Personality: To say Averius was an odd child would be an understatement, to assume he had out grown it would be gravely inaccurate. Just as genius can be found in the misfortunate and mad, the inner workings of Avey's mind was both a mysterious blessing and a curse. He is very kind and gentle but often lost in his own world.
Backstory: Avey grew up on a simple farmland, his busy parents loved him dearly but his aloof attitude proved to be more of a hindrance then help. A few bad seasons saw the crops wilt and flocks die. Life became harsh. They feared for their child's health. Knowing he was different and quite unique they sent him for his summoner testing, hoping and preying he would pass and be given a better life. Bio:
Interested! But need more details... Is there a plot or is this sandbox? How does summoning work? What's the magical system? Is there other magics? Tech level, year? Character requirements?
Azerus doesn't know his true parents, he was abandoned as a tiny child on the doorstep of a small town church. The church saw fit to try and raise this child but due to the disturbances of his appearance and the rumours it raised they found more then enough reason to send him out of town to a strict, labour intensive orphanage before his presence hindered their reputation. Even here amongst the cruel punishing work and long draining hours of slavery did the young Azerus still manage to create a ruckus. He developed a strong hate for authority and wouldn't let the other children or adults bully him. It was harsh times, many skipped meals and beatings, but they couldn't break his spirit. All alone he began speaking to invisible voices and imagining little pets, little did he know then that he was on the brink of summoning.
There were no question's when one day an offer was put on the boys head. Glad to rid themselves of him Azerus was sold off cheaply without concern. It turned out to be to a small devil worshiping cult, due to his horns they decided they wanted his blood. Azerus was kept alive as a prisoner, as a blood bag. From his dark dirty cell he watched over and listened to their many rituals and spells. There was not a lot of magic or power between the lot of them, their pronunciations were poor and motions lacking. Azerus's voices told him this. He almost felt sorry for the cultist's. Each driven to darkness by sever desperation, lost loved ones, vengeance, hate, sorrow, pity. He overheard glimpses of each of their plights and could almost understand the drastic measures of the otherwise helpless.
During one of the many occasions were Azerus found himself teetering on the edge of consciousness after being bled, when the halls of the underground cavern were dimly lit by the dancing flame of flickering candles, Azerus sung along to their song, he repeated the foreign words but in the way the voices told him to.
Then he passed out to the screams that followed... When he awoke his cell door was torn open and bloody bodies filled the halls. Azerus didn't stick around, he fled! He ran as far and fast as he could. The next few years were difficult, finding food and work as a begger and theif. Azerus travelled around, avoiding overstaying his welcome, when he herd of the grand mission. Azerus had seen first hand the greed of power and it's consequences but that didn't change his reasoning to peruse the sword.
Traits: None Class: Monster hunter Job: Cyborg surgeon Soul Spells/Abilities: Soul tech aids these abilities, they are about as easy to use and as draining to him as holding his own breath. Quick activation, limited time,
Fade into shadows.
(Visual disorientation field) Become harder to see, works best in darkness but also in light. An invisible disorientation field that compels the mind to pass over and ignore the disturbance. The blur in your peripheral, that one corner of the room you just haven't looked at. Amplified by actual stealth skill and hiding.
Sound suppression.
As expected, manipulates the air so any sounds created within a tight radius are muffled out and suppressed. Loud noises escape at a softer level. External sounds still enter, they are softer but still recognisable due to fully surrounding the suppression bubble.
Eagle eye
Increases sight by enhancing focus, attention to detail, peripheral and distance. Soul tech connects to the brain to enhance the processing speed of identifying and analysing the images. Reasoning for limited time use.
As close as good will get is Selena. Sister to the previous owner of the body he now occupies. She dislikes him greatly and her mannerism and attitude proves that consistently, but she took the time to teach him how to fight and survive. Regardless how sad, angry or unhappy she is about the situation, she still see's part of her brother and reluctantly helps in little ways.
bad
Un-accepting of her husbands fate she accused the creature of breaking and entering, theft and murder. Using all his own resources against him she put out an arrest warrant and bounty on the decaying horned mans head.
