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[u]M Y T H O L O G Y[/u]
Luther's conception was when a highly esteemed knight from the Nirlos Kingdom, nearly fifty thousand years ago, raped a young woman in one of its countless civil wars. The rape left the woman deeply shamed and damaged, and upon Luther's birth in a roadside tavern, she died. He was taken in by the tavern's owner, a rough and callous man who instead of parenting Luther, decided to beat him endlessly. For seventeen long years, Luther knew nothing but the pain of his father's fists and the constant reminder how nobody ever wanted him, and that he was nothing more than a waste of energy and space.

Yet, despite his ill fortune, Luther had a uniquely positive attitude towards life that he held tightly onto in his early years. He grew up as an underfed child,  learning to sneak and steal food while his father was unaware, and it was in his early years that he learned the subtle tricks of slight of hand and distraction. It was in his father's beatings that he learned the art to block hits in ways that would only leave superficial damage. However, all that damage had left a mark on the young Luther. As he grew into a young adult, he saw himself inflicting the same damage that would befall him onto other youths his age, and in turn his father would beat him for beating them. The cycle continued circulating itself until at the age of seventeen, Luther killed his first individual. 

The fact that he had killed another individual didn't sit well with him at all, and he found his nights were always haunted with images of the young man he slew, so much so, that he could barely sleep. Several months later, he decided he would take whatever little belongings he had and leave his father to his miserable, and when he stepped outside the tavern, he promised himself he wouldn't become like the man who raised him, that he would become a better man, and a better human. He decided he would start with a smile, as his father constantly wore a scowl, and traveled away from his home where he met people across all walks of life. He found that his smile would open people up to him almost instantly, and it wasn't uncommon for him to spend many hours with a stranger listening to their life tales, or helping them with their difficulties. Within a year, he left the kingdom of his birth and found himself in the city state of Boelor. The place, he found, was a city with a great divide among the rich and the poor, and since he had next to nothing himself, he found himself living in the poorest, dirtiest part of the city.

It wasn't for naught however. He found that the officers and guards of the city were similar to the man who raised him, and since the people were weaponless and had no way of defending themselves, he developed the seed of what would later become the Path of Heavenly Fists. He taught the crude fighting style to the people in an effort to help them defend themselves; little did he know of the severity of their suffering and their strong desire for vengeance. With their new strength the poor of Boelor rose in riots against the Grand Master and the Ruling Council, despite Luther's council against such a thing, and the streets of the city state flooded with the blood.

Ashamed of what he had caused, Luther left the city and in his grief for causing the murder of thousands, he became blind. He promised himself then that he would never teach others to fight in order to kill or harm others, but rather to defend themselves against their oppressors.

One morning, several years after the incident, Luther was found by a monk of Ivorine, the god of peace and tranquility, and was taken to the grand temple in the Hirrlow plains. Luther quickly adopted the methods of Ivorine's teachings, and soon became the Head of the Temple, where he would often help the dispossessed and the needy from nearby cities. It was also during this time that Luther fully developed his Path of Heavenly Fists and taught the fighting style to the younger monks. However, he was careful to teach them the Path was a method to get closer to Ivorine and should never be used to harm or for personal gain, except in defense. The students took to the lessons, and took the Seven Vows of Peace when they mastered the martial art.

For several more years, Luther knew true peace and tranquility. Teaching the younger monks, and honing his fighting skill, and living in the temple gave him a happiness that he had not felt before in his life. But that happiness would not last. A young boy from a nearby city came and warned him that the Nirlos Kingdom was coming towards their lands and as news spread that the monks were fighters, the city was requesting their aid. Luther refused to take part in the war and told the boy that their fight was their own problem. Over the next few days, Luther's mind was plagued with the boy's message of Nirlos's forces planning to besiege the nearby city, and although he wanted to take no part in it, he knew that his martial arts was for the protection and defense against those who couldn't defend themselves, and that he was required to do something about it.

