Forum Thread

Name ->
Age ->
Alias ->
Profession -> (Ie. Swordsman, mercenary, researcher, etc)
Appearance ->
Personality ->
Fighting Style -> (Ie. Swords, spears, bows, magic, whatever)
Backstory ->
Other?

Name ->
Abyss

Age ->
27

Alias ->
The Godslayer

Profession ->
Mercenary

Appearance ->
Abyss stands tall, at an enormous 6'7, with eyes the color of the azure waters of the ocean, and hair a vibrant shade of golden-brown, reaching to his shoulders. He's quite intimidating, and probably would be even more terrifying if he straightened his posture and didn't primarily wear baggy clothes that gave the impression of him being incredibly thin. A golden ring sits on his finger, magic circles carved into it, turning it into a dimensional space.

Personality ->
[Chaotic Evil]
For a hero, Abyss doesn't act like one. Underhanded, tricky, and an absolute maniac, Abyss is willing to do absolutely anything to win. He's completely, utterly, unquestionably evil. he lies, manipulates and kills. he loves blowing things up, watching people die.


Fighting Style ->
An erratic, often-changing fighting style, he carries dozens of different weapons on him at all times. he dual wield different types of weapons at once, being strong enough to lift two handed weapons with one hand.

Backstory ->
Other?

1. Mind your manners.
2. Minimal swearing, and if you can, censor it.
3. Romance IS allowed.
4. Hit me up if you want to contribute plot points
5. No godmodding, no bunnying, etc, etc.
6. Have fun
7. Don't exploit rules that are not listed here.

Ayran grew up as a child from a prostitute of a noblemen. Treated with scorn from not only the servants, but from his mother as well, he grew up and matured quicker than others. As he was a child of a prostitute that didn't have any actual status in the house, he wasn't allowed to learn education either, and was doomed to be sold away one way or another.

Knowing this, many nights were spend sneaking out of his small empty room, and into the quiet library. On multiple occasions was he almost caught. But soon he learned the routine, and every night he'd spend a couple hours silently flipping through books, educating himself with multiple subjects, from basic math, to languages of different species.

But on one unfortunate night, he was caught and beaten raw. The nobleman's child, the official heir was so angry that a lowly child that came from a no-named prostitute dared to learn and build his own wings that the heir ordered the servants to torture Ayran, who was only 12 at that time.

What happened at the torture chamber was an unforgettable night of pain, it was as if time stopped moving, and each whip of the belt made a clear mark on Ayran's tender young skin. There was a clear smell of blood in the air, and all Ayran felt was pain. So much pain that Ayran begged, he begged for it to stop, he promised that he'd stop going to the library, and will be forever obedient to the noblemen's family. But they turned deaf to his plea, and continues until sunrise. By then Ayran has long stopped begging as his throat has gone hoarse, and his body has gotten numb.

A small seed of hatred, and revenge sprouted within him. But what could he do? He was extremely injured, tired and hungry to the point that it was hard to even open his eyes. It took all of his energy to even breathe. But as he kept thinking about revenge, and his current situation, he started to laugh like a madmen. At the moment, his whole entire body was full of whip makes and dried up blood, his golden hair stuck to his face due to the crying and sweat from last night, paired with a crazed laugh, it was a abnormal scene that hurts the eyes, and stings the heart.

With wobbly steps, Ayran stood up, hissing silently. The servants hasn't bothered chaining him, as he was only a weak, pitiful child that the heir has decided to take out his anger in their eyes. But it was thanks to their pity that he managed to escape without anyone noticing.

But no matter how clear-headed Ayran was, his body was tired beyong repair, and soon fainted in a forest he was treading through. But thankfully, a small kind family that lives in a village governed by the noblemen saved him and took him in. They were one of the reasons that Ayran still believed that there is still good in the dark and selfish world.

In the next couple of years, not only did Ayran grew up and became a handsome young lad, but he grew extremely intelligent with a talent in not only magic, but many others. He travel throughout the world and became a wandering merchant while learning the culture and knowledge of multiple kinds of people and species both good and bad. Not only that, one day he found a manual of an old genius mechanic and took up learning mechanism, and infusing mana into them. He created many amazing things that civilians could not even dream of, and made them into reality. His own weapons were created by himself as well.

Now, he is a wandering merchant most of the time, and a legendary mechanic that people only knew as a legend on Saturdays. Plus his traits of making dreams into reality is like a gardener planting flowers, thus his alias, [The Saturday Gardener].

Theodore always seemed to be a problem child. Shortly after he was conceived, his mother died. He somehow managed to break everything in his house growing up, leaving his lone father quite poor. The town he grew up in would whisper about him being a demon child, a bad luck sign from some god.

He never payed them any mind, and would go along with his day. His father, drowning in debt, taught Theodore how to haggle, bargain and eventually steal. A few days into this endeavor, his father met another woman. They had three children, two girls and one boy, before his father had died.

His step mother never liked him. Always cursed at him for bringing bad luck. Every little thing was blamed on him. Eventually she got sick, bedridden and unable to care for the children. Theodore had to take care of himself and his siblings.

Theodore then received word that his brother, Jasper, had burned in a horrible fire. The towns people showed no grief though, leading Theodore to believe they had killed his brother. Filled with pent up anger over the years, he took it out on the town. It burned to the ground, and he fled the scene with his sisters. Leaving behind an old life.

He eventually learned more complex magic, staying with a potion brewer. An old lady who never seemed to mind the rambunctious mind of the poor problematic child. She would eventually be called 'Mother', and Theodore got to watch his sisters grow up and follow in the potion brewers footsteps.