[NPC]
"Hey kids, wanna see a dead body?!" - Roseaver before throwing a dismembered body into a crowd of screaming children.
Name:
Roseaver (His name beforehand has been long forgotten)
Age:
22 Physically | 4492 Biologically
Race:
Unknown, seemingly Vampiric.
Gender:
Male
Affiliation:
Council of the Damned
Halax'zen
Height:
6ft 4"
Weight:
64Kg | 141lbs
Backstory:
Where do I begin with this long and tragic story? Over four millennia ago he lived as a regular teenager within a noble family, nothing of importance, a threat was growing in Arkus, a threat known simply as the Bolter'aak Empire ruled by King Jad, he and his minions were spreading like a wildfire, taking towns, cities, villages, everything into their control; and they were coming for Roseaver's family next. They refused, which resulted in their slow deaths... Bolter'aak elites rushed their castle, took them into the courtyard and burnt them alive in a compiled group, save for Roseaver, he was forced to watch as they died screaming; these Elites were not like any other warrior, their "magic" was beyond comprehension, they had the capability to force multiple people into a still state, encased in a red orb as they were powerless to move, blink, the only thing they could do was speak. The citizens were next... Roseaver was cast out to die, he stumbled away as his home was burnt to ash; he had nothing else to live for, no family, everyone he'd once loved butchered in front of him. He was going to end his suffering by throwing himself off a jagged cliff, he faced the ocean, crashing waves beneath him as cold, moist wind rushed up to him. He jumped. Then he changed his mind. He screamed in agony, but as he looked down he hadn't even reached the floor yet, but he did notice that he was being dissipated, as if he was being shredded by a thousand blades, soon he was nothing but a bloody mist. Within seconds he was back up the top of the cliff completely fine, but as he looked up he saw a levitating figure; piercing red eyes looking into the depths of his soul. Halax'zen himself had presented himself before Roseaver. The Blood God said that he needed some entertainment, and so he forced his "gift" upon Roseaver. He felt no stronger, only the same misery that he had before, but he didn't dare question the Blood God's gift. "You may be killed, but you will return minutes later. Death will NEVER be the end, you will always return. Reap your VENGEANCE.", those were the final words of Halax'zen before returning back to where he came from.
Confused and still suicidal, he threw himself off the cliff once again, but this time he wasn't stopped... he hit the ground as his bones shattered, but he didn't die? His blood that decorated the nearby rocks seeped back into his body, and his bones reconstructed himselves. The only thing he accomplished by doing that was earning himself an extremely long walk back up to the surface. Over the next few months he began his vengeance rhythm, hunting down every Elite that forced innocent people into their terrible reign, his final target would be King Jad, and he would enjoy ripping out his spine. Roseaver demonstrated the full extent of his power, reanimating some Elite that he saw as actual people, and not mindless monsters that would slaughter those that defied them. Two Elites he reanimated became his closest companions over the millennia, Cpt. Valkris and Gelsahrak. However, there was one Elite Roseaver didn't kill... in fact, he fell in love. Now, Roseaver refuses to share any information on his past, or about this Elite he fell in love with, not even the gender of the Elite, only that they were later publically executed, the fact that Roseaver couldn't save the one he loved broke him even further, if that were even possible. To finish this dark story, Roseaver murdered King Jad and kept his skull as a reminder to his power. Halax'zen was so pleased with Roseaver's performance that he decided to let Roseaver keep his immortality.
Rosever can sometimes be known as the "Blood Wolf", he isn't a Saavrak, but he can temporarily metamorph himself into a wolf-like status; an ethereal sub-human travelling at an immense speed to sever limbs with it's devestating claws, and bite huge chunks of flesh with it's humungous jaws.
Now back to present day, Roseaver has let go of his past, now a much more calm man; still incredibly murderous and whatnot, but calmer. Valkris and Gelsahrak still accompany him acting as his guards. Roseaver began to grow close to the Incubus known as Tenshi, and vice versa for Tenshi. In combat, when together, they prove to be rather efficient; Roseaver holds back enemies that get too close to Tenshi, and Tenshi blasts a 8" hole in their chest, at any distance.
Flaws:
1. Insanely reckless, often resulting in serious injuries.
2. Burns in sunlight
3. Suffers from night terrors
4. Violent outbursts due to flashbacks
(Both art pieces done by David Raposa, brilliant artist. :>)
"Hey kids, wanna see a dead body?!" - Roseaver before throwing a dismembered body into a crowd of screaming children.
