々 PHRIXUS DRAGON'S SIN OF WRATH [ someone end me ]
his rage is an inferno. a blazing fire. but he is frigid, colder than the arctic. nonetheless, he was wrath. he was a man of sins.
SIN wrath
ANIMAL dragon
SACRED TREASURE
lostvayne.
i. ) made by the elf clan.
ii. ) it's appearance is that of a curved short sword with the dragon emblem on it's hilt. it has five holes in the center and semi-circles on the straight side of the blade. it's green in color, but the half that the sharp side of it was on was silver.
iii. ) this weapon gifted him with the ability clone himself up to four. however, depending on the number of clones made, their powers would be reduced accordingly ( meaning they were weaker than he, himself ).
TATTOO on the palm of his right hand.
ABILITY
full counter, the ability to counter any magical attack, whilst doubling the prowess of it, with the use of a weapon.
TECHNIQUES / SKILLS
i. ) battling. it should be known that he was not the most predictable of fighters. having learn how to fight in underground fighting matches, he was like a raging wild animal you simply could not easily figure out. more about taking opportunies and advantages should it show itself, very dirty methods to reach victory, and more, the man was ruthless. so to put it simply, there were no proper techniques or skills, only raw and vicious adaptability as he learned about his opponent trhough the fight and with his level head, figure out the best method to destroy the other.
ii. ) weaponry. he rarely used lostvayne, and his choice of weapon ended up making him still a hand-to-hand combatant. whilst he was willing to use one, he mostly relied on his body as it was what he was most comfortable with. he liked to use the small bits of armor he had to use it as defensive measures, though.
BATTLE ARMOR
i. ii.
( akin to the image but not exactly the same, with less fancy designs and more plain shapes. nothing around his neck and collarbone too. and less unnecessary accessories like the armband in general. )
wearing nothing to cover much of his torso, one may think of him as a vulnerable target. the only sign of armor was the golden, sturdy, plating around his forearm, knees and lower half of his legs. he preferred mobility over defensive measures. there was a large spike protruding each out of his knees, as well some other sharp additions to his gauntlet, which gave him more offensive use for it.
ADDITIONAL WEAPONRY
i. ) gauntlet: i.
golden in color, covering his hand and forearm, with sharp claws and spikes on the knuckles, this was his preferable weapon. being a hand-to-hand combatant, these spikes and claws can be very deadly to others.
ii. ) knee spikes.
you really don't want to get kneed by him, or have those spikes anywhere close. it covered up a large area and can cause fatal wounds.
TRAINING
preferring to go off alone to train, but occasionally he will accept an overseer ( read: merlin or gowther ) or a partner to spar ( read: escanor or ban or meliodas ( aka holy knight trio ) because kiran always held back ). if he didn't have anyone around, he generally just tried his best to destroy whatever he had in his hands.
sometimes he lets himself to do the dreadful socialising by training with others so that he could understand how they work better ( much to his chagrin ). unfortunately, it was necessary if he wanted the team to succeed.
most times he still preferred to focus on pure combat, but knowing his enemies, he did force himself to learn how to utilize his powers better by being merlin's guinea pig for offensive spells. in the case of lostvayne, he mainly used it to assess the power of his strength and learned how he, himself, fought. that way he knew what flaws to tackle.
ANIMAL dragon
SACRED TREASURE
lostvayne.
i. ) made by the elf clan.
ii. ) it's appearance is that of a curved short sword with the dragon emblem on it's hilt. it has five holes in the center and semi-circles on the straight side of the blade. it's green in color, but the half that the sharp side of it was on was silver.
iii. ) this weapon gifted him with the ability clone himself up to four. however, depending on the number of clones made, their powers would be reduced accordingly ( meaning they were weaker than he, himself ).
TATTOO on the palm of his right hand.
ABILITY
full counter, the ability to counter any magical attack, whilst doubling the prowess of it, with the use of a weapon.
TECHNIQUES / SKILLS
i. ) battling. it should be known that he was not the most predictable of fighters. having learn how to fight in underground fighting matches, he was like a raging wild animal you simply could not easily figure out. more about taking opportunies and advantages should it show itself, very dirty methods to reach victory, and more, the man was ruthless. so to put it simply, there were no proper techniques or skills, only raw and vicious adaptability as he learned about his opponent trhough the fight and with his level head, figure out the best method to destroy the other.
ii. ) weaponry. he rarely used lostvayne, and his choice of weapon ended up making him still a hand-to-hand combatant. whilst he was willing to use one, he mostly relied on his body as it was what he was most comfortable with. he liked to use the small bits of armor he had to use it as defensive measures, though.
BATTLE ARMOR
i. ii.
( akin to the image but not exactly the same, with less fancy designs and more plain shapes. nothing around his neck and collarbone too. and less unnecessary accessories like the armband in general. )
wearing nothing to cover much of his torso, one may think of him as a vulnerable target. the only sign of armor was the golden, sturdy, plating around his forearm, knees and lower half of his legs. he preferred mobility over defensive measures. there was a large spike protruding each out of his knees, as well some other sharp additions to his gauntlet, which gave him more offensive use for it.
ADDITIONAL WEAPONRY
i. ) gauntlet: i.
golden in color, covering his hand and forearm, with sharp claws and spikes on the knuckles, this was his preferable weapon. being a hand-to-hand combatant, these spikes and claws can be very deadly to others.
ii. ) knee spikes.
you really don't want to get kneed by him, or have those spikes anywhere close. it covered up a large area and can cause fatal wounds.
TRAINING
preferring to go off alone to train, but occasionally he will accept an overseer ( read: merlin or gowther ) or a partner to spar ( read: escanor or ban or meliodas ( aka holy knight trio ) because kiran always held back ). if he didn't have anyone around, he generally just tried his best to destroy whatever he had in his hands.
sometimes he lets himself to do the dreadful socialising by training with others so that he could understand how they work better ( much to his chagrin ). unfortunately, it was necessary if he wanted the team to succeed.
most times he still preferred to focus on pure combat, but knowing his enemies, he did force himself to learn how to utilize his powers better by being merlin's guinea pig for offensive spells. in the case of lostvayne, he mainly used it to assess the power of his strength and learned how he, himself, fought. that way he knew what flaws to tackle.
YO! IT'S NICE TO FINALLY MEET ONE OF THE SINS. I'M MELIODAS AND THIS IS MERLIN! WHAT'S YOURS?
looking at the knight, he gave no indication to answer. then after a moment, he gave a simple shrug. he saw merlin merely telling the other to simply call him wrath.
uh...well then, wrath, PLEASE STATE YOUR SIN AND YOUR ABILITY PLEASE.
he raised an eyebrow at meliodas. shouldn't they all know already at this point? and he just called him wrath—as if that wasn't a strong indicator of what he was. so he merely answered "... full counter."
WE ARE AWARE OF THE CRIME YOU DID, INTENTIONAL OR NOT. ARE YOU WILLING TO BEHAVE AND FOLLOW ORDERS FROM BOTH ME, SIR MELIODAS, QUEEN MADORA OR ANY OF THE HIGHER OFFICIALS WHILE YOU ARE GIVEN A CHANCE TO STAY IN LIONES?
he simply nodded. he knew where he stood in this whole situation. after all, he signed up for this just to have a bit more freedom and to fight some people.
GOOD. ARE YOU ALSO WILLING TO BE MY BACK-UP GUINEA PIG?
ARE YOU TRYING TO HURT GOWTHER'S FEELINGS, MERLIN?
he's been someone's rabid dog before, what different was there to be a guinea pig? perhaps it might end up being useful for him, he didn't know. in the end, he merely gave a shrug in response. he'll see how things go in teh future.
ON TO THE SERIOUS ISSUES, ARE YOU AWARE OF THE SITUATION YOU'RE IN?
he was rather aware of how things would be. but once again, he could really care less. it was better than being stuck in prison at least. so, he once again nodded. meliodas seemed to take his lacking answers with stride, whilst merlin was more or less amused. he had a feeling she was trying to dissect him from all the minute details he expressed.
IT'S NOT LIKE YOU HAVE ANY MUCH OF A CHOICE SINCE YOU'RE THE ONE CHOSEN BY THE QUEEN. HOW SKILLED ARE YOU IN COMBAT? HAD ANY PAST EXPERIENCES?
he very much agreed with merlin on that. it was either this or letting himself descent into madness once more after all. her words about his commbat skills made him scoff a bit. years of underground fighting as well as eradicating a whole village....he knew she knew his records. so he merely nods once more. it was a waste of breath to speak.
aRE YOU WILLING TO DO WHAT THE GREAT HOLY KNIGHT, BY YOURS TRULY, WOULD ORDER EVEN IF IT MEANS TO PUT YOUR LIFE ON THE LINE TO SAVE MANY?
him? put his life on the line for others? the man who killed his own family in cold blood? an amusing thought that was. but he supposed that was his job right now. still, he'll cross the line somewhere at times. so, he supposed the answer was a simple shrug. and so shrug he did.
ALRIGHT NOW FOR INSTANCES, HAVING ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS ISN'T ILLEGAL HOWEVER CAN BE A HINDRANCE TO BOTH YOUR TRAININGS AND MISSIONS. HOW CAN YOU ASSURE US THAT THESE TWO THINGS WOULD NOT INTERFER?
once again, he thought of his parents. no matter how it is, he would not let any bonds get in his way. he's merely miffed that he couldn't shake his head or nod to explain the answer. after some time, he finally grumbled out "don't care. mission first."
MHM, I SEE. IF YOU DIE, CAN YOU ASSURE US THAT YOUR FUTURE LOVER WOULD NOT PUT ANY GRUDGE ON US?
MERLIN, THAT'S JUST MEAN OF YOU
it's not like he'd know what lover he will have. or if he'll even have one for that matter. in the end, he gave a shrugonce more, it was all dependant on how his life turned out.
ALRIGHT. I THINK THIS IS ALL I CAN ASK OF YOU. HOW ABOUT YOU, MELIODAS?
NAH, I ALREADY HAVE WHAT I NEEDED
he's satisfied that this was the end. he was planning on napping soon. too much interactions were always so exhausting and he just wanted to rest.
THANK YOU FOR ANSWERING US. YOU CAN FOLLOW BAN ON YOUR WAY OUTSIDE.
he spun on his feet and headed to the white haired knight. he was done for today, and ban was his ticke way out of here.
KIRAN
ashes of the past
FULL NAME: kiran varma
AGE: 30
OCCUPATION: holy knight
FC: karna ( fate/grand order )
WEAPON:
i. ) शुद्धिकरण ( shuddhikaran; purification )
it looks like a talwar sword, however a thin line ( 2.5cm / 1 inch in width ) that started at the hilt and near the end of the blade. said line was hollowed out. another thing to note was the shuddhikaran did not harm those that it cut. instead, it healed anything, may it be from magic, a curse, a wound from battle, poison or the sort. as long as it's curable, he could do it. the only problem were anything that was specifically designed to ignore effects of any magical healing process. moreover, after healing someone, the hollow line in the center of the blade gets filled up slowly, glowing light green magic indicating him filling up the gauge. it will take time to fill it all up, though. this is when the offensive part of this blade came into play. healing allowed him to fill up the sword with magical energy that can shoot out of the blade. he could control how much magical energy to shoot out as well, but it tends to drain quite a lot from the blade. however, should he fill up the blade in full he had the potential to actually turn his sword into a very deadly tank ( but to this day, he had yet to fill his sword's gauge up to that point ).
ii. ) सरल ( saral; simple )
a plain talwar sword that worked as an ordinary sword. due to the nature of his magical weapon, he had to actually use this sword instead to do the damage for him.
FIGHTING STYLE:
he was chivalrous, not one to play dirty unless necessary, and generally played smart more than with brawns. he was agile, but he was quite the strong one too, still his focus was on speed and dexterity. he also preferred to wait for the right moments to strike at vital points than to chip someone down slowly.
