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[color=crimson]⍚ Raydon[/color]  ⥥  [color=dimgray]15[/color]  ⥥  [color=crimson] Male  [/color]⥥  [color=dimgray] Demisexual ⍚ [/color]
[h3][color=crimson]"Life is meaningless suffering."[/color][/h3][/center]
[center][hr][hr][h1][color=crimson][b]𝔐[/b]y [b]𝔐[/b]ortal [b]ℭ[/b][i]𝔬𝔦𝔩[/i][/color][/h1][hr][hr][/center]

[ ⍚ ] [b][color=crimson][b]A[/b][/color][sub][color=crimson] P P E A R A N C E[/color][/sub][/b][hr][indent][color=cccccc] Raydon is 5"7, a little shorter then the average height of most clanmen, though in his clan he is of average height. He has some wiry muscle mass, another common sight among his people. In his homeland of the desert, many opt to wear simple loinscloth depending on their rank, with higher ups preferring long flowing robes to aid airflow. Raydon's preference is some airy shorts that fluff out and cuff a hands width above his knee, keeping him cool without compromising his movement. 

While travelling, he opts for simple cloth clothing, a simple grey tunic covered with a dark grey overcoat and a yakhair scarf to keep himself warm, as he has difficulty with cooler climates. He binds his arms with leather strips that wrap around from his elbow to the pads beneath his fingers.

Raydon has a young face, with short raggedy matt hair that doesn't catch the light, and a fair complexion that many women covet. Raydon can only be described as pretty, but his stony expression and cold eyes effectively dissaude most from interacting with him. He has misty blue eyes that accentuate his pupil and are often described as unnerving.

His [url=https://i.gyazo.com/9970d1ac262a47d8b13c51db2aa7c492.png]mark[/url] is dark brown in colour and sits two finger widths above his belly button. When he uses his power, the mark bleeds in jagged patterns across his skin, proliferating that same symbol all across his body. The "wounds" weep a black blood that cannot be staunched or stopped, by any form of bandage or healing known.[/color][/indent]
[ ⍚ ] [b][color=crimson][b]P[/b][/color][sub][color=dimgray] E R S O N A L I T Y[/color][/sub][/b][hr]
[indent][color=cccccc]Raydon is the dark, brooding type. He cares little for social structure or interaction, and generally keeps himself to himself. He prefers his own company over others, though a few choice people sometimes take his fancy and he tolerates their company. He has his own twisted, self-serving form of loyalty, with a dedication to some and a throw-away attitude to others. For this reason it is very unwise to trust him, as he is motivated to act purely for his own ends. 

He is very brash, speaking his mind as and when he feels like it, though will rarely confide in others about his inner thoughts in secrets, lest they use the information against him. Raydon has little sense of humour, or care for it, though has been known to make dark jokes on rare occasions.[/color][/indent]

[ ⍚ ] [b][color=crimson][b]B[/b][/color][sub][color=dimgray] I O G R A P H Y[/color][/sub][/b][hr]
[indent][color=cccccc]Ironically Raydon was named after the god of blood and bone, for he was born into a world of torment. A slave culture, the Karill clan was a sprawling empire that took most of the desert lands, as few had learnt to survive in it's arid climate. Raydon himself was born to slaves during one of particularly brutal uprisings, which came to be known as the Bloodied Times. The mark on his belly was considered an ill omen and would only bring misfortune to his family, so much so his father was about to slit his own throat when the armed men broke down the door and killed him dead with a spear to the back of the head and through his eyes. They took his mother for their own purposes, and appropriately jested as they named Raydon after the dark god. Perhaps they should of killed him, but they were amused by his parent's desire to murder him, and by the mark upon his chest. They gave him to the Child Pits to be killed in combat for their own amusement.

