Post by Revan on Jun 29, 2006 2:05:25 GMT -5
Name: Revan
Age: 21
Year Added: Year One, Age 18
Rank: Candidate
Appearance: Revan is a tall shady character. He is covered in a pitch black cloak and hood that covers his face in darkness. Completely concealing his face within it. His hands are hidden in a grey scale mail armour that is seemingly glowing like it is empowered in some way. The only sign of humanity within Revan is his eyes that are sometimes seen in the heat of battle or in darkness, they light up in different shades of red or pure white.
Personality:An apathetic person that rarely says much. When he says anything it's usually about something he wants to kill. Revan lives to fight and has a lust for bloodshed. He came to the guild for that sole purpose.
History:Revan was born in a small generic town that is not really known to anyone. When he was a boy he awoke one night to the sounds of nothingness and all he could feel was heat. He moved out of his room and his house to find his town was burned and bodies lay everywhere. Revan was confused then the only survivor was an old man standing at the end of the town. The only thing Revan thought was if the old man was the cause to this mess or just a victim. He went to the man and asked what happened and the man said someday I will tell you and threw Revan a large sword. It hit the ground at Revan feet. This sword was bigger then him at the time and would have been a task to just lift it but Revan knelt down and grabbed the hilt. Immediately after grabbing it he felt
silence, like his life ended. He felt nothing. Like he was dead inside. He sat thinking to himself for a bit then stood up with the sword in his hand, the blade weighing him down. The old man then looked at him and said that when he could lift the sword he would be back and walked off. Revan didn't say much, he didn't even know what to do, his village was totaled and his parents were dead. He just began walking, dragging the sword along as he went, traveling about. He managed to survive his past and years later he was in a new village, taken in by people to live with. He always tried to lift the sword from the ground each day since the fire. He could never do it though. Not until his 16th birthday had this changed. He awoke on that night and it was like he was a kid again, his village was a blaze and no citizen was left alive but one. The same old man was at the end of town. Revan found him right after walking outside of his house. He didn't think the same way he had before though. He didn't think the old man was a victim instead he went back inside and grabbed the sword. To his surprise he lifted it from the ground with ease. This being strange because the day before he could only lift it as far as he could when he was a small boy. That day was different though, he lifted it and walked out of the house and in an unseen and unplanned rage he lunged at the man swinging hard with one large swipe. The old man grabbed the blade like it was nothing and like an earthquake a tremendous shudder of force pushed Revan back, originating from the man and knocking Revan to the ground and knocking the wind out of him at the same time. Revan lay on the ground gasping for air and injured badly and the man walked over to him, tower over his body. Revan just started at him with hate and the man said, "So, you can lift the sword. You chose to attack me though. Revan. It wasn't me you destroyed your villages. It was you." With this the man left again. This time leaving another object, a pouch that glowed black. When the man was out of sight Revan finally caught his breath and felt normal again. He crawled over to the pouch and opened it to see what was inside. Nothing though. Just like the first time his village was destroyed. When the man left Revan was confused. This time he knew what he had to do though and that was to find the man and kill him, refusing to believe he destroyed his home and villages in his sleep. He grabbed his sword and put the pouch on his waist and walked away from the disaster, in the years ahead he trained, fighting in arenas and tournaments where ever he ended up at. Winning each one with ease, to easy. The tournaments made him stronger and with each kill it satisfied him, like he was one step closer to his revenge. That didn't last though, it just made him bored in the end, he became to powerful for the tournaments, using the sword he was given long ago. This made him set out to find better fighter and the best place to find them is in the guild.
Personal Element: Dark
Fighting Style: He has no fighting style really, just adaptation. Whatever style someone uses he does his best to counter it.
Weapon(s) of Choice: A large claymore called the Devils Claw that is made of a black ebony metal and does not dull. On the hilt is a red gem that grows black if the blade does not touch blood and weakens Revan in the process. This always forces Revan into feeding its blood lust and killing whatever he can. Revans enchanted pouch is strange, it absorbs light magic and converts it to usable dark energy for Revan to cast to inflict damage on whomever he wishes or use to increase his own strength. It can sometimes can be unpredictable though and he usually does not use it unless fighting someone that uses light magic.
