Name:Anzel Markodos
Age:17
Gender:Male
Race:Human
Special Abbility:N/A
Faction:Neutral
Rank:N/A
Wins:0
Losses:0
Ties:0
Personality:Anzel tends to be slightly reserved and prefers to travel with no more then 2 entourages. He gets lost in thought at many times, his head literally bursting with ideas, so much so that he cannot differentiate between his thoughts and reality. Most of the time, he minds his own business, not wanting to get involved in the affairs of others. However, he sometimes does lend a helping hand when he sees the need to intervene before something cataclysmic occurs. He can be relatively selfish too....
Physical Description:Anzel has neatly kept raven black hair. His eyes are coloured brown and he has a moderately sharp nose. He stands at roughly 1.7 metres in height. His body is well proportioned, slender and muscular and his features are relatively boyish. He wears a black ranger jacket over a long-sleeved grey shirt. He also wears black cargo pants of which every single pocket is outfitted with a zipper. He also wears jet-black combat shoes which have metalplates attatched fronts.
History:"When the cock crows, the morning begins. Sunlight lights the dark world of the night from beyond twin hills. Creatures previously unseen become visible to the eye and those who thrive in the darkness disappear till the next night.". But at times, those who thrive in the darkness leave scars which never disappear when the daylight breaks. The boy used to live in a quaint village with his parents. Nothing but the east winds visited the wind mills and those who were born there hardly ever came out. Life was simple for them. Work hard and grow enough to feed yourself and your family. If there is surpluss, share it with your neighbours and they in return shall favour you when you fail to bare enough crop. However, life was about to change for the boy whom my story chronicles.
The night was silent like it always was. Creatures of the night scampered about, reaping the leftovers of those who dwelled in the daylight. In turn, the usual predators of the night emerged from their dens. Smaller creatures were overwhelmed and devoured while morse resourceful ones fooled those who preyed on them with simple disguises or tricks, utilizing the cover of the night. However an unusual sound was hears from within the surrounding woods. Something seemed to be drifting towards the village, making an invisible but yet, alarming noise. The boy arose from his bed, unable to sleep after a day of festivities. He stretched out his arms, immediately retreating them after a cold draft blew by. He walked towards an open window and peered outside. The night was motionless. Only the dimly glowing street lanterns lit the streets of the otherwise pitch black nocturne. The boy then placed his hands on the blinds and was about to draw them shut when suddenly, the loud cry of a women was heard. The hair on the boy's neck raised as the sound settled. He heard the quiet footsteps of his mother climbing up the stairs. Upon impulse, he dived into his bed and drew the covers over himself. His mother carefullly pushed open the door to the boy's room and walked silently over to his bed.
She whispered into his ear, something too faint for those unwanted to hear. She gave him a kiss on the forehead, thinking he was asleep. Feeling the cold draft gushing in from the window, she rose to her feet and drew the blinds shut. She then walked out of the room, closing the door gently behind her. Seeing that his mother has exited the premises, the boy got out of bed again. This time he ventured down into the hallway. However, his house felt different. The night seemed to be darker than it normally was and the mood was grim. That floor seemed like it wanted to consume him and thus, he rushed out of the house. Everything seemed so abstract outside as buildings seemed to restructure themselves. However, after a few split seconds, an explosion was heard the the world reverted to its old self. The stench of rotting corpses filled the air and the boy covered his nose. The smell was sickening. The boy, suddenly feeling weaker trudged out of the premises of his house and started proceeding towards an alleyway normally crowded and bustling with activity during the day. However, as he approached, it was not the darkness of the night that greeted his eyes. Flames sprouted from nearby dwellings and ruin greeted the boy. Creatures, too grotesque to have been born from a human mother prowled the square, killing the panic stricken humans who were flailing about the morbid night lights. For some reason, the boy couldn't hear upon the instant he had stepped out of house and all he observed, was the quiet chaos that had fallen upon his quiet village.
