[center][hider=Hex] [color=0054a6][b]Name:[/b][/color] Atrius Averna [color=0054a6][b]Nickname:[/b][/color] Hex [color=0054a6][i]“A hex, a curse, call it what you will. A slow death will always be the end.”[/i][/color] [color=0054a6][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] [hider=Appearance][img]http://i1164.photobucket.com/albums/q580/kooley-33/SHADOWJT_zpsb07e1de3.jpeg[/img][/hider] [color=0054a6][b]Class:[/b][/color] Shattering of the Mind [color=0054a6][b]Strengths:[/b][/color] Hex’s proficiency in elemental magic and his experience with a blade and combat in general gives him quite the boon in fighting. Also due to his former occupation he is overly cautious, which can be good or bad depending on the opponent and how unpredictable they are. [color=0054a6][b]Weaknesses:[/b][/color] Hex is essentially a glass cannon. Even with his capability to deal some major damage his body is quite weak. Any heavy hitting enemy that hits him will most likely take him out of a fight. He is also somewhat more lethargic than he was before, making him slightly less effective in melee combat. [color=0054a6][b]The before:[/b][/color] Atrius was trained as a mercenary, trying to follow in the footsteps of his parents who travelled and worked for coin. From a young age he had a blade in his hand and he showed some natural skill. Not all that surprising with the skill of his parents. Atrius was able to see much of the continent and saw many wonderful sights. And in their line of work death was no stranger to the boy, though it never hit close to him. Both of his parents were able to see him grow into a skilled young man. At 20 years of age Atrius set out on his own and wasn’t long until he got his first job, a bodyguarding mission. A young lady of a smaller noble house required protection in an area ripe with bandits. It wasn’t that hard of a trek in the end, a few minor scraps from the occasional attack but in the end no harm befell his charge. In the off time between fights Atrius and the girl began to talk and soon enough they hit it off. After the mission was complete she gave him an offer that he gladly accepted, become her full time bodyguard. It was almost like a fairy tale how things turned out after that. Unfortunately, some fairy tales are tragedies. [color=0054a6][b]The after:[/b][/color] It was 3 years later that the cultists attacked. They burned down the town that Atrius and his soon to be wife lived in and captured many people. Atrius, due to his skill in combat, drew special attention from them. At first they had attempted to break his body. They tried all manner of torture and pain but he stayed strong enough, years as a mercenary hardened him enough. The damned cultists realized that they had to switch tactics. They shackled him to the wall and he did nothing but scowl. That is, until they brought someone else. Dragging her by the hair they brought the woman Atrius loved into the room. After a ceremony which the poor man was forced to watch they sacrificed her to their damnable god. Atrius’ mind was shattered and he knew nothing but pain in that moment, he had been begging them to stop, tried to offer his life instead. But to no avail. Atrius cried like he never had before, he was broken and now he was tired. So very tired… And then he awoke. With magical powers the shackles binding him were destroyed almost instantly. Slowly he rose to his feet, his body lethargic. Using ice and wind he slaughtered both the innocent and the guilty, extinguishing the torchlight and leaving the place covered in a shroud of darkness. Atrius never wanted to accept becoming a Herald, but he served the Gleeful Eclipse nonetheless. He wanted others to feel this pain. And he held, somewhere in his heart, this false hope he could retrieve her soul. [/hider][/center]