Post by Zaitan on Jan 6, 2013 20:26:31 GMT -6
Name: Zaitan
Aliases:The Hooded One, The Velg'larn, The Shadow Blade.
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Ajerian
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: Unknown
Place of Birth: Unknown
Physical Appearance:
Personality:
Born with a keen eye and a cunning mind, Zaitan has always been a highly analytical and intelligent being, even more so upon his ascension. Just as their powers manifested differently in each of them, so to did the binding alter their consciousness. Expanding their minds to the boundless eternities witnessed through the eyes of the Ajerian. Fused together into a single being, neither the judgement nor the one they were truly remain, they become something else, something more, a perfect symbiosis of two minds coexisting in a single being. Thus Zaitan has acquired knowledge far beyond what he could have ever hoped to achieve in a lifetime.
Always carrying himself with stealth and subterfuge, preferring not to draw needless attention to himself, this shadowy warrior echoes a cold stoic demeanour. While the silent and dark portrait of the masked Velg'larn initially marks him as a very callous and dispassionate figure.. he like the master, is not without compassion. He has often been shown to aid those whom he encounters on his ventures simply out of kindness, believing that because of its fleeting nature, life is a thing to be cherished, and defended accordingly. Alas if one were to think this belief a weakness to be explored one would be sadly mistaken.
For all his 'humane' tendencies, Zaitan has always been a firm believer in the philosophy that the end, always justifies the means. In this regard, the hooded one views all concepts and ideals of honour and nobility to be obsolete when poised against 'necessity'. The means of conduct and the process of achieving the end result are meaningless.. all that matters is the result itself, all for the sake of maintaining 'balance'. While he may dislike open acts of senseless slaughter and chaos, he knows full well that nothing is ever gained without sacrifice a price must be paid, terrible acts must be carried out if demanded and he will go to any lengths to ensure that his and the ideals of his siblings are brought to fruition by whatever means.
Special Abilities:
While already a trained assassin prior to the binding, Zaitan through the guidance of Arix and The Judgement now fused to his being, have ascended to prowess beyond imagining. The powers of the ajerian made manifest within his being has honed his speed and reflexes to levels far beyond any of his siblings. Speed, to all, is a law of physic, but to Zaitan it is but a word, a mere rule that can be bent as easily as it can be broken, as such he knows that time itself cannot bind him. Able to move his body at tremendous speeds far beyond one's ability to see, reaching a point where he can utterly transport himself from one place to another with ease if the already outstanding speed he possesses isn't enough to outmanoeuvre his opponents. This coupled with his inhuman reflexes renders him able to strike down his foes before they ever have a chance to draw their weapon. Alas this is far from being the most frightening aspect of the Velg'larn's power.
Out of all of his brothers and sisters, none of them have grasped the nature of Arix's power in the way Zaitan has. The gifts of the fragments left behind evolved differently in each of them, and it was Zaitan himself who inherited the powers over darkness and shadow. Able to harness and control the terrible energies of the very shadows and darkness itself on a whim, to give it shape, melding it however he sees fit is but some of the feats he is able to perform. In fact his control of this dreaded element has been known to reach as far as to influence the very darkness within others as well, influencing them and with enough focus, even controlling them. Thus the true limits to what he can do with this dreaded element are drawn only by his knowledge.
Velkyn Zotrethen:
Having been an assassin, for as long as he remembers this has been his only function, his only purpose. Battle is in his blood, movement across fields of slaughter or the darkest of shadows is as natural to him as drawing breath. While their time with the master was short, the instruction in the ways of the blade from Arix himself was never the less more than sufficient for Zaitan to give birth to his own devastating form of combat, a testament to the ancient ajerian blade masters. A true prodigy in the arts of both the sword and hand to hand combat, he was taught by Arix the ways to harden ones body to near inhuman levels. While only a fraction of the ability to which the master achieved, this technique coped with his hidden blades and uncanny speed, virtually renders the body itself into a living weapon. Each swift fluid strike of the form easily flowing into the next with both precision and deadly force to inflict maximum damage on the maximum number of opponents whilst at all times keeping oneself clear of counter-attack and return fire.
