Gaia Name:
Hoch_Anrufer
Name:
Schelm Verräter
Alias:
N/A
Race:
Asura
Age:
10,493
Appearing Age:
34
Height:
6ft, 1in
Weight:
205 pounds.
Eye-Color:
Pure white, luminescent and empty.
Hair Color:
Silver/Grey
Complexion:
Greyish Tan
Gender:
Male
Class:
Rogue Asura
Alignment:
Chaotic Evil
Patron Deity:
N/A
Appearance:
Schelm has the typical build of an Asura, tall, incredibly well-fit, and an imposing air. His naturally gray skin has been darkened by newfound time in the sun. His face is uncovered, unlike others of his kind. His skin is free from scars and blemishes of any kind, despite his harsh lifestyle. He wears a black hood, not for any reason beside the sheer enjoyment of it, and to assist in anonymity. When the hood is down, however, one can see his hair beginning to grow out slowly, after years of being bald, he is letting his hair grow, as a further sign of his rebellion from his society.
He is clad in full leather armor, a make he stole during his escape from Spitzeberg, the 'purified' skin of a demon, meaning that it is no longer susceptible to holy effects, but neither does it give any natural boosts, but only the natural toughness of the demon. He wields two gauntlet-mounted katars on his hands, as a display of his martial prowess, but differential from normal spiked gauntlets of his kind. He also has a small dagger in his boot, and one at his waist.
Personality:
Schelm is, to put it the least, a natural born killer. His kind is born to kill, raised to assassinate, and trained to slaughter. The only thing that separates him from his peers, however, is the fact he enjoys his job too much. Normally, an Asura will go all their immortal life content with just killing Demons and Vampires, only others in self-defense. Schelm, on the other hand, kills without prejudice.
He is calculating as well, endless strategies and plans are constantly working within his mind. For what, he doesn't even always know himself, but they come in use when they are needed, and are but annoyances when they are not. For example, when he enters a room, he notes all possible escapes, good cover, etc. Also, as he observes towns, he sees how to enter, which houses might produce the best 'loot', and where it may be hidden. Much of this stems from his training from the Asura, but a great deal of it is natural.
Biography:
Born in the Asuran mountain city of Spitzeberg, Schelm was thrown into the harsh training of his kind almost immediately after he was born. He was taught to sneak, taught to steal, taught to survive. He was starved, deprived of food and forced to 'obtain' food by other means in order to survive. If he was caught, he was beaten harshly and made to do extensive workouts, not because he was stealing, but because he was caught.
Life as this continued on, until he was never caught, and excelled. Right when things looked easy, he was placed into another level of training, martial arts. He thought he knew pain, he thought he knew suffering, but he was wrong. What he had gone through, was only a prequel. Painstaking training exercises, frequent spars with his superiors ground him into the dirt, literally. As he watched some of the others die, he realized, that if he was to avoid a similar death, he had to enjoy it, to relish the thought of the fight, the strive to become better, rather than to get it over with. Once that was over with, he began to excel, surpassing his peers in a torrent, and gaining favor with his teachers, which allowed him more time to rest, more time to heal, which only allowed him to become better.
After Martial Arts, came weapon training, which was even more lethal than before. More trainees died, but he survived, keeping his resolution alive, and consequently, himself as well.
Finally, after seven thousand years, such training was over with. He was allowed to go to the field, hands-on training. He was taken to make his first kill, which he completed with great success and ease. As a result, he was exhilarated. Before, it was only the fight, never to the death. But this, the satisfying sound of their dying screams, the pleasure of watching their corpses shrivel into ash, it was intoxicating, and Schelm was eternally addicted.
He graduated from training at eight thousand, and was given the rank of Slayer. He was free, at last. Free to do nigh anything he wanted. Free to hunt, free to kill, so long as the fatalities were unholy. For a time, he was content, not knowing the ability to kill anything else.
After another thousand years of this, a human resisted one of his attempted slayings, and in self-defense, the human lost his life. Before, Schelm had known the difference between humans and vampires, but not in their deaths. The blood pouring out, their incessant will to live, the gurgling, the life being drained from their bodies, brought forth a feeling better than ever. He began killing humans in secret, in addition to his charges by the Elders. This continued for a time, unknown by his race.
That was, until, an Asura by the name of Shinnlos Korper discovered it, and hurried to tell the Elders, but was caught to in the middle of Spitzeberg, and killed by Schelm. This time, there was no escaping it. The Council of Elders sentenced Schelm to death, but he defied them and used his equipment as a distraction for his escape, which almost succeeded, with him even stealing a suit of armor reserved for the most celebrated of hunters, namely Dämon Jäger, but was confronted by Dullahan, the Chief Elder of the Asura, and the most powerful of them all.
"Is this truly what you want for yourself? To be an outcast,? Forever hunted by your own kind, for this? You can still come back." Dullahan had said, truly concerned for Schelm's well being.
But Schelm would not be shaken. "The Asura are held back! We only kill things 'unholy', and stay in our mountain home. We could have the world! We don't have to stay in hiding...nothing can oppose us! Nothing!"
"...If you do not understand such a matter, there is nothing I can do." Dullahan conceded, sighing. Schelm however took this as an opening to attack, and did so. However, the Elder wasn't open in the least, and easily repelled the young warrior, grievously wounding him and casting him from the mountain. It took many days to heal, and finally, he left, no longer a Slayer, but a Rogue, for the rest of his life. He doesn't care however, to him, it is freedom. Freedom at long last.
EQUIPMENT
Gauntlet Mounted Katars:
The reinforced steel blades are two feet long and locked firmly onto Schelm's arms, augmenting his lethality at close range, capable of deflecting sword strikes and more.
RACIAL TRAITS
Eyes of the Asura:
Schelm, as an Asura, has eyes that are pure white and luminescent, glowing incessantly. They can see the same in night or day, as well as peering through magical darkness. They are generally unaffected by bright light, but excessive brightness can still hurt them.
Regeneration and Acidic Blood:
Schelm has highly increased regeneration and healing, far above the rates of humans. Minor cuts and bruises are nothing to his system, and excessive wounds may take an hour or less. But if the wounds are too great, it requires much sleep and rest for the wounds to disappear completely.
Also, the Asura have highly Acidic blood, ineffective to them, as it is their blood, but capable of melting through metal and other flesh. With that coupled to his healing factor, he is a hard foe to kill.
Smoke Warp:
Schelm can replace his body with a small pillar of smoke, and materialize somewhere else, but he is relatively inexperienced with the move and the distance is not great. In addition, he labels it as a coward's tactic, and thus rarely uses it, if at all. One reason is that others of his kind implement it frequently, and thus as more of a sign of rebellion, he dissuades its use.
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Its good that you explain how they can repair themselves since perviously it states that he doesn't have any scars on his body. That would be a very hard thing to avoid in his line of work if he didn't have the power to regenerate.
He has a rather tough background. Training for seven thousand years? Man, you would think he would get frustrated or bored. It took him a rather long time to get to the place he is at now, atleast he deserves it after working so hard.