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02-22-10, 11:13 AM
Name: Hyro Izuahl
Age(after memory loss): Few Days
Age Look: Young-Middle aged – 25-35
Race: Demon
Hair Color: Raven
Eye Color: Pale Red
Skin Color: Pale White
Tattoo Color: Jet black
Language: Lost Words of the Dead
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 185
*Occupation: Mercenary/Adventurer
*Personality: For reasons unknown to Hyro, he has no memory before he awoke facedown in the snow. He has no defined consistent personality making him often awkward in groups. However, as he regains his memory he’ll slowly become more malignant towards unwilling bystanders or “friends.” This is however dependent on how he regains his memory and whether he will allow him to relive his past, or change for the better.
Appearance: Hyro is littered in tattoos, many of which he figures useless. However, none are particularly visible other than the tattoo on his face that wraps around his eyes and down his nose, as well as the tattoo of a winged angel on his collar bone with the wings around the back of his neck. He dresses in a loose white robe cut short just above his knees which are covered by black pants. The robe cuts down his side revealing his chest and stomach; further riddled with meaningless tattoos of an almost lost language. His look could be considered abrasive from the contrast of his skin to the light of an almost corpse color, with eyes of blood that seemingly glow in the dark.
History:
Prior Memory Loss (as told by his brother Strider Mokaro on his death bed.):
“I believe it appropriate to tell you the story from the beginning, thousands of years ago. Please just let me finish I can answer your questions later.”
Flames kissed the sides of this castle and screams from the lost souls pierced the halls of this hell. A king named Bel’Atiar was the only necromancer left and was married to a higher demoness Fer’Fien. As with all relationships children if that’s what we could be called were born. Our lives were gravely different than that of most. Within two months we would be our adult sizes and thrust into a world of violence to prepare for at what was at the time The Holy War. Many people consider the battles between religions the holy war but it wasn’t. The Holy War was between my people the good demons and angels against the evil of the world. It’s a simple concept really, most religions don’t exist they way you think they exist but that is not something I wish to delve into.
Hyro and I, we were the best and that’s an understatement. We trained from the time our bodies matured, not just in swordplay and other weapons, but our minds as well. We each mastered what powers our bodies accumulated from our heritage. Mine more towards the necromancy of my father and my brother a much more ruthless art. He was descendent from one of the most ancient demons of our kind. Simply known as The Darkness, this demon plagued the land turning friend and lovers, family and children against each other making them destroy each other. Plant life just wilted away in the shadow of this ancient demon. Our father was fortunately able to seal this ancient evil away unaware that his wife was actually spawned from this demon. As you can guess the link to Hyro to this demon, this darkness, was great.
Hyro, through our many afternoons filled with meditation, found this link to his, by your standards, grandfather. I couldn’t tell you if he was born good or evil or whether the corruption of The Darkness turned him but he was not the same. I believe it was ten years into our training for the first kill he ever had, well worse than a kill. He devoured a man’s soul. Our task of the day was simply to manipulate the souls of the dead since as our jobs as sons to the King of Necromancers were to ferry the souls to the afterlife. Something about his demeanor was off, and I saw it in his eyes; they changed colors. His eyes were a deep purple but they were red, consumed with hatred… not hatred just pure evil. His hands moved in an odd way as if possessed by some ancient being and the soul of this man just ripped in half and entered Hyro’s body. Immediately my father had known what had happened and quickly sentenced my brother to the dungeon to be dealt with by the high courts of our kingdom.
A sense of false security fell upon our castle that night. I don’t quite know how to describe the unbelievably serene sound of the molten fire pounding like ocean waves onto a beach. I felt safe, everyone felt safe. We weren’t quick enough, strong enough, or prepared for what was about to happen to us. It was as if the ground ripped open taking my fellow soldiers and guards with Hyro at the center of this abysmal carnage.
“HOW DARE YOU DEFY MY WISHES FATHER!” Those words still echo in my head. Why you ask? Because of what happened next. I’ve never seen such power since or probably will ever see again. His hands drew his swords and from there he was merely a blur of blood and gore has he tore through everyone. By the time I made it to the battle field I saw my father impaled and Hyro smiling has he ripped the very soul of my father from his body and devoured it. MY father just devoured as if just a helpless soul to be ferried. I was in shock. The great warrior and king Bel’Altair the one who defeated The Darkness before time itself was conceived. I lost it and charged my brother.