Weapons:
Oloth & Shard of Umbra:
In the early days of their time with the master, he soon found that he would need weapons, befitting his fluid and adaptive fighting style, and he acquired just that. These uniquely fashioned hidden blades are the only weapons he needs to wreck havoc upon any field of battle. Crafted from a strange unnatural ebony metal, these retractable hidden blades seem to almost fade perfectly into the dark of night and shadow with their near pitch black alloy, never showing any signs of impurity even after years of repeated use, their steel being just as sharp as the day of their making. Remaining unseen, safely tucked away until called forth by their master via an intricate fast draw mechanism around both forearms allows these blades to spring forth in an instant with a mere flick of the wrist, striking the unfortunate target before they ever even realize the blow which fell them.
Despite their similarities, both blades are worlds apart, and have been specifically designed to fit the adaptable combat style of the assassin. Olgoth resting faithfully at his left hand has been crafted as to twist itself into a delicately shaped 'hooked' blade, allowing for alternative approaches to both battle and movement, while the right blade is far more specific.
The Shard of Umbra is in truth a piece of the very blade of Arix Himura himself. Following the masters disappearance, the eight he left behind along with the judgement fell to fighting amongst themselves for supremacy, it was these shards amongst the dominant presence of one in particular among his brethren which finally united them and returned them to the path. The original blade of the master himself, Umbra was shattered by the Keeper long ago, the shards since recovered was thus shaped into eight shards for the eight of the followers of Arix, serving to connect them to the master, to remind them of their unity in service to 'him'.
The Shard carried by Zaitan, was fashioned into a dagger, specifically crafted to be detached from the delicate mechanism for a much longer hand held weapon should the need ever arise, however this is far more than a mere blade. The very power of Arix himself rests below the surface of the black steel. Once a beacon of untold power, this dark blade served the master for aeons, amplifying his powers over darkness and shadow.. now it serves to augment Zaitans own abilities further than ever before. In his calm and steady hands, these deadly blades of dark steel never miss their mark.
History:
Often has been the times when Zaitan has sat in quiet contemplation of the life he had before the binding... alas these contemplations are often left unresolved. His mind grasps at the strands of clues but each time he is denied the chance to sate his curiosity, as if locked in a dark prison... and the only escape to the ever dimming light above is a spiders thread. The things he does retain however is not the intricacies of family.. friends or even his name real name... but his acts. The art of killing, the comforts of shadows... and the smell of blood.... he was an assassin, now as before... long ago. Long before that fateful day when his life was to be forever changed.... perhaps the one who took him to join with the rest of his future brothers and sisters saw in him his 'gift' for taking life, or perhaps it was something more, something different... perhaps less so.... either way, if there is one thing he shall never forget, it is the day he stood before 'him.'
He remembers it clear as day, the smell of ash and death... the screams of the dying, the sheer prowess of the Abyss army as it befell city after city...the overwhelming force which swept through the land was insurmountable.... inconceivable, the resistance offered was merely brushed off, thrown to the way side like it were nothing... until he came.... the king of all ajerians... Arix Himura.
His sheer display of power was like nothing the assassin had ever witnessed before, the very swings of his blade near invisible to the naked eye it moved so fast... the mere radiance of the power he commanded was enough to quake the very earth and tear the heavens asunder. To Zaitan... this being was nothing short of a God, a peerless champion... with the viciousness of the very devils he vanquished by the hundreds... the thousands. Until finally this uncanny warrior came face to face with very tip of the spear that was this dreaded army... as well as its infamous leader, but even the Keeper and the Shackled Lord proved inferior against the might that was Arix. It was in the aftermath of this that both Zaitan and eight others approached him... and kneeled before their new master in reverence, and thus it came to be they became the eight disciples of Arix Himura, they were given new names, new purpose, and a new life. Sworn to carry out his will, and stand by his side against any who would oppose them or their kind.
