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PaulHaynekName: Körbl Meier
Known Aliases: Mr. Körbl
Appearance: A man blonde hair man in his early twenties. Standing at 181 cm with a wiry but incredibly toned body. Wearing an old duster that had been with him but usually dressed in a simple grey long-sleeved t-shirt, blue long pants and sandals. Also often sporting biting on a toothpick.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race:Demi-god, multiple generations down the line (Ares)
Alignment:Neutral
Mentor: Stephan Meier, Former Grandmaster of the Meier Sword Style.
Skills, Talents and Learning:
Swordsmanship (Master, Newly Minted): Körbl was the youngest student to reach the master rank of a swordsman. Letting him be capable of wielding the small humble messer, to the two handed ones. Epees, falchion, rapier, zweihanders.
Demi-god constitution: Körbl body is much tougher, faster and stronger than a normal human's and is capable of due to his heritage. Still in his youth, it'll take a while for him to fully mature and gain the strength that befits a demi-god of the Olympians.
Weaknesses:
One trick pony: Believing and dedicating himself to the sword, Körbl can understand and learn every aspect related to the sword. It's a way of life for him. Outside of that, not much and to its detriments, he also forsake other weapons in the process.
Pride: Reaching the rank master of a young age of 20, has done plenty of pride for him. The subsequent fall from grace did little to blunt it and only enhances other parts. Believing in the pride of a sword even more with nothing left to him.
Seeing red: While a patient man, it doesn't mean it's finite and once it's does boiled over, consequences are grave.
Personality: A man of few words, Körbl often keeps to himself. Before the incident that lead him into the path of self-imposed exile, however, he was an easy going person. This especially can still be seen after a few drinks that can open him up. He's also very focused on his dedication to his craft of swordsmanship and is often traning outside of work.
Likes: Swords, reading, pottery and wood carving
Dislikes: Cowards, people who harms children, and smoking.
Background: Körbl Meier was born and raised in Germany, Dinkelsbühl, into a small family with him being the only son. An odd, perhaps fate or coincidence, the Meier family line was blessed with a wisp of power from gods, one that came from the Olympian line of the Infamous God Of War, Ares.
As one of the many offsprings sired by Ares, the Meier family origin benefited from this as their physical prowess was greatly improved and capabilities to recuperate from their wounds much faster. Nothing as fantastical as other villains or heroes that could outright regenerate a limb or were essentially immortal, the Meier in comparison was still able to recover much faster compared to normal humans and was considered a family famed for their strength.
This was what allowed his father to be a teacher of historical sword fighting techniques that managed to stay true to its roots for practical combat, and had seen some limited uses amongst the army for a way to suppress and restrain others. Körbl studied it from young by his watchful and earnest father, he took to it like fish to water. Even at a young age, his father paid close attention to Körbl so that one day, the latter can succeed him properly.
And Körbl thrived, he enjoyed every moment of learning the art of the sword, fighting and even war.
However niggling thought came to him as the years went by.
What was the point of the art dedicated to war without war?
This question gnawed at Körbl slowly but he pushed it to the back of his head. Yet, over the years, that question ate him inside out until it all came to a head where during a celebration after being crowned a Master of the Meier Sword style.
A few gangster had interrupted the celebrations and started causing a scene. Moving to try to diffuse it, Körbl had to calm things down between the gangsters with the owner, a man that had practically watched him grew up. To leave the premise peacefully.
Relatively, it should've been a minor incident but something urged the gangster to escalate. One in particular moved from words to guns as they pulled out a gun towards him first, squeezed the trigger before boasting they'll do the same to the store owner.
At that moment, after imbibing multiple highly alcoholic drinks, in the high of his career, dealing with a hopeless gang that seemed intent on starting problem before facing an actual life and death scenario, the world slowed to a crawl from his perspective.
Körbl felt something snap at that moment, as a voice echoed and resound within him. Shrieking and roaring hard enough that his vision went red and blurry that his body acted before his mind processed what had happened.
Long training honed into him since a boy, Körbl snapped a nearby steak knife and sliced the gangster in half. Neatly avoiding the rib bones, cutting only the spine and lungs in one fell swoop. The gangster in question was ,still clutching the gun and firing it off, didn't even realized that he was dead until the top half fell onto the ground uneceremoniously.
It took barely any effort for Körbl to end his life as the sweet overwhelming sensation of victory, triumph, and enjoyment was...liberating. Like he was born to do this.
Yet the moment it passed, he was confronted to horrific scene of a man half they used to be, the other gang members running away in terror, followed by patrons of the store. But what made it worse was the looks given by the owner and soul-crushingly, his father who had moved to intercept the gangster but was far too slow.
A deep sense of regret and shame filled him. He had unintentionally slain someone in cold blood, bad person or not, and felt that he had let himself, the art of sword and most of all, his own father down.
Panicking and feeling completely disgraced, Körbl fled the scene, with nothing but the clothes on his back and a sword. Which was strange since he don't remember ever carrying or attaching it to himself.
Nevertheless, he hitched a ride, first out of Germany, and then outside of Europe. Far away from his homeland. He didn't even felt clean that he was still in the same continent after his father, no doubt, saw him as a monster.
By the time he had come to terms with what he had done, he had snuck onboard illegally on a flight bound for America.
Homeless, a murderer and illegal immigrant. Körbl was resigned to his fate but the last thing he can do is to at least dedicate himself to Art of Sword so he'll never lose control like that ever again.
So with that in mind, he arrived into one particular city as a muscle for hire when the plane stopped. His plan was to aim for whatever odd jobs, bouncer or even less than legal activities. Though he stops at gang member activities due to his dislike of them.
