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Villager
Name:
Shroud
Nickname/Alias: The Lightning Rogue, The Demon of Embers
Age:18
Gender:Male
Height:5'11
Weight:175lbs
Hair: White
Eyes:Blue
Skin: Tanned White
Identifying Marks: Glowing blue eyes, Markings of a Crescent Moon on his left eye
Appearance: He wears a black robe, with sapphire shoulder plates, gold gauntlets with a white strap across the chest
Strengths- Power to summon Lightning, Good Instincts, Decent at using swords.
Weakness- Unusual Appearance, Rarely communicates, cannot fully control lightning ability, Drinks excessively (when possible), tends to spark nearby surroundings occasionally, Cannot remove Robe, Trust Issues
The Life Before: Shroud belonged to the Arashi (Storm) Clan in the
Grasslands. His father had passed away in the civil war between the Amaya (Night
Rain) and the Ikazuchi (Thunder) three years ago that also claimed his two older brothers.
His mother and uncle were all that was left. His Uncle proceeded with teaching him the
ways of the sword and dagger, techniques that were
passed down from generation to generation.
After a few years of peace, the elder of the Arashi Clan had been murdered and the Raijin
Scroll, the clan's prized treasure where in the scriptures read that the Gods had imbued
a thousand bolts of lightning within the scroll and had given it as a gift to the First Elder.
What was found in the elder's back, was a dagger with a mark that
belonged to his family, the crescent moon. When Shroud had turned 16, he
had accepted his family's insignia, the crescent moon, which his father had explained to him
when he was little, "Shroud, when you become a man, you will bare our honor, the
symbol of the crescent moon, the moon is full as it is today,
yet it fades and reappears. The crescent moon is when both sides,
dark and light, are equal, which holds our destiny, a storm is the
same, it darkens the skies, yet light strikes the land. We watch over our clan and keep it in
harmony.'' The new elder had his family was imprisoned in the Dungeons of Lost Souls,
where thieves, heretics,bandits, and murders are sentenced.
The Dungeons of Lost souls was where people were left in cold cells
to be broken, with solid walls that blocked sound and echo'd your own voice, no food for days
at a time. Completely isolated, Shroud had begun to break down after months, when his cell
door had been blown open and embedded itself in the opposite wall. Standing there was his
Uncle with blood stained hands, something tucked in around his waist. "Time to go," his uncle
had said with a sound of urgency. Shroud walked with a slow pace, he stared at a cell
that had its doors charred off at the sides, he looked inside
he found saw his mother's bracelet with three charms attached, in memory of his father and
brothers, with a surge of energy, he ran into the cell and grabbed the bracelet quickly and at
the same pace he had before stayed behind his uncle. They had seen the light at the end of
the corridor, "Finally... freedom," his uncle had said. His Uncle tackled the entrance and as
both of them saw the flash of the bright summer light and the heat of the sun baring down
them, but the moment vanished just as quickly as they when they got passed the door.
Clansmen had appeared armed with swords, spears, and daggers and wore raggedy cloth
which protected them from the rays of the sun and the heat of the wasteland. The elder of
the clan held a broadsword pointing it towards Shroud's Uncle saying, "You have the Scroll of
the Ancestors, you will return it to me... immediately..." He waved his hand, which called
three of the clansmen to close in weapons ready. Shroud's Uncle then extended his
hand and to Shroud's astonishment, lightning sparked from his hands, and struck the three
clansmen to an extent where their bodies turned to ashes. "I have learned the contents of the
scroll...I have planned this way too long, to let it all end now!" His uncle yelled. In retaliation,
the elder spoke, "At what cost...." Shroud began staring at his Uncle. "The price for the Gods'
power is the sacrificing someone you hold dear...." said the elder. Shadow's Uncle then
stared into the eyes of his nephew and then to the elder. At that moment, a clansmen acted
quickly and struck him in the shoulder with a spear, causing his grip on the scroll to go flying
towards Shroud. As his Uncle howled in agony, Shroud picked up the scroll, images of his past
passed through his mind, the gravestones of his father and brother, and the bracelet that
belonged to his mother. In blind rage, Shroud picked up a dagger from the ashes of a
clansmen and lunged the dagger into his uncle, then at that moment, his rage vanished and
was replaced with grief, his uncle, the one who was so kind to him as a child, taught him the
ways of the blade, and took care of him and his mother, when his father and brothers no
longer were within this world. He dropped the dagger and the scroll had begun to glow and
Shroud felt the energy and ancient magic pulse through his body, the skies darkened. As
clansmen rushed towards him, they were instantly pushed back by a force of lightning which
radiated and faded in a spherical form around his body. His raggedy clothing slowly were
fused with the sparks and changed into a Black Robe with gold and sapphire jewels. His eyes
began to glow with the fury of the storm above him, which was raining down
harshly and thunder resonating across the Grassland. Shroud raised his arms into the air and
and lightning crashed down onto the land, burning the tall grass, striking down at the men he
saw before him. When he opened his eyes again Shroud was on the ground, rising up to his
feet, aching every part of his body. He slowly walked back to the village he belonged to, his
home. When he reached the entrance, he fell to his knees. The village, the beginning of his
heritage, his home, was in ruins,with craters in the ground, and silhouettes across the ground
and standing walls. Shroud had risen from his crouched position, he knew he couldn't stay
here. He trekked over the Grasslands, passed the vast plains, over the hazardous mountains, he
continued to read the scroll, but more than half of it was burnt in his hands when he had first
acquired his new ability. The robes and armor keeps his powers under control, yet often it
sets his surroundings ablaze.
