[Name] Adair Cai Orestes Cross
[Rank]
[Age] 22
[Weight] 185 lbs. (235 lbs. in full armor)
[Height] 5'9"
[Eye Color] Pale Silver
[Fighting Style(s)] The style depends on the weapon he is using.
[Race] Human
[Personality] Cross, as he prefers to call himself, is rather quiet and unassuming. He doesn't brag, he doesn't boast; he is the shining example of a calm and collected warrior. He comes off as a stand-offish person, but he is just blunt. He can be nice if he so chooses, and as long as you don't oppose his ideals or his goals. Then he is a fierce adversary.
[Appearance]:
This. This awesomeness.[Weapons]: Two gladius, Hand-and-a-half sword, Kris, Kopesh, Sputum.
[Powers]:
-Infernal Resonance: Anything of an evil nature cannot affect Adair. The origin is unknown, but one could draw any matter of conclusions. His righteous abilities, a natural affinity, the millenias of malicious intent born inside his soul...
-Borne Strength: Because of the monster inside of him, Adair is stronger, faster, and smarter than most people would ever hope to be. Top this with his lifetime of mental and physical honing and he is a terrifying force to be reckoned with.
[Transformations/Alter Egos/ Unleashes, Etc]:
- Nidhogg: There are five seals placed on Adair's body in the form of strange tattoos. They were placed there by his mentor, and he swore to protect them with his life, lest the beast inside finally be set free and his life forfeit. No one has seen it, and if Adair has his way no one ever will. But there are ways to destroy the seals, to let the beast out. But the power inside is a force to be feared. An ancient, forgotten evil that bides its time until it is ready. Pray to whatever god you seek repentance from that it never chooses to be ready when you meet Cross.
[Physical Description]: He is not often without his cloak or armor, but he has the rock hard body of a man devoted to physical prowess. Very few people have the body that Adair has naturally, and that's because not very many people lived a monkish life of isolation, where all that mattered was complete physical and mental control.
[Backstory]: Adair was a normal child, with a normal family, and a normal life. All of the things he had were normal, and wonderful. Until all the wonderful things in his life were destroyed in one night. At the age of eleven, his entire family was killed by a group of powerful demon worshipers. That night they were celebrating his birthday, and all of a sudden all the candles inside the house went out. They ordered him to hide underneath the house, so he crawled into the tiny little hiding place. Growing silent, he heard raised voices and soon the makings of a scuffle. Screams echoed in the house as it sounded like anything remotely breakable in the house was broken. After a few minutes, the fighting stopped, and someone removed the throw rug from above his hiding hole, letting tiny slits of light filter down. He saw some figures, but couldn't see anything besides their silhouettes.
He barely remembered to breathe, he was straining so hard to be silent. Somewhere deep inside his mind he knew that his parents were dead, but what these shadows were doing was beyond him. Until the sickening noises started. It sounded like a butcher's shop, somewhere above him. Knives cutting through flesh, the sound of cracking bone, the lifeless thuds as things hit the ground. He was on the verge of crying, but he refused. He wanted to live.
In the darkness of his hiding space he began to feel something dripping down on him. He reached up to touch it, and it was warm. It felt familiar but somehow foreign. He brought it up to his nose and smelt it, and shuddered. It was blood. His parent's blood. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, but he did not. And then the chanting started.
He was underneath the complicated design of a blood ritual. It took the better part of an hour, but soon something else stirred in the house. He could feel it in the air, sense it on his skin, as it chilled him to the core. Covered in blood, he heard something come into existence above him, and it felt as if he was being shaken and screamed at and frozen at the same time. Whatever was above talked in a strange tongue that he couldn't understand, but he felt like he was being talked to. Like the words were pointed at him. The only thing he remembered was a blinding hot pain, and his own scream before silence.
In the morning, it took him a while to remember what had happened and where he was. Once he got out of the hiding hole, he found his house covered in blood and gore. Leaving it, he found a crowd had gathered and were shocked at his appearance. He was taken into custody until they could prove he wasn't associated with the ritual. Convinced of his innocence, they released him into the city. He had no family, no friends. He was on the verge of dying on the streets when he was taken in by a lonely man, who taught him for several years. He learned then that, because of the blood on him, he became an unwilling participant of the ritual, and the demon had been bound inside of him. It lay dormant for now, the man said, but with time it would awaken, and would try to take control. He was taught the ways of the celestial, to strengthen him mind, body, and soul for the coming of the demon. He learned the ways of purity, and the ways to defeat the darkness. In a sense he had become the envoy of the heavens in his training, but he had a demon in his heart.
He was finally released from the care of his mentor one day, saying he would have to stake his claim in the world and find his purpose, and find some way to destroy the demon inside or be destroyed himself. This made him swear one thing, and one thing only: to destroy all evil he came across, and purify the world. For, because of this infernal power inside of him he no longer ages, his strength and spirit are amplified far beyond human means. He is always hesitant to use his powers, for the sake that the demon inside might stir. And the fight of his life would begin.
[Special/Unique Abilities or Knowledge]:
Like Adair would reveal such secrets. Surprise is the nectar of victory.
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