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Soturi: Death of a King

Hello. Is there room for one more to join?

Four Winds

Here is the character I made for consideration whenever Scio returns.

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Name: Noxian “Nox” Greymane
Age: 17
Appearance:
Personality: Nox is a boy who was forged within the realm of crime and corruption. He has lived in the shadows for most of his developmental years and has become very accustomed to it. He finds solace in the dark and tight spaces of the city, and becomes uncomfortable in vulnerable wide open spaces. He is an extremely hard worker who strives to reach every goal he sets, no matter how improbable it may be. This is the main reason he has fostered a strong sense of competition in his soul, and it becomes very obvious when someone challenges his competency in his craft.
Often seen as a Lone Wolf among his peers, Nox never really had any friends. In fact, the closest thing he ever got to a friend was his temporary partnership with Axel Stonewright, and that was very short-lived. Nox was never against the idea of having a friend, but when you live in the underbelly of the world, trust and friendships were few and far between.
Nox seems like a cold and calculated person. A boy who doesn’t let the world easily affect his emotions, but this a far from the truth. His emotions are raw and untamed, made even more so from his most recent betrayal. He does his best to hide what he feels behind a mask of neutrality and indifference, but the people who can see past his façade know otherwise.

History:Noxian Greymane was born as Adam Woodburl into a small middle class family in New York. Adam was too little to remember, but for the first several years of his life, he was happy. That all changed when his parent decided to become the leaders of a movement against certain corrupt politicians. These corrupt politicians then forged tall tales and twisted stories about his parents, Soon enough, Adam and his family were ridiculed and persecuted by the blind masses, and their good reputation slowly slipped away. Adam’s father coped with alcohol, while his mother receded into her mind like a shell. Adam, at the age of 6, was still too young to understand the severity of what was going on, but he knew something was wrong. The days and months passed, and Adam’s family name was pulled through the mud and back. His parents lost their jobs, they were thrown out of their house, and everyone treated them like trash. It wasn’t long after this that thugs, hired by the corrupt politicians his parents tried to fight against, came for them. His mother and father were brutally beaten and killed for their misgivings to the Thugs’ employers, and even Adam could not escape their fists and knives. After multiple hours of being brutally beaten and tortured, Adams captures left him in the middle of the alley to slowly bleed to death.

It was then that Mallek Black found Adam’s unconscious body. Seizing the opportunity, Mallek took the dying boy away, deeper into the city. When Adam next awoke he was, bandaged head to toe, in a bed. It was there that Mallek Black introduced himself as the leader of a criminal organization known as the Black Rose and gave the boy a choice, become Mallek’s apprentice as an assassin and join the Black Rose organization, or be sold off into slavery. Adam chose the former. Now the apprentice of a self-proclaimed assassin extraordinaire, Adam begun his training as a shadow in the night.

Adam spent five years training under Mallek, learning the ins and outs of being an assassin. One of the first things that Mallek made Adam do was to change his name. Mallek’s reasoning was that a new name, combined with his new lifestyle, would make Adam very hard to trace among the sea of faces that exist in everyday life. Adam, not know what to call himself, left it to Mallek to choose his name. Mallek spent only a few minutes before settling on Noxian Greymane. Adam agreed to the new name, and from that day on, only replied to someone calling him Noxian or Nox. After the name change came the real training for Nox. He first had to learn how to survive in combat, and Mallek spent many months teaching Nox how to use a variety of weapons. Guns, swords, daggers, needles, bo staff, nunchucks, chakrams, and even a wide spread of poisons were just a few of the weapons that Nox learned how to wield. Nox preferred using daggers and needles as they were easily concealed under and in his clothes, but he knew that guns and swords were essential weapon of the battlefield and became the most proficient with them. After he was proficient with every weapon that Mallek could ever think of, it was time for Nox to learn how to conceal himself and learn to move in the shadows. Nox spent many months mastering the art of hiding one’s presence as well as the art of moving through and over obstacles quickly and efficiently. When his physical training was done, Nox was a lean, mean fighting machine that focused on agility, dexterity, and technique to take down his sparring partners.

After his five grueling years of training, it was time for Nox to become initiated into the Black Rose. The initiation ritual was quite simple really. You would take an assignment of your craft and complete it. Nox, although physically ready, was nervous. He had never killed a person before, but his nervousness disappeared when he found out what assignment Mallek had chosen for him. His first target was a corrupt politician making moves in the underworld that would eventually throw The Black Rose into disarray. One of the same politicians that were responsible for destroying his family. Nox took little time to prepare for his mission and went on his way. He was to complete this assignment alone, and Mallek shadowed the young assassin only as a spectator to the young talent.