advanced"villages" he had considered a blessing from the god, giant stone huts and
magnificently humongous towers, that touched the heavens. He once entered through
the iron gates into one of these villages, where he was surrounded by soldiers of iron
holding spears, swords, and round shields. Shroud places his hands on the ground, as a
sign of peace and bowed, but the scroll glowed and he was then in the protection of the
storm, electricity pulsing through his veins, spread onto the ground in a force that
surrounded him. The iron soldiers stood their ground, unfazed by the disturbance.
A man wearing a golden armor, fur scarf across his neck that swung downwards on his ches,
and a golden crown looked and glowed like that of a god, but Shroud's instincts told him he
was human. The crowned man waved his hands and spoke with such backbone, "Stand
Down!" Shrouded shuddered as he bowed on the ground. The iron soldiers lowered their
weapons in perfect sync, obviously trained and disciplined, yet the didn't loosen their guard,
preparing for any retaliation. The crowned man spoke again, "I am King Aria, welcome
stranger to the Kingdom of Cyndaria." The King walked down a cobblestone path, Shroud
followed two steps behind the king, while the iron soldiers were an all sides of him. Shroud
felt wary. The king had invited Shroud into the towering building ahead, which stood out
more unique then the other bland buildings before it, the area was surrounded with a water.
Shroud stood in awe and amazement, that their was a vast garden filled with color and the
arrangement of exotic plants and flowers, large trees that pink petals dropped from, it looked
as if all was in harmony at that moment. "LOWER THE BRIDGE!" One of the soldiers
yelled, suddenly the arc shaped wood that was in the center of the building dropped onto the
ground with a huge thump. Shroud felt a little tremor from beneath his feet. The arc-shaped
wood that had fallen had become a bridge that stretched above the water. "Come, welcome
to my Castle," the king announced.
Shroud entered the castle after the King, he saw the scriptures across the walls, the
glowing radiance of fire inside glass works and torches, the immeasurable architect that
would have put his clansmen's builders to shame, he had a slight grin, but it was to good to
last. Shroud shuddered at the thoughts the poured into his head and suppressed them. The
King raised his hand suddenly and his iron soldiers rushed towards Shroud who held him
down and grabbed the Raijin Scroll. One of these soldiers kneeled one leg and presented it to
King Aria, his head facing towards the king's feet. "Interesting indeed, throw him into the
dungeon!" The king barked. Shroud was then thrown into a cell, he remembered all to well
what a cell felt like, and plunged into despair. A time that felt like an eternity had passed. The
doors opened and Shroud was hoisted up onto his feet and dragged by his arms into the a
large red room with stone pillars extending from ceiling to the red carpet below. Shroud
looked up and saw the King sitting on a golden throne, being fed grapes from a maid servant.
The King whispered to the maid servant, to far for Shroud to hear, and the maid servant left
the throne room. "My advisers and historians cannot translate this scroll, what are its
contents!" Shroud did not answer. "STRIKE HIM!" the king yelled, the soldier who held him
up struck Shroud with the hilt of his sword. At that moment, Shroud rushed the King and
grabbed the scroll from his clutches. As the scroll radiated its blue light, Shroud's eyes glowed
blue with fury and he summoned the energy and unleashed the lightning across the
kingdom, striking those around him. Tired, Shroud ran out the gates, down the stairs and
across the bridge. He ran and fled the Kingdom of Cyndaria, and struck down soldiers who
came close, looking back at the burning kingdom, he knew he wouldn't be pursued any
longer. Now he wanders the the land. Soon he catches a
glimpse of Port Silver, hoping that he could put his past behind him and some day start
a new beginning.
