ReusableSword

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go ahead, hell he could have killed someone close to her if you want, like family or something.

@Esailia

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.... posted I also might still be at work lol.... also the numbers of people he himself has killed isn't that high, its just he usually doesn't work alone. he's just being blamed for all of it that's why the numbers up there.

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He didn’t react when the man appeared before him, little could disrupt the euphoria he was experiencing that was until the man spoke. This Dark robed man who stood before him seemed experienced, hands reaching for what looked like the hilt of a blade before hesitating. His orange eyes looked the man over, “you’re not a guard, Assassin maybe. With body type… scout more likely yet too much practice and discipline. Hmm former military likely” he spoke aloud as if thinking in a mono tone voice. “If he is a trained killer, maybe he is here for you?” the demons words whispered through his mind, “No I doubt he is, his eyes betray him. There is no fear, curiosity more likely.”

Then he was distracted by yet another, this time a girl she looked young pale skin and white hair. She was short and a bit courageous getting in between two relatively sized men. He raised his hands slowly to adjust the wrappings around his face to better hide it from them, this was something he has done so often its almost second nature to him. The iron chains rattled as he moved his arms before resting them back down at his sides. Then this girl did something unexpected, she touched him and spoke to him like a human. He took a deep breath as she rested her hand over his heart and after pausing for a moment to hear her words he recoiled away from her touch.

It was only a few steps simply to be out of arm’s length, as if she represented danger or something he did not deserve. “Please” the man spoke still looking at where she had touched him, “Don’t do that again.” His eyes gradually looked back up at her, “Neither of you show fear, so you must not know who I am... or you don't care” The man bit his lip underneath his scarf, “you could give them a false name” The demons words held strategy but was not the advice he needed, “No Argor I will tell them the truth, even if they try to kill me”

The man stood up straight and looked to them, “My name is Victor Warnock, the people of Chaosera have grown to give me the name the Crimson Marauder” he paused for a moment to let it sink in and judge their reactions as well as giving himself time to take off his head wrap, “I was supposed to be put to death by executioners ax for the murders of at least two hundred villagers and five nobles, the destruction of three villages, as well as numerous acts to incite chaos and tyranny against the crown.” Again he paused this time for a while longer, “I’d like to make it a point whether you believe me or not that it was not my choice to do the things I have done. As for your provisions, I can only guess that I was easier to dispose of with you, then with them.” Again he paused this time looking around at both his surroundings and the others.

The surrounding plains where bare for the most part, aside from the odd shrub or small tree. The orange sky and strange cloud formations would have convinced him he was somewhere far away but the fact that the sky was orange and the sun was still rather up in the sky irked his sense of well everything. It all seemed off, in smell, feel, and sound. “Where am I?”

@checkeredsoul@Yuuta@Esailia@Regitnui@Force and Fury

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@Yuuta

would you like me to do one more before you go on?

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@Regitnui...... that would seriously mess with him... however he may just love her forever lol

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Woo first post

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It was dark for a time as the man in the crate slept, the constant cheers of the crowd around this group of intrepid adventures and explorers were only screams melded with fire in the man’s mind. What this man saw in his dreams was beautiful at first. Dancing in a meadow, only him and a girl, she was short with fox like brown and red ears and tail, long soft blond hair flowed over her shoulders, deep caring blue eyes pierced his very soul, and the smile she had could warm any man’s cold heart. He reached for her grasping toward her beckoning Kind hand, yet his touch turned her to ash and the meadow was swept up with fire until it was all he could see.

Suddenly he stood in the center of a burning village, a familiar village, his village. Blood dripped off him and his ax, bodies strewn around him, all with familiar faces and a look of either horror or bewilderment frozen on the corpses, how could this man, their friend, do this? Then swirling through the smoke another man stood his figure imposing over the village like a giant. This man wore a black robe and a cracked red mask that allowed a broken smile to be shown through as he looked at this murderer before him and knew in that instant there was no one left for that man to turn to, to run to, he was in control.

The rocking of the cart woke him first and it took him a moment to take in his surroundings, the iron restraints were still on his arms, they allowed limited movement but were loud. The crate he was in was cramped and had items in it that read, at least what he could see, were seeds of some kind. Slowly he attempted to lift the lid, two hinges on one side and a small lock on the other, simple pine wood and iron rivets used in its construction. The sound of voices from outside the wagon made him freeze for a moment, casually he looked through some slits in the wood. Someone was driving the cart and the sky looked orange, “Dusk” he whispered to himself before giving himself a mental situation report and a plan.

First off he needed to get out of this crate but doing so will shift the rest of the load that is resting on top of said crate, then what? “Remember that time we got caught in the forest?” a deep dark voice echoed through his mind, “why hello to you too Argor” he whispered quietly. “Child, that time in the forest, break the lock or the crate then jump and roll out the back in one move. Then run and don’t look back.” The voice was a bit condescending but he had a plan, whatever guards were out there probably thought he was going to be out for a lot longer and were not going to expect him to be awake.

So he slowly wrapped his head in what manner he could to cover himself then waited and positioned himself to strike the lock and hinge that kept him in, after a few deep breaths to mentally prepare himself he began his escape. With a loud crack his fist splintered the wood and he pushed the crate open shifting the supply’s in the cart, in two steps he was at the back of the cart and with another lunge and a roll he was ready to start sprinting off. But he hesitated he knelt there on the ground his hands feeling the earth beneath him and slowly he stood looking at the earth slipping through his hands. “I don’t feel him” he whispered, “neither do i, the presence… its gone” Argor seemed confused. “We are free? WE ARE FREE!” he shouted as he looked to the sky and slowly looked around, “now, where the hell am I?”