When he decided that he would help the city, after a month of meditation, the city was in the middle of a siege and Luther decided that he would go out alone to spare the lives of the younger monks, knowing full well that he could handle the army Nirlos sent. He first went into the besieged city to talk the Governor to pull back his men so that none of them would be harmed, then left from the city's eastern gate where he came face-to-face with the army and asked for parley. He talked with the commander of the army, and asked for his surrender, but when he was met with hostility, Luther unleashed the full potential of the Path of Heavenly Fists and singlehandedly fought the entire army and defeated them. Luther became a hero to the city overnight and his victory over Nirlos spread to the kingdom itself, and although they didn't believe a single man defeated an entire army, the king sent a massive force of fifty thousand men to destroy the temple.

When the news reached Luther, he was overcome with grief. His actions would once again lead to the death of those he cared for and taught. Deciding to act against Nirlos, he took a dozen of the greatest fighters from the temple and he met the Nirlos's forces in battle. Although they were an incredibly small number, their skill in the martial arts and discipline in Heavenly Magic allowed them to decimate most of the fifty thousand that met them, but the number was still too great, and the challenge too grand. Luther was slain in the battle, but his death caused such a ripple effect.

Tales of his prowess spread like wildfire, how he defeated a single legion alone with only a dozen men behind him. The people of the Hirrlow plains were the most affected, and they gathered together to defeat Nirlos with the monks from the temple offering their help, and within several decades they became an autonomous Kingdom of itself with the Seven Vows of Peace as it's tenets and the monks acting as advisors to the kings. The Temple of Ivorine grew at an alarming rate afterwards and they began to indoctrinate the Path of Heavenly Fists and the strict discipline that followed the martial arts onto their monks; and as the centuries passed by, the legend of Luther grew with it. It has become common among the monks of Ivorine and the people who know of Luther to say that he was taught the Path by Ivorine himself. It was also a common legend that he was a man who sought to bring peace to the world after being commanded to do so by Ivorine and never truly died until he had completed the mission, going under different disguises after every "death". Some even claimed that he was Ivorine come into mortal form to bring peace to the world. Despite the different views of Luther's legend, all agree that it was his Seven Vows of Peace that laid the foundation to the peace that Ansus had experienced of late. 

[u]A P P E A R A N C E[/u]
Although records show Luther as a very tall, clean shaven man with shoulder-length brown hair, and green eyes, with a very well muscled body and little blemishes, the truth is that Luther was only average in height, and mostly bald with an incredibly large and thick ponytail that he wrapped around himself like a necklace in the common fashion of monks of that era and had a small beard rimming his face. He also had tattoos on the right side of his upper body that reached and covered his arms entirely along with faded scars on both his face and upper body. As clothing, he is depicted wearing common Ivorine monk robes, of black and orange tiered robes. However, he was mostly bare chested, seeing that the old-styled robes of his era were too constricting for the Path of Heavenly Fists, and only wore black pants with an orange sash going down the middle. One thing stands true about him above all the other assumptions: he is incredibly muscular. Years of life surviving on the road by himself and developing the Path of Heavenly Fists have left him lean with strong and very compact and thick muscles so much so that nearly every fiber could be seen on the skin. 

[u]A B I L I T I E S / E Q U I P M E N T[/u]
Many rightfully consider Luther to be a fighting genius. Although believed that it was taught to him by Ivorine, he has developed the very complex martial arts of the Path of Heavenly Fists by himself by observing nature and the way things moved throughout his many travels, and it was in these travels and development of the Path that he learned to unlock the inner magic within the body that he called Heavenly Magic, which allowed his strikes to be far stronger than they normally would be. Luther also found that the Heavenly Magic was a very aggressive sort of magic that sought to take control over his mind, and he would thus spend hours in meditation to control the power within him, and upon mastering it when he became the Grand Monk, he found that his strikes became only more powerful, strong enough to kill a fully armored knight with a well-placed blow. Because he's blind, he wears the Sash of Sight around his eyes, a red sash with a golden pendant in the center; and although they don't allow him to see, they give him incredibly heightened senses added to the compensation his body made for his blindness, allowing him to "see" with echolocation. 

[u]A G E  O F  L E G E N D [/u]
Fifty thousand years ago.
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