Name:
''Dos''
Appearance:
Dos is a human unlike the most, his strenght and stamina stand head over heels above that of his nearest pear. His titanic strenght is, however, not his greatest asset, but it's his tactical thinking. Under the heavy armor that even the most greedy demon would have problem piercing lies a scarred body which holds an incredible brain of both knowledge and tactical thinking. Dos was the name he took on after his previous life had forsaken him, and in his own native tongue, Dos means 'He who knows'.
Standing proudly at 7'3'', and weighing slightly below his average, the armour more than makes up for that by adding on an incredible layer of weight for Dos' muscles to work on. However if the armor was to be removed, and the cloak of cloth which covers him removed, then his scarred and ashen body would be seen to the Earth and all who live and are dead. A body burned by fire, cut by knives, daggers and swords and rotten to the core, leaving only a noble heart left unsoiled. He stays in life through the use and practice of magic, magic which he, himself, has lost the meaning to, because this can only be practiced by another, and even though he knows the spells and incantations, his body has given up on him, and his unability to produce enough life force removes his ability to even practice it upon a dead insect.
Therefore, his body may be rotten, however his muscles somehow remain, whilst they do not look as well as they'd possibly be alive, his body has lost reason, and whilst his head has it in spades, his strenght has increased and through daily practice he keeps his muscles alive and present. He is not dead man yet, however on the verge, he often looks upon the door, but walks away from it in his sleepless hours of night.
History:
Dos was originally a normal, every day villager within the confines of a surprisingly prideful village society. However, to the nature of man they fell and corruption was swept into every aspect of life. Much like the wisest man would say, man is but another demon.
His village fell to the hands of mans evil side, and he, alone, was left to carry on a tale of torture and slavery. Becuase he survived, he was mentally affected. Losing senses of emotion and feelings. He was quite unable to have a normal life and when he was yet a teen was forced to flee from the village and escape corruption. He somehow found his way into the cities, with little to no supply left he was just barely kept alive by the few kind strangers offering him either a penny or a bit of their own bread and water.
However these days would not last forever, when he found himself at the age of 25 he was taken under a nobleman, whatever reason was unknown to him at the time, and he happily accepted the offer. At first it looked divine, like a righteous refuge where he could spend the rest of his days in peace. However the day would pass away, and inevitably only the darkness would remain. Dos was all to well aware of the nature of man, and whilst he had learned to put on a fake face, he was more than able to see through others. However the man who would take him in, would show his face all too late for Dos to understand.
Like the pendulum, there's ups and downs, but there can never be a higher up than previously experienced, and it then spirals into an abyss of downs, gradually decreasing in the maximum up you'd recieve until there was only down. The nobleman would show himself, his real self, and when he did, Dos would be unable to escape. The nobleman was in fact another slave driver, covering his face behind the face of a kind man who earned riches on helping the farmers. But in fact, the farmers were his slaves, and what had happened at his village was because of this man.
Dos was put through rigorous torture day and night, and when he'd unknowingly defy his master he was burnt by flame. Yet he was forced to continue on. His escape at the age of 54 was only thanks to the local military garrison who had lost one of their soldiers in the area and by dumb luck happened to see the slave pens of this nobleman. Dos could not be given back his life, however magicians of many kinds attempted to put him back as much as possible, however the only thing they could do was freeze his slow decay. Dos was given apprenticeship under a great military mage as an apology to what he'd been through his entire life.
There he was met with the only kind human in his life of torture and endurance. He was taught how to maintain his body and how to perform magics of many kinds. He was trained rigorously once more, however for the first time in his life, it was on his own accord, it was of his own will that he trained so hard, and as a response, he trained harder than he'd ever done in his life. Through unconcious hate and anger he was built up and reforged, whilst his vessel remained the same, he was another person entirely. Forgetting emotion, the only thing he needed was the knowledge within his masters vast library, and through days and nights he trained, read and occasionally slept.
It was after an unknown amount of years that he decided to leave his former master, for he did know that time had been paused around himself, his master was not as fortunate. Taking with him the one book he'd yet to open within the halls of the vast library, he ventured into the wilderness and through endless journey and exploration he found himself in possession of equippment most men would only hear of in tales, and behind him, there was a band of men much like himself, who followed him to yander.
Personality:
Dos is a very unemotional person, however his knowledge spans many decades of history, sometimes even eons depending on which subject. However uninvolved in emotional metters he may be, his wise way of life inspires many to follow him, and his become known since become known as Dos, because before then he was nameless. Due to his past experiences his knowledge only became greater, and simply because he was enslaved, people respect him ever the greater, because before them stands a man who doesn't cheat death, but a man who doesn't fall for it, because he has yet more to accomplish.
Armaments:
Dos carries on him an armor forged long ago, yet it's strenght and spirit screams out above all others. He found it within an ancient ruin which seemed to belong to some sort of crafting folk. Since then he has spent endless nights and days enchanting the armor and embedding his magic into it, making the armor his spiritual vessel, and therefore removing the pressure from his own body. You could say that the armor allows him to move through it and not the armor moving through his bodies power. This piece of armor would soon reveal itself to Dos as the Angelic Protector A'Quelz, a legendary armor piece which originally was said to belong to an angel given mortal form.
Dos has yet to acquire a Sword, but his hands have come across a very peculiar shield. One of tower design, it reaches almost two thirds the lenght of his body and upon the front lies a cross of religious design. Whilst he does not intend to use it for religious purposes, he does know the shield to be the Keeper of Fragul-Bar, a legendary shield which was sparsly mentioned in the book of Fragul Donbar, a swordsman only legends speak of.
Abilities:
Dos, through years of learning and training, and a natural affinity for magic, is incredibly potent and deadly when it comes to the art of arcanum. He is able to craft arcane structures out of mere energy, basically he can manifest solid objects through manipulating energy, however that is nothing to brag of, however his ability to bend fire and earth seemingly to his will is. Whilst he is a very powerful mage, he, just like anyone, has limits.