Alas as the years went by, and through events beyond their knowledge, the master vanished, leaving them with only the Judgement, and his teachings. Alas as these were connected to him like no other, they shared in a portion of the masters very own power, and to them.. that was enough, for a time. Their brotherhood grew restless, impatient and as is the case, they each took control of a portion of the Judgement, and fell to fighting amongst themselves for supremacy... until finally, one among their brethren came forth an put an end to their petty struggles, he reminded them of their purpose.. their goal, and it was from this day on that each of the eight took the final steps towards finally becoming like the master... body, mind and soul, by binding themselves to the Judgement left behind by the master, becoming true Ajerians at last, offspring to the legacy of their master, the Ajerian King. As a final act of unity, the previously recovered Shards of the Umbra, the original sword of Arix Himura was thus divided amongst the eight of his disciples, ever to remind them of their mission... to ensure the return of their master to the world, that he may dispense Judgement accordingly, just as he did so long ago. Zaitan along with his brethren believe that the completion of the Umbra will allow Arix to return to the world once again.
It is for this reason that they have spent countless years of endless searching, hoarding artefacts and pieces of the masters armour wherever they could, seeking alternative ways of restoring him to the world.
Where once they had unity, a place of gathering... they are now scattered, driven to the far reaches of the worlds by their search for 'him.'
Alas while their ways may have declined to wandering 'nomads,' with their kind seemingly scarce in throughout the world and many others, these eight are nevertheless regarded with a level of reverence by all ajerian kind. Considered the 'children' of Arix Himura, heir to his legacies, has allowed them to obtain many artefacts once lost to time, left behind by the master, sites of sanctuary to store these priceless heirlooms of the master and much more... they are divided yes, but at the least not alone in their struggle.
Zaitan himself has seen few among his brothers and sisters in countless years, but it is to be expected that while their ultimate goal may be the same, each of them has an agenda... each of them understands... ambition... some more than others... in truth there is no telling how many of them remain, but one thing offers certainty to the Velg'larn.
Their devotion to the master, is absolute, and it is this very devotion which has brought Zaitan to this place.... here at the apex, where worlds end.. and are born anew.
Perhaps here he will find what seeks, perhaps others of his kind, or perhaps a new purpose entirely... only time will tell.
Aliases:The Hooded One, The Velg'larn, The Shadow Blade.
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Ajerian
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: Unknown
Place of Birth: Unknown
Physical Appearance:
Personality:
Born with a keen eye and a cunning mind, Zaitan has always been a highly analytical and intelligent being, even more so upon his ascension. Just as their powers manifested differently in each of them, so to did the binding alter their consciousness. Expanding their minds to the boundless eternities witnessed through the eyes of the Ajerian. Fused together into a single being, neither the judgement nor the one they were truly remain, they become something else, something more, a perfect symbiosis of two minds coexisting in a single being. Thus Zaitan has acquired knowledge far beyond what he could have ever hoped to achieve in a lifetime.
Always carrying himself with stealth and subterfuge, preferring not to draw needless attention to himself, this shadowy warrior echoes a cold stoic demeanour. While the silent and dark portrait of the masked Velg'larn initially marks him as a very callous and dispassionate figure.. he like the master, is not without compassion. He has often been shown to aid those whom he encounters on his ventures simply out of kindness, believing that because of its fleeting nature, life is a thing to be cherished, and defended accordingly. Alas if one were to think this belief a weakness to be explored one would be sadly mistaken.
For all his 'humane' tendencies, Zaitan has always been a firm believer in the philosophy that the end, always justifies the means. In this regard, the hooded one views all concepts and ideals of honour and nobility to be obsolete when poised against 'necessity'. The means of conduct and the process of achieving the end result are meaningless.. all that matters is the result itself, all for the sake of maintaining 'balance'. While he may dislike open acts of senseless slaughter and chaos, he knows full well that nothing is ever gained without sacrifice a price must be paid, terrible acts must be carried out if demanded and he will go to any lengths to ensure that his and the ideals of his siblings are brought to fruition by whatever means.