PERSONALITY:
+ benevolent; open-minded; loyal; chivalrous
= selfless; self-critical; willful
– lack of self-esteem; awkward; aloof; submissive
he was once a young boy, but then an old man took him away from the family he loved ( and the treacherous life too poisonous for his golden heart ) and turned into a puppet. although obedient, a pushover, and one to follow others no matter how demeaning it can be on his end, his kind heart was never crushed. strong even under the hate, but sometimes a stubborn heart can be bad. especially when it makes him still willing to protect his criminal ( murderer. monster. how could you have done that? ) of a brother despite knowing what he's done. a true knight in many ways, as much of a fool he can be ( sheltered by his grandfather to prevent him from turning to his father ).
RELATIONSHIP:
one, the man behind a genocide and now holding the power of a demon, represnting its sin—wrath. the other, a holy knight who had only wanted to save his family and continue onward for their sake. reunited in the castle, one that they thought they could only dream of doing so as little boys. but now, the sinner stood in front of the holy knight as the man who killed their family and home, and the knight as the ashes of the past he tried so desperately to have burn down.
kiran tried to reach out to wrath ( rakesh, he was and will only be rakesh to him ), wanting to apologise to have failed him. he wanted to hold him close and protect him from the world, wanted to shower him with the love he had failed to give him after he was taken away. but rakesh ( he was nobody now, nameless and have burned down his past ) wanted nothing to do with what he had tried to rid off. kiran had a way to keep him on his toes, taut in posture as he regarded his brother with sharp eyes and a sense of distaste.
it's hate and love, brothers that were much too different from each other yet even so, they knew each other far too well. perhaps one day he would burn kiran, or maybe kiran will melt a bit of the ice that was his brother's soul. either way, they were as much of strangers now as they were once the little boys tht were brothers that held onto each other hands in the face of a cruel world.
( in case you were wondering how kiran is like with the rest of his holy knights—escanor dotes on him like a child, the one who was fond of him like family and had been a great support when he found out about the death of his parents. ban was always playful with him, bringing him out of his awkward shell and making him interact with others. ban was also the one who always made sure he knew he was great and that he should be confident in himself. in fact, he, meliodas and ban had met in the academy and became an odd trio themselves. meliodas was the one who pushed him onward and motivated him to get better every day. he was also the one trying to make sure meliodas didn't let his temper get to him and keep ban in check. )
AGE: 30
OCCUPATION: holy knight
FC: karna ( fate/grand order )
WEAPON:
i. ) शुद्धिकरण ( shuddhikaran; purification )
it looks like a talwar sword, however a thin line ( 2.5cm / 1 inch in width ) that started at the hilt and near the end of the blade. said line was hollowed out. another thing to note was the shuddhikaran did not harm those that it cut. instead, it healed anything, may it be from magic, a curse, a wound from battle, poison or the sort. as long as it's curable, he could do it. the only problem were anything that was specifically designed to ignore effects of any magical healing process. moreover, after healing someone, the hollow line in the center of the blade gets filled up slowly, glowing light green magic indicating him filling up the gauge. it will take time to fill it all up, though. this is when the offensive part of this blade came into play. healing allowed him to fill up the sword with magical energy that can shoot out of the blade. he could control how much magical energy to shoot out as well, but it tends to drain quite a lot from the blade. however, should he fill up the blade in full he had the potential to actually turn his sword into a very deadly tank ( but to this day, he had yet to fill his sword's gauge up to that point ).
ii. ) सरल ( saral; simple )
a plain talwar sword that worked as an ordinary sword. due to the nature of his magical weapon, he had to actually use this sword instead to do the damage for him.
FIGHTING STYLE:
he was chivalrous, not one to play dirty unless necessary, and generally played smart more than with brawns. he was agile, but he was quite the strong one too, still his focus was on speed and dexterity. he also preferred to wait for the right moments to strike at vital points than to chip someone down slowly.
PERSONALITY:
+ benevolent; open-minded; loyal; chivalrous
= selfless; self-critical; willful
– lack of self-esteem; awkward; aloof; submissive
he was once a young boy, but then an old man took him away from the family he loved ( and the treacherous life too poisonous for his golden heart ) and turned into a puppet. although obedient, a pushover, and one to follow others no matter how demeaning it can be on his end, his kind heart was never crushed. strong even under the hate, but sometimes a stubborn heart can be bad. especially when it makes him still willing to protect his criminal ( murderer. monster. how could you have done that? ) of a brother despite knowing what he's done. a true knight in many ways, as much of a fool he can be ( sheltered by his grandfather to prevent him from turning to his father ).
RELATIONSHIP:
one, the man behind a genocide and now holding the power of a demon, represnting its sin—wrath. the other, a holy knight who had only wanted to save his family and continue onward for their sake. reunited in the castle, one that they thought they could only dream of doing so as little boys. but now, the sinner stood in front of the holy knight as the man who killed their family and home, and the knight as the ashes of the past he tried so desperately to have burn down.
kiran tried to reach out to wrath ( rakesh, he was and will only be rakesh to him ), wanting to apologise to have failed him. he wanted to hold him close and protect him from the world, wanted to shower him with the love he had failed to give him after he was taken away. but rakesh ( he was nobody now, nameless and have burned down his past ) wanted nothing to do with what he had tried to rid off. kiran had a way to keep him on his toes, taut in posture as he regarded his brother with sharp eyes and a sense of distaste.
it's hate and love, brothers that were much too different from each other yet even so, they knew each other far too well. perhaps one day he would burn kiran, or maybe kiran will melt a bit of the ice that was his brother's soul. either way, they were as much of strangers now as they were once the little boys tht were brothers that held onto each other hands in the face of a cruel world.
( in case you were wondering how kiran is like with the rest of his holy knights—escanor dotes on him like a child, the one who was fond of him like family and had been a great support when he found out about the death of his parents. ban was always playful with him, bringing him out of his awkward shell and making him interact with others. ban was also the one who always made sure he knew he was great and that he should be confident in himself. in fact, he, meliodas and ban had met in the academy and became an odd trio themselves. meliodas was the one who pushed him onward and motivated him to get better every day. he was also the one trying to make sure meliodas didn't let his temper get to him and keep ban in check. )
MADORA
the queen
the queen was not someone he cared for, much like everyone else. to him, she was someone he just had to follow the orders of. he's not afraid to question her if he found something impractical about her decisions, though. after all, as 'obedient' as he may be, he was making sure he survived all the ordeals he got thrown into.
MELIODAS
holy knight
his brother held great respect for meliodas, however he was not his brother. in fact, he treated meliodas much like he would with the queen. however, he wouldn't mind sparring with the other and had shown great interest for it. after all, since he was supposed to fight strong monsters, why not spar with one of the known strongest? although, meliodas was most definitely shocked to find out the man of wrath was related to his friend kiran as brothers of all things. meliodas was still unsure about the sins as a whole, but kiran did plead to take care of his younger brother well ( even if said younge brother ooked ready to burn him with his gaze ).
HARLEQUIN
fairy king
if it wasn't obvious, the man could care less about those of royalty or of high ranking. king tend to find himself rather irritated by his lack of responses and rude manners, but he at least listened to an extent. he was also the one who usually made sure that [ greed ] and king would be able to cooperate if need be as he really didn't want to deal with troublesome squabbles.
DIANE
giant warrior
perhaps, in a sense, diane and him could be considered okay with each other. a part of him will always be a child, the one forced down and away in order to face the cruel world and live to tell the tale. the childish but kind diane was someone he didn't exactly wanted to bother with initially, but on moods where he didn't want to be pestered—he lets her drag him to wahtever idea she had in mind. she was the one who can bring the child out of him and was one of the first to find out about his love of strawberries. she brought that bit of the child in him, and he didn't really mind that at all.
BAN
the other dog
ban couldn't believe that kiran and the criminal were brothers. softie kiran who always reprimanded him when he gets quite violent, brother to the man behind an entire genocide that had put his fellow holy knight's morale so low ( who had always been so strong but weakened and cried for the loss of his family ). ban was not happy with him, that's for sure. but the man of wrath ould care less, and he admttedly wished that he could have rid of kiran with everything else in his past. ban had definitely dragged him into spars to try and beat him up for the way he treated his own brother who cared so much for him, and he was happy to join in if only to get to fight. somehow, it's through the sparring that the wild men found peace with each other ( ban would still want to punch his face in if he hurts kiran again, though kiran also pleaded him and meliodas to forgive the brat much to his chagriin ).
GOWTHER
guinea pig
he and gowther only interacted with each other because of merlin. they were also the most tactless duo and have made many insensitive but straightforward remarks toward each other that never really hurt them as they understood the manner of speech they held. if merlin was occupied, he's the one he went for instead to train his full counter ability. not ones to converse much with each other truthfully, but they had an understanding.
ESCANOR
mushy soldier
he recalled the man from long ago, the one he had seen before he was sent into prison. despite knowing what crimes he had done, escanor had greeted him with a warm smile and seemed to fret about him. the day the man realized he was kiran's brother seemed to just up his resolve to be there for him. he wasn't sure he understood why escanor was doing all of that, and sometimes he couldn't help but think he's as much of a fool as his brother was. howeer, escanor looked at him in a similar manner as merlin. accepting, but gentler and warmer. it was like his parents, before their touches seemed to burn him and were like coals that only made the inferno brighter. escanor was also perhaps the only one who could get away with patting his head like a child, and if anyone asked he just said it was too much of a task to stop the man from doing so.
NAME
nickname
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NAME merlin
BACKUP
none, or pair him up with someone else please!
BIRTHDATE n/a
AGE 32
BIRTHPLACE here
ETHNICITY human
OCCUPATION royal vizier
BACKUP
none, or pair him up with someone else please!
BIRTHDATE n/a
AGE 32
BIRTHPLACE here
ETHNICITY human
OCCUPATION royal vizier
STATUS currently friends
ENDING actually dating
TRIVIA
i. ) merlin provides him strawberries whenever he did one of her language tests well.
ii. ) when merlin's busy doing something but generally just lying down or sitting as she's doing work, he's by her side and napping, may it be his head on her's, on her shoulder, on her lap, or even just lying by her leg like a puppy.
iii. ) they don't really care for what the other wore unless it was a speccial occasion. in all honesty, he especially would be the sort to be unphased by the sight of people.
iv. ) merlin liked to play with his hair a lot. in truth, he had much fluffier, softer, and longer hair which she may had done arious hairstyles on for the laughs.
v. ) on cold days, she'd be on his lap, his head over her's, and his hair being the warm blanket that she needed. his own body heat and arms were just a really good bonus.
vi. ) they're not an obvious couple, usually reserving anything that might make others think they were romantically involved wen they were alone.
vii. ) he still liked to stay in her room sometimes because he claimed the bed was nicer ( despite just ending up clinging to her who didn't sit on her bed most times ).
ENDING actually dating
TRIVIA
i. ) merlin provides him strawberries whenever he did one of her language tests well.
ii. ) when merlin's busy doing something but generally just lying down or sitting as she's doing work, he's by her side and napping, may it be his head on her's, on her shoulder, on her lap, or even just lying by her leg like a puppy.
iii. ) they don't really care for what the other wore unless it was a speccial occasion. in all honesty, he especially would be the sort to be unphased by the sight of people.
iv. ) merlin liked to play with his hair a lot. in truth, he had much fluffier, softer, and longer hair which she may had done arious hairstyles on for the laughs.
v. ) on cold days, she'd be on his lap, his head over her's, and his hair being the warm blanket that she needed. his own body heat and arms were just a really good bonus.
vi. ) they're not an obvious couple, usually reserving anything that might make others think they were romantically involved wen they were alone.
vii. ) he still liked to stay in her room sometimes because he claimed the bed was nicer ( despite just ending up clinging to her who didn't sit on her bed most times ).
