Character Sheet #1: Zhymos RP
Tűz Szánt Halál
[tooz shant ho-lal]
[Destined for Fiery Death]
Race: Human borne Kolyok
Age: 49, Physically 26
Appearance: What is not seen in the photo is that there is a cluster of crimson veins climbing the right side of his face, spreading out at the jaw and ending at either the eye, or hairline or the mouth. The main red mass on his right arm ends when it encompasses his shoulder and as shown in the picture, that mass of mutation is much more vascular than the rest of Szant's body.
Personality: For ease of writing, let us just say that Szant is a little... Unstable... When he turned Kolyok, he began growing insane. As the red mutation of his right arm began to steadily climb upward, so did his insanity. It all stopped when the mutation reached his shoulder and then shot a bout of crimson veins toward his skull, and that is where both the mutation and the instability ceased to increase, but both were still very prominent.
Szant has the unique tendency to see anything violent or evil to be good. A pile of bloody entrails spread along the floor, to him, is a lush garden of the finest lilies and roses. A village burning to the ground with screaming women and children trapped inside their houses is a beautiful sunset with two rainbows striking at each other's heels.
He does have is bouts of partial sanity however, simple become aware of the darkness of his actions in past tense. When there is time for action, he becomes swept up in it and has no time to think about his karmatic standing on this planet. But even when he does become aware, his remorse remains nonexistent, never feeling responsible. Those times are rare though, since Szant is the kind of person who lives in the present and cares not about worrying or any sense of morality, as those are shackles to him.
Though besides the obvious mental issues that are entirely abundant in his case, Szant is actually rather intelligent. Granted, his recklessness often gets between him and rationality but when he needs to be he can maintain a low profile. Even though he did not get his reputation from stealth.
History: Before turning into this horrible, insane, bloodthirsty monster Szant was... Relatively tame to say the least. He was a fisherman of the Mainland, living a quiet life with his family and the rest of his small port village. There was so much peace in that little slice of perfection that there was never a need for hostility or distrust. That ultimately proved their downfall when something beyond their worst nightmares flashed before them.
Szant was eighteen on this night when from beyond the fog came bustling in a mysterious steamboat. The village was given no word of visitors and so were overwhelmed with sudden curiosity and approached with open arms. So to speak. The answer to such hospitality was an Imp blade to the stomach as the villagers watched their own entrails spill from their bodies. The Imps came with overwhelming speed and brutality, blocking all exits before the villagers had a chance of leaving their homes. At length the buildings began to burn to the ground. The elderly were torched, the women were raped and the children were eaten like chicken.
The fit and the young among the men were beaten down and dragged to the steamboat while the rest of the Imps finished having their fun and pillaging what was left of the town's food and currency. Those that fought back were beaten further still and then tortured after having been smuggled onto the vessel. There was much abuse of many kinds coming to them during the ride to Cthonian shore and the long, stifling walk to the Implands. Yet when things couldn't seem worse, halfway to their destination they were ransacked by a band of Undead and their unholy Mistress, the Demoness of Előholt. Imps, being the swift cowards that they are managed to scamper out of the Demon's way. The captives were chained from wrist to ankle though, as such they were victim to the Demon's tortures, even more gruesome than those of the Imps they were previously suffered against.
The Demoness slowly cursed every prisoner one by one while the rest were beaten and bloodied and set against all kinds of foul magic. All those treated by the Demon were made Undead, forced to live as a servant of the damned. When it was the turn for Szant's brother to join them, he unleashed a primal rage, lashing his tongue at the Demoness and daring her to curse him. She was happy to oblige, but only after this important person was made her slave and forced to torture Szant for hours. When it was finally his time, the Demoness buried her unholy talons into his skull, slipping the curse into his very soul.
The pain was unbearable and seemed to last an utter and dire eternity. Szant could feel his life and soul draining from his body, being filled with emptiness and a confusing trust of the Demon clouding him. However, somewhere along the enchantment the Dark magic failed. Szant did not regain the bits of his soul that he had lost, but that was soon being filled with fire. A deep burning rage and hatred boiled inside of him and he regained his will. The Demoness was stubborn enough to continue as Szant began to leech off her power, giving him strength to steal even more. When she finally backed off, it was too late. She was hobbled, and had created a twisted being of animalistic rage worthy of rivaling even the Tainted. Szant had become a beast of black flame, incinerating all of his fellow captives with a dark inferno. He lunged forth toward his Mistress, claw extended when her servants knocked him off his feet. She fled while Szant fended off against the abominations, taking a few to the grave in which they belonged.
Equipment: Gravwraith Armor A light and sparse armor put together from many sources. Szant has thrown out the helmet and ripped off all of the right sleeve and the plates that go with it. He found a tattered cape which he uses to cover his arm when he needs to, and a hood to hide his face and eyes. It is all too easy to be found out when you have large and obvious scars throughout your body. There is not much armor in it, mostly the left arm, a chestplate, some shoulders and light greaves under the waistcoat.
Demon Axe of Hellmoot As the name suggests, the weapon is Demonic. It is said to hold the power of the blackest flames and that is why Szant set out to acquire it. It is large and two-handed, heavy enough that when he does not use magical strength boosts he cannot hold it correctly with one hand. When using his magic he can wield it easily in a single hand.
Horseman 7Z-5s An Ascentian blade made with a Lance type shotgun in the middle of the sword. The crystal canister holds enough energy to fire thirty rounds. The shotgun has heavy recoil and a cooldown time before Szant can shoot it again without letting it burn out. If he were to shoot more than three rapid rounds the weapon would break. He nicked it off a Dwarvish merchant with a boot to the throat a few years past. It is large and two-handed like his axe and can only be wielded in one hand through the use of magic. The recoil is strong enough to push his body back unless his stance is very wide and braced, especially without help of magic.
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