The Revenant
02-10-07, 10:40 AM
Vital Statistics
Name: Kyle Montaron
Race: Revenant Human
Age: 331 Years
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Marbled Blue / Red
Skin Color: Ghostly Pale
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 195 lbs
Equipment
Weapons - Kyle uses mostly his hands, feet, and teeth to fight as of yet. His fingernails while not extremely long are pointed and sharp as razors. Most of his teeth are also slightly pointed - his canines extremely so - and equally sharp. His claws and teeth are equivalent strength of bone weapons.
Armor - Leather trenchcoat with fine steel mesh inlaid between the coat and the liner
Miscellaneous - A Pewter Triskele Pendant on a Satin Cord
Skills
Unkillable - Latent - Kyle is quite simply unkillable. He is not invincible by any sense of the word. But one cannot kill that which is already dead. He has walked through fire, fallen off cliffs, jumped into the maw of a basilisk, been cut to ribbons be a blade devil, and the list goes on. He believes this ability is linked to his tissue regeneration but he isnt sure. He also believes that there must be some way to kill him... he just hasnt found it.
Regeneration - Latent - Kyle's tissues regenerate 24 times faster than that of a normal human being. This equates to minor cuts healing in just a few hours, major wounds and broken bones taking only a few days, and mortal wounds taking but a week or two. Complete seperation of body parts takes longer, but as long as a piece of him remains he shall continue on. It simply takes longer and longer the more of him is damaged or destroyed.
Hand to Hand Combat - Learned - Kyle possesses an average skill in hand to hand combat.
Appearance
Kyle has two faces. The first is that of a young, handsome, though obviously haunted man. This man stands tall and strong, trenchcoat billowing around him in the wind, black pants and shirt visible underneath. His smile, rarely seen, is like that of a shark, sharp and full of teeth. Long unruly black hair flows in the wind as much as his coat, parting every so often enough to reveal unnatural eyes of a marbled red and blue.
The other can be seen only by those who can actually see magic, and sometimes by those who cant - in a flash or lightning or when he turns too quickly. It is the face of the Revenant, a rotted walking carcass full of death and hatred for the living. It's face is gaunt and without eyelids or lips, and two glowing red eyes peer out from sunken sockets. It's hands are bony and twisted claws. A gaping maw of teeth and flesh exists where his stomach should be, forever hungering for the blood of those still alive. This is the face of the spirit that shares Kyle's body, keeping it from rotting away and grounding his soul to it.
History
Kyle was a simple young man. He grew up in a medium sized town, the son of a middle class merchant and his loving wife. A fairly easy childhood preceeded his young and rebellious teenage period. But as he exited his teenage years he actually looked foreward to taking over his father's business and settling into the life of a simple merchant. He even ended up with a young lady who wanted to be with him as much as he wanted to be with her. They fell in love and were betrothed. Everything was looking well for Kyle Montaron.
One day whilst delivering the money from his father's shop to the local bank he was dragged forcibly down a back alley by a group of thugs demanding the money. Kyle's pride would not allow him to part with it and so when they went to take it forcefully he fought back. Unfortunately for Kyle he was a simple merchant's son and possessed little fighting skill and no weapons. The killed him without a second thought.
As he died his soul cried out to all the gods in the sky that one might save him, that one might find him worthy of continuing on. They did not answer. But the Revenant did. The anger at this injustice in Kyle's heart attracted it and the Revenant leaped upon his dying soul and body immediately. As the thugs stood but a few feet away counting their haul Kyle stood back up and looked at them. What followed after was a haze of blood and gore. It was not till several hours later that he found himself in a pouring rain outside his love's home. He walked in and she took one look at his torn and bloody clothing and ran to him to make sure he was ok. He was, in fact there was not a mark on him. And then as she looked up to marvel at his face and ask how it was possible the lightning flashed and in it she saw.
The Revenant's face was there, not Kyle's. And it scared her beyond words. She backed up swiftly, tripping over her own feet and falling with a scream. Her head dashed upon the edge of a table, splitting it open. He ran to her side... but he was no doctor. She was dying and there was nothing he could do. It was only a few minutes before the neighbors came to find him there, cradling her body and covered in her blood. They called him murderer. And he ran.
Later, he tried to kill himself. But nothing seemed to work, nothing would end his tortured existence. It was a long time, nearly 200 years before he accepted it and accepted his new "life". And accepted that he needed to find a purpose worthy of dedicating it to. He has searched now for more than a hundred years. Through the depths of hell he has walked. The highest mountains he was scaled. And still he searches. But only the gods themselves know when his search might end.