First Meeting.
the tales of the executioner of narak was not unknown to her, after all, a man who destroyed a village was far from being not noteworthy. that's why she had opted to do a small interview to inspect the man, to see if he was worthy of holding the siin of wrath. if he wasn't, then she could throw him back in his cell. it's a dangerous game to play, some might say, but since when did anything come without a price?
she had never seen the executioner himself, but she did manage to find out that escanor was one of the last to see him before he got locked in. after subtly questioning the man, she found out that whoever was behind bars actually looked young, and seemed so small and frail that he almost couldn't believe that he was behind the genocide. a description that already ruined some expectations, but didn't deter her from seeing the man for herself.
when she reached the front of his cell, she found a man with dirty and greasy locks ( once a pure white, she could tell ). the tresses cover up most of his face and the fact that he kept his head bowed down didn't help her from seeing how the man actually looked. still, she asked him a question and he had answered.
it only took one question, but his words ( albeit short ) had set off the good feelings and she knew in her gut that he might just be the one. usually, she'd be more methodical but the queen would know best in the end. still, she was willing to take the risk.
yes, this might be the best course of action.
she had never seen the executioner himself, but she did manage to find out that escanor was one of the last to see him before he got locked in. after subtly questioning the man, she found out that whoever was behind bars actually looked young, and seemed so small and frail that he almost couldn't believe that he was behind the genocide. a description that already ruined some expectations, but didn't deter her from seeing the man for herself.
when she reached the front of his cell, she found a man with dirty and greasy locks ( once a pure white, she could tell ). the tresses cover up most of his face and the fact that he kept his head bowed down didn't help her from seeing how the man actually looked. still, she asked him a question and he had answered.
it only took one question, but his words ( albeit short ) had set off the good feelings and she knew in her gut that he might just be the one. usually, she'd be more methodical but the queen would know best in the end. still, she was willing to take the risk.
yes, this might be the best course of action.
Development.
i. )
the first time she saw him all cleaned up, she realized why escanor couldn't believe that this man was behind the end of narak. a pretty face, a lithe figure, and exuding calmness ( but she could see it, the flickeres of wrath that never died out ). men with a face like his could charm many ladies, but she had a feeling he'd rather beat them up for coming too close.
she had kept him close to her and away from the prying eys of others. after all, she didn't want to alert others since they had to keep quiet about what they were doing at first before revealing it to the rest. thankfully, the man was a cooperative one. she had prodded him at times to figure him out more, but the other always grunted out short answers or did a gesture to convey his answer. he's a mystery in many ways, the unknown that annhilated a vilage out of anger and hate.
but merlin was not one to be deterred, instead he piqued his interest and she liked to pick him apart. he seemed to notice, but he didn't care. and she noticed how sharp his eyes were, and perhaps they were playing the same game.
she realized too, that the other didn't cach some of her words, longer pauses when he had to comprehend her more difficult vocavulary, and shorter pauses when her question was simpler. she even asked him to read something for her, but realized he could not. now, that wouldn't do, and so she ushered him to her side and started to teach him words.
like many things, he expressed a lack of care. however, he humored her and tried to learn if only because she was a troublesome woman that he had a feeling would not stop pestering him.
ii. )
many were wary of him. a criminal that once ruined a village, but now he was even more powerful as he was blessed with a magical weapon and powers from a demon. the fact he represented wrath did not help either. but merlin was one of the very fewe who didn't care.
she also didn't want to change him, she didn't see a problem with him. letting him have his own free reign of being what he wants to be. and in turn, he never really cared for what she wanted to do. she liked to converse with him still, and sometimes he found himself not even saying something but she just understood. just like how he would look at her and hear all of the underlying words under her complex sentences.
it's the understanding, the perceptive eyes on each other, these interactions that made it easier to interact with each other. it's the meetings they have, may it be her teaching him some more words and how to read, training with each other to better themselves, or simply just them together having a moment of peace.
at some point, he leans against her and shut his eyes to take a nap as she focused on something else. she did not push him away and he lets himself dream, lulled by her warmth. and once he was asleep, she petted his head and it seemed to soothe him more. and it won't be the lest of such a happening, as the frigid man found himself wanting to latch onto her warmth in the privacy of their own space where they weren't undisturbed.
it's peaceful, a picture no one think that could have happened with these two until they see how they fit so well.
iii. )
"what's your name?" she asked him with an amused smile and an idea sparkling in her eyes. he knew it all too well, but he didn't know exactly what game she's playing at. instead he gave her a questioning look, to which she easily took it as he cue to explain.
"they call you wrath, that boy calls you rakesh, but you've never claimed it as your name." she pointed out, he blinked, not knowing the importance of it. frankly, he hated how kiran called him rakesh, and he didn't care what others call him. yet, he wasn't opposed to being named at all.
"...whatever you want it to be." he told her, giving her the reigns as he looked at her with curious eyes. he knew most would call him a fool for entrusting merlin of all people to name him, but out of everyone there was he trusted her.
"whatever i want? my, all the choices i can pick!" she grinned mischievously, howeer he culd tell from her gaze that she had already picked something out. bringing a hand to his face, she caressed it lightly as those much too knnowledgable eyes looked into his own dark and frigid ones.
"phrixus. a name from an old tale i've heard to have the meaning of the ripple of water in wind; the shivering of skin from fear. suitable for you, no?" she told him, as he leaned into her hand and hummed in response. the tune was pleasant, and she took it as a sign of approval.
"well then, from now on you are phrixus!" she nodded in satisfaction, pulling her hand away much to his chagrin. but he supposed phrixus was not a bad name, not a bad name at all.
( the next time someone asked him of his name, he'd confidently state "phrixus." )
iv. )
she was his confidant but he barely spoke. only bits and pieces of his psyche thrown about in a haphazard manner. but merlin was smart, and she took those pieces and completed the uzzle to know who he really was. iit's not as if he was hiding himself, he's open, but no one liked to see a man so close to that of a monster and painted images above him in a light that made him more vile or more humane. but he's not exactly either, and he wanted to ruin those that assumed too much.
she learned how far his hate went, even those some might call to be his friends ( but never him calling them as such ) were not ones he did not despise.
"do you hate me too then?" she worded it like a joke, eyes crinkling lightly as her smile widened. but he knew that the smile is a bit too wide and there's a sense of negaivity in her eyes that tried to steel itself. she was worried, but he was pretty sure she also knew the answer to it.
he nodded, and for a brief second she stiffened. however, before she could do anything else, he wraps his arms around her figure and nuzzled into the crook og her neck. a reassurance, a promise for an explanation. she waited, not saying a thing, as he tried to form words in his mind to clearly express himself.
"hate everyone. you give me a taste of freedom but we know you still shackle me down." when he raised his head to lock their eyes together, face so close that their nose tips grazed each other, those dark orbs of his were bitter yet accepting. still, it softened the slightest bit, ice melting away slowly. "yet i don't want to move away. poison laced honey."
she's an addiction in a sense, something he needed and wanted. someone who treated him normally and had embraced him as is. a peace among the chaos, one that he thought could have only been found in solitude. yet they knew she would never let him free, never let him burn the world down, a leash on his neck but such kind treatment to him because he listened to her well.
she did not turn away, instead she plays with his locks. no apology escapes his lips, still he thought that it was just lodged somewhere in .
"it's odd, isn't it? we're not good for each other yet we are." she merely commented instead, and he couldn't help but agree. "if you were just a little bit more ambitious, this would never have worked out. i'm quite surprised you're not sloth."
he grumbled and she laughed. their faces still too close, and before he knew it something pressed against his lips. shocked by the sudden action, his defenses let down and the woman leaves his arms. she chuckled at his expression, which he could tell was more genuine than the previous laughter. before he could question her, she leaves him alone.
for once, even though he was alone, there's no peace as his mind ran rampant because of a single simple action.
v. )
he didn't know much about positive feelings. the most positive people he knew were kiran and escanor. obviously, he went to escanor about it.
"warm." he pointed at his own chest when he finally found escanor and awy from anywehre crowded. "ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump goes really fast."
escanor blinked, looking at the smaller man who looked back at him with a straight face. then escanor realized what he was asking and his eyes widened ( merlin would have figured it out quicker, but something in him told him that he shouldn't ask her about it—feelings were a strange thing really ). "you—are you in love!?"
he blinked at the older man, and escanor beamed like a proud father. putting a large hand on his shouder, the gentle knight explained. "well, there's many kind of love. but i'm thinking you romantically love someone. someone you hold dear, want to be with for the rest of your life, and shower them in affection with."
he thinks about merlin and him together, thinks about himself having those feelings for her. it made him even warmer, made his heart race and set butterflies to his stomach. its a weird feeling, but it didn't clog his lungs and burned him.
"if i may ask, who is she? or well, he, i'm happy for you either way!" escanor exclaimed, curious eyes looking at the man of wrath. but all he did was grunt and move onward, waving him off with a hand. escanor sighed, knowing that this meant he was not going to find out unless the younger male started to publically show his affections for whoever he was interested in.
ah, young love.
vi. )
he found merlin back in her own room. and without missing a beat, he walked to her and kissed her.
the woman's eyes widened, but before she could make sense out of it or react in some way, he pulled away and looked at her curiously. then he placed his head over her chest and hummed. "ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump really fast."
next, he put his hand on her warm face, a light flush on her pale cheeks at the sudden gesture. "really warm, not burning."
finally, a light smile in place of his lips. a sight to behold, it even left the woman speechless. "is that love?"
ah, he found out. and he felt the same. merlin soon realized, then she couldn't help but let loose a genuine laugh at his gestures. perhaps he was like a dog, capable of being rabid as much as he was able to be cute. petting his hair, she smiled back, gentler and kinder. "yes, it's love."
the first time she saw him all cleaned up, she realized why escanor couldn't believe that this man was behind the end of narak. a pretty face, a lithe figure, and exuding calmness ( but she could see it, the flickeres of wrath that never died out ). men with a face like his could charm many ladies, but she had a feeling he'd rather beat them up for coming too close.
she had kept him close to her and away from the prying eys of others. after all, she didn't want to alert others since they had to keep quiet about what they were doing at first before revealing it to the rest. thankfully, the man was a cooperative one. she had prodded him at times to figure him out more, but the other always grunted out short answers or did a gesture to convey his answer. he's a mystery in many ways, the unknown that annhilated a vilage out of anger and hate.
but merlin was not one to be deterred, instead he piqued his interest and she liked to pick him apart. he seemed to notice, but he didn't care. and she noticed how sharp his eyes were, and perhaps they were playing the same game.
she realized too, that the other didn't cach some of her words, longer pauses when he had to comprehend her more difficult vocavulary, and shorter pauses when her question was simpler. she even asked him to read something for her, but realized he could not. now, that wouldn't do, and so she ushered him to her side and started to teach him words.
like many things, he expressed a lack of care. however, he humored her and tried to learn if only because she was a troublesome woman that he had a feeling would not stop pestering him.
ii. )
many were wary of him. a criminal that once ruined a village, but now he was even more powerful as he was blessed with a magical weapon and powers from a demon. the fact he represented wrath did not help either. but merlin was one of the very fewe who didn't care.
she also didn't want to change him, she didn't see a problem with him. letting him have his own free reign of being what he wants to be. and in turn, he never really cared for what she wanted to do. she liked to converse with him still, and sometimes he found himself not even saying something but she just understood. just like how he would look at her and hear all of the underlying words under her complex sentences.
it's the understanding, the perceptive eyes on each other, these interactions that made it easier to interact with each other. it's the meetings they have, may it be her teaching him some more words and how to read, training with each other to better themselves, or simply just them together having a moment of peace.
at some point, he leans against her and shut his eyes to take a nap as she focused on something else. she did not push him away and he lets himself dream, lulled by her warmth. and once he was asleep, she petted his head and it seemed to soothe him more. and it won't be the lest of such a happening, as the frigid man found himself wanting to latch onto her warmth in the privacy of their own space where they weren't undisturbed.
it's peaceful, a picture no one think that could have happened with these two until they see how they fit so well.
iii. )
"what's your name?" she asked him with an amused smile and an idea sparkling in her eyes. he knew it all too well, but he didn't know exactly what game she's playing at. instead he gave her a questioning look, to which she easily took it as he cue to explain.
