Zasareth Ysundir
A surge of power enveloped the land, blasting away trees and leveling the area completely flat. It left a ring of destruction all around that would prove to leave no hiding whatsoever. Standing in the "eye of the storm" was a single man. He stood a good 5'7" tall, and weighed a fair 154 pounds. He was not a very bulky man altogether, however the attire he wore did accentuate what build he did have, creating the illusion that he was indeed a very bulky person.
Yet he dressed loosely.
He wore a coat that had a royal blue color and gold threading at the edges; edges were at the sleeves and from the flaps of the coat that were at the front of his body. The coat went down to just above his ankles. Beautifully designed in what appeared to be a turquoise threading were swirls and designs to further add to the sense of "importance" the coat had. Upon looking the male straight on, a black, obsidian-like material armor was worn, and it was skin-tight. The armor covered everything up to his neck, where it hugged it lightly without straining his breathing. The coat he wore hid the extent of the armor within the sleeves, but it was visibly reaching down his legs, as well. Where the armor itself stopped to allow mobility of the man's joints, a chainmail was present so as to provide protection.
He carried only a simple katana, and its sheathe was attached to the man's left hip. His hands were guarded with the obsidian-like material in the form of gauntlets. Beneath the armor of his right hand, should he ever take the gauntlet off, would be an equilateral triangle of what appear to be silver teardrops with its tip pointing towards his knuckles. The mark would have a very faint, slow pulse to it, illuminating with a soft, silver light.
The sheathe of the katana was all black, with a gold lip where the katana's swastika guard would rest. The katana itself was fairly simple. The hilt had a white thread around the ivory handle, and the swastika guard of the katana was golden in color. The blade itself was a beautiful silver color.
The man's eyes were a crystal blue color, and his hair was white. It looked almost gelled back, however upon closer inspection, the hair didn't have the "gelled" look to it. Apparently this was a natural occurrence for his hair. Despite his white hair, he looked fairly young; he looked like he was just getting a taste of real power in the world. He looked hungry for growth.
After observing all of this, and forming what opinions you may have done, something feels off. You notice a blue "spark" in his eyes, and he smiles. Something, it is unknown what, was behind that spark.
Zasareth grew up in a time where science was shunned, and any opposition to the Church was burned to the ground out of fear of the Church losing its strength. Being the child of a blacksmith, he learned how to forge weapons, however he also had a friend throughout his childhood who was, in secret, an assassin's apprentice. The boy shared his secrets with Zasareth, and his opinions on what was going on about the Church and things of that sort.
By the time Zasareth reached a point in his life where he was no longer a "boy", and was then considered a "man", Zasareth did not agree with the Church's methods. He was one who was pushing for a new era, something better than what would then become known as the Dark Ages, but he was executed for being a heretic almost immediately. That was 571 years ago, when he was 20 years old.
That's where the story should have ended, but it didn't.
Instead of going to where the Church preached: Heaven or Hell, Zasareth was taken down a different route. And it was not Limbo, either. Zasareth was changed into something that came back hundreds of years later. When he came back, he found that society had become something far more advanced than what it once was. Now, instead of pitchforks and torches, there were things like phones and music players and electrical lights. This was a world that Zasareth felt like a child in, again. He fled and instead found a world much more comforting: the "supernatural" world. It was here that he found that he could still maintain a life as it once was with swords, magic, dragons and everything in between.
It was there that he found he was no longer just a human, as well. Now, he had power.
He trained for years with a newfound halting of his aging process, what he dubs an immortality of sorts, so that he was good with the katana--a weapon he discovered to be to his liking after seeing its origins--that he had hand-forged, and helped seal within something far darker than what he himself wanted to show all the time. He even learned to control the "dark side" he contained. This was with the help of three "brothers" who traveled together and were considered each lords of their own elements.
Battle was trained with the "assassin", elven lord of blood. Control of the released state was trained by the demonic, lord of ice. Those lessons, Zasareth decided, were the hardest of the lessons to complete. The third brother, the lord of a different realm of existence entirely, he was the one who helped with both of the other teachings, but also helped Zasareth learn battle strategy and was often the one to put what he was taught to the test. When this period of time finally came to an end, with heavy hearts, they parted ways with Zasareth, and he has never forgotten these three, despite never knowing their names, since.
Now, he is just looking to help the world along whichever path it may be heading, and he would use what he's learned and what he has yet to learn to do so.