Name: Kyle Montaron
Race: Revenant Human
Age: 331 Years
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Marbled Blue / Red
Skin Color: Ghostly Pale
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 195 lbs
Equipment
Weapons - Kyle uses mostly his hands, feet, and teeth to fight as of yet. His fingernails while not extremely long are pointed and sharp as razors. Most of his teeth are also slightly pointed - his canines extremely so - and equally sharp. His claws and teeth are equivalent strength of bone weapons.
Armor - Leather trenchcoat with fine steel mesh inlaid between the coat and the liner
Miscellaneous - A Pewter Triskele Pendant on a Satin Cord
Skills
Unkillable - Latent - Kyle is quite simply unkillable. He is not invincible by any sense of the word. But one cannot kill that which is already dead. He has walked through fire, fallen off cliffs, jumped into the maw of a basilisk, been cut to ribbons be a blade devil, and the list goes on. He believes this ability is linked to his tissue regeneration but he isnt sure. He also believes that there must be some way to kill him... he just hasnt found it.
Regeneration - Latent - Kyle's tissues regenerate 24 times faster than that of a normal human being. This equates to minor cuts healing in just a few hours, major wounds and broken bones taking only a few days, and mortal wounds taking but a week or two. Complete seperation of body parts takes longer, but as long as a piece of him remains he shall continue on. It simply takes longer and longer the more of him is damaged or destroyed.
Hand to Hand Combat - Learned - Kyle possesses an average skill in hand to hand combat.
Appearance
Kyle has two faces. The first is that of a young, handsome, though obviously haunted man. This man stands tall and strong, trenchcoat billowing around him in the wind, black pants and shirt visible underneath. His smile, rarely seen, is like that of a shark, sharp and full of teeth. Long unruly black hair flows in the wind as much as his coat, parting every so often enough to reveal unnatural eyes of a marbled red and blue.
The other can be seen only by those who can actually see magic, and sometimes by those who cant - in a flash or lightning or when he turns too quickly. It is the face of the Revenant, a rotted walking carcass full of death and hatred for the living. It's face is gaunt and without eyelids or lips, and two glowing red eyes peer out from sunken sockets. It's hands are bony and twisted claws. A gaping maw of teeth and flesh exists where his stomach should be, forever hungering for the blood of those still alive. This is the face of the spirit that shares Kyle's body, keeping it from rotting away and grounding his soul to it.
History
Kyle was a simple young man. He grew up in a medium sized town, the son of a middle class merchant and his loving wife. A fairly easy childhood preceeded his young and rebellious teenage period. But as he exited his teenage years he actually looked foreward to taking over his father's business and settling into the life of a simple merchant. He even ended up with a young lady who wanted to be with him as much as he wanted to be with her. They fell in love and were betrothed. Everything was looking well for Kyle Montaron.
One day whilst delivering the money from his father's shop to the local bank he was dragged forcibly down a back alley by a group of thugs demanding the money. Kyle's pride would not allow him to part with it and so when they went to take it forcefully he fought back. Unfortunately for Kyle he was a simple merchant's son and possessed little fighting skill and no weapons. The killed him without a second thought.
As he died his soul cried out to all the gods in the sky that one might save him, that one might find him worthy of continuing on. They did not answer. But the Revenant did. The anger at this injustice in Kyle's heart attracted it and the Revenant leaped upon his dying soul and body immediately. As the thugs stood but a few feet away counting their haul Kyle stood back up and looked at them. What followed after was a haze of blood and gore. It was not till several hours later that he found himself in a pouring rain outside his love's home. He walked in and she took one look at his torn and bloody clothing and ran to him to make sure he was ok. He was, in fact there was not a mark on him. And then as she looked up to marvel at his face and ask how it was possible the lightning flashed and in it she saw.
The Revenant's face was there, not Kyle's. And it scared her beyond words. She backed up swiftly, tripping over her own feet and falling with a scream. Her head dashed upon the edge of a table, splitting it open. He ran to her side... but he was no doctor. She was dying and there was nothing he could do. It was only a few minutes before the neighbors came to find him there, cradling her body and covered in her blood. They called him murderer. And he ran.
Later, he tried to kill himself. But nothing seemed to work, nothing would end his tortured existence. It was a long time, nearly 200 years before he accepted it and accepted his new "life". And accepted that he needed to find a purpose worthy of dedicating it to. He has searched now for more than a hundred years. Through the depths of hell he has walked. The highest mountains he was scaled. And still he searches. But only the gods themselves know when his search might end.