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Name

Anastasius


Patron

Athena


Gender

Male


Age

35


Personality

Anastasius is a quiet and reserved individual not prone to outbursts of any kind, even in the energies
of the battlefield. In fact it would be rare to hear him speak in anything above a calm voice. He isn't without passion but he has been humbled, replacing rashness with wisdom. Should he find something that harms the common people he will be swift to their aid, bringing retribution upon those who would take advantage of them.


Physical description

Leprosy has destroyed his once handsome body. His once pristine skin has fallen to the disease, causing large patches of flaking skin around his body and bumps to ruin his face. However the disease hadn't touched his strength before Athena banished the disease from his body. Standing at 6'3 and 240 pounds, Anastasius still has his imposing stature and the strength of an ox.

Anastasius rarely leaves the confines of his armor. The armor itself is nothing special, standard issue for hoplites except for obvious wear and tear along with some corrosion on the edges. The helmet is special, stylized to cover everything besides the eyes and the horsetail upon the crest is brittle, sickly, and uneven. Beyond that a large pale cloak covers his body and armor.


Daily Life/Job

Anastasius spends his days looking for a worthy cause to pledge himself to. Otherwise he travels, finding people in need of a helping helping. This help comes in many ways but usually ends with him killing bandits.


Reason For Joining Demi-Life

[center]Anastasius was a man of standing once, made a living as a career soldier of Athens. However that changed when the revolt happened. A leper colony had begun to take destiny by the throat, attacking caravans and anyone who tried to stop them. In desperation a fledgling city state implored Athens to send help to deal with the revolt as they lacked the man power to deal with the it. In response it got the aid it wanted, a small detachment of hoplites.

Expecting a quick victory the hoplites went into battle cocky and over confident, leading to heavy losses when the battle began. The disease gave the rebels unimaginable determination, they would be fatally wounded but wouldn't even phase them. Only guaranteed death blows would kill them quickly and by the end of the battle the rebels were routed, destroyed to the lost man but at a great cost. those few men who didn't die soon found out that they too were now infected with the disease, shunned by the very people they saved. Athens wasn't any better.

Lost, demoralized, and very ill he traveled to the Temple of Athena in search of questions before he was banished. Anastasius pleaded with everything he had, asked every question, and cried every tear he had in an attempt to appeal to his Patron, to find an answer as to why his fate would be to die sick and alone. He never got an answer, instead he got a silence. Bitter and angry he left the temple, left Athens, and went wherever the road took him. It wasn't until several months had passed that an answer came to him. The disease had stopped spreading, the damage it had done would stay but it wouldn't kill him. He would live, disfigured but alive. Faith restored, Anastasius became reborn and renewed his quest for something greater than himself. He would do what Athens would not, he would help those who could not help themselves and protect those who evil would harm.[/central]

Desired Weapon/Skill from Patron

The ability to bring retribution to those black of heart who would harm the innocent and the helpless.

2 Flaws

~Feel No Pain~
Anastasius' leprosy has eliminated his ability to feel pain and while the benefits are there he is far more likely to push his body too far, doing more harm than good.

~Retribution~
Quick to bring death to those who harm the innocent, even when faced with adverse odds.


2 Virtues/Morals

[center]~Empathic~
Anastasius knows what its like to feel pain, loss, and betrayal. He may not speak of it but he will show it, some extra food here and a pouch of gold there. It's the little things that bring comfort.

~Friend of the Destitute~
Always turns a blind eye to those who steal for survival, however should he catch wind of more darker things happening than he will not hesitate to stop them.[/i]
Actually, I'm going to have to pull out. Enjoy everyone.
Fair enough, either way I'll be watching this.
I'd say I'm interested but this looks pretty full, care for one more?
And done.
Basically there is no "good guy" race, they are all dicks in their own way.
Due to personal biz I have decided to retcon Ghroul, I'll be coming back with a new character shortly.
Tsim
With a titanic yawn Tsim awoke from his nap and began to stretch, the sound of popping bones like two boulders crashing together. With a satisfied grin Tsim gazed up at the sun and judging from its current location found that he had been asleep for at least two hours, the perfect length. Sure he could have slept for longer, much longer, but Tsim wasn't one for sloth and found himself uncomfortable just laying around unlike some dragons. After a small snack and a trip to the oasis, Tsim returned to his home and began to get back to work. Recently he had came under possession of several relics, a necklace made of luminescent jewels and mythril, a dwarven crown detailing a great and ancient battle, and finally a human sword humble in appearance but mighty in deed. Using a combination of claw and heat Tsim dug small holes into the rock to form displays, adding a rune of protection above them should anyone try to steal the relics. It was busy work, taking a sculptors skill to get the holes just right but it made for challenging fun. Soon after placing the sword in its place a low bell toll sounded throughout his home, a stranger was at the mouth. With some haste Tsim found himself surprised to see an undead upon horse in a similar condition. The runes prevented its entry and thus it stood there waiting. Tsim was never overly fond of necromancy, considering it a "dirty magic" but contrary to popular belief it wasn't evil at its core and it was just another form of magic. It never made him feel good however. With a rasp, the creature said "Lord Drumagth wishes to have an audiance with you, Librarian." lacking any form of life in its voice. Tsim took a moment to think about the words the herald spoke of. He hadn't heard from Drumagth in years, not since that dreadful corruption business. However if he wanted to talk than he most likely either wanted or needed something. Interesting. Gazing down at the undead, Tsim said "Tell your master he is welcome to drop by anytime he wishes, dreadfully sorry but I cannot leave my holding for the foreseeable future as I have some important work to do." With that the creature left, leaving something sour in the air that stuck itself to Tsim like a parasite. Trouble was on the horizon and it looked like he was going to be in the middle of the storm when it comes.
Aaaaand done.
Lord Ghroul's arrival was not a gentle one, heralded by the cry of the Headsman's Axe and Warpfire as he was pulled through the warp. The fires of his rage didn't die down until the closest cultist felt the teeth of his axe. Surrounded by the remains of an enemy that barely fought back killed his mood, bringing his fire back to ice. Giving a dismissive grunt, Ghroul left the meat to the scavengers and looked upon the being above him. "Erebus." he rasped through a ravaged Vox com, this wasn't the first time he had met the Dark Apostle. Lord Ghroul had seen the man several times throughout the Heresy, always by Horus' side and whispering secrets into his ear. At the time Ghroul couldn't appreciate the Architects methods, being a slave to the Butchers Nails as he was, but with clarity came appreciation. His scheming lead to many battles against the Corpse Emperor, none of which have matched the scale of the Battle for Terra. Back then he was behind the betrayer, Kharn, when the World Eaters broke through and the real slaughter began. What the Architect now offered, a chance of redemption for his fellow legion and honor for Khorne. Well, he wouldn't disappoint. When the Plague Lord spoke it ground against his frayed nerves, hitting every point and saying all the wrong words. Bringing the spiked end of his axe into the floor, Ghroul rasped [i]"Your rotton god will not claim the Corpse Emperors head plague worm, the skull throne will have his skull even if I have to pry it from his shoulders!"[i] His fist tightening around the haft in preparation for battle should the plague worm wish it.
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