Name:
Roseaver (His name beforehand has been long forgotten)
Age:
22 Physically | 4492 Biologically
Race:
Unknown, seemingly Vampiric.
Gender:
Male
Affiliation:
Council of the Damned
Halax'zen
Height:
6ft 4"
Weight:
64Kg | 141lbs
Backstory:
Where do I begin with this long and tragic story? Over four millennia ago he lived as a regular teenager within a noble family, nothing of importance, a threat was growing in Arkus, a threat known simply as the Bolter'aak Empire ruled by King Jad, he and his minions were spreading like a wildfire, taking towns, cities, villages, everything into their control; and they were coming for Roseaver's family next. They refused, which resulted in their slow deaths... Bolter'aak elites rushed their castle, took them into the courtyard and burnt them alive in a compiled group, save for Roseaver, he was forced to watch as they died screaming; these Elites were not like any other warrior, their "magic" was beyond comprehension, they had the capability to force multiple people into a still state, encased in a red orb as they were powerless to move, blink, the only thing they could do was speak. The citizens were next... Roseaver was cast out to die, he stumbled away as his home was burnt to ash; he had nothing else to live for, no family, everyone he'd once loved butchered in front of him. He was going to end his suffering by throwing himself off a jagged cliff, he faced the ocean, crashing waves beneath him as cold, moist wind rushed up to him. He jumped. Then he changed his mind. He screamed in agony, but as he looked down he hadn't even reached the floor yet, but he did notice that he was being dissipated, as if he was being shredded by a thousand blades, soon he was nothing but a bloody mist. Within seconds he was back up the top of the cliff completely fine, but as he looked up he saw a levitating figure; piercing red eyes looking into the depths of his soul. Halax'zen himself had presented himself before Roseaver. The Blood God said that he needed some entertainment, and so he forced his "gift" upon Roseaver. He felt no stronger, only the same misery that he had before, but he didn't dare question the Blood God's gift. "You may be killed, but you will return minutes later. Death will NEVER be the end, you will always return. Reap your VENGEANCE.", those were the final words of Halax'zen before returning back to where he came from.
Confused and still suicidal, he threw himself off the cliff once again, but this time he wasn't stopped... he hit the ground as his bones shattered, but he didn't die? His blood that decorated the nearby rocks seeped back into his body, and his bones reconstructed himselves. The only thing he accomplished by doing that was earning himself an extremely long walk back up to the surface. Over the next few months he began his vengeance rhythm, hunting down every Elite that forced innocent people into their terrible reign, his final target would be King Jad, and he would enjoy ripping out his spine. Roseaver demonstrated the full extent of his power, reanimating some Elite that he saw as actual people, and not mindless monsters that would slaughter those that defied them. Two Elites he reanimated became his closest companions over the millennia, Cpt. Valkris and Gelsahrak. However, there was one Elite Roseaver didn't kill... in fact, he fell in love. Now, Roseaver refuses to share any information on his past, or about this Elite he fell in love with, not even the gender of the Elite, only that they were later publically executed, the fact that Roseaver couldn't save the one he loved broke him even further, if that were even possible. To finish this dark story, Roseaver murdered King Jad and kept his skull as a reminder to his power. Halax'zen was so pleased with Roseaver's performance that he decided to let Roseaver keep his immortality.
Rosever can sometimes be known as the "Blood Wolf", he isn't a Saavrak, but he can temporarily metamorph himself into a wolf-like status; an ethereal sub-human travelling at an immense speed to sever limbs with it's devestating claws, and bite huge chunks of flesh with it's humungous jaws.
Now back to present day, Roseaver has let go of his past, now a much more calm man; still incredibly murderous and whatnot, but calmer. Valkris and Gelsahrak still accompany him acting as his guards. Roseaver began to grow close to the Incubus known as Tenshi, and vice versa for Tenshi. In combat, when together, they prove to be rather efficient; Roseaver holds back enemies that get too close to Tenshi, and Tenshi blasts a 8" hole in their chest, at any distance.
Flaws:
1. Insanely reckless, often resulting in serious injuries.
2. Burns in sunlight
3. Suffers from night terrors
4. Violent outbursts due to flashbacks
(Both art pieces done by David Raposa, brilliant artist. :>)
Yes... I know it's Rakanoth from Diablo 3; it's the closest thing I could get to describing Ko'roth. ;-;
