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RP Name: Daos Galeas
Nickname: Mordred | Sword of Treachery
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Birth Date: August 6
Race: Fishman ( Fighting Fish )
Ethnicity: Hawaiian | Fallen Hero
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: [ x ]
Allegiance: Mercenary
Goal: "To protect that which they cherished, where I could not protect them. For this, my flesh remains."
Origin: East Blue
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Stats:
- Strength: 20
Prowess: 30
Defense: 40
Speed: 00
Stamina: 00
Vitality: 00
- Perk/Traits:
- Perk: Master
Trait: Primary Weapon - Sword | Doctor | Fishman Karate
Personality: Conniving and cunning, this master of deception has used his many faces and falsified alter egos to worm his way into his position of power. He is not beneath using those around him to meet his ends, even going so far as to deceive even children if he deems it necessary. Yet, despite this, everything he does is said to have an ultimate ending. An end result that will make all of his atrocities worth every cruel action he's ever made forgivable. Beneath it all, however, is an ambitious man who has known the very bottoms of the world, and fights to never return to that place.
Beyond this, he is a scholar who thrives on knowledge and the old. It's in his nature to dissect and study things down to their very core, leaving him with a rather gruesome past. This leaves him in the wake of ruins and other places of old, taking the time and effort to learn of their time and downfall. A main focus being the Ponyglyphs. It is said he hysterically searches for knowledge, thirsting for anything he can in order to accomplish two things; Surpass the gods, and save the life of someone most dear to him.
He also spends quite a bit of time talking to what appears to be himself, going over research points and points of interesting news. Be it through reading books, ranting aloud about his studies, or announcing his excitement to planned experiments, he is generally kept busy.
Biography: Once upon a time, in a land war torn and bloody, existed a village. A village at the far reaches of this land, away and free of the violence. Prophesied to one day birth the hero that would free the era of conflict and blood. In the skull of a creature too primordial to comprehend rested a soul blade. A sword, said to be the future champion’s boon. A holy weapon of divine properties, bathed in the virgin tears of fairy and maiden alike. One particular day, in the midsts of a horrible storm, a baby was born. A strong baby. Its wails were loud and restless, but with its arrival, the storm subsided as if to make clear skies for the newborn. In time, it became clear that this youth would do great things for the world. He was gentle, kind, fiercely loyal to his friends, and unsurprisingly strong for his age. When he came of age, he was tasked with one mission alone. Unsheathe the sword from the demon’s skull. Should you do this, your right as hero would be branded, said the village elder.
And so, the boy journeyed. Deep through the dark horrible forests surrounding the village, through the tough mountain ranged, and down the graveyard of demons where the original hero’s life was lost finishing off the monster king. There, he found it, embedded in the skull. A beautiful weapon, with a blade so pure, one could see through it. Even amidst the darkness of the chasm, it shined brilliantly, paying no head to the foul aura surrounding. The boy climbed the bones, standing before the weapon in determination. Both hands firmly gripped the hilt, and with one pull, the weapon was dislodged. And with it, a powerful beacon shot into the air, signaling the completion, and rise of a new hero. Upon his return, he was lavished with love and respect. Tears, and joy. His parents most of all, could find no words to express their undying love for the boy whom they raised so dearly. But not long after, would his time to truly prove his worth come.
Without delay, he was tasked with saving the country. Journeying the lands to unify the warring nations, and bring them together in harmony. After many trials and sacrifices, allies and enemies, he completed this task, bringing the world under one single banner. One he, against his wishes, was made the king. With his family as a brace, and his party members as his court, he rose to become a powerful and just lord. One respected and adored by the whole country. In time, he wed his love. One of the first party members he met. She was there for him through thick and thin, physically and emotionally. It made sense for them to wind up together, and even more so that they would soon be with child. The princess of the new country. This news sparked festivities all over, marking the beginning of a new legend. Their fame spread far and wide, even outside the walls of their country. A mistake that would cost them dearly.
Many heard of him, the Crownless Sword God. The man who brought the two tyrant kings low, and set their heads ablaze before all, marking the end of a war-torn era. This new brought many guests from various lands and places. Bringing with them stories and gifts, hoping to win the king’s favor. With hospitality and greetings he accepted them, bringing them into his fold carefully. But one day, he was met with a horrible man. A terrible magician from a land fallen to desparity and ruination. A land whose hero failed. He begged the king thus, “Let us have your daughter to raise. So that she can save us from that madness!” But naturally, the king refused. Firmly at that. The mage was kicked out for his cruel joke of a request, and forced to leave the kingdom and back to his home. This marked the beginning. Having been embarrassed and rejected so coldly, the mage designed to return the favor in full. Forcing the king’s land to suffer the same end as his own.
With a terrible curse, he infected the very land and waters with a nightmarish concoction. Those that partook in their grace would fall to a horrible plague, and changed to look like a beast. Monsters, the same as those the King and his allies slew countless times in their journey. The curse was powerful, and ran deep. It took nearly everyone, and those that had somehow evaded its embraced, were left to be killed by their loved ones. The land grew cold, and impossible to produce any further life or food. And soon, snow took the entire country. A horrible blizzard of savage proportions, laying waste to all that once stood mighty. The king was forced to take action, to save the lives of those that remained. He killed his people. His old allies, his parents, his knights, his people… One by one, his sword drew across their flesh as he spoke their names. Apologizing from the depths of his soul. Had he continued, he would have gone to clean the entire country, but by the recollection of his wife’s words, he was stopped.
After returning to the castle, the most grim revelation of all took place. His wife lay defiled and maimed before his throne, bloody and lifeless. And his daughter, headless, fallen to her knees. Before him stood the mage, with a cruel inhuman grin plastered upon his face. In a blind wrath, far beyond the comprehension of man, the king claimed the mage’s life. Rendering his soul obsolete from the cycle of life and death. Ruptured, and never to reincarnate. Cast to damnation in an endless void of suffering. Yet, nothing comparable to the king’s pain. Fallen to his knees, matching that of his daughter, he holds their lifeless bodies silently. Silently… The snow drifted in, setting itself upon the halls of the castle. All around, there was nothing but silence. Silence, and cold. With the last of his will, he desired one last thing. To save the souls of those that passed on, and return the remains of his people back to normal. He would have his revenge upon those that paraded this campaign, and renounce his place as king.
With the wisdom of a traveling female monk, he was guided with unique knowledge of the outside world. If he could but persist through time, a means to fix everything would arise. For in the outside world, already are steps being made. He need only time. And so, with every waking moment of his time, he studied and learned. Experimented, and researched. Using the unique abilities granted to him from his time as a hero, he could do it. In fact, he likely is the only one who could. But, he finally reached the end game. The extent of his scientific possibilities. So, the king decided. He would freeze the time of his kingdom, and prevent its influence from reaching the outside world. He would remain this way for time unknowns, and when he returns, he will travel the world. Use the new states of science, and fix things with his own hands. But he would only return, when that kingdom is at its brightest point. So that he can bring it low, and drag it into ruins as penance for what it had done to his.
His only mistake, was not more firmly judging the female monk from before. And what she had done to him should such a situation occur. His fate would be tied to that of another ally’s bloodline. The woman whom he had relations just before his wife. Her children, and those thereafter would one day be forced to bear his grudge, and be sacrifice for his return. But only, if that blood remains.
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"Reincarnating [ x ]."