The battle raged for nearly and hour. Blade after blade struck and rang through the now empty halls of the castle, well what was left of it anyway. His power nearly destroyed our entire plain of existence in what some people call limbo. His spells shook the very foundation of my soul and it took everything I had every ounce of strength I had to mimic my fathers Seal of Darkness to entrap my brother. Light broke through the cloud of ash above us and created a barrier between myself and Hyro. “Do not think this will hold me brother. I will come for you. I will be stronger, faster, and nothing you can do can stop me.” The barrier grew smaller and smaller sealing him away with the original monstrosity The Darkness. His laugh still haunts my memory as if nothing would ever stop him.
In what you call centuries we call years and they passed as if I blinked. I had met someone, she was known as the Queen of the Rose. A servant really but no one could maintain a nursery of roses like that woman. Fittingly her name was Rosalie. I watched her grow older and soon I became known through her land as the Guardian of the Rose. After witnessing all the death nearly 7 centuries ago I learned to use life to hold life dearer than anything but I soon realized that all life did, was die. This brings us to the final encounter between myself and Hyro. I had heard he had escaped and believe me I witnessed the horrors in his wake. I was a coward and I hid from him as a child does from a father who is angry. He found me, however, just like he promised me, and I regret not having chased him down to the very ends of the earth to kill him for what he was about to do.
Rosalie and myself were having dinner under the stars and the moon. The waterfall behind her garden added even more of a calming ambiance to our evening. That was my first mistake because I was not fast enough to stay his blade. I watched as the blood of Rosalie dripped onto the meal she was eating. I could see in her eyes forgiveness before I even realized what I was being forgiven for. Then he reached through her and grabbed her and soul. “I have taken not only her soul from you by I took from you her heart brother. What do you think? Romantic I’d say.”
I lunged for him in anger as his sword Darkness blocked me and as Light struck me across the back. I didn’t even flinch as a grabbed the only rose Rosalie nurtured just for me and whipped it out. Its life mutated from my anger into a whip that I whirled around wildly. I fought like a child and as such paid the consequences. He blocked and destroyed everything I used to fight him as he gracefully, if that’s what you can call a monster, destroyed me. His blades deepened into my skin and his fingers pierced into my already open wounds. “YOU CURSED ME, LOOK AT THESE MARKS ON MY ARM! ON MY BODY! YOU TIED MY POWERS IN BLASPHEMOUS INK! HOW DARE YOU!”
I got a seal off to force him to cast his spells linearly and separately, drastically hindering his power. The Seal of Blood as the books him and I both studied. It was my second to last act before this very moment. I did one last spell moving his body and destroying his mind since my blood was now in him since he couldn’t resist the taste. I erased his mind as I cast him away into a wasteland. The demon known as Hyro Izuahl is done. I couldn’t kill him, but he should be where none can get to him and where he will die slowly.
”Now my good soul, thank you for listening. If I am to die, I wish to do so in my sleep.”
Spells:
Tattoos – As a mark of Strider’s curse these limit Hyro’s powers BUT create visual representations of everything he is capable of. Most, however at the state of his first wakening in the middle of the Steppes, appear to serve no purpose.
The Curse – A simple tattoo on the tip of his finger shaped in an oval with a moon and dot within the oval causes at the slightest touch to the skin one’s body to become more feeble than normal. Causes the body to weaken slightly and the movement speed reduced for a short duration of time based on the length of time this curse remains in contact with opponent.
Brightness – A more elaborate tattoo in the shape of yin on the left arm and yang on the right arm complementary to light and darkness. This tattoo allows him at first manipulation of light only allowing him to focus in concentration a short burst of minor damaging light equivalent to sunburn or a longer non-damaging light for sight.
Skills:
Minor Dual Blade Finesse – Including minor parrying, minor blocks, and adequate attacks. The skills with two blades should begin to look more like a dance than fighting.
Equipment:
Spectral Blades – Twin short steel blades more known for there emblems of light and dark in the ancient demon text crafted by Hyro’s father. As far as Hyro is concerned the blades are nothing more than heirlooms found on his person with no kind of magic or meaning of any sort.