The Pits were - and stil are - a brutal sport, where combatants are forced to fight one another to the death, often given no protection or weapons until they have pried them from their enemies cold dead hands through combat. Worse still were the Child Pits, a sport used purely during uprising times to quench the bloodthirst of the Slaves. Their children would be ripped from their homes and tossed into the Pits, until such time the Uprising was quelled or the Slaves submitted themselves to surrender and punishment for their actions. Raydon faced his first combatant at the age of 7, drawing a 12 year old boy who should in all respects killed him dead. The match had been made for pure brutality alone, but no one expected 7 year old Raydon to get a lucky shot with a stone right between the boy's eyes killing him instantly.

From then on Raydon was nicknamed The Bloodchild, and in truth a deep dark part of him revelled in the bloodshed. The other part of his mind, the human part, was horrified - frozen in a world of brutality from such a young age, seperated from his mother at birth, he simply never developed the empathy needed to form connections in the world, and his emotions withered and faltered under the sheer need for survival that dominated his being.

Raydon fought in many matches until he took the eye of a man higher up in the clan, named Vir. He purchased Raydon to be his personal fighter and servant, and so it was that Raydon became his to serve. He hated Vir with a passion, but the hate never showed on his face - but Vir knew. He knew and he taunted Raydon, for he had owned and killed many when he tired of them, and he could sense Hate like it was a pungent odor in the air. Raydon lived with it, for he was unable to break his training and just kill his Owner, and till this day he is still in his servitude. Living somewhere between Slave and Servant, forbidden from living his life outside of his service, forbidden from takinf a wife or making a friend, his life for his master's for all his years.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Memories Retained:[/b][/color] [color=cccccc]Ignore for now[/color]
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[color=crimson]⍚ Raydark[/color]  ⥥  [color=dimgray]God of Blood and Bone[/color]   ⥥  [color=crimson] Male  [/color]⥥  [color=dimgray] Heterosexual ⍚ [/color]
[color=Crimson][sub][b][u]DARK GOD[/u][/b][/sub][/color]

[color=darkgray][h3][quote=The Story of Raydark]...There once was a man who was crafted from the flesh of the fallen.
His bones were forged in hellfire and his heart was born from stone.
Where his soul should be a pit of blackness took it's place,
and he was thought to be the perfect empty vessel.

Commanded by his necromancer master to work,
he did as he was bid and performed many evil deeds as his puppet.
But the blackness where his soul should be began to fester,
and the emptiness there invited evil in to make it's home.

And so in time he overthrew his dark creator,
and devoured him to gain his power.
But this brewed within him an unsaitable hunger for more,
and so he scoured the land and devoured his enemies,
but in all his travels he could not find what unknown thing he desired so strongly;
that the emptiness within him so craved.

And so in time an insiddeuous idea took root in his being,
to fill the void with something divine,
he would steal the soul of a celestial, and devour it whole;
and in so doing he climbed the steps from mortal to monster,
and from a monster to a Damned God."[/quote][/h3][/color][/center]

[ ⍚ ] [b][color=crimson][b]G[/b][/color][sub][color=dimgray]O D L Y   A P P E A R A N C E[/color][/sub][/b][hr]
[indent][color=cccccc][color=cccccc]Raydon has several forms: a [url=http://orig05.deviantart.net/6340/f/2016/154/1/0/azazel__angel_of_sacrifices_by_petemohrbacher-da4ttd5.jpg]humanoid form,[/url] his monstrous form (see above) and his [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/41/df/55/41df55844ba038409848d716574ea6f0.jpg]true form[/url].  

As Raydark committed more and more evil deeds and sins, so too did his forms become more monstrous and powerful. Origionally a normal human, he killed many a magical creature on his quest for power and greatness. Fuelled by the hunger that gnawed at the empty hole where his heart should be, he eventually became a demonic creature that cursed they skies with it's presence. 30 ft tall with a wingspan double that, Rimdark's monstrous form is a terror to behold, but not nearly as frightening as his True Immortal form.