"they call you wrath, that boy calls you rakesh, but you've never claimed it as your name." she pointed out, he blinked, not knowing the importance of it. frankly, he hated how kiran called him rakesh, and he didn't care what others call him. yet, he wasn't opposed to being named at all.
"...whatever you want it to be." he told her, giving her the reigns as he looked at her with curious eyes. he knew most would call him a fool for entrusting merlin of all people to name him, but out of everyone there was he trusted her.
"whatever i want? my, all the choices i can pick!" she grinned mischievously, howeer he culd tell from her gaze that she had already picked something out. bringing a hand to his face, she caressed it lightly as those much too knnowledgable eyes looked into his own dark and frigid ones.
"phrixus. a name from an old tale i've heard to have the meaning of the ripple of water in wind; the shivering of skin from fear. suitable for you, no?" she told him, as he leaned into her hand and hummed in response. the tune was pleasant, and she took it as a sign of approval.
"well then, from now on you are phrixus!" she nodded in satisfaction, pulling her hand away much to his chagrin. but he supposed phrixus was not a bad name, not a bad name at all.
( the next time someone asked him of his name, he'd confidently state "phrixus." )
iv. )
she was his confidant but he barely spoke. only bits and pieces of his psyche thrown about in a haphazard manner. but merlin was smart, and she took those pieces and completed the uzzle to know who he really was. iit's not as if he was hiding himself, he's open, but no one liked to see a man so close to that of a monster and painted images above him in a light that made him more vile or more humane. but he's not exactly either, and he wanted to ruin those that assumed too much.
she learned how far his hate went, even those some might call to be his friends ( but never him calling them as such ) were not ones he did not despise.
"do you hate me too then?" she worded it like a joke, eyes crinkling lightly as her smile widened. but he knew that the smile is a bit too wide and there's a sense of negaivity in her eyes that tried to steel itself. she was worried, but he was pretty sure she also knew the answer to it.
he nodded, and for a brief second she stiffened. however, before she could do anything else, he wraps his arms around her figure and nuzzled into the crook og her neck. a reassurance, a promise for an explanation. she waited, not saying a thing, as he tried to form words in his mind to clearly express himself.
"hate everyone. you give me a taste of freedom but we know you still shackle me down." when he raised his head to lock their eyes together, face so close that their nose tips grazed each other, those dark orbs of his were bitter yet accepting. still, it softened the slightest bit, ice melting away slowly. "yet i don't want to move away. poison laced honey."
she's an addiction in a sense, something he needed and wanted. someone who treated him normally and had embraced him as is. a peace among the chaos, one that he thought could have only been found in solitude. yet they knew she would never let him free, never let him burn the world down, a leash on his neck but such kind treatment to him because he listened to her well.
she did not turn away, instead she plays with his locks. no apology escapes his lips, still he thought that it was just lodged somewhere in .
"it's odd, isn't it? we're not good for each other yet we are." she merely commented instead, and he couldn't help but agree. "if you were just a little bit more ambitious, this would never have worked out. i'm quite surprised you're not sloth."
he grumbled and she laughed. their faces still too close, and before he knew it something pressed against his lips. shocked by the sudden action, his defenses let down and the woman leaves his arms. she chuckled at his expression, which he could tell was more genuine than the previous laughter. before he could question her, she leaves him alone.
for once, even though he was alone, there's no peace as his mind ran rampant because of a single simple action.
v. )
he didn't know much about positive feelings. the most positive people he knew were kiran and escanor. obviously, he went to escanor about it.
"warm." he pointed at his own chest when he finally found escanor and awy from anywehre crowded. "ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump goes really fast."
escanor blinked, looking at the smaller man who looked back at him with a straight face. then escanor realized what he was asking and his eyes widened ( merlin would have figured it out quicker, but something in him told him that he shouldn't ask her about it—feelings were a strange thing really ). "you—are you in love!?"
he blinked at the older man, and escanor beamed like a proud father. putting a large hand on his shouder, the gentle knight explained. "well, there's many kind of love. but i'm thinking you romantically love someone. someone you hold dear, want to be with for the rest of your life, and shower them in affection with."
he thinks about merlin and him together, thinks about himself having those feelings for her. it made him even warmer, made his heart race and set butterflies to his stomach. its a weird feeling, but it didn't clog his lungs and burned him.
"if i may ask, who is she? or well, he, i'm happy for you either way!" escanor exclaimed, curious eyes looking at the man of wrath. but all he did was grunt and move onward, waving him off with a hand. escanor sighed, knowing that this meant he was not going to find out unless the younger male started to publically show his affections for whoever he was interested in.
ah, young love.
vi. )
he found merlin back in her own room. and without missing a beat, he walked to her and kissed her.
the woman's eyes widened, but before she could make sense out of it or react in some way, he pulled away and looked at her curiously. then he placed his head over her chest and hummed. "ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump really fast."
next, he put his hand on her warm face, a light flush on her pale cheeks at the sudden gesture. "really warm, not burning."
finally, a light smile in place of his lips. a sight to behold, it even left the woman speechless. "is that love?"
ah, he found out. and he felt the same. merlin soon realized, then she couldn't help but let loose a genuine laugh at his gestures. perhaps he was like a dog, capable of being rabid as much as he was able to be cute. petting his hair, she smiled back, gentler and kinder. "yes, it's love."
Interactions.
in public, he tend to stick by her side if he could and mostly listened to her better than to anyone else. they kept it professional, though merlin did from time to time to which he would only give small grunts in response.
in private, he was more clingy. leaning against her, lying his head on her lap, and was also more vocal. she taught him about language to allow easier interactions, but it seemed that with his penchant of using the shortest possible responses, she was stuck to being the man of wrath's whisperer.
either way, they both held a great understanding of each other and little words were needed between them due to it. however, merlin liked to talk longer if only to see if he got her message right, and in turn he kept his answers shorter than usual to test her as well. it's a little game they play really.
in private, he was more clingy. leaning against her, lying his head on her lap, and was also more vocal. she taught him about language to allow easier interactions, but it seemed that with his penchant of using the shortest possible responses, she was stuck to being the man of wrath's whisperer.
either way, they both held a great understanding of each other and little words were needed between them due to it. however, merlin liked to talk longer if only to see if he got her message right, and in turn he kept his answers shorter than usual to test her as well. it's a little game they play really.
COMMENTS
i can't believe i made 9837423049 ideas but because this guy popped up in my game and i'm weak, i rolled with this instead akjsdhj. also the coding was inspired by a psd template n i had a completely different idea ( what's new ) but aff coding hates me :)))) so here we are w this ig lmao. also the coding's a bit iffy on the li section n idk why but fck it ksjdhfksdf.
SCENE SUGGESTIONS
i. ) kiran and phrixus moments PLEASE. i need messy bros intereacting ( ft. holy knights maybe cuz they're the one connected to the two )
ii. ) maybe some unsavory things about the dark truth of narak painting phrixus ins a different light but honeslty he stll did it just because he was pissed, nothing else and nothing more.
iii. ) more added later bc i always at this dkfhsdkf.
i can't believe i made 9837423049 ideas but because this guy popped up in my game and i'm weak, i rolled with this instead akjsdhj. also the coding was inspired by a psd template n i had a completely different idea ( what's new ) but aff coding hates me :)))) so here we are w this ig lmao. also the coding's a bit iffy on the li section n idk why but fck it ksjdhfksdf.
SCENE SUGGESTIONS
i. ) kiran and phrixus moments PLEASE. i need messy bros intereacting ( ft. holy knights maybe cuz they're the one connected to the two )
ii. ) maybe some unsavory things about the dark truth of narak painting phrixus ins a different light but honeslty he stll did it just because he was pissed, nothing else and nothing more.
iii. ) more added later bc i always at this dkfhsdkf.
PHRIXUS.
crime: genocide, years in prison: 5
twenty-five. male. human.
twenty-five. male. human.
NAME phrixus
i. ) given to him by merlin and what he considers his name. however, he is not often called as such due to people being used to calling him wrath since he was nameless for quite some time.
OTHER NAMES
i. ) wrath.
for quite some time, when others asked of his name, he would not reply or merely state that he had none. as such, most referred to him as his sin.
ii. ) rakesh varma
his given name meant full moon day, his surname meant protection. this was the name he once held, the man that existed prior to the genocide.
NICKNAMES
i. ) monster, demon, etc.
there's no doubt that he was a feared man. especially considering the crime he commited. it tales a certain kind of person to kill those of their own home, including their family, and held no remorse over it. many were wary of the idea of him becoming the leader of a group of criminals, mostly because they wondered if he'll ever stab them in their backs.
ii. ) toothless ( or tamed ) dog of liones
an insult coined by those outside and used by them, as well as the civilians of liones. for someone that bore the sin of wrath and was sent to prison for genocide, he was surprisingly tame and obedient. many would like to think that he had gotten weak, but in truth—everyone knew that he had not. and the only reason they lived, was because he did not see anyone worth his time to even bother with.
iii. ) the executioner of narak
the annihilation of a village, one that many had known about yet barely anyone knew the true culprit. only nown as the executioner of narak. there were many cruel and horrid imagery that was painted about him, so imagine their surprise to see someone with a pretty face.
GENDER male
ORIENTATION demi
BIRTHDATE oct 31
AGE twenty-five.
BIRTHPLACE narak, the 'peaceful' village
located far from the kingdom was a decently sized village. coming across it, the village seemed pretty normal, but in truth, many crimes and vile people hid under that mundane guise. narak is far from an ideal home, ruled by horrid people and the normal villagers being condemned to suffer under their hands. perhaps, it was good that it was gone for good.
ETHNICITY human
LANGUAGES
i. ) english
he wan't the most literate person, never having properly studied his own language due to the struggles of living in narak. he also wasn't one to use any difficult vocabulary, simple words and nothing too extravagant. his years in prison and lack of talking in the process did not help better it.
i. ) given to him by merlin and what he considers his name. however, he is not often called as such due to people being used to calling him wrath since he was nameless for quite some time.
OTHER NAMES
i. ) wrath.
for quite some time, when others asked of his name, he would not reply or merely state that he had none. as such, most referred to him as his sin.
ii. ) rakesh varma
his given name meant full moon day, his surname meant protection. this was the name he once held, the man that existed prior to the genocide.
NICKNAMES
i. ) monster, demon, etc.
there's no doubt that he was a feared man. especially considering the crime he commited. it tales a certain kind of person to kill those of their own home, including their family, and held no remorse over it. many were wary of the idea of him becoming the leader of a group of criminals, mostly because they wondered if he'll ever stab them in their backs.
ii. ) toothless ( or tamed ) dog of liones
an insult coined by those outside and used by them, as well as the civilians of liones. for someone that bore the sin of wrath and was sent to prison for genocide, he was surprisingly tame and obedient. many would like to think that he had gotten weak, but in truth—everyone knew that he had not. and the only reason they lived, was because he did not see anyone worth his time to even bother with.
iii. ) the executioner of narak
the annihilation of a village, one that many had known about yet barely anyone knew the true culprit. only nown as the executioner of narak. there were many cruel and horrid imagery that was painted about him, so imagine their surprise to see someone with a pretty face.
GENDER male
ORIENTATION demi
BIRTHDATE oct 31
AGE twenty-five.
BIRTHPLACE narak, the 'peaceful' village
located far from the kingdom was a decently sized village. coming across it, the village seemed pretty normal, but in truth, many crimes and vile people hid under that mundane guise. narak is far from an ideal home, ruled by horrid people and the normal villagers being condemned to suffer under their hands. perhaps, it was good that it was gone for good.
ETHNICITY human
LANGUAGES
i. ) english
he wan't the most literate person, never having properly studied his own language due to the struggles of living in narak. he also wasn't one to use any difficult vocabulary, simple words and nothing too extravagant. his years in prison and lack of talking in the process did not help better it.