Age: 21
Year Added: Year One, Age 18
Rank: Candidate
Appearance: Revan is a tall shady character. He is covered in a pitch black cloak and hood that covers his face in darkness. Completely concealing his face within it. His hands are hidden in a grey scale mail armour that is seemingly glowing like it is empowered in some way. The only sign of humanity within Revan is his eyes that are sometimes seen in the heat of battle or in darkness, they light up in different shades of red or pure white.
Personality:An apathetic person that rarely says much. When he says anything it's usually about something he wants to kill. Revan lives to fight and has a lust for bloodshed. He came to the guild for that sole purpose.
History:Revan was born in a small generic town that is not really known to anyone. When he was a boy he awoke one night to the sounds of nothingness and all he could feel was heat. He moved out of his room and his house to find his town was burned and bodies lay everywhere. Revan was confused then the only survivor was an old man standing at the end of the town. The only thing Revan thought was if the old man was the cause to this mess or just a victim. He went to the man and asked what happened and the man said someday I will tell you and threw Revan a large sword. It hit the ground at Revan feet. This sword was bigger then him at the time and would have been a task to just lift it but Revan knelt down and grabbed the hilt. Immediately after grabbing it he felt
silence, like his life ended. He felt nothing. Like he was dead inside. He sat thinking to himself for a bit then stood up with the sword in his hand, the blade weighing him down. The old man then looked at him and said that when he could lift the sword he would be back and walked off. Revan didn't say much, he didn't even know what to do, his village was totaled and his parents were dead. He just began walking, dragging the sword along as he went, traveling about. He managed to survive his past and years later he was in a new village, taken in by people to live with. He always tried to lift the sword from the ground each day since the fire. He could never do it though. Not until his 16th birthday had this changed. He awoke on that night and it was like he was a kid again, his village was a blaze and no citizen was left alive but one. The same old man was at the end of town. Revan found him right after walking outside of his house. He didn't think the same way he had before though. He didn't think the old man was a victim instead he went back inside and grabbed the sword. To his surprise he lifted it from the ground with ease. This being strange because the day before he could only lift it as far as he could when he was a small boy. That day was different though, he lifted it and walked out of the house and in an unseen and unplanned rage he lunged at the man swinging hard with one large swipe. The old man grabbed the blade like it was nothing and like an earthquake a tremendous shudder of force pushed Revan back, originating from the man and knocking Revan to the ground and knocking the wind out of him at the same time. Revan lay on the ground gasping for air and injured badly and the man walked over to him, tower over his body. Revan just started at him with hate and the man said, "So, you can lift the sword. You chose to attack me though. Revan. It wasn't me you destroyed your villages. It was you." With this the man left again. This time leaving another object, a pouch that glowed black. When the man was out of sight Revan finally caught his breath and felt normal again. He crawled over to the pouch and opened it to see what was inside. Nothing though. Just like the first time his village was destroyed. When the man left Revan was confused. This time he knew what he had to do though and that was to find the man and kill him, refusing to believe he destroyed his home and villages in his sleep. He grabbed his sword and put the pouch on his waist and walked away from the disaster, in the years ahead he trained, fighting in arenas and tournaments where ever he ended up at. Winning each one with ease, to easy. The tournaments made him stronger and with each kill it satisfied him, like he was one step closer to his revenge. That didn't last though, it just made him bored in the end, he became to powerful for the tournaments, using the sword he was given long ago. This made him set out to find better fighter and the best place to find them is in the guild.
Personal Element: Dark
Fighting Style: He has no fighting style really, just adaptation. Whatever style someone uses he does his best to counter it.
Weapon(s) of Choice: A large claymore called the Devils Claw that is made of a black ebony metal and does not dull. On the hilt is a red gem that grows black if the blade does not touch blood and weakens Revan in the process. This always forces Revan into feeding its blood lust and killing whatever he can. Revans enchanted pouch is strange, it absorbs light magic and converts it to usable dark energy for Revan to cast to inflict damage on whomever he wishes or use to increase his own strength. It can sometimes can be unpredictable though and he usually does not use it unless fighting someone that uses light magic.