Towering above mountains, Raydark's god visage shows the world what he truly is: destruction. The hole in his spirit now manifest, everyone can see that Raydark is not truly whole, his body held together by the pure invisible hunger that motivates him and seeks out his prey.  [/color][/color][/indent]
[ ⍚ ] [b][color=crimson][b]K[/b][/color][sub][color=dimgray] N O W N   F O R[/color][/sub][/b][hr]
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Known as: God Killer, Soulless One, Devilborn and Firebred
An unsaitable hunger he'd follow to the end of the world
Total destruction of everything he deems worthy of devouring, or anything that gets in his way
A damned beast never meant to grace the mortal or immortal planes
A power animated by pure evil that cannot be stopped 


This can include personality traits, what they are assosciated with ect. This may also include significant events that had impacts on mortals. You may list if you wish. You may add to this as the RP continues as well as you flashback to things you did as a God/Goddess. [/color][/indent]
[ ⍚ ] [b][color=crimson][b]F[/b][/color][sub][color=dimgray] O R M A T I V E   M O M E N T S   I N    H I S T O R Y[/color][/sub][/b][hr]
[indent][color=cccccc]Raydark was created from the bodies of the dead, melded together with clay to do an evil man's bidding. The most perfect creation, Raydark worked tirelessly and soulessly for his master, performing acts of such atrocity that his being could not remain empty for long. A dark evil took root within him, so terrible and great it bade him to kill even the dark sorceror who had built him out of the fires of hell. In so doing, the soulless beast of Raydark gained his power, and an unsaitable hunger for the flesh of others. He travelled the land, massacring and devouring any and everyone, his dark energies leaving huge swathes of land demolished and destroyed; wastelands in his wake.

But nothing was enough for him, for there was a gnawing darkness within him that had no end. With each he devoured he gained more powerful, and so in time he set his sights on the immortal realm.

He tricked an immortal into revealing themselves by consuming the very stars in the sky. A huge patch of the aether is still dark to this day. A celestial being came down to stop him before he stole away all the stars, but like all the others he swallowed them whole and let the dark energies within him rip their body and soul to shreds.

And so it was Raydark ascended to the immortal world, a monstrous creature never meant to live in the sky. But the Gods, divine beings, many whom had been made at the dawn of creation - they were by far the strongest creatures he had ever been among. He watched them, trying to work out the source of their power so that he might devour that, too.

What he saw, he did not - could not - understand. The strands of starlight that bound one immortal creature to another seemed to give them power beyond Raydark's comprehension. He impatiently tried to find his own, so that he might become more powerful - but to no avail. In time he grew impatient and bitter, and founded a plan with the other Dark Ones. He willingly followed the immortals through, in hopes the mortal form would bring weakness to them, and inspire him with knowledge of their condition.[/color][/indent]

[center][hr][hr][h1][color=crimson]𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚[i]𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫[/i][/color][/h1][hr][hr][/center]

[ ⍚ ] [b][color=crimson][b]S[/b][/color][sub][color=dimgray] K I L L S E T[/color][/sub][/b][hr][i][color=cccccc]Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.[/color][/i]

[list][*][color=crimson]Hunting[/color][color=cccccc] Raydon is skilled at bringing a quick death to game.[/color] [*][color=dimgray]Fabrication[/color] [color=cccccc]Raydon is used to not having much at his disposal, and can makeshift items out of basic materials.[/color][*][color=crimson]Unsettling Air[/color] [color=cccccc]Magical creatures are unlikely to tangle with him, as they sense the darkness within him.[/color][/list]
[list][*][color=dimgray]Untiring[/color][color=cccccc]Growing up as a slave has led Raydon to grit his teeth and bear it. He can endure travel, heavy labor, lack of sleep and food with surprising tenacity.[/color][*][color=crimson]Versitile:[/color][color=cccccc]Raydon knows not to be picky in the heat of battle. While he receives no bonuses on any weapons, he can use almost anything in battle without a skill penalty to it.[/color] [*][color=dimgray]Unstoppable:[/color][color=cccccc]Raydon has survived some close calls a few times. Receiving a wound or injury will not hinder his ability to continue a fight, as his unbreakable willpower pushes him onward.[/color][/list]