FACECLAIM arjuna alter ( fate / grand order )
BACKUP agni ( black butler )
HEIGHT
177 cm ( 5'9" )
WEIGHT
77 kg ( 170 lbs )
APPEARANCE
long, white, wild, but fluffy locks on a pretty face that held sharp black eyes and nose. his face was that of beauty, not one would expect themselves to connect to a man known to have commited genocide. dark, brown skin that was a contrast to the white of his tresses. an athletic figure, scarred and wounded from years of underground fighting and due to his rampage. due to his battles and refusal to wear proper shoes, one could find calluses on them due to it. there were some on his hands from his constant battles as well. if he wasn't so marred, if no one knew his reputation, he would seem like a beautiful sculpture—especially with how frigid he was.
FASHION STYLE
he never cared about dressing up too much. back then, he'd even stop wearing shirts due to the hot sun and the fact it would lessen his family's budget for food. at this point, he's used to wearing some simple pants, tape his foot, forearm and hands, then go out as such because no one else in the village really cared ( many even dressed similarly to him ). he wasn't fond of wearing shirts anymore, and he felt even more annoyed in suits or fancy clothing too stuffy for his tastes.
BACKUP agni ( black butler )
HEIGHT
177 cm ( 5'9" )
WEIGHT
77 kg ( 170 lbs )
APPEARANCE
long, white, wild, but fluffy locks on a pretty face that held sharp black eyes and nose. his face was that of beauty, not one would expect themselves to connect to a man known to have commited genocide. dark, brown skin that was a contrast to the white of his tresses. an athletic figure, scarred and wounded from years of underground fighting and due to his rampage. due to his battles and refusal to wear proper shoes, one could find calluses on them due to it. there were some on his hands from his constant battles as well. if he wasn't so marred, if no one knew his reputation, he would seem like a beautiful sculpture—especially with how frigid he was.
FASHION STYLE
he never cared about dressing up too much. back then, he'd even stop wearing shirts due to the hot sun and the fact it would lessen his family's budget for food. at this point, he's used to wearing some simple pants, tape his foot, forearm and hands, then go out as such because no one else in the village really cared ( many even dressed similarly to him ). he wasn't fond of wearing shirts anymore, and he felt even more annoyed in suits or fancy clothing too stuffy for his tastes.
I S T P - A
chaotic neutral
+ adaptable; perceptive; level-headed; reliable
= objective; unambitious; solitary
– wrathful; loathing; cold; tactless
in order to live, you must adapt—that was what he learned in order to survive. if you wanted to live another day, deal with what you have and make the best out of it. it's why he so readily lets himself succumb to the underground life. after all, it got him money and led him to have an easier life. he did not complain, only kept on trying to make use of the world around him. in fights, in living, no matter the situation he shall adapt to it. the man also had sharp eyes, piercing into people and understanding how they are. he was not smart in the academic sense, but he knew people. whether smiles were genuine or not, he knew that all too well. he may not understand big words, but he caught the most minute detail of a person's way of acting.
he's a man of wrath, representing the sin as he was chosen to do so. in all honesty, no one would think he was the ideal representation considering his calm nature. always keeping his cool, he would not easily break or react to things even with a simmering anger threatening to burst out of him. even as the people slander him, spit on him, raise their voices at him—he would not look at them. and if they insisted, they wished he would not turn to them. for his eyes looked down at them as mere trash, before moving on and not bothering with these people that were all bark and no bite. as a leader, he was reliable. if it comes down to it, one could rely on him. he was not happy at how even if he could travel out of his cell, he was still shackled to this newfound duty but, he might as well do good in it. obedient if necessary, making sure things work out—yes, he was reliable if he wanted to be and opted to do so for the sake of no one yapping at him.
there's this sort of neutrality he possessed, this clear mindset that lets him be objecitve about things. he took as much as he culd in account, and with a rational mind he pointed out the better choices to make. it's frigid, but the practicality of his choices could never be argued. if you were struggling but make no effort, he'd point out that he can't help you if you can't help yourself without remorse. it's harsh, but what he opted to choose or was his opinion tend to be the best action to take no matter how much it conflicted with morals or the people. there's no goal he strived for, not much to drive him. wat fueled him on waas anger and survival instincts, the simple thought of 'must live' implemented into his mind since young. even if he liked freedom, he didn't put too much effort for it. there's no specific desire he had that he would risk it all for, a pretty simple man all things considering. as such, it painted the image of loyalty onto him. for he could care less about everyone and everything, only doing such deeds because it gave him that bit of freedom and lets him fight when he wanted to. he followed orders because that was easier to him than defying it. a man without goals was easy to ally with, and it's such a dangerous weapon when it's like someone like him that held the power of a demon. solitary, alone, a person who prefered to ward everyone away as he laid alone in his room with nothing to bother him. he would like to burn the whole world down, rid it off of all living beings other than him. if only it wasn't so troublesome, he would have done it without care. it made it harder to interact with him, but this solitary mindset had kept him alive by not letting connections dictate him or be manipulated by anyone trying hard to get to him.
anger, wrath, rage, once a fire that burned in him—now present as a frigid entity threatening to freeze him. but it was better than the fire, the one that he let loose after ridding off of his village. easier to manage in his opinion, at least now there was no need to care as much as then. make no mistake, anger is in his veins and there's irritation towards everything as he felt a great hatred toward things. it's a sort of hate and inferno that were cultivated from his environment, expanded to something more and ruined him slowly. this world he lived in, he could not help but despise, especially for it chaining him down since young ( to be a poor boy, to suffer in a village of hidden evil, to force him to fight to live, to actually jail him, and now to this demon to be a hero he never wanted to be ). he could not appreciate much of that which surround him, not when it felt like some way, somehow, it all was mocking him.
despite those relating anger to a burning fire and someone so emotional and up front about things—he had instead expressed it in the complete opposite fashion. frigid was what he was, stoic in expressions and someone much too difficult to get a reaction out of. he was also hard to get to, a heart so cold and forged through years of hell. one could throw rotten tomatoes at him, hurl insults, but he would not react and go on a rampage. no, he'd look at everyone with wrathful eyes but walk onward and make them feel less worthy. he's done with the fire, he had a ruined a village once and it was enough to let those choking smoke out of his lungs. he was not one with tact, insensitive to a fault as he went about things with a cool practicality. if your friend died, he would not comfort you in the slightest or show any remorse for it as he'd rather to keep moving on with things. you can tell him your cherished grandmother's death anniversary was coming up but he'd still say it's best to have you in the team to fight instead of going there because do you want the enemy to have the rest of your family join your grandmother? there's never a time to mourn or to consider feelings, to him, you got to it up. complaining, crying, even raging about it—all worthless if you succumb to it. indeed, he's no mr. nice guy and he could really care less about you but had to because those were the orders.
= objective; unambitious; solitary
– wrathful; loathing; cold; tactless
in order to live, you must adapt—that was what he learned in order to survive. if you wanted to live another day, deal with what you have and make the best out of it. it's why he so readily lets himself succumb to the underground life. after all, it got him money and led him to have an easier life. he did not complain, only kept on trying to make use of the world around him. in fights, in living, no matter the situation he shall adapt to it. the man also had sharp eyes, piercing into people and understanding how they are. he was not smart in the academic sense, but he knew people. whether smiles were genuine or not, he knew that all too well. he may not understand big words, but he caught the most minute detail of a person's way of acting.
he's a man of wrath, representing the sin as he was chosen to do so. in all honesty, no one would think he was the ideal representation considering his calm nature. always keeping his cool, he would not easily break or react to things even with a simmering anger threatening to burst out of him. even as the people slander him, spit on him, raise their voices at him—he would not look at them. and if they insisted, they wished he would not turn to them. for his eyes looked down at them as mere trash, before moving on and not bothering with these people that were all bark and no bite. as a leader, he was reliable. if it comes down to it, one could rely on him. he was not happy at how even if he could travel out of his cell, he was still shackled to this newfound duty but, he might as well do good in it. obedient if necessary, making sure things work out—yes, he was reliable if he wanted to be and opted to do so for the sake of no one yapping at him.
there's this sort of neutrality he possessed, this clear mindset that lets him be objecitve about things. he took as much as he culd in account, and with a rational mind he pointed out the better choices to make. it's frigid, but the practicality of his choices could never be argued. if you were struggling but make no effort, he'd point out that he can't help you if you can't help yourself without remorse. it's harsh, but what he opted to choose or was his opinion tend to be the best action to take no matter how much it conflicted with morals or the people. there's no goal he strived for, not much to drive him. wat fueled him on waas anger and survival instincts, the simple thought of 'must live' implemented into his mind since young. even if he liked freedom, he didn't put too much effort for it. there's no specific desire he had that he would risk it all for, a pretty simple man all things considering. as such, it painted the image of loyalty onto him. for he could care less about everyone and everything, only doing such deeds because it gave him that bit of freedom and lets him fight when he wanted to. he followed orders because that was easier to him than defying it. a man without goals was easy to ally with, and it's such a dangerous weapon when it's like someone like him that held the power of a demon. solitary, alone, a person who prefered to ward everyone away as he laid alone in his room with nothing to bother him. he would like to burn the whole world down, rid it off of all living beings other than him. if only it wasn't so troublesome, he would have done it without care. it made it harder to interact with him, but this solitary mindset had kept him alive by not letting connections dictate him or be manipulated by anyone trying hard to get to him.
anger, wrath, rage, once a fire that burned in him—now present as a frigid entity threatening to freeze him. but it was better than the fire, the one that he let loose after ridding off of his village. easier to manage in his opinion, at least now there was no need to care as much as then. make no mistake, anger is in his veins and there's irritation towards everything as he felt a great hatred toward things. it's a sort of hate and inferno that were cultivated from his environment, expanded to something more and ruined him slowly. this world he lived in, he could not help but despise, especially for it chaining him down since young ( to be a poor boy, to suffer in a village of hidden evil, to force him to fight to live, to actually jail him, and now to this demon to be a hero he never wanted to be ). he could not appreciate much of that which surround him, not when it felt like some way, somehow, it all was mocking him.
despite those relating anger to a burning fire and someone so emotional and up front about things—he had instead expressed it in the complete opposite fashion. frigid was what he was, stoic in expressions and someone much too difficult to get a reaction out of. he was also hard to get to, a heart so cold and forged through years of hell. one could throw rotten tomatoes at him, hurl insults, but he would not react and go on a rampage. no, he'd look at everyone with wrathful eyes but walk onward and make them feel less worthy. he's done with the fire, he had a ruined a village once and it was enough to let those choking smoke out of his lungs. he was not one with tact, insensitive to a fault as he went about things with a cool practicality. if your friend died, he would not comfort you in the slightest or show any remorse for it as he'd rather to keep moving on with things. you can tell him your cherished grandmother's death anniversary was coming up but he'd still say it's best to have you in the team to fight instead of going there because do you want the enemy to have the rest of your family join your grandmother? there's never a time to mourn or to consider feelings, to him, you got to it up. complaining, crying, even raging about it—all worthless if you succumb to it. indeed, he's no mr. nice guy and he could really care less about you but had to because those were the orders.