@Yuuta

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Victor Warnock

Name: Victor Warnock AKA Vicky, Vic, or V

Age: 26

Race: Cursed Human

Apperance

Appearance: Victor stands at 6’0’’ and weighs just over 230Lbs. with an average muscular build. He has orange hair and yellow eyes, ceremonial tattoos are scrawled across his body giving off a slight orange glow at all times, like the light from a single candle. He wears a long headscarf and baggy clothing to hide the glow and his rather infamous face.

Role: Carpenter and lumberjack.

Bio: Victor had a rather normal and simple life growing up. Being raised in a small village far from the hustle and bustle of the city, this village was surrounded by thick forests and the occasional old ruin. His father was a carpenter and his mother a cook, they raised him to know how to read and write. The father teaching the boy how to find and cut trees into lumber and usable pieces, his mother always making sure he was fed and knew how to cook for himself. It wasn’t long before he took a liking to one of the local girls, Sara Frostfire a Kitsune whose family were the local healers.

For a time he was happy, a young strong boy with a very lovely kitsune he was on the verge of marrying who wouldn’t be happy. Alas, things were not to last, one special night he took his soon to be bride deep into the forest to a special place. A small hot spring, light from the full moon shown down into the light blue pool. This was to be their first time alone, to just be enveloped in each other’s company yet someone had other plans. They were followed by others wearing red hoods and black masks, in an instant they were surrounded and subdued before being knocked unconscious, The last thing he remembers is Sara’s screams.

He woke confused and frightened in a large old room, his hands were bound and he had a gag in his mouth. Candles and moon light filled the room with enough light to show strange and old runes spread across the ceiling, walls and floor. The runes that were engraved around him were filled with a red viscus liquid, this place was old, felt old, smelled old with only the sound of a slight dripping somewhere around him and his own breathing. He didn’t see them at first, the hooded figures that stood so quiet and still around the circular room not until one stepped out wearing an entirely black robe and red featureless mask. This Man spoke first then the others followed, they spoke a language he did not understand and somehow it hurt him to hear it. Victor writhed in pain his only thought was to desperately search for his love.

The chanting didn’t stop and some hooded figures soon began focusing their magic towards the center, not on him but towards the runes on the floor around him and then slowly they all began to do so. The pain… the pain… pain… pain… his thoughts were drowned out he could hear screaming he tried to see who was screaming but noticed he couldn’t see anything, only darkness. He woke in that chamber, he could see but he was taller and his field of view had changed he could see more now than before yet he was kneeling. When he tried to stand nothing happened, he couldn’t move or talk and what movements he did make were involuntary as if he was only watching and listening as something else controlled him.

The mage that began the chant stood before him and spoke, “Argor, The Blood Demon, your payment has been fulfilled with the blood of a virgin and the soul of another. I am your new master you will obey your master, you will obey me. Now go Argor and spread my terror and will across the country side.” For the next four years to come Victor had to bear witness to the crimes he was being hunted for, terrible things that left him broken. He was able to find Sara again her body had been ravaged and bled dry, he figured that her blood was the red liquid at the ritual and all he did was buried her and take the ring he gave her.

It took them 4 years, 4 long and bloody years to capture him and take him to court. The local lord a man driven by justice and superstition was his judge, then something unexpected happened someone got it into the lord’s head that if he were to kill victor it could release the demon bound to him into this world. Yet to please the public and their unrest he told them he was going to destroy this man and the beast within. Victor didn’t care no punishment was harsh enough, no jest, insult, or question broke his concentration on the two plain gold rings he held in his hands. And yet he was subdued and put to sleep by a mage’s spell. Now it seems the lord simply wanted to get rid of the man and banish him to the new world by locking him in a crate and placing it in with the food supply that was to go with the expedition team, thus brushing his problem under the rug.

Skills: Other than what is expected of his profession building and lumber gathering, Victor is rather skilled in cooking and foraging, as well as basic farming and medicine with a bit of singing and playing musical instruments put in. With living in the forest for so long his survival skills are quite good and if necessary he can defend himself from wild animals but does not like violence.

Magic: Aside from his curse Victor has no magical aptitude to the point that even enchanted or magic items are simply mundane in his hands, this may be a byproduct of the demon taking whatever magic he has.

The Curse: By means of old magic, Victor is soul bound to a demon named Argor. Lately he has been able to control his transitions and although he has no control over the demon yet it seems to know friend from foe. This binding has given Victor slightly improved stamina and strength compared to normal humans.

The Demon: Argor is a Sadistic cruel creature that has an aptitude for Combat, violence, And bloodshed. Two things change when he takes control of Victor, the first is his eyes turn completely black by unknown means and the second and more noticeable is the color of his tattoos change from yellowish orange to a dark red. This change can be sudden and happens randomly or when Victor is emotionally compromised. However, Being that he is in a separate realm from the mage that summoned him, Argor now has free will of his actions.

Equipment: Other than his carpentry equipment, shovel, pick, ax, saw, hand drill, hammer, nails, knife, Etc… he has nothing other than two golden rings he wears with a simple metal chain around his neck and his unusual baggy clothes. Argor prefers to use the lumber axe when in combat.

Other: If you get him to talk about his past which he is still reconciling, consider yourself lucky he doesn’t like talking about his past. Also the demon isn't a silent bystander and does talk to Victor, where Victor might just seem like hes having an argument or talking to himself to others. Also Victor is known to some as the "Crimson Marauder" for his murder spree and the destruction he has caused.

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You have piqued my curiosity good sir.

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@Yuuta

I have edited the character to your request, I hope it looks better now.