Crysst

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Name: Crysst

Age: Unknown, appears to be 20 but you can never really tell, can you?

Race: Unknown, he looks human.

Gender: Male

Gear/Weapons: A long black cloak covers his body and a piece of black silk is wrapped around his eyes. A sharp claw is on each finger. Aside from that he carries only a gold and silver cross necklace wrapped around his left wrist.

Ability: He is extremely well versed in many fighting styles, most of them in hand to hand combat. His claws are extremely strong, and are as sharp and as hard as the finest blades. They are also able to cut through many objects including wood and many of the softer metals. He has a rudimentary knowledge of magic and so far can only perform weak spells. He has excellent hearing and is soft on foot, and is stealthy when need be, but otherwise has no special abilities to account for when he is sane. Some times he loses himself in the depths of his mind. When like this he is very unstable, getting angry at the slightest things and may kill without reason or for the tiniest things. His strength and speed increases. His spells power increase tenfold, but all of this is taxing on his body and afterward he is only able to barely move once the adrenaline where off. He can also summon the two blades that are the source of his power. If he is fighting for himself or for selfish reasons his left arm and shoulder will glow red, and when he speaks the name “Sĕkkün” the runes will disappear from his left arm and shoulder and a broad sword will appear, red runes running down its blade. This is the demon sword Sĕkkün in its bound form. If he is fighting to protect others or fighting for a noble cause his right arm and shoulder will glow blue and when he speaks the name “Kaјΐ˘Ÿan” the runes will disappear from his right arm and shoulder and a thin longsword will appear, blue runes running down its blade. This is the holy sword Kaјΐ˘Ÿan in its tamed form. In their bound and tamed forms the blades are normal non magical swords. They do not contain magic of their own but with the restrictive runes removed from his body his power increases, therefore increasing the blades strengths, but this too has a price. Once therunes return to his body the abrupt shift in power and the toll on his body from summoning the blades, as well as the severity of his wounds may well temporarily paralyze him or worse.  

Weakness: The daytime sky, and extremely holy, or demonic objects.

Description: Long and wild black hair reaches down to his waist. His fair skin seems to glow in the darkness and his face is always lowered. His heavy black cloak covers most of his body so he is rarely noticed in dark places. If you look into his eyes you see a half sane man tormented, and alone, yet you also see a spark of light, a bit of hope, and much intelligence. His crimson pupils pierce your soul, leaving it in despair, hopeless and careless for its own body’s welfare. His sapphire iris’ pleasantly probe you, warming your body filling it with faith, happiness, and rejoice for the gift of life. The soul and the body fight each other for control eventually ripping the viewer’s body from its soul. The body having no mind and soul to control it and being unable to control itself is inhabited by a demon, now able to wreak havoc in the mortal world. The soul, now having no body to bind it to the world, is guided to the true deity. He feels all the pain of death that the viewer does times two, and raking scars mark his eyes where on numerous occasions he had tried to rip his own eyes out. Runic tattoos run up and down both arms and shoulders and down his back. At first glance he looks human, but he has the pointed ears that the elves are known for. He has the balance and grace of an elf in battle, but he has the body build and muscle mass of a young human warrior. A piece of silk covers his eyes when he’s not in battle. 

Preferred weapon: He prefers to use his own fist and claws when he can.

Short history: For a long time he roamed the earth wraith-like, not eating, not sleeping, not living. One day though, the runes on his palms vanished and he was set free. Finally released to live. From that day on he hungered for life and adventure, but he was always silent, unnoticed by the average passerby. He stayed inconspicuous, always trying not to attract attention to himself. For every time he is noticed it seems that someone is compelled to try and remove the cloth from his eyes, and most succeed because he has no power to stop someone from taking the cloth off to gaze at what he hid, and gaze they do into the eyes of death, in who’s depths lie the gate of heaven and the fiery passageway of the abyss, and they suffered a slow and agonizing death. They would live for a few more days and then when the body and soul split all of the pain that they felt was doubled and he felt it all at once. Tortured by memories of the past, he would fall into the darkness of his mind. He would burn down whole villages not flinching as he killed countless children, women, and men. Then when he woke it was like a reoccurring nightmare, the terrible memories of his past eluded him, he would wake in a sea of blood and he had done it. He would tremble with self loathing and sorrow, and he would run off into the night like a frightened animal, and he would confine himself to a cave and stay there for days without eating or drinking, he would just sit there unable to move, resting his body and healing his wounds. Now he searches for the Stone of Relh an Ancient Dragon Stone that is said to hold the true way for a mortal to reach the kingdom of the True Deity. So cursed with eyes that split the body and soul, and never being able to look at the day sky he set out on his quest an he will discover all that he wants to know and more, too much more.