Shroud
Nickname/Alias: The Lightning Rogue, The Demon of Embers
Age:18
Gender:Male
Height:5'11
Weight:175lbs
Hair: White
Eyes:Blue
Skin: Tanned White
Identifying Marks: Glowing blue eyes, Markings of a Crescent Moon on his left eye
Appearance: He wears a black robe, with sapphire shoulder plates, gold gauntlets with a white strap across the chest
Strengths- Power to summon Lightning, Good Instincts, Decent at using swords.
Weakness- Unusual Appearance, Rarely communicates, cannot fully control lightning ability, Drinks excessively (when possible), tends to spark nearby surroundings occasionally, Cannot remove Robe, Trust Issues
The Life Before: Shroud belonged to the Arashi (Storm) Clan in the
Grasslands. His father had passed away in the civil war between the Amaya (Night
Rain) and the Ikazuchi (Thunder) three years ago that also claimed his two older brothers.
His mother and uncle were all that was left. His Uncle proceeded with teaching him the
ways of the sword and dagger, techniques that were
passed down from generation to generation.
After a few years of peace, the elder of the Arashi Clan had been murdered and the Raijin
Scroll, the clan's prized treasure where in the scriptures read that the Gods had imbued
a thousand bolts of lightning within the scroll and had given it as a gift to the First Elder.
What was found in the elder's back, was a dagger with a mark that
belonged to his family, the crescent moon. When Shroud had turned 16, he
had accepted his family's insignia, the crescent moon, which his father had explained to him
when he was little, "Shroud, when you become a man, you will bare our honor, the
symbol of the crescent moon, the moon is full as it is today,
yet it fades and reappears. The crescent moon is when both sides,
dark and light, are equal, which holds our destiny, a storm is the
same, it darkens the skies, yet light strikes the land. We watch over our clan and keep it in
harmony.'' The new elder had his family was imprisoned in the Dungeons of Lost Souls,
where thieves, heretics,bandits, and murders are sentenced.
The Dungeons of Lost souls was where people were left in cold cells
to be broken, with solid walls that blocked sound and echo'd your own voice, no food for days
at a time. Completely isolated, Shroud had begun to break down after months, when his cell
door had been blown open and embedded itself in the opposite wall. Standing there was his
Uncle with blood stained hands, something tucked in around his waist. "Time to go," his uncle
had said with a sound of urgency. Shroud walked with a slow pace, he stared at a cell
that had its doors charred off at the sides, he looked inside
he found saw his mother's bracelet with three charms attached, in memory of his father and
brothers, with a surge of energy, he ran into the cell and grabbed the bracelet quickly and at
the same pace he had before stayed behind his uncle. They had seen the light at the end of
the corridor, "Finally... freedom," his uncle had said. His Uncle tackled the entrance and as
both of them saw the flash of the bright summer light and the heat of the sun baring down
them, but the moment vanished just as quickly as they when they got passed the door.
Clansmen had appeared armed with swords, spears, and daggers and wore raggedy cloth
which protected them from the rays of the sun and the heat of the wasteland. The elder of
the clan held a broadsword pointing it towards Shroud's Uncle saying, "You have the Scroll of
the Ancestors, you will return it to me... immediately..." He waved his hand, which called
three of the clansmen to close in weapons ready. Shroud's Uncle then extended his
hand and to Shroud's astonishment, lightning sparked from his hands, and struck the three
clansmen to an extent where their bodies turned to ashes. "I have learned the contents of the
scroll...I have planned this way too long, to let it all end now!" His uncle yelled. In retaliation,
the elder spoke, "At what cost...." Shroud began staring at his Uncle. "The price for the Gods'
power is the sacrificing someone you hold dear...." said the elder. Shadow's Uncle then
stared into the eyes of his nephew and then to the elder. At that moment, a clansmen acted
quickly and struck him in the shoulder with a spear, causing his grip on the scroll to go flying
towards Shroud. As his Uncle howled in agony, Shroud picked up the scroll, images of his past
passed through his mind, the gravestones of his father and brother, and the bracelet that
belonged to his mother. In blind rage, Shroud picked up a dagger from the ashes of a
clansmen and lunged the dagger into his uncle, then at that moment, his rage vanished and
was replaced with grief, his uncle, the one who was so kind to him as a child, taught him the
ways of the blade, and took care of him and his mother, when his father and brothers no
longer were within this world. He dropped the dagger and the scroll had begun to glow and
Shroud felt the energy and ancient magic pulse through his body, the skies darkened. As
clansmen rushed towards him, they were instantly pushed back by a force of lightning which
radiated and faded in a spherical form around his body. His raggedy clothing slowly were
fused with the sparks and changed into a Black Robe with gold and sapphire jewels. His eyes
began to glow with the fury of the storm above him, which was raining down
harshly and thunder resonating across the Grassland. Shroud raised his arms into the air and
and lightning crashed down onto the land, burning the tall grass, striking down at the men he
saw before him. When he opened his eyes again Shroud was on the ground, rising up to his
feet, aching every part of his body. He slowly walked back to the village he belonged to, his
home. When he reached the entrance, he fell to his knees. The village, the beginning of his
heritage, his home, was in ruins,with craters in the ground, and silhouettes across the ground
and standing walls. Shroud had risen from his crouched position, he knew he couldn't stay
here. He trekked over the Grasslands, passed the vast plains, over the hazardous mountains, he
continued to read the scroll, but more than half of it was burnt in his hands when he had first
acquired his new ability. The robes and armor keeps his powers under control, yet often it
sets his surroundings ablaze.