His knees giving way and his eyes in grim awe, the boy just stared forward, as if staring through the chaos that lay infront of him. All of a sudden, the boy felt a nightmarish presence behind him. He turned his head slowly, hearing each and every single one of his bones cluttering. The figure behind him was grotesque. Of all the horros one could see in his or her mortal life, this creature would be the culmination of it all. An abomination of rotting flesh. It bleeded what seemed to be putrid blood, like those extracted from demons in folklore. The creature raised its oversized arm, getting ready to crush the boy. However, a spark of comforting light enveloped the boy and the abomination backed away in fear. The light sourced from the clock tower at the middle of the village. The boy, regaining his bearings, used the opening to make a quick escape. However, his knees soon began to give way again, due to the smell of rancid rotting flesh and the sight of impaled bodies. The boy lost all strength after running for just a few minutes and fell, face flat infront of the gargantuan clock tower. He struggled to raise his neck upwards but, it was no good. His eyes started to close but, his will to survive suddenly flared up as he started trying to get to his feet once again. However, a burst of dark energy from a very nearby source had created a gust of wind which smashed the boy downwards. His face started to bleed and he felt his ribcage shatter. He then saw a woman with white hair standing infront of him. What he saw was the mother which he had known for ever so long. The woman bent down slowly and stroked the boy's forehead. She then stood up and started progressing towards the center piece of the village. The boy stretched out his left arm, coughing out some blood in the process but, the woman did not look back. The boy's thoughts started to go wild. So many emotions wanted to overcome his heart but, none of them were barging. The boy coughed out another jet of blood and with that, he lost conciousness.
The rays of the sun beamed upon the boy as the morning winds started to caress his body. The boy started to open his eyes. His first glimpse of day was what many would think of as a scene from a nightmare. Charred timber littered the once bustling streets. The boy started to push himself upwards but, he felt as if the weight of his heart had trippled. The wind brushed past his ear and he heard a faint whisper. "Take this life. And loose it once again.". The boy felt his body become light and his energy return. Getting to feet, the boy stared obliviously around the squalor which surrounded him. To take a life but, to loose it again. What did it mean.
The boy was only thirteen years old at that time. But, two years have passed since then and he roams the world as a wanderer without a mission now. Where will his long road to ruin take him to? As the sun starts to set in the sky.
Level:1
Experience:98/100
Stats:
Strength:25
Speed:25
Magic:15
Defense:15
Synchronization:20
Luck:0(Cmon, how many kids become vagabonds at the age of 13!?)
ARMs:
Name:Nails of Absolonia
Type:Weapon
Class:B
Accessory:A ring which resembles a spool of tangeled thorn ivy.
Brief History:Rumored to have been the weapon of the Lord of Thorns, Abydos. Extremely sharp and tipped with a deadly poison, the claws are extremely leathel weapons even though their authenticity is unconfirmed. The name Absolonia is Sol for "Night Thorn". Anzel got the claws through an unknown event.
Normal Form:Powerful claws which fuse with the hand and fingers. Sharpens in proportion with the user's malice and overall unarmed strength. Its base sharpness is enough to shear through rock. The tips of the nails are coated with a corrosive acid which spreads through the blood stream and destroys internal organs. The user can also channel magical energy into the claws to generate bursts of corrosive energy.
Version 1:Embrace of Ivy
Vine whips surround Anzel's arms. They strike out at targets when commanded to and arn't directly controlled by the user. The vines are leathel as their thorns are coated with a powerful venom, similar to the one on the claws.
Version 2-3:Locked.
Themesong:
StargazerBy: Rainbow(Classic band.)
High noon, oh I'd sell my soul for water
Nine years worth of breakin' my back
There's no sun in the shadow of the wizard
See how he glides, why he's lighter than air?
Oh I see his face!
Where is your star?
Is it far, is it far, is it far?
When do we leave?
I believe, yes, I believe
Anzel Markados