Age(after memory loss): Few Days
Age Look: Young-Middle aged – 25-35
Race: Demon
Hair Color: Raven
Eye Color: Pale Red
Skin Color: Pale White
Tattoo Color: Jet black
Language: Lost Words of the Dead
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 185
*Occupation: Mercenary/Adventurer
*Personality: For reasons unknown to Hyro, he has no memory before he awoke facedown in the snow. He has no defined consistent personality making him often awkward in groups. However, as he regains his memory he’ll slowly become more malignant towards unwilling bystanders or “friends.” This is however dependent on how he regains his memory and whether he will allow him to relive his past, or change for the better.
Appearance: Hyro is littered in tattoos, many of which he figures useless. However, none are particularly visible other than the tattoo on his face that wraps around his eyes and down his nose, as well as the tattoo of a winged angel on his collar bone with the wings around the back of his neck. He dresses in a loose white robe cut short just above his knees which are covered by black pants. The robe cuts down his side revealing his chest and stomach; further riddled with meaningless tattoos of an almost lost language. His look could be considered abrasive from the contrast of his skin to the light of an almost corpse color, with eyes of blood that seemingly glow in the dark.
History:
Prior Memory Loss (as told by his brother Strider Mokaro on his death bed.):
“I believe it appropriate to tell you the story from the beginning, thousands of years ago. Please just let me finish I can answer your questions later.”
Flames kissed the sides of this castle and screams from the lost souls pierced the halls of this hell. A king named Bel’Atiar was the only necromancer left and was married to a higher demoness Fer’Fien. As with all relationships children if that’s what we could be called were born. Our lives were gravely different than that of most. Within two months we would be our adult sizes and thrust into a world of violence to prepare for at what was at the time The Holy War. Many people consider the battles between religions the holy war but it wasn’t. The Holy War was between my people the good demons and angels against the evil of the world. It’s a simple concept really, most religions don’t exist they way you think they exist but that is not something I wish to delve into.
Hyro and I, we were the best and that’s an understatement. We trained from the time our bodies matured, not just in swordplay and other weapons, but our minds as well. We each mastered what powers our bodies accumulated from our heritage. Mine more towards the necromancy of my father and my brother a much more ruthless art. He was descendent from one of the most ancient demons of our kind. Simply known as The Darkness, this demon plagued the land turning friend and lovers, family and children against each other making them destroy each other. Plant life just wilted away in the shadow of this ancient demon. Our father was fortunately able to seal this ancient evil away unaware that his wife was actually spawned from this demon. As you can guess the link to Hyro to this demon, this darkness, was great.
Hyro, through our many afternoons filled with meditation, found this link to his, by your standards, grandfather. I couldn’t tell you if he was born good or evil or whether the corruption of The Darkness turned him but he was not the same. I believe it was ten years into our training for the first kill he ever had, well worse than a kill. He devoured a man’s soul. Our task of the day was simply to manipulate the souls of the dead since as our jobs as sons to the King of Necromancers were to ferry the souls to the afterlife. Something about his demeanor was off, and I saw it in his eyes; they changed colors. His eyes were a deep purple but they were red, consumed with hatred… not hatred just pure evil. His hands moved in an odd way as if possessed by some ancient being and the soul of this man just ripped in half and entered Hyro’s body. Immediately my father had known what had happened and quickly sentenced my brother to the dungeon to be dealt with by the high courts of our kingdom.
A sense of false security fell upon our castle that night. I don’t quite know how to describe the unbelievably serene sound of the molten fire pounding like ocean waves onto a beach. I felt safe, everyone felt safe. We weren’t quick enough, strong enough, or prepared for what was about to happen to us. It was as if the ground ripped open taking my fellow soldiers and guards with Hyro at the center of this abysmal carnage.
“HOW DARE YOU DEFY MY WISHES FATHER!” Those words still echo in my head. Why you ask? Because of what happened next. I’ve never seen such power since or probably will ever see again. His hands drew his swords and from there he was merely a blur of blood and gore has he tore through everyone. By the time I made it to the battle field I saw my father impaled and Hyro smiling has he ripped the very soul of my father from his body and devoured it. MY father just devoured as if just a helpless soul to be ferried. I was in shock. The great warrior and king Bel’Altair the one who defeated The Darkness before time itself was conceived. I lost it and charged my brother.