They find his cybernetics to be a betrayal and insult to their customs and ideals.
indifferent
Traders, interested in parts from the animals he hunts and his skill as a cyborg surgeon, they have a thin mutual beneficial relationship.
Proven to be less bias then most living creatures.
History: Valask was born a Purist, an only child to well off parents. They devoted everything to his success in life and died of age in his middle years.
Valask's success ended the day he became one of the Decaying. Taking the body of a horned person to escape his own he has since continued his profession and cyberized it.
He is now a rogue beast hunter. Hunting monsters for their souls to sustain his own. Unwilling to drain humans.
In generalisation he is an outcast from most other civilisations. Even when his 'Decaying' status is hidden, he is shunned by purists for his horned body. Out right hated by other horned people for his cybernetic implants and attachments. The elementals seem to be savvy of his decaying nature and spare him no trust.
He has forgone his previous luxuries and now fights just to survive.
Valask once had it all, the beautiful wife, large central apartment, renown reputation, friends in high places, enough credits to squander. He was important and respected. Life was good, life was easy. In his past life he was a cybernetic surgeon, and a good one at that. But somewhere in his career he saved someone that other people didn't want saved. He saved many lives with cybernetic implants but unfortunately there are those out there who feel strongly against the practise and even those who weren't too happy to become cyborgs, preferring instead to just die. Either way his expertise in his field of work and lavish lifestyle eventually lead him to deal with a few unsavoury characters, and for reasons still unknown one day he vanished into a black bag and later woke up beaten and dying in a shallow muddy grave.
Left for dead it was a horned man who was digging him out. It was unclear what happened next but he will forever remember that look deep within the eyes of that majestic creature. There was a serene acceptance, a silent wisdom, a humble forgiveness. Next he was looking into his own bloodshot swollen eyes as he held his own half buried lifeless body in large new muddy hands.
He had never thought much of the naturist horned people, simply dismissing their ideals as primitive and weak. He considered them less advanced. Technology was the future, technology was power. But now, he was one of the horned people, and something more... Or less.
He was unlike other decaying, something the horned one had done. He also had no interest or intent in stealing any other body but the one he was in now.
In his new form he was unstable and weak of strength. He stumbled aimlessly for days slipping in and out of consciousness. Eventually there was noise of civilisation and it drew him towards it. At first sight upon realising he had stumbled upon a settlement of horned people he was gravely disappointed. Remembering he was now one only worried him more.
{prologue: meeting Selena}
Soon he discovered he could harness life from other creatures and he began working his way up the food chain. Along the way he trained in martial weapons and hunting tools. All the whilst he was also adapting to and training his new mind and body.
Back at full strength he tried to return home. He was less than welcomed. He was abused, berated, accused of lying and worse. No one would accept his story or could accept him. Back in civilisation there were few animal souls to satisfy his decaying hunger and his masquerade fell as cracks began to show.
Things became complicated, violent and very messy! Minimising injury to others he took a lot of damage to himself. His new body handled it surprisingly well but still he lost some functionality. That's when he returned to what he knew best. Cybernetics... Hidden away in a forgotten lab he worked on himself tirelessly. Time after time again. Many attempts being unsuccessful until he cracked the secret for integrating tech into a decaying horned one.
Shunned from his past life he tried to return to his new, but now with cybernetics he found they wanted no part of the creature he had become. His very presence was an insult. Barely tolerated before, now they wanted his death. Selena only just managed to pardon his execution opting for permanent exile instead.
So he left, a lone wanderer, an abomination, a monster hunter. Then the call of the child came and without reason he answered.