[ ⍚ ] [b][color=crimson][b]A[/b][/color][sub][color=dimgray] B I L I T I E S[/color][/sub][/b][hr][i][color=cccccc]These will unlock as we continue.[/color][/i]

[color=crimson][b]Life Force[/b][/color]: [color=cccccc]0/0 (ignore for now)[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Blood and Bone[/b][/color][hr][color=cccccc][i]A dark creature forged from flesh has it's ways.[/i][/color]
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[color=dimgray]Bloodmark:[/color][color=cccccc] Raydon makes a small mark out of his own blood, usually cut from his thumb. He is then able to sense around the marks for vague information.[/color]

[color=dimgray]Succor:[/color][color=cccccc] Raydon feasts on another's blood, gaining strength and succor from it.[/color]

[color=dimgray]Bonebound:[/color][/indent][color=cccccc] Raydon encases himself in an armour of bone imbued with dark energy, that can splinter and infect on a small chance when being hit.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Devilborn[/b][/color][hr][color=cccccc][i]There is more then one way to bring torment to a soul.[/i][/color]
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[color=dimgray]Splintered Bones: [/color][color=cccccc] Raydon lets out a shockwave in a circular radius around himself, a barrage of splintered bones. The ground underfoot is drenched in half a foot of blood, sometimes deeper if there was already liquid present (it is replaced with blood). This will often affect the sanity of creatures.[/color]

[color=dimgray]Bloodbound: [/color][color=cccccc]Raydon drinks another's blood and forces them to drink his own. Upon so doing, they are under his thrall, charmed by his presence and in rapture with him for a day. This effect can stack, with subsequent feasts being welcomed and becoming more addictive, lasting longer each time. The victim feels more and more attached to Raydon with subsequent uses, growing to admire and love him.[/color]

[color=dimgray]Unliving: [/color][color=cccccc]If Raydon has activated this ability, upon death his cadavre lives on to walk the land in violence and bloodshed, it's only goal to complete one wish he had upon death. This creature is mindless, but cannot be truly destroyed. If Raydon dies using his ultimate ability, the nature of this effect makes all those who die the same way Bonebound as well. Dice will be used to determine whether they want to fulfill their own wish, Raydon's, peaceful or sentient.[/color][/indent]

[color=crimson]Godkiller[/color][hr] [color=cccccc][i]Some things are beyond unnatural, they are abominations never meant for this world.[/i][/color]
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[color=dimgray]Souldrain:[/color] [color=cccccc] Raydon grabs another immortal and absorbs their willpower for a minimum of 1 point. Bonus willpower is drained for longer durations or if the person has been bound by chains.[/color]

[color=dimgray]Soultear:[/color] [color=cccccc] Raydon unhinges his jaw, grabbing another immortal and permanently absorbing their willpower for a minimum of 1 point. This will affect their maximum willpower in their next life. Bonus willpower is drained for longer durations or in the presence of violence or bloodshed. That soul is then splintered, with a part of their soul living on in Raydon's mind and speaking to him. In their next future life or until this effect is resolved, that character will either be strongly attracted to in some way or terrified of Raydon, as they sense a part of themselves in him, but also the horrifying thing he did to their soul.[/color]

[color=dimgray]The Dark Storm:[/color] [color=cccccc]Raydon unleashes a force of pure evil upon the area. All inside are driven to their most malicious and dark instincts while in the area, any and all sin. The area is then cursed for many generations after. Any mortal unable to relinquish their control to the evil is inflicted by a slow and painful death. For gods, their willpower begins to tick down by one over time for as long as they stay in the effect. [/color][/indent]