Special Abilities:
While already a trained assassin prior to the binding, Zaitan through the guidance of Arix and The Judgement now fused to his being, have ascended to prowess beyond imagining. The powers of the ajerian made manifest within his being has honed his speed and reflexes to levels far beyond any of his siblings. Speed, to all, is a law of physic, but to Zaitan it is but a word, a mere rule that can be bent as easily as it can be broken, as such he knows that time itself cannot bind him. Able to move his body at tremendous speeds far beyond one's ability to see, reaching a point where he can utterly transport himself from one place to another with ease if the already outstanding speed he possesses isn't enough to outmanoeuvre his opponents. This coupled with his inhuman reflexes renders him able to strike down his foes before they ever have a chance to draw their weapon. Alas this is far from being the most frightening aspect of the Velg'larn's power.
Out of all of his brothers and sisters, none of them have grasped the nature of Arix's power in the way Zaitan has. The gifts of the fragments left behind evolved differently in each of them, and it was Zaitan himself who inherited the powers over darkness and shadow. Able to harness and control the terrible energies of the very shadows and darkness itself on a whim, to give it shape, melding it however he sees fit is but some of the feats he is able to perform. In fact his control of this dreaded element has been known to reach as far as to influence the very darkness within others as well, influencing them and with enough focus, even controlling them. Thus the true limits to what he can do with this dreaded element are drawn only by his knowledge.
Velkyn Zotrethen:
Having been an assassin, for as long as he remembers this has been his only function, his only purpose. Battle is in his blood, movement across fields of slaughter or the darkest of shadows is as natural to him as drawing breath. While their time with the master was short, the instruction in the ways of the blade from Arix himself was never the less more than sufficient for Zaitan to give birth to his own devastating form of combat, a testament to the ancient ajerian blade masters. A true prodigy in the arts of both the sword and hand to hand combat, he was taught by Arix the ways to harden ones body to near inhuman levels. While only a fraction of the ability to which the master achieved, this technique coped with his hidden blades and uncanny speed, virtually renders the body itself into a living weapon. Each swift fluid strike of the form easily flowing into the next with both precision and deadly force to inflict maximum damage on the maximum number of opponents whilst at all times keeping oneself clear of counter-attack and return fire.
Weapons:
Oloth & Shard of Umbra:
In the early days of their time with the master, he soon found that he would need weapons, befitting his fluid and adaptive fighting style, and he acquired just that. These uniquely fashioned hidden blades are the only weapons he needs to wreck havoc upon any field of battle. Crafted from a strange unnatural ebony metal, these retractable hidden blades seem to almost fade perfectly into the dark of night and shadow with their near pitch black alloy, never showing any signs of impurity even after years of repeated use, their steel being just as sharp as the day of their making. Remaining unseen, safely tucked away until called forth by their master via an intricate fast draw mechanism around both forearms allows these blades to spring forth in an instant with a mere flick of the wrist, striking the unfortunate target before they ever even realize the blow which fell them.
Despite their similarities, both blades are worlds apart, and have been specifically designed to fit the adaptable combat style of the assassin. Olgoth resting faithfully at his left hand has been crafted as to twist itself into a delicately shaped 'hooked' blade, allowing for alternative approaches to both battle and movement, while the right blade is far more specific.
The Shard of Umbra is in truth a piece of the very blade of Arix Himura himself. Following the masters disappearance, the eight he left behind along with the judgement fell to fighting amongst themselves for supremacy, it was these shards amongst the dominant presence of one in particular among his brethren which finally united them and returned them to the path. The original blade of the master himself, Umbra was shattered by the Keeper long ago, the shards since recovered was thus shaped into eight shards for the eight of the followers of Arix, serving to connect them to the master, to remind them of their unity in service to 'him'.
The Shard carried by Zaitan, was fashioned into a dagger, specifically crafted to be detached from the delicate mechanism for a much longer hand held weapon should the need ever arise, however this is far more than a mere blade. The very power of Arix himself rests below the surface of the black steel. Once a beacon of untold power, this dark blade served the master for aeons, amplifying his powers over darkness and shadow.. now it serves to augment Zaitans own abilities further than ever before. In his calm and steady hands, these deadly blades of dark steel never miss their mark.
History:
Do not mistake me for a common warrior, I act alone I act without mercy. I bring death to those who deserve it, and occasionally to those who do not. Sometimes I feel regret, sometimes remorse but most of the time, I feel nothing.. I was chosen because killing is an art... and I am a master.
