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[center][i][color=f26522]"Do you have a premonition in you? Do you have a desire for war in you? That is the proof of those who will go on with me."[/color][/i][/center]
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[color=silver][b] ✧Name:[/b][/color] [color=f26522][i]Aesir.[/i][/color]
[color=silver][b] ✧Title:[/b][/color] [color=f26522][i]The The Apotheosis of the Court.[/i][/color]
[color=silver][b] ✧Description:[/b][/color] [color=f26522][i]Immortal World Conqueror. [/i][/color]

[color=silver][b] ✧Appearance:[/b][/color] [color=f26522][i]A man of  great build who is almost never seen without his armor of war. Aesir chooses to style his hair into that of a single braid, weaving it in the distinct pattern of the great snakes and dragons of old. Rumor has it that he has done this in acknowledgement of the goddess Apophis.

His armor takes on hues of red, black and orange while his eyes are a dull gray in coloration; whether this is a sign of age or magical influence, no one knows. Those that perhaps did are no longer among the living. Lastly, he wears a cape that parts into two down the middle, resembling more of a scarf than anything else.[/i][/color]	

[color=silver][b] ✧Magic/Skills/Abilities:[/b][/color] [color=f26522][i]Despite trusting his blade above all else, Aesir still recognizes the usage of magic in this world. Apart from being a masterful swordsman, his focus in magic leans towards the defensive type, able to generate barriers of many kinds and specialties to both himself and his allies. Sometimes they can even be used to trap the enemy, utilizing one of those specialties mentioned such as causing the barrier to explode upon itself for example.

Though Aesier’s most grandiose skill is not any sort of active ability, but rather lies passive. Aesir has obtained complete immortality in his mortal life and thus can never be truly killed; as such, the only method to defeat him is to seal his body and soul away. Or be some sick sadist and just keep killing him until one gets bored.[/i][/color]

[color=silver][b] ✧Inventory/Holdings: [/b][/color] [color=f26522][i]Aesir is usually never seen without his fully-adorned set of armor that does well in protecting him against not only physical attacks, but also magic as well, allowing him to focus all of his efforts through weaponry and brute strength. Furthermore, he possesses a pair of double-sided great swords named Omnia that can be split apart if needed. It is said that when these mighty weapons are swung, they are able to summon forth powerful creatures both wild and strange to assure Aesir of victory. Lastly, he holds a [url=http://i.imgur.com/IN1DiSW.jpg]mask[/url] that does little in battle apart from protecting his face and adding some truth to his myth as the “Masked Berserker”.  

Contrary to popular belief, Aesir is not currently possessing the body of a servant; he is instead in full control of his original body through which his immortality keeps him sustained at the physical appearance of youth. His [url=http://i.imgur.com/2o7neDq.jpg]kingdom[/url] is said to be be coated in a field of concealment that only fools dare to uplift, his forces stretched far and wide within his land. Those under his rule consist of many non-human creatures and those who praise his name and the glory of war. Alongside his rule is his most trusted servant, the Chaos Angel known as Iona.

His personal fortress, which lies in the heart of his kingdom, is said to be a mighty tower that reaches so high it scrapes away the boundary of the heavens and the mortal world below. A constant stream of energy is pulsed out of the tower and aimed upward. In this way, the kingdom is forever protected and concealed, though some hold question that the constant stream of power is perhaps Aesir's attempt to wage war with the divine.[/i][/color]

[color=silver][b] ✧Myth:[/b][/color] [color=f26522][i]Legends tell of a boy reared by man but cursed by the gods who would breathe among the living. A boy whose ambition and thirst for control and power were thought to be signs of ill omen from the divine. Yet man is blind and ignorant as time has proven again and again; before long, the boy was no longer a boy and his desire to conquer had been fully realized in the form of massive armies assembled to his beck and call.

But all things born of this world are destined to end, faded to die, and soon enough, the man was brought before Death’s door. Yet in the twilight of his passing, a god, or a trickster, or a devil of a Court long since forgotten in time, offered unto him the powers with which to cheat Death. Driven by his consumption of power, the man soon took upon his newfound partner’s deal to which he was assured there would be no consequence.

There is always a consequence however, be it manifested through physical, mental, or even spiritual means. The man, now dubbing himself as Aesir in mockery of the gods who failed to end his mortal life, became a being cursed to walk the earth, whose sole purpose was to cause conflict wherever he moved. Neither love nor forgiveness could save him. Now he bathes in the blood of his enemies alone, in a fortress and kingdom thought to be hidden away in a land that lives only in myth.

Or so the stories go. Be it by fate or choice or chance, the Apotheosis of the Court was rustled from his state of dormancy by a being of bitter tidings. A servant of Kil'threx had approached the conquering king in his own throne room, promising a new purpose with the prospect of spreading war in the name of the dark god. With the taste of strife fresh upon his breath, the “Masked Berserker” set off once more to do his duty in causing chaos upon the land.[/i][/color]

[color=silver][b] ✧Personality:[/b][/color] [color=f26522][i]It is no secret that the man named Aesir has an intimate relationship with war and conflict. So much so that many wonder if he is perhaps driven by some goal or pursuit to justify his ways. Yet despite his thirst for battle and strife, there is an air of chivalry surrounding the man. He will not raise a weapon against those without arms; whether it is because he holds pity or sees staining his hand as a waste of time is unknown.

Furthermore, Aesir has no qualms in either watching battle take place or directly joining the front lines himself as he acknowledges the need for both tactics in war. However, if he does take blade in hand, he will fight to the very last and treats every soldier like a son of his own. A father to his men on the battlefield and a king to his subjects in the throne room.[/i][/color]

[hider=Ashes to Ashes] [color=f26522]“War never changes. You humans only think it changes merely because you witness something that forces your mind to reconsider the variables. To recount, to rethink, to do away with strategies and plans. War may have many faces, with new weapons and ever developing powers…but I assure you my friend. War never changes.”[/color]

The patron of conflict and battle himself sat highly upon his throne while the world burned all around him. Literally. The latest army of adventurers had traversed through hell and back to make it this far. To that he had to commend them in their willingness to be slaughtered. 

A great battle had taken place here, ending in conclusion with the bombardment of his castle with spells meant to tear apart the very skies themselves. But here he still sat, unfazed and unconcerned, but no less proud that despite the eons passing by, mankind was still prevalent in their ability to enact war upon each other.

[color=f26522]“You’ve done well to reach my doorstep, but alas, like any pawn, you were destined to fall,”[/color] the immortal continued to monologue to the mound of charred corpses that lay beside his booted feet. [color=f26522]“To think you’d sacrifice yourselves in the efforts of slaying Aesir of the Court among your own bodily shells….a bold move. But ultimately useless against me,”[/color] he said, rising from his now crumbling throne and walking among the living inferno that was his home.

[color=f26522]“Come Iona. We have much to do. The humans have made my blood boil with ecstasy by forcing me to make a new army. My favorite pastime,”[/color] he called out to the ruins of his fortress before melting away into the darkness and smoke. [color=f26522]“Hmm…we’re going to need a new castle. Something resistant to fire this time,”[/color] he muttered to himself.[/hider]

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