[hider=The Eternal Warrior][center][h3][color=f7941d]"Fight on, Warrior of Ur."[/color][/h3] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/76/0a/93/760a93ab73acfa64fe44af4da0c280d7.jpg[/img] [hr] [sup]Ur | Babylon | Hellas | Zhao | Egypt | Macedon | Rome | Rashidun | Byzantium | Francia | Oda | Ottoman | Britain | America[/sup] [h1]The Eternal Warrior[/h1][/center] [center] [b]Birth Name:[/b] Gilad Anni-Padda [b]Age:[/b] Abyssal [b]Powers And Abilities:[/b] [list][*]Immortality: Revived from death by his brothers with a device known as "the Boon", Gilad is immortal, having lived since the times of the city of Ur, thousands of years ago. Gilad's immortality is tied to the Earth itself, and he serves as an agent of her will. Gilad can be temporarily killed through severe enough damage, but will recover within a short period of time, ranging from a matter of moments to four hours if his limbs or head are separated. Gilad is slayable if separated from the Earth. If Gilad were taken to a magical realm, he would not be able to be revived if slain until brought back to Earth. [*]Superior Strength: Thanks to the process that granted him immortality, Gilad is exceptionally physically strong, able to lift up to 2 tons. Gilad isn't the strongest being to exist, but he is one of the most capable of using his strength; in his millennia of fighting, he has come to understand his limits far better than any normal man. [*]Millenia of Fighting Experience: Gilad has been fighting for longer than almost every other currently living creature has been breathing. If there is a weapon, Gilad knows how to use it, if there is something that doesn't work as a weapon, Gilad will find a way to use it as one. [*]Legendary Cooking Ability: Gilad has eaten of the cuisines of most every culture to ever exist, and has combined aspects of each to form a palette enjoyable to pretty much every person on the planet who enjoys eating. [*]Impossible Alcohol Tolerance: A side effect of immortality, Gilad can survive amounts of alcohol that would kill the average man, and it takes a truly legendary amount to get him any more than tipsy. One of his favorite party tricks is to drink a full bottle of rubbing alcohol. [*]Astonishing Actor: Gilad has had centuries to imitate and combine accents, gestures, gaits, and quirks, to the point where he can disguise himself effectively from a person who had just spoken to him without actually disguising in the slightest. He knows exactly what pose to take at the exact right time, no matter the situation.[/list] [b]Origin And Backstory:[/b] A soldier of the City of Ur, Gilad Anni-Padda was the youngest child of three brothers. Always a rambunctious youth, Gilad proved to be an absolute terror to everyone around him as a soldier, often drunk and violent, and rarely just simply violent. He always meant well, but his drunkenness cost his family and city more often then it benefited them. And when combined with his even more prone to drunkenness brother Aram? Well, it was a miracle Ur survived as long as it did. Ur's fall came during an attack by an army of mystical creatures from every part of a magician's handbook. In a glorious battle, Gilad was slain. His brother, Ivar, ever the minder to his younger siblings, discovered Gilad's body. Overcome with grief, he used his magical abilities to transfer he and Aram to a realm beyond the normal. After a long and arduous journey, the two brothers discovered a device, "the Boon", so it was called, that according to the shamans, would be capable of raising the dead. Ivar activated it immediately, and was overtaken with a flash of light. He and Aram would be tossed into the timestream itself, and though Aram would eventually be deposited in the modern age, just as immortal as his younger brother, Ivar would be sent careening through time, only staying in one period for short periods of... well, time. In the material plane, a flash of light appeared in the center of Ur. In a moment, what remained of the city was turned to ruins in a moment, but Gilad was reborn. Connected to the Earth itself through an intermediary known as the "Geomancer", Gilad became the planet's strongest soldier. Gilad has fought on battlefields from Gettysburg to Nagashino, ever the heroic figure saving the day at the last moment. In between battles, he gets into petty fights and slays the odd monster, never existing as far as the modern world is concerned, but always having his presence felt. [b]Supporting Characters:[/b] [list][*]Aram: Gilad's older brother. A transient who goes by the name Armstrong. Not as talented as Gilad, but far more in tune with new technologies, always looking to the future while his brothers look to the past. [*]Ivar: The eldest of the three immortal brothers, known as "Timewalker". Ivar is stuck travelling through the timestream, though he can exist in one place for long, so long as he avoids dying. He has been known as Ivar "The Boneless" during a particularly long layover in the Middle Ages. [*]Tina Daniels: An 18 year old college student who also happens to be the latest Geomancer, and thus Gilad's link to the Earth. [*]Scheherazade: Wife of Ivar, magus in Egypt who was transported to the modern period by her husband in an attempt to keep the two united.