[hider=**Avala of Jord**] [center] [h1][b][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200305/d18889c603c139c801dd28bf4001b261.png[/img][/b][/h1] [img]https://www.mobafire.com/images/champion/skins/landscape/udyr-dragon-oracle.jpg[/img] [h1][color=FAEBD7]╚══════════════╝[/color][/h1] [i][color=FAEBD7]"Folding Was Never An Option"[/color][/i] [h3][color=FAEBD7][ [b]Mid 20s, persumably[/b] | [b]6'3"[/b] | [b]Isilra/Human[/b] | [b]205 Pounds[/b] ][/color][/h3] [h1][i][color=FAEBD7][Revenge][/color][/i][/h1] [/center] [h3][u][b] APPEARANCE [/b][/u][/h3] [i][color=FAEBD7]"A man of imposing stature."[/color][/i] [indent][indent]Avala, standing at 6 feet 3 inches, is built more like a bear than man. Born into the harsh North, he learned at a young age that if one was to survive, they have to be stronger than the elements. Thus he trained, and trained, and trained. Taken in by the Winter's Claw, he was put through intense physical and metaphysical trials. Having triumphed through them all, he returns to the known world a changed man.[/indent][/indent] [h3][u][b] PSYCHOLOGY [/b][/u][/h3] [i][color=FAEBD7]"Reserved. A man of focus, and commitment."[/color][/i] [b]MAIN GOAL ⫻[/b] [color=FAEBD7]To seek the truth.[/color]. [b]PHILOSOPHY ⫻[/b] [color=FAEBD7]The world isn't fair. The strong can pick on the meek with little to no consequence.[/color] [b]SECRETS ⫻[/b] [color=FAEBD7]He doesn't believe in keeping secrets[/color] [b]SEXUALITY ⫻[/b] [color=FAEBD7]Heterosexual.[/color] [b]FEARS ⫻[/b] [color=FAEBD7]Losing control of his life.[/color] [h3][u][b] BACKSTORY [/b][/u][/h3] [indent][indent]Not much is known about him prior to his time training with the Winter's Claw. All that is known is that he is rumored to have been born a prince of the Kingdom of Jord (Yord) in Isilra. Their crown jewel, named aptly the Frozen Heart, has been passed down for generations and is rumored to be the frozen heart of a god-like primordial giant. The jewel shone with brilliant light, no matter the surrounding condition. It is rumored to be so cold that prolonged touch can render one's limbs completely frozen. It is also rumored to be the key of re-summoning and thus subjugating the primordial giant. One day, during his youth, it was discovered that he was born on of his clans' [i]Si Xiang[/i]. A shaman-like figure that can invoke the primordial animal spirits. He was in the throne room, like usual, just playing around. He happened to sneak past the guards as he does and entered the Jewel Guard. There it was, the Frozen Heart. He has always been a curious boy and that day his curiosity peaked. He reached for the Frozen Heart, feeling it's call. Upon holding it, the boy felt a sharp cold unlike any he has felt before and his arm slowly turned an unnatural black. The boy was frightened and dropped the jewel. The colors did not return to his arm as he started panicking. Approaching the guards outside the Jewel Guard, he was immediately taking to his father the king, and then to a healer. The healer, tried as they might, could not cure him. His arm remained the same color as the darkest obsidian. When medicine did not help, his parents enlisted the help of spirits. They called upon the high shaman, and she approached the boy. With one look, she knew what had happened. Using her own powers, she channeled the Cloak of the Tortoise into the boy's arm. Color, and function, returned almost immediately. The high shaman then spoke to his parents in private as he recovered. -The boy is special. His arm was black because the Cloak of the great Zhu was coursing though it. He held onto to the Frozen Heart for far too long. His arm should have been frozen to its core. But, alas, it wasn't. If I may be so direct as to suggest you allow him to be trained at The Winter's Claw, it would be of great benefit to the boy, and our Kingdom.- With those words, the high shaman left the palace. His parents were left to contemplate for themselves. Ultimately, they decided that the boy's mana is better left trained. He was sent off into the Northern wastelands, to the home of The Winter's Claw. In the temple, the boy became a man. Training, trials, tests and tribulations were a daily occurrence. In the beginning, he resented his parents for doing this. For sending him from the comforts of the palace to the harsh world. Slowly, he adapted. He learned to live on meager rations. To find sustenance through prayer and to embrace the spiritual world. His body grew strong, and his mind grew sharp. His grasp on the art of invoking the Great Spirit was such that he learned them, one at a time, with relative ease. Understanding their meaning, their principles, and their purpose came naturally to the boy. Through daily prayers and meditations, he opened his mind to the spiritual world, and peering within was all that he needed to be engulfed by it. One day, the grand maester of the temple took him aside and said to him -Pupil, your understanding of the spiritual world is at a point where my words and the words recorded on these tomes can no longer satisfy your hunger for knowledge. You have my permission to enter the inner sanctum, to seek the knowledge you crave. A word of warning. The inner sanctum is unforgiving. One misstep, and you may never be the same.- With those words, the grand maester gather a torrent of mana onto his right fist and sent it towards an unseen doorway. With a shake and a booming echo, a doorway slowly revealed itself to the pair. The grand maester then inhaled a deep breath and revealed his true image. At first, he looked no more than 60 years old, grey as he should be, but otherwise in good physical form and health. However, as his true form is revealed, his warning rang ever more true in the mind of the boy. A weathered, beaten old man, barely a husk of his former self, holding himself together with incredible strain. -Enter, and prepare yourself for the harshest of truths.