[hider=Rancor Opperen] [centre] [img]http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/dynastywarriors/images/b/ba/Zhuran-dw8.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/480?cb=20140311141941[/img] "He smiles, yes, but I know that he hates those monarchs for making his life miserable. He is duty bound to keep them alive, but I assure you, the moment the tables are turned, he will turn his own blade against their throats." Name : Rancor Opperen : Age : 21 : Race : Blessed Human : Role & Kingdom : Personal Servant of the Monarchs of Michael : Ability & Weapon : Mitotic Override : - When he was blessed by the angel, Rancor's cells mutated into rapidly dividing proportions. These cells, as Rancor dubbed, the Covenant, are located everywhere in his body, both internally and externally. By itself, the mutated cells merely provide increased regeneration and self-healing for Rancor. This means that the servant heals at a faster rate than a normal human. Severed limbs and major injuries can take days and even weeks to heal; the former can only be regenerated after a week depending on the extremity amputated. However, the main feature of the Mitotic Override is the ability of his flesh and blood to heal a person. If an individual bites Rancor's skin, the cells transfer to his/her body, providing additional self-healing capabilities-- the cells soon die afterward since they can only survive in Rancor's system. The most effective healing method is for the person to fully consume a piece of Rancor's skin, or to fully drink a portion of his blood. Just because Rancor can regenerate lost body parts, does not mean that he can survive if his head is cut off, or if he is blown into pieces. Since the cells are produced in the pericardium and in the hypothalamus, ripping out the heart or the brain can cause him to die. : Dagger Mastery : - Mostly learned through his kitchen cutting and dicing skills as well as a training from a friend in the military, Rancor is adept in the art of knives and daggers. He prefers a more defensive stance with the dagger in an icepick grip whilst the edge is pointed to the right. His right arm is also extended as his body folds tightly with his left hand covering his right shoulder. In his standard uniform, he conceals two of his daggers in his belt. However, Rancor rarely told anyone about his talent for knife-play, and he assumed that not even his lieges know of his ability which was bestowed to him by an angel. He prefers it that way, though. After all, with less expectations comes less responsibilities. : First-aid Knowledge : - As a servant, Rancor needed to be acquainted with basic first-aid, apothecary, herbal medicines, and the like. He is no doctor, though, and his limit is often reached on major wounds. As such, he resorts to his Mitotic ability to save lives when the need arises. : Refined Cooking and Waiting Skills : - Taught by the finest cooks in the kingdom, Rancor is able to whip out the delicacies that his lieges prefer. He is also adept in the kitchen, being able to manage the heat with precision and timing without breaking a sweat. He is also a fan of tea and confections which he often makes under the guise of giving it to the monarchs, only for Rancor to consume it himself. His training under the castle's finest servants also made Rancor into the diligent and responsible servant he is now. From waiting on his masters to reminding them of their tasks, he is one of the kingdom's finest servants to date. Biography : Being born in the slums of the kingdom had its perks as well. One, a person born in the slums matures faster and learns more about the real world at a pace not even the smartest of the scholars in the castle can live up to. Two, you learn to live and die by the blade. The barbaric environment of the slums in Erekon proved to be an arena for those who wished to survive, because there were only two ways to get out of the slums: garnering the attention of a military officer, so that you can be sent to the castle for training, or you smuggle yourself out. In this desolated place, people displayed their full prowess in front of the guards in hopes of being sent for training, but not one was chosen for more than a decade. Rancor, the eldest of a family of five, observed these fights because he already had a plan to bring his paralyzed father, sickly mother, and twin baby sisters out of the hellhole that was Erekon. As he reached maturity, all his training led up to this moment when he stood in front of a burly man twice his size. He had prayed to the high heavens to grant him this mercy, to deign in answering his silent litanies and odes. And, by the angels, he wouldn't lose. He couldn't accept just standing still