Name: Pelias Xovos
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Warshire
Current Home: Temporary Apartment in District C of Sovereign

Personality:
Xovos appears to be quite happy-go-lucky, severely lacking sense in long-term consequences. Though not lacking in brains, neither is he especially gifted. His real gift in intelligence is his ability to worm his way out of most situations, coupled with his undying drive to enjoy life as it is, he is perfectly fashioned for the nomadic lifestyle of his people in Warshire. He is not entirely good willed though, taking as much joy from a fight as he would from a boisterous meal with newfound drinking buddies. Though he is normally cool tempered, he will act otherwise for his own amusement.

Bio:
Pelias Xovos was born into a nomadic tribe that traveled the northern mountains of Warshire. Barbaric in nature, the tribe was more of a mercenary group than a travelling community. Of course, a cluster of mercenaries during a time of peace did not thrive and often had members splitting off due to the obvious fact that the petty amount of work had no way to support a great amount of people. Growing up Xovos was trained at a very young age. Always outperforming his peers, he would be the first to master a core as well as the first to pass the rite of becoming a mercenary himself. Unfortunately, he was also the first to receive the heirloom armor of his father, though it is only given after the owner’s death. Neither his mother or father’s death bothered him to the point of tears, though his relationships with them were well natured and loving.

As he did jobs as a mercenary, he eventually split off from his tribe, not for food or better living conditions, but for a more “free” existence. Scrounging up whatever jobs passed him, including menial labor such as aiding in construction or mining to assassinations between bickering officials and politicians. Despite being coordinated and strong enough to settle down for an actual job, his mindset would not allow him to stay in any one place at a time. He was never able to keep any friends, always moving too quickly through life and outpacing those around him, one night stands with people he had never seen before and would never see again were not unusual and joining in on barfights to help the “losing team” were commonly known to Xovos.

Eventually he was imprisoned and put on death row during a mission to assassinate a mistress to a prominent official in Sovereign. Luckily, on his last days before execution, the Void Gates were broken asunder and in the midst of chaos, Xovos was able to escape, committing no lack of murder on his way out, as well as recovering his armor. Though he escaped the prison, he was eventually afflicted by an Onikage, despite him constantly hearing of some sort of inherently evil nature to Onikages, his affliction matched his own personality, taking what they want together, Xovos was quite willing to become a Conduit as it simply gave him powers he would not object to keep. Even with the new factor to his life, Xovos has become quite bored with his existence being barred to Sanctuary and looks for mercenary employment even amongst the starved and quarantined.

Appearance

6’2”
260 Ib.

Special Traits/Weapons:
-Incredibly Durable; able to take a some serious hits before going down
-Indifferent to just about everything
-Balanced in the means of strength to speed
-Improvisation master, he is capable of worming himself out of most situations
-Little to no education beyond the most simple of all subjects

Equipment:
Heirloom armor equipped with a kinetic core as well as a spear equipped with both a fire and air/wind core


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Kage

Kage Type: Onikage

Kage Name: Sven

Kage Power: Sven gives his host the ability to manipulate carbon fiber particles, being able to block attacks as well as manifest shapes of objects. The larger the amount of particles and energy requested by the host, the more hungry Sven becomes to consume Kamikages.

Kage Personality/Description: Sven is fairly old among Onikages, neither one of the ancients, or among the baby Onikages. Similar to his host; Xovos, he is indifferent to most things as long as his minimal desire for Kamikage is quenched, all he desires is entertainment for his long existence.

The warm air of Gaia caused Xovos to trudge through the city streets of Sovereign with a sweaty sheen covering his face, his black suit and tie only further adding to the stifling effect the environment had on him. The conditions did not bother him, he was no stranger to discomfort, and the heat made no difference in his mind. His sharp but rough features and large build betrayed his Warshire background as he traveled through the streets, his armor and conventional weapons left behind in his apartment. He absentmindedly brushed his hand across his chest, his fingers brushing over the suit hiding the silenced one-shot earth core pistol he had attained a long time ago, the minuscule design of the firearm made it perfect for assassinations.

Xovos came to his destination as the buildings shrouded the last of the sun. He stood before a massive apartment complex that appears high-class in nature, with ornate designs flowing along the doorway as well as the interior walls of the building. The lobby is the height of 3 stories, marble pillars reach to the ceiling not only intricately designed but impressive in massiveness. Xovos pressed forward, ignoring the grandeur whilst walking in as if he owned the place. He took the elevator up to the top floor, a high-rise terrace apartment the size of a condo taking up the entire floor except for the grand, two-door-entrance. He knocked on the door briskly, his gloved hands somewhat muffled by the pure thickness of the wooden doors.

After a few moments Xovos is greeted by a woman likely only a couple years younger than him, though he had seen pictures, he was taken aback by her beauty for an extended moment. She said something about helping him but it might as well have been a different language for those few seconds. Eventually realizing himself, Xovos bows, though at this point the young goddess was looking at him inquisitively. Xovos spoke for himself, standing straight with a grin, "Mr. Melbourne sent me to present to you this gift, I believe it to be jewelry. May I enter, madame?", Xovos produces forth a small box wrapped in velvet, the woman holds the door open as she steps to the side allowing him to enter with an "Of course". In a different world he might have attempted to bed with her, since they were in fact alone in a gorgeous apartment, but he had a job and he felt like eating something of a delicacy that night. He was led to the kitchen/lounge of the apartment, the woman sitting at the table awaiting for him to present the gift. Xovos ignored the expectations of the mistress, simply handing her the box. As the goddess unwrapped the present, her eyes fixed on the small object in her hands, Xovos muttered "Mrs. Melbourne sends her regards." Placing the muzzle of the barrel belonging to the firearm gently on her temple. She tensed, only for a moment, before the silenced shot went off and her body relaxed. Xovos caught her before she fell out of her chair, searching the room before bandaging the rather beautiful corpse's head. Carrying the woman to her bed, he laid her gently upon the sheets, issuing a prayer before leaving the apartment, closing the doors gently behind him.