Known Aliases: Mr. Körbl
Appearance: A man blonde hair man in his early twenties. Standing at 181 cm with a wiry but incredibly toned body. Wearing an old duster that had been with him but usually dressed in a simple grey long-sleeved t-shirt, blue long pants and sandals. Also often sporting biting on a toothpick.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race:Demi-god, multiple generations down the line (Ares)
Alignment:Neutral
Mentor: Stephan Meier, Former Grandmaster of the Meier Sword Style.
Skills, Talents and Learning:
Swordsmanship (Master, Newly Minted): Körbl was the youngest student to reach the master rank of a swordsman. Letting him be capable of wielding the small humble messer, to the two handed ones. Epees, falchion, rapier, zweihanders.
Demi-god constitution: Körbl body is much tougher, faster and stronger than a normal human's and is capable of due to his heritage. Still in his youth, it'll take a while for him to fully mature and gain the strength that befits a demi-god of the Olympians.
Weaknesses:
One trick pony: Believing and dedicating himself to the sword, Körbl can understand and learn every aspect related to the sword. It's a way of life for him. Outside of that, not much and to its detriments, he also forsake other weapons in the process.
Pride: Reaching the rank master of a young age of 20, has done plenty of pride for him. The subsequent fall from grace did little to blunt it and only enhances other parts. Believing in the pride of a sword even more with nothing left to him.
Seeing red: While a patient man, it doesn't mean it's finite and once it's does boiled over, consequences are grave.
Being a progeny of Ares means carrying parts of his strength but at the same time, the Divine can also influence Korbl both subtly and directly. And there are a lot Grudges that Ares carries or simply finding means to amuse himself.
Personality: A man of few words, Körbl often keeps to himself. Before the incident that lead him into the path of self-imposed exile, however, he was an easy going person. This especially can still be seen after a few drinks that can open him up. He's also very focused on his dedication to his craft of swordsmanship and is often traning outside of work.
Likes: Swords, reading, pottery and wood carving
Dislikes: Cowards, people who harms children, and smoking.
Background: Körbl Meier was born and raised in Germany, Dinkelsbühl, into a small family with him being the only son. An odd, perhaps fate or coincidence, the Meier family line was blessed with a wisp of power from gods, one that came from the Olympian line of the Infamous God Of War, Ares.
As one of the many offsprings sired by Ares, the Meier family origin benefited from this as their physical prowess was greatly improved and capabilities to recuperate from their wounds much faster. Nothing as fantastical as other villains or heroes that could outright regenerate a limb or were essentially immortal, the Meier in comparison was still able to recover much faster compared to normal humans and was considered a family famed for their strength.
This was what allowed his father to be a teacher of historical sword fighting techniques that managed to stay true to its roots for practical combat, and had seen some limited uses amongst the army for a way to suppress and restrain others. Körbl studied it from young by his watchful and earnest father, he took to it like fish to water. Even at a young age, his father paid close attention to Körbl so that one day, the latter can succeed him properly.
And Körbl thrived, he enjoyed every moment of learning the art of the sword, fighting and even war.
However niggling thought came to him as the years went by.
What was the point of the art dedicated to war without war?
This question gnawed at Körbl slowly but he pushed it to the back of his head. Yet, over the years, that question ate him inside out until it all came to a head where during a celebration after being crowned a Master of the Meier Sword style.
A few gangster had interrupted the celebrations and started causing a scene. Moving to try to diffuse it, Körbl had to calm things down between the gangsters with the owner, a man that had practically watched him grew up. To leave the premise peacefully.
Relatively, it should've been a minor incident but something urged the gangster to escalate. One in particular moved from words to guns as they pulled out a gun towards him first, squeezed the trigger before boasting they'll do the same to the store owner.
At that moment, after imbibing multiple highly alcoholic drinks, in the high of his career, dealing with a hopeless gang that seemed intent on starting problem before facing an actual life and death scenario, the world slowed to a crawl from his perspective.
Körbl felt something snap at that moment, as a voice echoed and resound within him. Shrieking and roaring hard enough that his vision went red and blurry that his body acted before his mind processed what had happened.
Long training honed into him since a boy, Körbl snapped a nearby steak knife and sliced the gangster in half. Neatly avoiding the rib bones, cutting only the spine and lungs in one fell swoop. The gangster in question was ,still clutching the gun and firing it off, didn't even realized that he was dead until the top half fell onto the ground uneceremoniously.
It took barely any effort for Körbl to end his life as the sweet overwhelming sensation of victory, triumph, and enjoyment was...liberating. Like he was born to do this.
Yet the moment it passed, he was confronted to horrific scene of a man half they used to be, the other gang members running away in terror, followed by patrons of the store. But what made it worse was the looks given by the owner and soul-crushingly, his father who had moved to intercept the gangster but was far too slow.
A deep sense of regret and shame filled him. He had unintentionally slain someone in cold blood, bad person or not, and felt that he had let himself, the art of sword and most of all, his own father down.
Panicking and feeling completely disgraced, Körbl fled the scene, with nothing but the clothes on his back and a sword. Which was strange since he don't remember ever carrying or attaching it to himself.
Nevertheless, he hitched a ride, first out of Germany, and then outside of Europe. Far away from his homeland. He didn't even felt clean that he was still in the same continent after his father, no doubt, saw him as a monster.
By the time he had come to terms with what he had done, he had snuck onboard illegally on a flight bound for America.
Homeless, a murderer and illegal immigrant. Körbl was resigned to his fate but the last thing he can do is to at least dedicate himself to Art of Sword so he'll never lose control like that ever again.
So with that in mind, he arrived into one particular city as a muscle for hire when the plane stopped. His plan was to aim for whatever odd jobs, bouncer or even less than legal activities. Though he stops at gang member activities due to his dislike of them.