Breaking into the man’s penthouse suite was easy enough for Nox. He had to climb up 20 stories on the outside of a hotel, but he figured it would be easier than trying to fight through a small army of security detail and guards, foolishly protecting the politician. Nox slipped through a hole he made in the window, and slowly crept his way through room after room of the large suite. Soon enough Nox found himself standing over the slumbering man, wrapped in the fine silken blankets of the hotel. His heart was racing at the time and many thoughts passed through his mind at the time, but the only thought that didn’t cross his mind was if he was able to take a life. He already knew that answer. The man stirred in his bed and opened his eyes. His eyes were in a haze, but they quickly cleared as they noticed the young intruder. The man opened his mouth to scream, but Nox was too quick for him. In a single fluid motion, Nox pulled out his dagger and dragged it across the man’s jugular with extraordinary precision. Nox then watched as the light slowly faded from the politician’s eyes. Nox stood there, taking in the reality of what he had just done. He wasn’t panicked or scared. He was excited and happy. Happy to have finally gain vengeance on his family.

After that night Nox was a full-fledged member of The Black Rose and went on countless solo mission across the world to assassinate high priority targets for the highest bidder. Most were just corrupt business men and politicians, but there were a few targets that Nox didn’t quite understand. He never asked any question though. Noxian Greymane became a name to be feared among criminals of the world, and Nox relished in the fact. It was maybe three years after his first assignment that Nox met his soon to be partner in crime Axel Stonewright. Axel was only a few years older than Nox, and was already the top conman the organization had ever known. Axel was responsible for many people losing their retirement funds, and pensions under false claims and promises, and no one ever could figure out who the culprit was in the end. Axel and Nox over the months realized that they could use each other’s specific skill sets to their advantage, and that was how the partnership was born. They were the most successful duo in The Black Rose, at least until Axel got caught and killed in a routine con. After Axel’s death, Nox swore to never take on a partner in crime again, and thus became the Lone Wolf of the Black Rose.

A year later, Nox’s powers began to manifest. It started small as the shadows flickered and moved as he moved through them, but as time went by, his powers became more noticeable and profound. Nox never really thought that his newfound powers were a bad thing as they allowed him to become even more efficient at his craft, but he failed to recognize the hate and fear the other members of the Black Rose began to harbor against him. Soon enough, Nox headed out on what seem like a standard assassination job. He thought nothing of the vague circumstances surrounding the details, but it became apparently clear when he reached the targets location. It was a trap. Police and guards quickly surrounded him before Nox could realize what had happened. He was caught. Unlike Axel, Nox was arrested and taken into custody. This is where he would be convicted for multiple counts of murder and sent to a high security prison.

While he was prison, Nox was tortured. He was beaten and whipped on a regular basis and multiple inmates attempted to take advantage and kill the young assassin. Although he couldn’t retaliate against the guards, he made sure any inmates that dared to take his life were either killed or horribly maimed after the fact. This often resulted in Nox being sent to the prisons famed isolation chambers. It was in the prison that Nox received his letter from Four Winds Academy. He was intrigued by the invitation and decided that he would attend. A week later Nox escaped from the High Security Prison and disappeared into the night. He wasn’t worried about the authorities chasing him as he had to fake his death in order to escape the prison. So he was to begin his life anew again.

Skills: Swordplay, Mixed Martial Arts, Gun Handling, Dagger handling, Needles, Poisons, Exotic Weapons Training, Parkour, Stealth Tactics, and Sewing.

Magic: You've been blessed with an ability.

• Name: Shadow Singularity
• Type: Manipulation
• Description: Nox can control shadows by giving them physical shape and form. This can be used to cloak himself in shadows in order to avoid detection, and can also be used to create tools and weapons that he requires at the time. He can also meld himself into the shadows to travel long distances as long as the shadows are connected by more shadows. Although the ability is very versatile, it has its limitations. One such limitation is that Nox cannot create shadows. He can only use the shadows in near proximity and they must be within eyesight. It also takes intense focus and concentration to maintain constant control over the shadows. The strain is lessened if he gives the shadows he controls a specific shape and keeps them that way. He also cannot create an object bigger than the shadow he is controlling. If he is using the shadow of a stapler, he cannot make an object bigger than a stapler.

Inventory: A Katana, a cloak with needles sewn into it, an empty revolver, and moderately advanced chemistry set.

Theme Song:

Four Winds

@Lord of Evil Okay, I will. Thanks for the heads up.

Four Winds

Hello. Is there any slots open for this?

Gate ( Modern day world linked with a Medieval fantasy world )

I'm in! I loved Gate and have been looking for a interest check with even a remotely close concept. So, yay.

Ragnarok: Gods Descending

Gah. Why did she have to cry. Anytime a pretty girl cries in an anime or a rp, I feel compelled to somehow mitigate it. I blame you @PyroDash888. I had this whole post planned out and then she cried......Joking! I am really just trying my hardest to somehow use the "We'll go get Ice Cream afterwards" cliche in this conversation somehow.