Years after he travels across the land, seeing
advanced"villages" he had considered a blessing from the god, giant stone huts and
magnificently humongous towers, that touched the heavens. He once entered through
the iron gates into one of these villages, where he was surrounded by soldiers of iron
holding spears, swords, and round shields. Shroud places his hands on the ground, as a
sign of peace and bowed, but the scroll glowed and he was then in the protection of the
storm, electricity pulsing through his veins, spread onto the ground in a force that
surrounded him. The iron soldiers stood their ground, unfazed by the disturbance.
A man wearing a golden armor, fur scarf across his neck that swung downwards on his ches,
and a golden crown looked and glowed like that of a god, but Shroud's instincts told him he
was human. The crowned man waved his hands and spoke with such backbone, "Stand
Down!" Shrouded shuddered as he bowed on the ground. The iron soldiers lowered their
weapons in perfect sync, obviously trained and disciplined, yet the didn't loosen their guard,
preparing for any retaliation. The crowned man spoke again, "I am King Aria, welcome
stranger to the Kingdom of Cyndaria." The King walked down a cobblestone path, Shroud
followed two steps behind the king, while the iron soldiers were an all sides of him. Shroud
felt wary. The king had invited Shroud into the towering building ahead, which stood out
more unique then the other bland buildings before it, the area was surrounded with a water.
Shroud stood in awe and amazement, that their was a vast garden filled with color and the
arrangement of exotic plants and flowers, large trees that pink petals dropped from, it looked
as if all was in harmony at that moment. "LOWER THE BRIDGE!" One of the soldiers
yelled, suddenly the arc shaped wood that was in the center of the building dropped onto the
ground with a huge thump. Shroud felt a little tremor from beneath his feet. The arc-shaped
wood that had fallen had become a bridge that stretched above the water. "Come, welcome
to my Castle," the king announced.
Shroud entered the castle after the King, he saw the scriptures across the walls, the
glowing radiance of fire inside glass works and torches, the immeasurable architect that
would have put his clansmen's builders to shame, he had a slight grin, but it was to good to
last. Shroud shuddered at the thoughts the poured into his head and suppressed them. The
King raised his hand suddenly and his iron soldiers rushed towards Shroud who held him
down and grabbed the Raijin Scroll. One of these soldiers kneeled one leg and presented it to
King Aria, his head facing towards the king's feet. "Interesting indeed, throw him into the
dungeon!" The king barked. Shroud was then thrown into a cell, he remembered all to well
what a cell felt like, and plunged into despair. A time that felt like an eternity had passed. The
doors opened and Shroud was hoisted up onto his feet and dragged by his arms into the a
large red room with stone pillars extending from ceiling to the red carpet below. Shroud
looked up and saw the King sitting on a golden throne, being fed grapes from a maid servant.
The King whispered to the maid servant, to far for Shroud to hear, and the maid servant left
the throne room. "My advisers and historians cannot translate this scroll, what are its
contents!" Shroud did not answer. "STRIKE HIM!" the king yelled, the soldier who held him
up struck Shroud with the hilt of his sword. At that moment, Shroud rushed the King and
grabbed the scroll from his clutches. As the scroll radiated its blue light, Shroud's eyes glowed
blue with fury and he summoned the energy and unleashed the lightning across the
kingdom, striking those around him. Tired, Shroud ran out the gates, down the stairs and
across the bridge. He ran and fled the Kingdom of Cyndaria, and struck down soldiers who
came close, looking back at the burning kingdom, he knew he wouldn't be pursued any
longer. Now he wanders the the land. Soon he catches a
glimpse of Port Silver, hoping that he could put his past behind him and some day start
a new beginning.
