Name: Mithril Blackblood
Age: unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Magic:Powerful Goa incantations
Divine Protection:None
Personality: Mithril is a broken man dwelling more in the sentient mind of the sword strapped to his back and shrouded in black cloth, than a true human anymore. He revels in bloodshed and dances in the misery of his victims before sacrificing them to whatever dark whim he has. The extent of his madness is known only to the victims before they suffer their fate, which is not always a meager killing, sometimes they speak of simple torture or making them torture another victim.
Yet never for ransom or gain, never for greed or revenge, it is madness. Pure and sweet chaos that flutters in the wind like feathers across the imperial city. Mercenaries refuse to take the job to find him anymore and even the lawmakers have learned to leave it alone. Because madness cannot be stopped and it cannot be reasoned with, because it has no solid form to slay.
Mithril is the puppet in a play as old as time.
Background: The rumblings of the mountains are the beating heart of our world, the rivers its blood, the grass its flesh, and the light illuminates all for us to appreciate. But the darkness lurking in every nook and cranny of of this place is a mask to hide the reality of what lurks below the smiles and the sad hatred bubbling from the core of every creature capable of thought. Even those without it.
Chaos is the intangible and unspeakable reality of the universe. It seeks out nothing, wants for everything, and destroys or creates on whim. That is why the Golden sword was buried as deep in the vaults as they could and then dug a little further for safe measure.
Order demanded that something so beautifully 'evil' be locked in the darkness that festered it in the first place.
But the universes cold reality is that Chaos will never disappear and can never be forgotten.
The Golden sword is merely a shell for something history has tried to erase over and over to no avail, every time it surfaces in a new form and leaves its signature on the land before returning to some dusty forgotten nothingness for a rest. Mithril Darkblood is just another thing wielding the hatred now. His own feelings of powerlessness against this ancient force merely pushes his body to the peak of insanity as it bathes in the crimson essence of the lights children. Even the evils of our time have felt their blood flow to this hatred.
This is the reality of my existence! THE REASON FOR MY BEING! THE PUPPET FEEDS ME ITS HATRED AND I FEED THE WORLD ITS OUTRAGE!!
There is no right. No wrong. No reason, beyond calamity. I am the natural opposite of this reality. You are nothing and will return to nothing.
I am chaos incarnate.
Likes: Bloodshed, torture, calm walks by the water, the thrill of battle, screams of anguish, chocolate cake, vanilla ice cream, suffering, happiness.
Dislikes: Bloodshed, torture, calm walks by the water, the thrill of battle, screams of anguish, chocolate cake, vanilla ice cream, suffering, happiness.
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