Name: Carden
Age: 16
Race: Dark Human
Title(s) (optional): The accursed
Occupation (Optional):
History: Since the day he was born, Carden didn't have a chance. He was an accident, left on the streets to die by whoever was unlucky enouch to conceive him. He could of been fortunate enough to be discovered by a kind old woman or to become the life-changer of someone down on their luck, but that's not what was meant to be. He was found by the leader of a primary cult formed to spread the curse, and you can only guess what happiness they'd have with a newborn baby (Don't mean that in a creepy way, bro). Carden was the perfect test specimen, and after a partially completed ritual, he was turned into a child of darkness, the accursed. Though, I did say partially completed, and that left him with control of his own body and mind to a certain degree. Though, it wasn't easy, every second was a battle to keep the dark in, and when he failed he'd unleash wild dark power at an unpredictable degree, turning over to the dark side for a small period of time. He had to force himself to keep down the dark urges inside of him. The cultists were intrigued by how the boy responded to the dark, and how he was able to keep it in, and they kept him, to study his responses to different stimuli. Throughout his childhood they tried a variety of different things on him, from prolonged torture to long drawn out starvation. Imagine something very evil and vile, well they probably did it to him. Let's just say his childhood wasn't the happiest. They discovered that the only sure-fire way to provoke a fit of wild power and rage was to instill a deep, heartfelt emotion into him. One such as anger, dread, things like that. Countless escape/suicide attempts amounted to nothing, and Carden's life never changed. At the age of 16, the cultists took their experiments over the boundary. They used his loneliness and lack of loved ones to instill anger, and doing so caused him to enter a fit of dark so surprising that he managed to overpower the relaxed cultists and escape into the world, finally, for once, becoming free. He wandered awhile, trying to find away to escape his past, but it always came back up. Due to his dark-infused appearance, he was shunned and considered a freak, even being outright attacked in a lot of places on accusations of helping spread the curse. It was one day that he arrived at a small, abandoned village, and he realized something... he was a danger to everyone around him, a freak, and nobody wanted him nor would ever want him. He decided that it's best that he didn't live anymore, and that's where he is now... trying to pull up the courage to end his life.
Equipment And Weapons: Clothes on his back, long black hooded travelling cloak. Backpack with minimal, very low-quality provisions. A very long, thin and curved black knife that he keeps in a sheath at his waist.
Appearance: 5'11, short waist with long legs, skinny, he's obviously missed a lot of meals in his life. Lanky arms and a thin body. but if one were to see his concealed face and body, they would see long tendrils of dark slithering across is flesh, threatening to engulf his body at every second. Short, matted, and greasy light brown hair with large, piercing, and weary brown eyes full of sadness. Wears a long, black traveling cloak with the hood usually pulled up, obscuring his face. Wears a long-sleeved, overlarge white blouse belted at the waist and loose, baggy pants tucked into boots that reach above his ankles. Also wears thin cloth gloves. Underneath his clothes, where the darkness hasn't taken over, he's covered in scars and deformities.
Other things! Yay!: When he loses control to the dark, he goes on a rage and is able to project wild, raw dark energy out of his body. A stray shot of this, if it hit someone, would probably leave a terrible burn that seems to heal at a very slow pace. Could possibly injure someone severely. Depending on the nature of the energy, it can do a variety of different things to someone.