[ ⍚ ] [b][color=crimson][b]I[/b][/color][sub][color=dimgray] N V E N T O R Y[/color][/sub][/b][hr][i][color=cccccc]Travelling clothes: somewhat protective in battle.
four knives hidden in various places on his person
A poison dart ring, must be refilled on impact.
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[ ⍚ ] [b][color=crimson][b]O[/b][/color][sub][color=dimgray] T H E R[/color][/sub][/b][hr][i][color=crimson]Raydon's colour[/color]
[color=cccccc]Raydon hails from Karill.[/color][/i]

[ ⍚ ] [b][color=crimson][b]R[/b][/color][sub][color=dimgray] E L A T I O N S H I P S[/color][/sub][/b][hr][center][b][color=cccccc]Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: Yes[/color][/b]
[color=cccccc][i]This section will be replaced with a Relation Sheet.[/i][/color][/center][/hider]

[hider=Raydon Relation Sheet][hr][b][color=Crimson]O[/color][sub][color=dimgray] V E R V I E W :[/color][/sub][/b][hr][indent][color=#f48e8e][b]⍚ L[/b]ove:[/color]
[color=9999FF][b]⍚ C[/b]rush:[/color] [color=cccccc]Valerie, Narcissa[/color]
[color=#a7e5b1][b]⍚ F[/b]riend:[/color]
[color=#edaf82][b]⍚ E[/b]nemy:[/color] [color=cccccc]Bahji, Vadik[/color]
[color=#c8d396][b]⍚ A[/b]quaintance:[/color] [color=cccccc]Alexis Hunter[/color][/indent]

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[color=D17B0F]Rimguage:[/color][color=cccccc][/color]
[color=9999FF]Kenzie:[/color]
[color=F72E4C]Numas Inora:[/color]
[color=slategray]Eilidh Ua Briain:[/color]
[color=e93b1c]Floran Cestanz:[/color]
[color=9999FF]Xena:[/color]
[color=darkslateblue]Stalana:[/color]
[color=black] Khyrian Faurus:[/color]
[color=mediumvioletred]Ophelia:[/color]
[color=df6ca3]Fyldren:[/color]
[color=3CB371]Feir:[/color]
[color=611B90]Kenzie Moraitis:[/color]
[color=#32645b]Persephone:[/color]
[color=#fea995]Éclair:[/color]
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[color=d264de][b]N[/b][/COLOR][color=yellow][sub][b] A R C I S S A[/b][/sub][/color][hr][center][color=Crimson]"[b]The Princess. I am aware of her existance.[/b]."[/color]
[color=d264de][b]Crush[/b][/color]
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[indent]Raydon was overwhelmed the evening his master took him to the Chieftain's home. Such glamour, such excess, though it did not show on his face, Raydon covetted every last silver platter and silken drape. Perhaps that would of been enough for him, if that night, she hadn't seen [i]her[/i].

The princess was lounging in one of her many personal rooms, her servants fanning her and feeding her grapes. Such decedance and beauty, she commanded the room's attention - but it was more then that. In her words she saw a flash of something... unbefitting of a princess. Manipulation, deception, ambition. In that instant, Raydon saw they were not so different.

And so he covetted her too. A princess on a throne is hardly a befitting match for a slave, and yet, Raydon cannot help how his blood boils at the idea of her marriage. [/indent]

[color=EE82EE][b]V[/b][/COLOR][color=D8BFD8][sub][b] A L E R I E[/b][/sub][/color][hr][center][color=Crimson]"[b]A fierce hunter[/b]."[/color]
[color=EE82EE][b]Crush[/b][/color][/center]

[indent]Valerie was a deft hunter, a fierce woman and a kind soul, all rolled into one. It was Valerie's kindness that caught Raydon off guard - she would smuggle him food and help roughly treat his wounds when he needed it at previous Clan Gatherings. At first he couldn't understand why she brought him bread and he would deny it - but she was institent, and not wanting to draw attention to the fact (he could do without the beating) he started to accept her gifts.

