagen figured out that by shielding himself from all emotions he could avoid this punishment and by the age of 15 his heart grew cold as he started to feel numb to any emotion. And that was the shamans idea in the first place. Making a cold heartless killer, submitted to their will alone. They could already see him on the throne while they pulled his strings.
By the age of 19 Malagen was nothing but a machine. He lived to kill, to obey what was said to him with no though about it whatsoever. His final test was to fight his teacher, Teor, the man that was the closest he had to a father during his life, to the death. Malagen ended his life in a single swipe of his saber, the look on his face unchanged, as if he just killed a beast of some sort.
But by the age of 20 everything changed and they couldn’t control him anymore. It was a girl by the name of Dharnia that in one night destroyed all the shamans built in 20 years. She was sent to Malagen as a sex slave, something he used to relieve himself of the tension that would rise in every man over time, and the shamans always made sure he had a couple of women weekly to keep his satisfied. But after one such night, Dharnia asked Malagen a strange question, resulting in him turning to her thinking how did she dare to speak in his presence.
“Where do you come from, Malagen? Who are your par...” and her words here ended by his saber passing through her throat, bathing his naked body in her crimson blood. But as they carried her body out of his room he saw the strangest thing, the women that he slew just as easily as all the others had a strangest smile on her face. And her question intrigued him, and after a while he came to the master shamans, seeking for counsel. The shamans were surprised with this question and tried to make an explanation. But he felt the stir in their voices, he felt the hesitation... He ended their lives in a matter or seconds, the guards fearing even to lift their blades to face him. He found Dharnia’s body and sat next to it throughout the entire day and night until he came to a conclusion; he would seek every shaman and kill them all until he finds some answers. Taking a small silver ring from Dharnia’s cold lifeless hand, he placed it on a small leather string and placed it around his neck, starting his search.