in life, because those who just stood in life are the ones who run from death. As a matter of fact, never did Rancor stay still. As he faced off against the brute, a minute into the bout, Rancor was sent reeling through the air as he sustained a broken rib and arm. The crowd jeered and cheered for the brute as he towered over Rancor like how the moon eclipsed the earth. Instantly, memories of his family rotting in Erekon surged in his mind, prompting Rancor to send, for the last time, a plead to the skies above to grant him deliverance. And, as if time stood still, a figure, clad in the whitest garment he had ever seen, hovered over the boy. It was an angel, and a beautiful one at that. Not even the most precious of gems and coins held a candle to this angel, and with but a few words, a deal was sealed. Instantly, a runic mark, a thorny serpent coiling around a bloody rose, was inscribed on his abdomen. All his injuries regenerated, and as Rancor bolted forward and pierced the man with his own dagger, his fate was also sealed. The officer, awed at the sight of a man regenerating broken bones in a matter of seconds, immediately sent for Rancor (who requested his family to be moved as well) to the wealthier part of the kingdom. He intended Rancor to be a soldier, but when his regeneration abilities lessened over time, the boy had a difficult time keeping up with the army's rigorous training. Instead, Rancor was assigned to household and sanitary duties like cleaning the barracks and the like. His industriousness and hard work earned the praise of common men, but for soldiers like him, they only sneered at his weakness. One of the officers intended to relieve Rancor of his duty, and send him back to Erekon. After all, if they wanted a cleaning person, they could just hire from the castle cleaners. However, the same officer who took in Rancor saw another potential in the child. The good officer confronted Rancor with this discovery, and warned him of the impending send-off if he doesn't shape up. Thus, Rancor revealed to the officer the real extent of his abilities of helping others. The officer realized that while Rancor might not be an effective soldier, he still possessed abilities that could benefit the monarchs' safety with his power. Instead of sending him back to Erekon, the officer recommended for Rancor to be a servant in the castle, and he should work his way up. And, he would earn his own keep. Rancor started at the bottom, cleaning up messes wherever they were, and doing the filthiest of cleaning duties until his superiors felt easier around him. Thus, as Rancor ascended to the role of a servant for the monarch, he still bears a deep gratitude to the divine powers for the aid they had provided. At the moment, Rancor operates as one of the monarch's personal servants, catering to their commands, wishes, and needs with utmost precision and quality. But, still, his bitterness and 'wit-of-tongue' against the very monarchs he served are still evident to this day. Up to now, Rancor couldn't fathom why these royals couldn't spare a look of mercy for those who were suffering outside the castle's cold parapets of stone. Song : Solemn Hour : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4h1wciz45o [/centre] [/hider] [hider=Caymdahr Mellurium Fairchild] [centre] [img]http://data.whicdn.com/images/217304863/large.jpg[/img] "The King moves with every decision being strategically chosen, because he knows that he is betting everything on the line with all the fatal mistakes he committed. He takes in the sins of the people as his own, because he is Gabriel, and Gabriel is him. Through it, he is connected with everyone in the kingdom, and everyone in the kingdom to him." [h3][color=8dc73f]Name[/color][/h3] Caymdahr Mellurium Fairchild, the Immortal Son [h3][color=8dc73f]Age[/color][/h3] Physical age, 15; Real age, 45 [h3][color=8dc73f]Race[/color][/h3] Cursed Human-- afflicted by the demon, Baranur. [h3][color=8dc73f]Role & Kingdom[/color][/h3] King of Gabriel [h3][color=8dc73f]Ability & Weapon[/color][/h3] Immortality's Folly - After being cursed by Baranur, the potential years that the king and queen of Michael were supposed to live through were inflicted upon Caymdahr, causing him to be younger by 30 years. Thus, the curse entails that whenever Caymdahr would kill anyone outside of the rules of war (assassination, executions, etc...) whether direct or indirect, will cause that person's potential years of life to be deducted from his current age. Hence, if Caymdahr's current age is 50, and he executes a thief with a potential lifespan of 30 years, then, his current age will be deducted by 30, causing him to have the physical age of 20 (mental and emotional