They talked - more accurately, she talked and he would listen, occasionally grunting or saying a word. Perhaps that would of been the end of it, if he hadn't seen her at work.

A Clan scout and yet a fierce fighter in her own right, she didn't let the Wolfrahg men dictate to her whether she was allowed to join them. From guarding his tent he would watch them spar, and she was good at what she did. A man who appreciated a good rough and tumble, Raydon found himself thinking on her at night.[/indent]

[color=yellow][b]A[/b][/COLOR][sub][b][color=gold] L E X I S[/color][/b][/sub]   [color=yellow][b]H[/b][/color][sub][b][color=gold] U N T E R[/color][/b][/sub][hr][center][color=Crimson]"[b]I remember this one[/b]."[/color]
[color=gold][b]Aquiantances: Protective[/b][/color]

[color=yellow]Raydon feels strangely protective of Alexis, and can't bear to see her come to harm.[/color][/center]
[indent]It is hard to say what triggered this strange protective instinct in Raydon. A ruthless killer by name and by trade, he happened by her one hot afternoon in Karill as she was hiding from the guards, covered in her blood and the blood of her enemies.

She had been in camp for a mark, and she'd found the wealth son of a bitch, but she'd been set up. She'd killed the man and several of his slaves that defended him, but the alarm was rung throughout the city, and the bells tolled to find her and have her executed. Grusomely. Or worse...

Raydon saw her, and stared blankly. He walked away. The guards asked him if he'd seen her, and he directed them away. That night he threw a stale piece of bread at her feet, and some reeds for her wounds. He went hungry that night. It was not something he would of done for someone, ever - that single piece of bread was the only food he would get that particular week. And yet he gave it to her, and left her be to tend her wounds, until she successfully escaped Karill. An odd feeling was left in his chest after that.[/indent]

[color=9999FF][b]B[/b][/COLOR][color=797a9e][sub][b] A H J I[/b][/sub][/color][hr][center][color=Crimson]"[b]He wastes his strength[/b]."[/color]
[color=797a9e][b]Enemies: Suspicious of[/b][/color][/center]

[indent]Raydon thinks this man must be a deceiver. He has great strength, and yet uses it to help others, not in battle. He lives a carefree life, hunting with his woodland creatures, food in his belly, clothes on his back and goods to trade. It sickens Raydon to think he is a slaver's boy of just great a skill and this man is prancing through the woodlands collecting game, living free on the open road.

Raydon is deeply jealous, but it is more then that. A man of his combat talents can surely not live so peacefully. Raydon is convinced the man will snap, or turn out to be a skilled assasin. He watches him warily, his eyes full of hate for this strange fellow he just can't pin down. [/indent]

[color=royalblue][b]V[/b][/COLOR][color=797a9e][sub][b] A D I K[/b][/sub][/color][hr][center][color=Crimson]"[b]We will settle our debt[/b]."[/color]
[color=797a9e][b]Enemies[/b][/color][/center]
[indent]Perhaps Vadik doesn't know it, but Raydon seethes with rage at this man. A number of years ago the two were called by their owners to fight (Raydon genuinely believes Vadik to be a slave) and it was a fierce battle, matched in both skill and wit and desire to win.

It raged on for some time, one getting the upper hand only for another to turn the tide of battle. But a calamity befell the camp and the match was cancelled before they had an oppurtunity to finish their fight.

Cancelled. The greatest battle he'd ever fought.

Raydon had never lost a match, and neither had any of his matches been cancelled midfight - though one should of been, but Raydon murdered his enemy before the sentance could be finished. His mind is obsessed with finishing what he started, unable to contain his bloodlust. 

For if he is not one of Karill's greatest fighters, what is he? A mere whipped dog. He must kill Vadik, on his honour. [/indent][/hider]