The battle raged for nearly and hour. Blade after blade struck and rang through the now empty halls of the castle, well what was left of it anyway. His power nearly destroyed our entire plain of existence in what some people call limbo. His spells shook the very foundation of my soul and it took everything I had every ounce of strength I had to mimic my fathers Seal of Darkness to entrap my brother. Light broke through the cloud of ash above us and created a barrier between myself and Hyro. “Do not think this will hold me brother. I will come for you. I will be stronger, faster, and nothing you can do can stop me.” The barrier grew smaller and smaller sealing him away with the original monstrosity The Darkness. His laugh still haunts my memory as if nothing would ever stop him.
In what you call centuries we call years and they passed as if I blinked. I had met someone, she was known as the Queen of the Rose. A servant really but no one could maintain a nursery of roses like that woman. Fittingly her name was Rosalie. I watched her grow older and soon I became known through her land as the Guardian of the Rose. After witnessing all the death nearly 7 centuries ago I learned to use life to hold life dearer than anything but I soon realized that all life did, was die. This brings us to the final encounter between myself and Hyro. I had heard he had escaped and believe me I witnessed the horrors in his wake. I was a coward and I hid from him as a child does from a father who is angry. He found me, however, just like he promised me, and I regret not having chased him down to the very ends of the earth to kill him for what he was about to do.
Rosalie and myself were having dinner under the stars and the moon. The waterfall behind her garden added even more of a calming ambiance to our evening. That was my first mistake because I was not fast enough to stay his blade. I watched as the blood of Rosalie dripped onto the meal she was eating. I could see in her eyes forgiveness before I even realized what I was being forgiven for. Then he reached through her and grabbed her and soul. “I have taken not only her soul from you by I took from you her heart brother. What do you think? Romantic I’d say.”
I lunged for him in anger as his sword Darkness blocked me and as Light struck me across the back. I didn’t even flinch as a grabbed the only rose Rosalie nurtured just for me and whipped it out. Its life mutated from my anger into a whip that I whirled around wildly. I fought like a child and as such paid the consequences. He blocked and destroyed everything I used to fight him as he gracefully, if that’s what you can call a monster, destroyed me. His blades deepened into my skin and his fingers pierced into my already open wounds. “YOU CURSED ME, LOOK AT THESE MARKS ON MY ARM! ON MY BODY! YOU TIED MY POWERS IN BLASPHEMOUS INK! HOW DARE YOU!”
I got a seal off to force him to cast his spells linearly and separately, drastically hindering his power. The Seal of Blood as the books him and I both studied. It was my second to last act before this very moment. I did one last spell moving his body and destroying his mind since my blood was now in him since he couldn’t resist the taste. I erased his mind as I cast him away into a wasteland. The demon known as Hyro Izuahl is done. I couldn’t kill him, but he should be where none can get to him and where he will die slowly.
”Now my good soul, thank you for listening. If I am to die, I wish to do so in my sleep.”
Spells:
Tattoos – As a mark of Strider’s curse these limit Hyro’s powers BUT create visual representations of everything he is capable of. Most, however at the state of his first wakening in the middle of the Steppes, appear to serve no purpose.
The Curse – A simple tattoo on the tip of his finger shaped in an oval with a moon and dot within the oval causes at the slightest touch to the skin one’s body to become more feeble than normal. Causes the body to weaken slightly and the movement speed reduced for a short duration of time based on the length of time this curse remains in contact with opponent.
Brightness – A more elaborate tattoo in the shape of yin on the left arm and yang on the right arm complementary to light and darkness. This tattoo allows him at first manipulation of light only allowing him to focus in concentration a short burst of minor damaging light equivalent to sunburn or a longer non-damaging light for sight.
Skills:
Minor Dual Blade Finesse – Including minor parrying, minor blocks, and adequate attacks. The skills with two blades should begin to look more like a dance than fighting.
Equipment:
Spectral Blades – Twin short steel blades more known for there emblems of light and dark in the ancient demon text crafted by Hyro’s father. As far as Hyro is concerned the blades are nothing more than heirlooms found on his person with no kind of magic or meaning of any sort.