Zaitan - The Velg'larn
Zaitan - The Velg'larn
Often has been the times when Zaitan has sat in quiet contemplation of the life he had before the binding... alas these contemplations are often left unresolved. His mind grasps at the strands of clues but each time he is denied the chance to sate his curiosity, as if locked in a dark prison... and the only escape to the ever dimming light above is a spiders thread. The things he does retain however is not the intricacies of family.. friends or even his name real name... but his acts. The art of killing, the comforts of shadows... and the smell of blood.... he was an assassin, now as before... long ago. Long before that fateful day when his life was to be forever changed.... perhaps the one who took him to join with the rest of his future brothers and sisters saw in him his 'gift' for taking life, or perhaps it was something more, something different... perhaps less so.... either way, if there is one thing he shall never forget, it is the day he stood before 'him.'
He remembers it clear as day, the smell of ash and death... the screams of the dying, the sheer prowess of the Abyss army as it befell city after city...the overwhelming force which swept through the land was insurmountable.... inconceivable, the resistance offered was merely brushed off, thrown to the way side like it were nothing... until he came.... the king of all ajerians... Arix Himura.
His sheer display of power was like nothing the assassin had ever witnessed before, the very swings of his blade near invisible to the naked eye it moved so fast... the mere radiance of the power he commanded was enough to quake the very earth and tear the heavens asunder. To Zaitan... this being was nothing short of a God, a peerless champion... with the viciousness of the very devils he vanquished by the hundreds... the thousands. Until finally this uncanny warrior came face to face with very tip of the spear that was this dreaded army... as well as its infamous leader, but even the Keeper and the Shackled Lord proved inferior against the might that was Arix. It was in the aftermath of this that both Zaitan and eight others approached him... and kneeled before their new master in reverence, and thus it came to be they became the eight disciples of Arix Himura, they were given new names, new purpose, and a new life. Sworn to carry out his will, and stand by his side against any who would oppose them or their kind.
Alas as the years went by, and through events beyond their knowledge, the master vanished, leaving them with only the Judgement, and his teachings. Alas as these were connected to him like no other, they shared in a portion of the masters very own power, and to them.. that was enough, for a time. Their brotherhood grew restless, impatient and as is the case, they each took control of a portion of the Judgement, and fell to fighting amongst themselves for supremacy... until finally, one among their brethren came forth an put an end to their petty struggles, he reminded them of their purpose.. their goal, and it was from this day on that each of the eight took the final steps towards finally becoming like the master... body, mind and soul, by binding themselves to the Judgement left behind by the master, becoming true Ajerians at last, offspring to the legacy of their master, the Ajerian King. As a final act of unity, the previously recovered Shards of the Umbra, the original sword of Arix Himura was thus divided amongst the eight of his disciples, ever to remind them of their mission... to ensure the return of their master to the world, that he may dispense Judgement accordingly, just as he did so long ago. Zaitan along with his brethren believe that the completion of the Umbra will allow Arix to return to the world once again.
It is for this reason that they have spent countless years of endless searching, hoarding artefacts and pieces of the masters armour wherever they could, seeking alternative ways of restoring him to the world.
Where once they had unity, a place of gathering... they are now scattered, driven to the far reaches of the worlds by their search for 'him.'
Alas while their ways may have declined to wandering 'nomads,' with their kind seemingly scarce in throughout the world and many others, these eight are nevertheless regarded with a level of reverence by all ajerian kind. Considered the 'children' of Arix Himura, heir to his legacies, has allowed them to obtain many artefacts once lost to time, left behind by the master, sites of sanctuary to store these priceless heirlooms of the master and much more... they are divided yes, but at the least not alone in their struggle.
Zaitan himself has seen few among his brothers and sisters in countless years, but it is to be expected that while their ultimate goal may be the same, each of them has an agenda... each of them understands... ambition... some more than others... in truth there is no telling how many of them remain, but one thing offers certainty to the Velg'larn.
Their devotion to the master, is absolute, and it is this very devotion which has brought Zaitan to this place.... here at the apex, where worlds end.. and are born anew.
Perhaps here he will find what seeks, perhaps others of his kind, or perhaps a new purpose entirely... only time will tell.
