Name : Saren 
Age : 25 ( Is actually a lot older then that. )
Race : Human

Pictures : 
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[hider=Mask:] [img=http://th09.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2010/364/d/2/ulquiorra___hollow_mask_by_shuriame-d35su87.jpg]
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[hider=Cursed Knight form:]
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History : 
Saren once lived a quite life on a farm, his whole life revolved around it. He hated violence in all it's forms, but he had a nasty habit of wandering off. His favorite place to go was the old tunnels in the mountain woods. On one unfortunate day Saren slipped tumbling down a steep slope into a pit he saw no escape from. He called out to repeatedly crying in fear, hoping someone would hear him. The one person to come was his best friend a girl by the name Veronica. However, she didn't see him she didn't even look towards his way. She then walked out of the tunnels saying she couldn't find him.
He fell to his knees in disbelief. Why, Why had his best friend for years forsaken him? What had he done to deserve this? The questions flooded his mind, and he began to cry in anger. He slammed his fist into the stone wall till he broke his hand. He roared out in anger though what heard him this time. Was what would be the bane of the rest of his existence. A dark blue light appeared behind him in the suffocating darkness. He walked towards it slowly his will weakened he couldn't hear the voice. The voice that kept telling him to put the mask on. But, he was compelled to anyways. Placing the mask on made every fiber of his being feel like it was on fire.
The next thing he remembered he was standing over his once friend. A strange armor on him, that produced blue flames. He grabbed Veronica, and asked her a simple question.

"[b][i]Why didn't you help me?[/b][/i]"

She didn't answer him, it was like she couldn't hear him. Why was she scorning him? The anger inside him boiled over, and he tore his once friend apart. Letting her blood stain the floor around him. He let out another mighty roar, one filled with pain and rage. It echoed through the empty village, that had once been thriving with life. Sare left stepping over countless bodies his rage was so great that it scorched the earth he walked. He kept walking till he finally calmed down, and fell to his knees before a running river. He looked into the sky as rain fell upon him, rattling off his armor, and echoing in his mind. He fell forward onto his hands as he threw up. Staring into his reflection he saw the monster he'd become. 
"[i]I want to go home[/i]," He said in a voice that wasn't his own.
He knew there was no home to return to. But, he knew that there was maybe a chance. A chance to start somewhere else. So he began his search his armor having, retreated into the mask he wore. He removed it, and attempted to throw it away only for to find he couldn't. The compulsion to keep it was strong. So he stuffed it into his coat, and began his long journey. To find a new home that he could stay. This journey would take him through countless lands, and over many oceans. All the while battle always seeming to find him. 

Personality : He despises women, and find them to be useless. He has a thirst for combat, and is proud to say he's never been beaten. He is also incredibly cranky as he hasn't had restful sleep in ages. Due to something keeping him up, and he seems to mutter to himself.

Powers : In Saren's knight form he has blue flames that come off his body. That's heat grows in intensity the angrier he becomes. Saren can also summon a massive sword, and throw the fire a great distance, with a great deal of acuracy. He's for the most part immune to damage, whatever he does take heals faster then normal.