CHAPTER 01.
he was the youngest in the family, the second child of a man that ran away from the life of the knight and a poor, but beautiful woman with nothing to her name. and where he grew was a horrid place, cloake in normalcy was a village ruled by crime. his father having been disowned after his deed, had not much money and was forced to work for labor. his mother had to suffer from other sleazy men that did not care she was married.
his older brother, who he only shared his white locks with ( otherwise, you could not tell they share the same blood due to their appearances following one parent closely ), would hold him close and say "don't worry, everything will be okay. i'm here to protect you."
naive, even as a young boy that was what he related his brother to. for they both knew the lands they were in was far from ideal. despite how clean it looked on the outside, it was so, so dirty and there was no safe zone. your own house can turn into the enemy's ground. he remembered his loud neighbor going silent, and the next day was the house being torn down for something else—one he'll later learn in the future to be a hidden gambling den.
there's something bitter in his mouth, a flare in his stomach that spreads out toxic smoke within his tiny frame. his eyes did not shine with innocence or joy, instead it looked at the world with disgust, hate and great pessimism.
he scoffed, looked at his scrawny older brother and sneered. "but what can you do? you're nothing against them."
such an awful truth, causing the other to flinch and look away. he simply could not trust anyone in this world.
his older brother, who he only shared his white locks with ( otherwise, you could not tell they share the same blood due to their appearances following one parent closely ), would hold him close and say "don't worry, everything will be okay. i'm here to protect you."
naive, even as a young boy that was what he related his brother to. for they both knew the lands they were in was far from ideal. despite how clean it looked on the outside, it was so, so dirty and there was no safe zone. your own house can turn into the enemy's ground. he remembered his loud neighbor going silent, and the next day was the house being torn down for something else—one he'll later learn in the future to be a hidden gambling den.
there's something bitter in his mouth, a flare in his stomach that spreads out toxic smoke within his tiny frame. his eyes did not shine with innocence or joy, instead it looked at the world with disgust, hate and great pessimism.
he scoffed, looked at his scrawny older brother and sneered. "but what can you do? you're nothing against them."
such an awful truth, causing the other to flinch and look away. he simply could not trust anyone in this world.
CHAPTER 02.
he's merely eight, and his brother of ten years old, when an unknown old man bearing a similar look to their father came knocking on their door. there's a silence, and he could feel the tense atmosphere not only in their hoursehold, but outside.
his father had an enraged look, uncommon on the features of the gentle soul. he told the stranger to get out, but the enigma pushed him down with a roll of his eyes. his mother tried to hide them, but it was too late. the old man spotted the two boys and he would not forget the look in his eyes. utter contempt to him, and contemplation towards his older brother who had his arms wound around him tightly.
the gruff man ripped his brother away from him, and all he could do was watch. his father screams at the man, his mother was pleading, and his brother silent in fear. in the end, the old man shouts, silencing them, putting up a confident smirk as he looked down at the pale boy.
"come with me boy, be a knight and i'll drag you out of this hell. and if you succeed, maybe you can actually do something for these pitiful souls. or, you can do what your father did and condemn your whole family to keep on living this horrid life." the man stated, looking at the boy in hand, before glancing back at the other child with a slight grimace but an understanding as well. and his brother, small and naive as ever, always wanted to do good.
the young boys locked their eyes together, and he wasn't sure what he wanted. but his brother ended up agreeing. he said yes. then he was gone.
"i'll protect you." he remembered the promise, but how can his brother protect him when he was weak, when he was away? in the end, as he had thought, there was no chance.
dark arms of his mother wound around his figure as she sobbed. his father went down to his knees, defeated. and he could only look on. the smoke's choking him, the inferno blazed even brighter.
his father had an enraged look, uncommon on the features of the gentle soul. he told the stranger to get out, but the enigma pushed him down with a roll of his eyes. his mother tried to hide them, but it was too late. the old man spotted the two boys and he would not forget the look in his eyes. utter contempt to him, and contemplation towards his older brother who had his arms wound around him tightly.
the gruff man ripped his brother away from him, and all he could do was watch. his father screams at the man, his mother was pleading, and his brother silent in fear. in the end, the old man shouts, silencing them, putting up a confident smirk as he looked down at the pale boy.
"come with me boy, be a knight and i'll drag you out of this hell. and if you succeed, maybe you can actually do something for these pitiful souls. or, you can do what your father did and condemn your whole family to keep on living this horrid life." the man stated, looking at the boy in hand, before glancing back at the other child with a slight grimace but an understanding as well. and his brother, small and naive as ever, always wanted to do good.
the young boys locked their eyes together, and he wasn't sure what he wanted. but his brother ended up agreeing. he said yes. then he was gone.
"i'll protect you." he remembered the promise, but how can his brother protect him when he was weak, when he was away? in the end, as he had thought, there was no chance.
dark arms of his mother wound around his figure as she sobbed. his father went down to his knees, defeated. and he could only look on. the smoke's choking him, the inferno blazed even brighter.
CHAPTER 03.
the world moved on, uncaring of the loss. there's nothing they could do, and the young boy had to suffer alone in growing up in this hellhole. locked in their homes in fear of getting involved in something vile if they exited until they had to go for groceries or the sort. but he started to go out alone at sixteen, had to if he wanted to help raise their money. the unfortunate truth his parents hated.
at first, it was labor work. barely any salary but it was more than nothing. then some grunt tried to get their way with him, offering money for his body, but his remarks made his body burn in rage. he was willing to do many things, but he would never stoop down to that level. and even though the other man was burlier, he was not far from weak either. punching the other in the face, starting a fight, and it's only through talent he was never aware of and survival instincts that he managed to beat his enemy down. there was also an excitement, a release of the smog and flames that threatened to burn him from the inside. it was relaxing, soothing, and even if he was hurt from it—he felt more at ease.
however it didn't went unnoticed, a slow applause came from another stranger. a man dressed up in decent clothing, and it was obvious he was one who had money. the person he beat up was apparently a grunt the man had, and was planning to send off to an underground fighting ring to win some cash. but since the guy seemed to be unable to get back up to his feet, the stranger decided to offer him a chance.
"how about this boy, you take his place and win me some money then we can ignore this whole thing happened—or, you go away and pay me cash for this. so, what's your choice?" the cheshire grin and venomous voice, a deal with the devil. but he knew he had no choice, still, he asked in turn.
"i get money if i beat their faces in?" limited english slipped out of his lips, but hiis narrowed eyes shown someone keener. the rich man laughed at the audacity, but he answered. "i'll think about it."
this was how he found himself in the underground fighting scene. small compare to some others, but vicious nonetheless. the new face in the underground scene, pretty but known to be a demon. he rips ears off with his teeth, clawed, and was downright dirty but he won and delieered. more and more money coming in, and his boss giving him the share. even fed him food and kept him healthy. pets his head like a dog, and it makes him glare, but all it did was make the man laugh.
"keep that anger of your's, it's your winning card." it was the truth, this wild wrath that ravaged in him was his drive.
he's angry at everything, at the world, at this village, at his family, at his boss, and himself. and it hurts, hurts, hurts, when he just kept it all in. so it's such a relief, whenever he could let loose.
at first, it was labor work. barely any salary but it was more than nothing. then some grunt tried to get their way with him, offering money for his body, but his remarks made his body burn in rage. he was willing to do many things, but he would never stoop down to that level. and even though the other man was burlier, he was not far from weak either. punching the other in the face, starting a fight, and it's only through talent he was never aware of and survival instincts that he managed to beat his enemy down. there was also an excitement, a release of the smog and flames that threatened to burn him from the inside. it was relaxing, soothing, and even if he was hurt from it—he felt more at ease.
however it didn't went unnoticed, a slow applause came from another stranger. a man dressed up in decent clothing, and it was obvious he was one who had money. the person he beat up was apparently a grunt the man had, and was planning to send off to an underground fighting ring to win some cash. but since the guy seemed to be unable to get back up to his feet, the stranger decided to offer him a chance.
"how about this boy, you take his place and win me some money then we can ignore this whole thing happened—or, you go away and pay me cash for this. so, what's your choice?" the cheshire grin and venomous voice, a deal with the devil. but he knew he had no choice, still, he asked in turn.
"i get money if i beat their faces in?" limited english slipped out of his lips, but hiis narrowed eyes shown someone keener. the rich man laughed at the audacity, but he answered. "i'll think about it."
this was how he found himself in the underground fighting scene. small compare to some others, but vicious nonetheless. the new face in the underground scene, pretty but known to be a demon. he rips ears off with his teeth, clawed, and was downright dirty but he won and delieered. more and more money coming in, and his boss giving him the share. even fed him food and kept him healthy. pets his head like a dog, and it makes him glare, but all it did was make the man laugh.
"keep that anger of your's, it's your winning card." it was the truth, this wild wrath that ravaged in him was his drive.
he's angry at everything, at the world, at this village, at his family, at his boss, and himself. and it hurts, hurts, hurts, when he just kept it all in. so it's such a relief, whenever he could let loose.
CHAPTER 04.
his parents had found out pretty soon that he was involved in that treacherous underworld. they argued and argued about it, doind nothing but fueling the intense fire with more oil. but it always ended the same way, with him pointing out another harsh truth they had to face. "i'm the one bringing money back, when you can't because of being too soft! this is narak, if you don't get dirty, you don't get a good life."
his mother grew guilty, for she was the reason the family stayed in this godforsaken place. tied down by a curse laid down by another higher up criminal, and his father who loved her like a fool staying by her side. now they could not even help the family, because they had morals, and his brother was away for who knew how long. did they expect him to come so soon? he glared at them, sneering down at them as if they were lesser. "you can't be expecting him to come back so soon? i won't be rotting as i wait."
he's a bitter man at eighteen. ten years later after his brother's departure. he was an underground fighter making a name for himself, and trying to keep this family alive out of an obligation more so than anything else.
how long did he have to wait for? he was kind of losing himself. he's got a cure for the fire, but just as he got it, the world got worse. the more he release, double the amount of it will be burning him again.
the heat's maddening, he just wanted an outlet. it made him more treacherous in battle, more present in the underground scene, burning those in sight. his boss grew more wary, a look in his eyes that he's never seen before—fear. but it did not register in his mind at that time, just a desire for more and more fights.
"calm down." the man once told him, but he only snarled in response. it was then, his boss finally realized that he's submerged, drowning in hellfire. but the older man was not considerate. no, when you realize you no longer have control over your beast, you either tame them or silence it.
the man chose to do the latter.
perhaps he should have run away instead.
his mother grew guilty, for she was the reason the family stayed in this godforsaken place. tied down by a curse laid down by another higher up criminal, and his father who loved her like a fool staying by her side. now they could not even help the family, because they had morals, and his brother was away for who knew how long. did they expect him to come so soon? he glared at them, sneering down at them as if they were lesser. "you can't be expecting him to come back so soon? i won't be rotting as i wait."
he's a bitter man at eighteen. ten years later after his brother's departure. he was an underground fighter making a name for himself, and trying to keep this family alive out of an obligation more so than anything else.
how long did he have to wait for? he was kind of losing himself. he's got a cure for the fire, but just as he got it, the world got worse. the more he release, double the amount of it will be burning him again.
the heat's maddening, he just wanted an outlet. it made him more treacherous in battle, more present in the underground scene, burning those in sight. his boss grew more wary, a look in his eyes that he's never seen before—fear. but it did not register in his mind at that time, just a desire for more and more fights.
"calm down." the man once told him, but he only snarled in response. it was then, his boss finally realized that he's submerged, drowning in hellfire. but the older man was not considerate. no, when you realize you no longer have control over your beast, you either tame them or silence it.
the man chose to do the latter.
perhaps he should have run away instead.