[/list] [b]Sample Post:[/b] "Loose arrows!" the roar of the Spartan cleaved the calm air, and the zipping of arrows swiftly followed. The battle had begun. Gilad leveled his spear and linked his shield with the hoplites beside him as the phalanx slowly began to march. With this, the Persians would be driven into the sea, Greece would be saved, and the terror that the Earth had predicted would never come to be. The hot sun beating down and the splashing of the tide calmed Gilad, and his eyes closed as he marched ever forwards. Forwards... forwards... forwards. This bored him. The phalanx was an effective tactic, but GODS DAMN if it wasn't the most boring thing to be a part of. Even in the middle of a life or death battle, a phalanx was a simple, boring thing. Wait for the enemy to impale himself and thrust the spear every now and again. He could do so much better than this. [hr] "Let's see you do better!" roared Shaggy-Breeches. Apparently he had struck a nerve with the King of the Swedes. Ragnar looked almost about ready to spit up into his beard. Gilad chuckled and tapped at the sword at his belt. [color=aba000]"I probably could you know; I'm not just a pretty, beardless face,"[/color] Gilad said with a mocking smirk that drove the king mad, he knew it. "Then let's see how worthwhile you really are!" Ragnar said, dropping into a combat stance and drawing a blade. Gilad pursed his lips and shook his head. He wasn't quite in the mood. [color=aba000]"Now see, my king, this is your response to everything, get mad and fight. Remember when you went Viking? When you brought wealth in great amounts? Where is that Ragnar?"[/color] Ragnar growled and tossed his sword, which Gilad deftly dodged. "FINE! One last raid, the Angles in their Angle-land, you'll be wealthy, and I won't have to deal with your nonsense!" the king roared, placing special emphasis on the "nonsense" part. Despite the clear rage on Ragnar's face, Gilad couldn't help but smile. [color=aba000]"I simply cannot wait."[/color] [hr] Climb the walls. Climb the walls, flag in hand. All that ran through Gilad's mind was the thought of planting the flag that he so tightly gripped. Explosions sounded all around him, swords clanged as the Turks funneled their way into Constantinople. Gilad felt blood pouring down his chin from an arrow he'd taken in the forehead. He'd be dead if not for the Boon, another reason of thousands to thank its creator should he find him. The top of the walls was in sight. He was so close now, just a little longer. A black shape appeared atop the wall above. A pot, that was swiftly overturned. Unleashing what was sure to be boiling oil. All Gilad could do was hold the flag away, and hope that it wasn't stained. The unbelievable pain from oil meeting skin was tempered by his desire to see the top, his flesh melting off of his bones wasn't enough to stop him, the spears poking through every little slit in the wall, impaling him like he were made of water weren't enough to stop him. He reached the top, much to the shock of the oil-pourer. Gilad took the flag with both hands as arrows and shot entered his body, a soldier drove a sword through his spine, losing grip of his sword as Gilad kept going. With a whip, he pulled the flag in a circle around him, driving soldiers off of the walls and dropping the oil-pourer to the ground. With a mighty yell, Gilad pulled the flag up, and drove the pole through the man's chest. As he collapsed to the ground, Gilad looked up, seeing the first time that the Ottoman flag would fly over Constantinople. [hr] [color=92278f]"Constantinople? Really?"[/color] [color=aba000]"Fine city in its time, not a big fan these days, I hate it when cities ride off of their tourist appeal."[/color] [color=92278f]"Very true brother! Very true!"[/color] Gilad and Aram clinked cups, concurrently taking shots and laughing greedily as the drink met their tongues. Meanwhile, a group of unconscious bikers twitched on the ground in front of them. [/center][/hider]