- Was all that the grand maester said to him. He bowed deeply and strode through the gates. How many years have past? Decades? Centuries? Eons? One could not say. As he emerged through the Gate Of No Gates, his physical appearance has not changed much. The outside world, however, could not be more different. The temple is essentially a ruin. The shamans and maesters were no longer. The tomes seemingly burnt. With a worried look, he channeled the Cloak of the Great Voli and moved with such speeds that an untrained man would not comprehend. He charged ever forth, heading towards the Kingdom that once was. Upon his return, he found similar sights to what he had witnessed at the temple. Ruin, and desolation. Was this an act of war? He could not tell. It seems like it had been so long since he had been back that even the bones have faded to nothingness. This is where his story begins. The Frozen Heart is missing. His home is in ruins. His bloodline missing. He is out to find truth to all of this.[/indent][/indent] [h3][u][b] Equipment [/b][/u][/h3] [indent][indent][indent] [b][color=FAEBD7]Prayer beads⫻[/color][/b]He keeps these with him, though it is never actually seen being used during combat. [b][color=FAEBD7]Blessed Faulds⫻[/color][/b]About the only piece of armor he wears. These are rumored to have been forged by the legendary Norse blacksmith Orrn using volcanic metal and Norse magic. Lightweight, unassuming but very durable. [b][color=FAEBD7]Gauntlets of The Moonlight Vigil⫻[/color][/b]A set of gauntlets he wears if he was to enter physical combat, but want to refrain from using his spiritual power. Rumored to be forged by Orrn as well, these gauntlets are attuned to magic that without precise control, it can drain one of all of their mana. [b][color=FAEBD7]Staff of Voli⫻[/color][/b]An unassuming walking stick made of twisted Isilra wood. There are runes inscribed into the staff that despite the weathered look of the staff, looks as if they had just been inscribed hours ago. He can channel his magic through this staff, as a source of amplification but he rarely does so. [b][color=FAEBD7]Pouch⫻[/color][/b]Nothing special about this. Just a pouch where he keeps his medicinal herbs and ointments. [b][color=FAEBD7]Coin Purse⫻[/color][/b]As spiritually attuned as he is, one cannot get around this world without some coins. [b][color=FAEBD7]Leather pack⫻[/color][/b]A leather pack he sewn together himself. He keeps his pouch, coin purse, emergency rations and various other items in it. The symbols 'XIV' is scratched onto one of the straps. [/indent][/indent][/indent] [h3][u][b] Abilities [/b][/u][/h3] [i][color=FAEBD7]"Its funny. My powers are so warm yet the world is so cold."[/color][/i] [indent][indent] -Note- He does not invoke the names of these skills when he casts. These names are used for academic purposes only and are not accurate translations from his language. [b]Five Flashing Lock⫻[/b][color=FAEBD7] The caster overlaps their palms, facing them towards their intended target. Five orbs of green light is generated on the inside of wrists, the ankles, and the center of the target's chest, sealing most major magic ports and limiting the use of of their mana lest they are willing to immolate from the inside out because of it.[/color] [b]Black Chain Fire Sealing Destruction⫻[/b][color=FAEBD7] With the index and middle finger of either hand, the user draws a circle in the sky, summon several thick black chains. The chains are seared into the body of the target, binding them to the nearest solid surface. The chains and the surface are then essentially melted together, causing the target to be bound to the surface completely.[/color] [b]Purple Lightning⫻[/b][color=FAEBD7] With the index and middle finger of either hand, the user draws a circle in the sky. A channel of mana swirls around user's arm. Lightning is then channeled through the same index and middle finger.[/color] [b]Hundred Steps Grand Wheel Frozen Heaven Blast⫻[/b][color=FAEBD7] A beam of frozen mana is summoned from the palm of the user. Any target contacted by the beam has their mana frozen from the inside out, slowing taking away their ability to channel it for a time period.[/color] [b]Hand-to-Hand Combat prowess⫻[/b][color=FAEBD7] Having relied on his body to survive for so long, his survival instincts will show through when engaged in combat. [/color] [b]Spirit Cloak⫻[/b][color=FAEBD7] Perhaps his most important skill, he can call upon the primordial spirits of the North to aid him. -Bear- He invokes the great Voli, the spirit bear of the North. This cloak grants him enhanced mobility overall and his physical attacks are enhanced as well. -Tortoise- He invokes the sturdy Xuánwǔ, the black tortoise of the North. This cloak give him enhanced durability against physical attacks. -Phoenix- He invokes the mighty Zhu, the fire bird of the North. He is typically in this form. This cloak allows him to channel mana throughout his body, warming it from the inside out and invigorating his body and soul. -Dragon- He invokes the ferocious Aurelion, the dragon that rules them all. This cloak combines the previous three and grants him all three at once, for a short period of time. [/color] [/indent][/indent] [h3][u][b] OTHER [/b][/u][/h3] [i][color=FAEBD7]"You can't outrun the sunrise"[/color][/i] [indent][indent]He plans on joining the League of Explorers, using their considerable resources to find the ones responsible for the murder of his village.[/indent][/indent] [/hider]