CHAPTER 05.
at twenty he found peace. it was simply supposed to be another fight, but this opponent was different. bigger and stronger than any other. the other's presence triggered warning bells, but he was a rabid animal that wanted to fight.
but it went downhill fast, the fight's too hard and he gets clocked in the face quick. but he gets back on his feet and lunged at his opponent once more. he can hear people making bets, all their money on his enemy. and he hated it, hated how even he, himself felt that this was not going to turn out well for him at all.
but he's desperate. and from a simple fight, it became kill or be killed. and this man, this predator of his, was not going to be the first of stronger men that he will win over.
a prey had one thing a predator did not, an understanding that they can die under their hands. but they also knew that it didn't mean they will. and for the young man, he had means of survival. he had his claws and teeth, the desperate need to unleash all his rage. a primal roar, and he pierces his fingers into the man's eyes. too cocky that he let his guard down. he could hear the familar voice of his boss screaming some words, but he could not recall the words. all in his mind was that—he got to kill.
so he takes their head and slams it down to the ground, until he knew there was no way back. that's when other people started to swarm in, weapons in hand and voice loud. he's the prey, he's the fire, he's gone.
instead a beast formed, it looked at it's enemies, faces getting fuzzy and an understanding that he was alone. but he will not fall, he will not let this world and these people ruin him more. he rushed at them, taking their weapons and using it against them. he was no longer human, instead a monster that was fearless to use any method to get his way.
it was unexpected, no one could get any help so quickly when the vile being was released. and not only the criminals were a victim to his rampage, but the civilians as well. he caused accidents, started a war, turned narak to an actual hell. it was unexpeced, not predicted, and the wrathful man just wanted to exterminate the flames, unleashing it at those around him.
these houses, these people, this dreadful place, it irritated his very soul. a man that no longer held his cheshire grin had been decapitated by a knife he stole, a man of pale skin and white locks had his neck broken, a beautiful woman of dark skin had crushed in the chest by the heavry bricks he threw at her. more and more, they all just became hazy shadows. until they fall limp, he felt more relieved.
but to truly relieve himself, to save himself, to make sure everyone was gone, he had to destroy it all. so haphazardly, he burned it down. made a fire and let it blaze. escaped the village and watched it all turn to ashes.
on the outskirts, away from the fire and smoke, he could breathe.
adrenaline escaped him, and he laid down on the ground, watching what one where he was born blaze into nothingness. it was...therapeutic. for once, it felt he was free, it felt as if he was no longer tortured. there was no regrets. not the slightest bit.
and he smiled, contentedly. exhausted beyond believe. he didn't know if he was dreaming, but as he shut his eyes, he could have sworn he heard the sound of hooves crackling against the ground.
but it went downhill fast, the fight's too hard and he gets clocked in the face quick. but he gets back on his feet and lunged at his opponent once more. he can hear people making bets, all their money on his enemy. and he hated it, hated how even he, himself felt that this was not going to turn out well for him at all.
but he's desperate. and from a simple fight, it became kill or be killed. and this man, this predator of his, was not going to be the first of stronger men that he will win over.
a prey had one thing a predator did not, an understanding that they can die under their hands. but they also knew that it didn't mean they will. and for the young man, he had means of survival. he had his claws and teeth, the desperate need to unleash all his rage. a primal roar, and he pierces his fingers into the man's eyes. too cocky that he let his guard down. he could hear the familar voice of his boss screaming some words, but he could not recall the words. all in his mind was that—he got to kill.
so he takes their head and slams it down to the ground, until he knew there was no way back. that's when other people started to swarm in, weapons in hand and voice loud. he's the prey, he's the fire, he's gone.
instead a beast formed, it looked at it's enemies, faces getting fuzzy and an understanding that he was alone. but he will not fall, he will not let this world and these people ruin him more. he rushed at them, taking their weapons and using it against them. he was no longer human, instead a monster that was fearless to use any method to get his way.
it was unexpected, no one could get any help so quickly when the vile being was released. and not only the criminals were a victim to his rampage, but the civilians as well. he caused accidents, started a war, turned narak to an actual hell. it was unexpeced, not predicted, and the wrathful man just wanted to exterminate the flames, unleashing it at those around him.
these houses, these people, this dreadful place, it irritated his very soul. a man that no longer held his cheshire grin had been decapitated by a knife he stole, a man of pale skin and white locks had his neck broken, a beautiful woman of dark skin had crushed in the chest by the heavry bricks he threw at her. more and more, they all just became hazy shadows. until they fall limp, he felt more relieved.
but to truly relieve himself, to save himself, to make sure everyone was gone, he had to destroy it all. so haphazardly, he burned it down. made a fire and let it blaze. escaped the village and watched it all turn to ashes.
on the outskirts, away from the fire and smoke, he could breathe.
adrenaline escaped him, and he laid down on the ground, watching what one where he was born blaze into nothingness. it was...therapeutic. for once, it felt he was free, it felt as if he was no longer tortured. there was no regrets. not the slightest bit.
and he smiled, contentedly. exhausted beyond believe. he didn't know if he was dreaming, but as he shut his eyes, he could have sworn he heard the sound of hooves crackling against the ground.
CHAPTER 06.
he woke up in a white room, for a moment he wondered if it was the after life. he also felt bandages wound around him, and wounds he knew should be there had lessened, faded, someone had fixed him up.
a woman soon entered, a much bigger man with a thick moustache and a gentle look to his face soon entering. the nurse was gentle, asked him if anything hurts and he merely responded because he couldn't really care. and what's the point if he kept silent? he was more curious as to what he was doing here.
soon the woman left, and the man stayed, he held a solemn and sympathetic look, it made the bandaged young man confused. soon the knight spoke up. "hello, my name is escanor, a knight of the kingdom, i know you must've recently jsut went through a traumatic experience, but...it seems you are the only one we can ask of you about it."
he didn't understand what this escanor meant, looking at him with blank eyes. it seemed to only make escanor look guilty, but he did not get where this was going. what did traumatic even mean?
"recently, a village far out have been destroyed and the people massacred. it seemed that you are the only survivor from the situation. as such, we would like to know who was behind it so the threat can be handled immediately. you, too, would not have to worry about the culprits because we can protect you from them." escanor looked at him determinedly, but slowly his words clicked in his head. the long strings of words simply was shortened to: who did it?
"ah, that's easy." he replied, eerily calm. "i did it."
silence, confusion and shock plastered over the large man's face. he opened his mouth, but no words escaped his lips, took a deep breath, and then repeated the question. "young man, a whole village was destroyed. i know the culprits can be terrifying but—"
"there's nothing ot be scared of when i''m the one that did it. i killed everyone, and i burned it all down." he simply answered once again, it felt liberating really. acknowledging what he's done, and more than relieved that he did.
escanor stiffened, looked at him and they gazes locked. that's when he knew this man was saying the truth, for who will confess to their crimes so calmly, so confidently and firmly—if they were not the true culprit themselves? an odd thing still but, escanor could not deny the truth.
"i hope you know that means you will be put into prison now." escanor sighed heavily as he simply nodded in turn.
"it's okay. i'm free still." because he no longer was held down by his lack of money, he was no longer forced into such a treacherous life, he was away from it all. shutting his eyes, he simply wanted to sleep once more.
he did not see esxanor take a contemplative look at his words, gaze saddening but nodding. that was how the feared executioner of narak was captured and thrown into prison. after being healed up due to being mistaken as a survivor, he was detained after escanor revealed his confession to the queen.
he was thrown into the lowest levels, for the worst there was. and as he sat in his cell, he was at ease.
but a man such as he, could never stop the maddening rage from continuing, but he warped it, morphed it to something more managable. for since he burned everything down, all that left was the frigid land of ice.
a woman soon entered, a much bigger man with a thick moustache and a gentle look to his face soon entering. the nurse was gentle, asked him if anything hurts and he merely responded because he couldn't really care. and what's the point if he kept silent? he was more curious as to what he was doing here.
soon the woman left, and the man stayed, he held a solemn and sympathetic look, it made the bandaged young man confused. soon the knight spoke up. "hello, my name is escanor, a knight of the kingdom, i know you must've recently jsut went through a traumatic experience, but...it seems you are the only one we can ask of you about it."
he didn't understand what this escanor meant, looking at him with blank eyes. it seemed to only make escanor look guilty, but he did not get where this was going. what did traumatic even mean?
"recently, a village far out have been destroyed and the people massacred. it seemed that you are the only survivor from the situation. as such, we would like to know who was behind it so the threat can be handled immediately. you, too, would not have to worry about the culprits because we can protect you from them." escanor looked at him determinedly, but slowly his words clicked in his head. the long strings of words simply was shortened to: who did it?
"ah, that's easy." he replied, eerily calm. "i did it."
silence, confusion and shock plastered over the large man's face. he opened his mouth, but no words escaped his lips, took a deep breath, and then repeated the question. "young man, a whole village was destroyed. i know the culprits can be terrifying but—"
"there's nothing ot be scared of when i''m the one that did it. i killed everyone, and i burned it all down." he simply answered once again, it felt liberating really. acknowledging what he's done, and more than relieved that he did.
escanor stiffened, looked at him and they gazes locked. that's when he knew this man was saying the truth, for who will confess to their crimes so calmly, so confidently and firmly—if they were not the true culprit themselves? an odd thing still but, escanor could not deny the truth.
"i hope you know that means you will be put into prison now." escanor sighed heavily as he simply nodded in turn.
"it's okay. i'm free still." because he no longer was held down by his lack of money, he was no longer forced into such a treacherous life, he was away from it all. shutting his eyes, he simply wanted to sleep once more.
he did not see esxanor take a contemplative look at his words, gaze saddening but nodding. that was how the feared executioner of narak was captured and thrown into prison. after being healed up due to being mistaken as a survivor, he was detained after escanor revealed his confession to the queen.
he was thrown into the lowest levels, for the worst there was. and as he sat in his cell, he was at ease.
but a man such as he, could never stop the maddening rage from continuing, but he warped it, morphed it to something more managable. for since he burned everything down, all that left was the frigid land of ice.
CHAPTER 07.
for five years, he lived in silence. locked alone, in the cold cell where he received horrid treatment ( it seemed as if that was all he could receive in this life ). rotting away, vocal cords fading, and condition worsening. he still trained by day, even if it seemed useless, he still wanted to slam his fists against the wall. wanted something to destroy. for as he was put alone in his cell, he was forced to think. and when you're forced to think, you would recall memories.
but he did not want to. he burned it down, burned it all away because all it did would start more flames. he wanted to eliminate the flames, so he grew as frigid as his cell. he did not want to burn, so he grew cold.
if a memory came, he would temper it. emotions that tried to seep out, he froze it with cold harsh truths and numb himself to its pain. he spent his time there reforming his mentality, changing fire into ice. the contempt to a man he once called boss, the arguments he had with a couple he once called parents, the bitterness of a broken promises with a boy he had called brother, all these events that replayed in his mind—he began to accept it. and with acceptance, with this newfound objective understanding, he was no longer plagued by the flames.
instead, he grew to understand what he needed. he wanted to breathe, he wanted to live in peace. he wanted his freedom—a concept so foreign to the boy locked to a life where he was condemned to suffer no matter what. and after what he had done, it seemed to be such an impossible dream.
and yet—
when he was coming to accept that perhaps he was merely fated to stay in this prison for eternity, filling him with bitter loathing and a frigid anger, he heard the clicks of heels, steps coming closer. finally, a woman's voice made herself known.
"so this is the feared executioner of narak." she started, but he did not bother to look, merely remaining silent. the woman continued in turn. "you're a lot more quiet than i thought you'd be."
"why did you commit genocide? why did you kill everyone in narak?" she began to question him, straight to the point. this made him look up, dark eyes peeking through white locks to catch her amber ones. she looked at him curiously, and in all honesty what was there to lose?
"angry. hate. all of ém." he answered hoarsely, the effort to speak stabbing at his dry throat. yet, his words are heavy and genuine. she hummed, sharp golden orbs not backing down. instead, a light smirk comes into place.
"hmm, something about you..." she muttered to herself, but then, she gave him another question—uncaring of his condition. "if i were to give you the chance to be free from this cage, as long as you follow orders, will you do as we say?"
that made him pause, narrowed eyes trying to decipher what was going on. but even that was frustrating, so instead he shut his eyes and replied. "can be your dog. just don't want this."
her smile widened, and it feels like he was seeing a familiar face, of a man long ago who had betrayed him.
yet, like before, he could not care if such a future was possible.