maturity remains). While good to think about at first glance, Caymdahr soon learned of the disasters this curse could bring. In his current age of 15, if he kills someone with a potential span of even 16 years, he could be reduced to that of a wailing infant which is disastrous for the throne (not to mention that he needs to hit puberty again). Of course, he is doomed to forever watch his loved ones die while he continues to age at a slower rate. Swordsmanship - Caymdahr is a trained swordsman as was tradition for every monarch to be under the tutelage of one of the best knights in the kingdom. He favors a shortsword which he hangs from his waist. He can easily hold his own against a single opponent, but he can be outmatched through numbers and wit. However, at his current physique, he has laughable strength as compared to other warriors. [h3][color=8dc73f]Biography[/color][/h3] The bloodline of the Fairchilds took much residence in the long line of monarchs who ruled Gabriel from its genesis to its current state. The rulers of Gabriel believed in the motto of 'Utter Surety', and as such, their lifestyle revolved around taking responsibility for the actions of one of their own. When Tenebris, Caymdahr's father, succeeded the throne the old man was plagued with dreams of how the kingdom of Michael would soon sunder the world under their hubris, and these visions continued to haunt the king until his deathbed. At his solemn and final moments, Tenebris called his son to his side, and revealed to him the terrors that siphoned at the king's health until his entire body fell under stress and trauma. Tenebris recalled of how the monarchs of Michael, when left to their own devices, would soon bring the world under to its knees due to utter hubris and pride. As the king breathed his last, the same visions began to haunt Caymdahr as his next few years on the throne became a vicious cycle of waking up in the middle of the night, plagued by dreams, and even faltering in the middle of political affairs due to the stress. Even though his wife supported him throughout the ordeal, the night terrors gnawed at his being until Caymdahr could sustain no more-- his sanity teetered on the edge of snapping, and he would be damned before he let himself die in the same way as his father. He believed in utter surety, and he would bear the grunt of the deed that he would soon command his men to do. On the eve before the festival of peace, where the kingdoms' defenses were at its slackest, Caymdahr sent his best assassins to the land of Michael under the guise of a celebratory dinner between the two kingdoms' Alliance Library-- the largest sanctum of knowledge in the land. As the night waned by, the crimson stains of the Michael monarch's painted the sky as the visions that plagued the Gabriel monarch vanished into nothingness. However, the alliance between the two kingdoms was eradicated as Caymdahr prepared himself for the inevitable war that was to come. He would take responsibility for this war, and he would make sure to win. He believed himself on the side of good, and by the gods, he believed in his father's prophecy. Then, one fateful night, a demon, Baranur, visited Caymdhar and revealed to him the truth: Baranur had been the one who sent the visions to Tenebris, and all of these events was part of the demon's tapestry of plans. Caymdahr, aghast, asked Baranur whether Michael's tyranny was true, to which, the demon replied that he would soon know in the future. However, because he, on a whim, set forth a war that could tear the earth asunder, Caymdahr was cursed with the demon's spite-- an immortal's folly. Since the king failed to appreciate the life that he took, then, he would bear the brunt of those severed lives by living them in his own lifetime. All of this was Baranur's plan to curse one of the highest ranking officers in the land. But, Baranur would not meddle much in Gabriel's affairs for he believed that everything would be revealed in the future. As such, his essence lives on in a crimson rose that Caymdahr would always carry in his right suit pocket. Caymdahr and Baranur have reached an agreement that if he manages to successfully unify the land under one ruler, then, the curse would be lifted from him. Thus, when a meeting sponsored by Raphael was proposed, Caymdahr took months to ponder on it, and before he knew it, he had accepted. Though his younger looks make it hard for others to take him seriously, Caymdahr moves with precision so that the same curse would not happen again. His strained eyes looks beyond the possibility of forging the alliance between the kingdoms, and instead, envisions the time when the three kingdoms are one under his bloodline. [/centre] [/hider]