(Super tired. Sorry if my poor attempt at humor seems a little weird.)

Oh! To answer you question before you write it....Of course, the ice cream will have sprinkles.

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Rexton Briar

Rexton listened to Reether rant towards the girl about the importance of not being alone. He agreed with him on most things, but he did think he went a little hard on her. She was obviously disturbed by what he was saying. She hid her face under her hood and was obviously hiding her tears. Rexton felt bad for her. Reality is a cruel mistress, and everyone must face it at some point. Rexton looked at her and said with a sympathetic smile, "Hey. I understand what you feel, and your parents aren't actually wrong. It's just that in these times, surviving needs to be our top priority, and that means we have to rely on people we don't trust. Your not the only who has lived alone and fought alone. I was a lone wolf for quite a few years too, and there are some more people that I know who have similar backgrounds. We all have come to the realization that, even though we want or feel like we need to be alone, it is best to surround ourselves with comrades," He turned away from her stared at the bar top, "I'm not asking you to trust me or those around you. I'm asking you to not be afraid to rely on the people you were told not to trust. It is what's needed to survive this bloody Apocalypse." He said with his smile now gone. Hopefully that had a positive effect. He wasn't overly good at being social. He was always the social outcast in his pack when they were still alive.

It was then that Bella came over and asked if he wanted something to eat. Rexton turned to her, his smile now returned, and said with a toothy grin, "Yea! I wouldn't mind a plate of your finest Biscuits n' Gravy! I love that stuff." Food always made Rexton feel better. He then turned back to Aurora and smiled, "I'll be hanging around here for a bit. If your feeling better and are up to it, I will be happy to help you gather some materials a little later. I think I saw an old destroyed blacksmiths workshop an hours walk out of the West gate. You may be able to find some of the tools you need there. It will be a good way to get you mind off of things." His tail started to visibly sway back and forth as he waited eagerly for her to respond. It seemed that her first day in the city wasn't going too well, and that she might need a friend. Even if it was only for a couple of hours. He hated seeing good people be sad.

Ragnarok: Gods Descending

K! I posted. Sorry it took me so long. A simple meeting to fix some costumes somehow ended up with us all working on our costume for most of the night. Anywho, I'm sorry if my post isn't too good. I still haven't gone to bed yet, and felt I needed to at least put something up before I crashed.

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Rexton Briar

Rexton watched as the girl fell to the floor and accidentally revealed her fox ears. He wasn't too stunned. He still couldn't sense any form of lycan blood running through her veins, but that didn't mean it wasn't possible. He had seen a lot of weird things while he was living alone on the fringes of society. It wasn't until the woman with red eyes spoke to him, that he realized that the reason she panicked and fell was because of his appearance. He was just about to apologize to the girl, but the owner of the bar charged in. He complained about a few things, but Rex never really payed attention to him. He like the mystery drinks he would get, and a lot of the time they were good. Rexton turned to Magnus and answered him as the owner continued to talk, "I mean there is only one way to find out, now isn't there?" Rex smiled at the dwarf in red armor.

The owner just got done talking, and the fox girl decided to reveal her ears and even her tail to the people of the bar. Rexton listened to the girl as she explained herself to the owner and those around her. He hadn't seen anyone with mutations before, but he didn't have time to really process that fact as the girl explained that some priests may want to execute her because of her mutations. That left a very bad taste in Rex's mouth and he visibly tensed up when the girl finished talking. "That ain't right," He said and his smile now gone, "Killing someone because of features they were born with. I don't care what they say, that's wrong. I mean people should be judged by how they act and not how they look," He took a breath and then continued, "I won't stand for something like that. Killin' you will do nothing but sate a cruel mans desire to get back at the world we live in. If you ask me, he should be the one executed," He shook his head and his smile now returned, "But that's just me rambling. I'm sorry my appearance startled you, miss. If you do find yourself in trouble because of your appearance. or for any reason really, don't be afraid to seek me out. Most of the hunters around the city know me, and how to get a hold of me. So don't be afraid to flaunt those beautiful little ears and tail you have there. They are what make you, you. Should be no reason to hide them, and I don't think the owner of this fine establishment minds them. Discrimination really isn't his thing." He said as he looked at the girl. Another girl spoke to the group, and Rexton politely waved at her in return. He thought he talked enough and decided to just listen to the group for a few more seconds.

Ragnarok: Gods Descending

I will have my post up by tomorrow. It has been pretty hectic for me and will be for the next few weeks until after Salt Lake Comicon. Costumes and planning for a large group is a pain in the butt. So if I am late on some simple posts, that is the reason why.