"well then executioner of narak, i'm merlin and i have a deal for you..." ominous, but at least he was less bitter of just sepnding his days rotting in this blaster jail.
and as such, that was how he found himself frree. accepting her deal, letting himself get cleaned up in order to meet the queen, avoiding those oblivious to what was going on, and soon he was brought in to the royal lady herself.
hm, how odd that his life turned out in such a fashion. but whatever path it may take, he knew that he merely wished to live as peacefully as he could.
but he did not want to. he burned it down, burned it all away because all it did would start more flames. he wanted to eliminate the flames, so he grew as frigid as his cell. he did not want to burn, so he grew cold.
if a memory came, he would temper it. emotions that tried to seep out, he froze it with cold harsh truths and numb himself to its pain. he spent his time there reforming his mentality, changing fire into ice. the contempt to a man he once called boss, the arguments he had with a couple he once called parents, the bitterness of a broken promises with a boy he had called brother, all these events that replayed in his mind—he began to accept it. and with acceptance, with this newfound objective understanding, he was no longer plagued by the flames.
instead, he grew to understand what he needed. he wanted to breathe, he wanted to live in peace. he wanted his freedom—a concept so foreign to the boy locked to a life where he was condemned to suffer no matter what. and after what he had done, it seemed to be such an impossible dream.
and yet—
when he was coming to accept that perhaps he was merely fated to stay in this prison for eternity, filling him with bitter loathing and a frigid anger, he heard the clicks of heels, steps coming closer. finally, a woman's voice made herself known.
"so this is the feared executioner of narak." she started, but he did not bother to look, merely remaining silent. the woman continued in turn. "you're a lot more quiet than i thought you'd be."
"why did you commit genocide? why did you kill everyone in narak?" she began to question him, straight to the point. this made him look up, dark eyes peeking through white locks to catch her amber ones. she looked at him curiously, and in all honesty what was there to lose?
"angry. hate. all of ém." he answered hoarsely, the effort to speak stabbing at his dry throat. yet, his words are heavy and genuine. she hummed, sharp golden orbs not backing down. instead, a light smirk comes into place.
"hmm, something about you..." she muttered to herself, but then, she gave him another question—uncaring of his condition. "if i were to give you the chance to be free from this cage, as long as you follow orders, will you do as we say?"
that made him pause, narrowed eyes trying to decipher what was going on. but even that was frustrating, so instead he shut his eyes and replied. "can be your dog. just don't want this."
her smile widened, and it feels like he was seeing a familiar face, of a man long ago who had betrayed him.
yet, like before, he could not care if such a future was possible.
"well then executioner of narak, i'm merlin and i have a deal for you..." ominous, but at least he was less bitter of just sepnding his days rotting in this blaster jail.
and as such, that was how he found himself frree. accepting her deal, letting himself get cleaned up in order to meet the queen, avoiding those oblivious to what was going on, and soon he was brought in to the royal lady herself.
hm, how odd that his life turned out in such a fashion. but whatever path it may take, he knew that he merely wished to live as peacefully as he could.
TRIVIA
LIKES
i. ) fighting. always kept him on his toes and was a zone he was familiar with.
ii. ) destruction. something that continued to ease his angry soul. destruction satisfied him as he held no love for most things.
iii. ) strawberry. something he had always been treated with after victory in a matchy by the boss or a good deed from his mother. strawberries were still something synonymous to good things to him and as such he enjoyed it.
iv. ) soliude. as much as he hated being caged, he loved how alone and undisturbed he was in prison. sometimes he wondered if it was a good decision to leave it so that he could see the world outside of it.
v. ) peace. an odd thing, most people would find, considering his fondness for fights and destruction. but what most people didn't know was the convoluted pacifist mindset he had. if i destroy everything, i shall finally be in peace was something he felt. for his life had always been chaotic and fighting his way through it was what gave him the reprieve. so he fought to seek for his own peace, an isolation and eradication of all else.
DISLIKES
i. ) everything. in truth, he hated everything. however, just because he did, didn't mean that he hated it all equally. most were tolerable enough, but the res in the list were those he absolutely hated.
ii. ) imprisonment. he hated being caged, hated it greatly. enough to leave the solitude in his jail to have some bit of freedom. it was also a strong reason as to why he became the man of wrath he was today.
iii. ) shirts. it was something he didn't really grow up with, and every time he's forced to wear one it just felt extremely stuffy. he really was not fond of any tops actually.
iv. ) impracticality. as someone who tried so hard to survive, he truly hated it when others get too involved in emotions or morals or the sort, to the point of thowing away the practical reasoning.
v. ) fishy food. although, he would eat it if necessary, he generally disliked fishy tastes. more of a fan of spices and meat that came from animals on land.
HOBBIES
i. ) fighting.
ii. ) isolating himself from others when he was not necessary.
iii. ) destroying things that no one really cared about.
iv. ) training with his new powers.
v. ) napping.
HABITS
i. ) using as few words as possible in conversations after some time of contemplation.
ii. ) rolling his shoulders lazily before he really got serious in a fight.
iii. ) brushing his hair back when he was in deep thought.
iv. ) if he enjoys a fight ( aka it was a pretty tough opponent ) he begins to smile and be a bit chattier.
v. ) eats food like a starved lion ( very quick and messy ).
FEARS
i. ) he believed there was no remorse for what he'd done. night and night again, though, he remembered his mother and father looking at him in horror. did he love them? sometimes he wondered. and perhaps they shpuld be called nightmares, replayed so many times especially during his solitary confinement but...he wondered whether the fear was what monstrous deeds he had done that could not be undone, or the harsh truth that he was one all along. and he knew he would not change, and that he would not try to do so, and sometimes he admits that it was scary to think about him.
ii. ) sometimes he looked at kiran and wondered when he'd stab him. other times, he thought it would be the others ending his life. it's a fear of betrayal, of the whole world finally turning on the monster. he succeeded the first time but—could he do it again? unlikely, especially with the kind of people he knew now. and perhaps that was a big reason behind the coldness, to prevent that pain, but also sometimes he kind of just wanted to erase it all so he wasn't so littered with these thoughts in his head.
iii. ) attachment were vile. it made one mushy and weak, was how he perceived it as. and in this tough world, one that he wanted to destroy, such bonds would do nothing but hold him back and bring him closer to death.
TRIVIA
i. ) he's a pacifist in the convoluted sense of wanting isolation and perceiving that as the true peace and in order to achieve that he must eradicate everything else.
ii. ) despite his convoluted way of pacifism and great hatred, he fond it too troublesome and impractical of a task which was why he rathe take what he could get..
iii. ) he had his mother's looks, from the dark skin, to their dark eyes, the way their hair was. the only thing that differentiated himself from her and defined him as his father's son and brother to kiran was the color of his locks—white.
iv. ) the previous reason was why his grandfather only took kiran off to train to be a knight. the old man hated his son's wife for stealing away his legacy and seeing the young boy who shared her looks only made him feel bitter.
v. ) he could sleep anywhere, he's used to harsh living conditions and as long as he could take a nap somwhere he's fine.
vi. ) on another note, if you think a man sleeping in the hallway to be vulnerable...well, you haven't met this particular man who would know he was in danger and get ready for a fight.
vii. ) looks over others training sessions to get the gist of their levels or ask merlin fo her opinion of them ( would not slack off the former duty, though ).
viii. ) he's illiterate and big words go over his head. although he's quick to catch on with the context of things.
ix. ) also speaks as little as possible and takes time to answer because due to the lack of speaking of five years—his social skills ( that were already bad to begin with ) took a drop in skill levels. his words were simultaneously very easy to understand because of his lacking vocabulary, but very difficult due to the lack of knowing some words and tendency to keep things short.
x. ) he knew a lot of insults and cuss words, though, but rarely used it because he saw how it caused others react and thought it would be troublesome to deal with.
i. ) fighting. always kept him on his toes and was a zone he was familiar with.
ii. ) destruction. something that continued to ease his angry soul. destruction satisfied him as he held no love for most things.
iii. ) strawberry. something he had always been treated with after victory in a matchy by the boss or a good deed from his mother. strawberries were still something synonymous to good things to him and as such he enjoyed it.
iv. ) soliude. as much as he hated being caged, he loved how alone and undisturbed he was in prison. sometimes he wondered if it was a good decision to leave it so that he could see the world outside of it.
v. ) peace. an odd thing, most people would find, considering his fondness for fights and destruction. but what most people didn't know was the convoluted pacifist mindset he had. if i destroy everything, i shall finally be in peace was something he felt. for his life had always been chaotic and fighting his way through it was what gave him the reprieve. so he fought to seek for his own peace, an isolation and eradication of all else.
DISLIKES
i. ) everything. in truth, he hated everything. however, just because he did, didn't mean that he hated it all equally. most were tolerable enough, but the res in the list were those he absolutely hated.
ii. ) imprisonment. he hated being caged, hated it greatly. enough to leave the solitude in his jail to have some bit of freedom. it was also a strong reason as to why he became the man of wrath he was today.
iii. ) shirts. it was something he didn't really grow up with, and every time he's forced to wear one it just felt extremely stuffy. he really was not fond of any tops actually.
iv. ) impracticality. as someone who tried so hard to survive, he truly hated it when others get too involved in emotions or morals or the sort, to the point of thowing away the practical reasoning.
v. ) fishy food. although, he would eat it if necessary, he generally disliked fishy tastes. more of a fan of spices and meat that came from animals on land.
HOBBIES
i. ) fighting.
ii. ) isolating himself from others when he was not necessary.
iii. ) destroying things that no one really cared about.
iv. ) training with his new powers.
v. ) napping.
HABITS
i. ) using as few words as possible in conversations after some time of contemplation.
ii. ) rolling his shoulders lazily before he really got serious in a fight.
iii. ) brushing his hair back when he was in deep thought.
iv. ) if he enjoys a fight ( aka it was a pretty tough opponent ) he begins to smile and be a bit chattier.
v. ) eats food like a starved lion ( very quick and messy ).
FEARS
i. ) he believed there was no remorse for what he'd done. night and night again, though, he remembered his mother and father looking at him in horror. did he love them? sometimes he wondered. and perhaps they shpuld be called nightmares, replayed so many times especially during his solitary confinement but...he wondered whether the fear was what monstrous deeds he had done that could not be undone, or the harsh truth that he was one all along. and he knew he would not change, and that he would not try to do so, and sometimes he admits that it was scary to think about him.
ii. ) sometimes he looked at kiran and wondered when he'd stab him. other times, he thought it would be the others ending his life. it's a fear of betrayal, of the whole world finally turning on the monster. he succeeded the first time but—could he do it again? unlikely, especially with the kind of people he knew now. and perhaps that was a big reason behind the coldness, to prevent that pain, but also sometimes he kind of just wanted to erase it all so he wasn't so littered with these thoughts in his head.
iii. ) attachment were vile. it made one mushy and weak, was how he perceived it as. and in this tough world, one that he wanted to destroy, such bonds would do nothing but hold him back and bring him closer to death.
TRIVIA
i. ) he's a pacifist in the convoluted sense of wanting isolation and perceiving that as the true peace and in order to achieve that he must eradicate everything else.
ii. ) despite his convoluted way of pacifism and great hatred, he fond it too troublesome and impractical of a task which was why he rathe take what he could get..
iii. ) he had his mother's looks, from the dark skin, to their dark eyes, the way their hair was. the only thing that differentiated himself from her and defined him as his father's son and brother to kiran was the color of his locks—white.
iv. ) the previous reason was why his grandfather only took kiran off to train to be a knight. the old man hated his son's wife for stealing away his legacy and seeing the young boy who shared her looks only made him feel bitter.
v. ) he could sleep anywhere, he's used to harsh living conditions and as long as he could take a nap somwhere he's fine.
vi. ) on another note, if you think a man sleeping in the hallway to be vulnerable...well, you haven't met this particular man who would know he was in danger and get ready for a fight.
vii. ) looks over others training sessions to get the gist of their levels or ask merlin fo her opinion of them ( would not slack off the former duty, though ).
viii. ) he's illiterate and big words go over his head. although he's quick to catch on with the context of things.
ix. ) also speaks as little as possible and takes time to answer because due to the lack of speaking of five years—his social skills ( that were already bad to begin with ) took a drop in skill levels. his words were simultaneously very easy to understand because of his lacking vocabulary, but very difficult due to the lack of knowing some words and tendency to keep things short.
x. ) he knew a lot of insults and cuss words, though, but rarely used it because he saw how it caused others react and thought it would be troublesome to deal with.
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