Prologue:
A voice sweet, smooth and sturdy, broke the silence of the hundred judging eyes surrounding him. It was strangely filled with a nostalgic familiarity yet remained unrecognisable as never before herd. "You!" It demanded with an odd gentle assertiveness. "What is your name?" She spoke expecting and demanding obedience. "Valask" Valask dryly replied without thought, dazed and confused. He thought somehow he had answered wrong or simply his answer displeased the exotic horned woman. Her hand found his throat and she tightly lifted him off his dirt stained knees to a standing position with surprising ease. So drained and tired he didn't know if he could stand on his own but this woman's confidence was intimidation and her aura inspired fear into Valask's heart. So he found the energy to stand. "Abomination! I ask you again, what is your name?!"
Valask answered again giving his name more loudly this time. She reciprocated with a sharp blow to his stomach that sent him hunching over to the floor in pain. Picking him up she questioned him again. "Horned one, tell me your name!"
Valask tried to answer with his name, he tried to answer with explanations, he tried to answer with truths and lies but every time he was simply viscously struck down, lifted up and re-questioned.
"Avarius Elthandeir" In his last moments of death filled fear the words slipped out on defeated sobbing breaths. The beatings stopped.
"Just you remember that. Now come, follow me and remain silent."
Valask's mind was full of confusion and questions. He soon learnt better than to openly voice them. As long as he stood by the name 'Avarius Elthandeir' he would live, he would go unharmed and be spared shelter and food.
It was rare that she ever spoke to Valask, but she continued to try talk to her brother Avarius. Valask simply listened and learned, obeyed and followed. Through that she taught him of the creature he was now, of his condition and how to fight to survive.
As close as good will get is Selena. Sister to the previous owner of the body he now occupies. She dislikes him greatly and her mannerism and attitude proves that consistently, but she took the time to teach him how to fight and survive. Regardless how sad, angry or unhappy she is about the situation, she still see's part of her brother and reluctantly helps in little ways.
bad
His wife, un-accepting of her husbands fate she accused the creature of breaking and entering, theft and murder. Using all his own resources against him she put out an arrest warrant and bounty on the decaying horned mans head.
[indifferent
The cyborg black market traders, interested in parts from the animals he hunts and his skill as a cyborg surgeon, they have a thin mutual beneficial relationship.
Androids, proven to be less bias then most living creatures.
Decaying Purist who took the body of a horned person and has since cyberized it.
He is a rogue beast hunter. Hunting monsters for their souls to sustain his own.
Even when his 'Decaying' status is hidden, he is shunned by purists for his cybernetic implants and attachments while out right hated by other horned people.
In his past life he was a cybernetic surgeon, and a good one at that. Somewhere in his career he saved someone that other people didn't want saved. He also saved some people who weren't happy to become cyborgs. Either way his work lead him to deal with a few unsavoury characters, and for reasons still unknown one day he vanished into a black bag and later woke up beaten and dying in a shallow muddy grave.
A horned man was digging him out. It was unclear what happened next but he will forever remember that look deep within the eyes of that majestic creature. There was a serene acceptance, a silent wisdom, a humble forgiveness. Next he was looking into his own eyes as he held his own half buried lifeless body in new hands.
He was unlike other decaying, something the horned one had done. He also had no interest in any other body but the one he was in now.
In his new form he was unstable and weak of strength. Soon he discovered he could harness life from other creatures and he began working his way up the food chain. Along the way he trained in martial weapons and hunting tools. All the whilst he was also adapting to and training his new mind and body.
Back at full strength he tried to return home. He was less than welcomed. He was abused, berated, accused of lying and worse. No one would accept his story or could accept him. Back in civilisation there were few animal souls to satisfy his decaying hunger and his masquerade fell as cracks began to show.
Things became complicated, violent and very messy! Minimising injury to others he took a lot of damage to himself. His new body handled it surprisingly well but still he lost some functionality. That's when he returned to what he knew best. Cybernetics... Hidden away in a forgotten lab he worked on himself tirelessly. Time after time again. Many attempts being unsuccessful until he cracked the secret for integrating tech into a decaying horned one.
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