Aetheron, the Corrupted.

[Blake.H]

Basic Description:

A Caphori Veteran exiled and banished to the Crimson Waste who has returned with more than he bargained for, slowly being transformed.

DETAILS
Name: Aetheron
Age: Middle Aged
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Racial Trait: n/a
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Class: Cursed Warrior (Warrior/Mage)

LITERACY
Common: Y
Arcane: Y
Other Languages (Specify): ???

LEGACY STATUS: Y/N ???

PROFICIENCY
Weapons: Daggers
Armor: (Light) Makeshift Armour
Items/Accessories:

RESTRICTIONS
Weapons: Any One/Two handed larger than a dagger (Trembling hands)
Impossible to use a Bow (Trembling hands)
Armor: Anything Holy.
Items/Accessories:

SPECIAL EQUIPMENT / IC FEATURES
[WIP]

Sanity
Sane | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Insane
(Currently only voices)

Physical Crimson Corruption
Human | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Corrupted
(Appears fully human, currently only trembles)

Strength
Weak | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Powerful
(Raises with Corruption)

TRAITS
Survivor.
Strong resistance to Poison and Venom.

FLAWS
Disgraced Warrior
Trembling Hands
Paranoia
Corrupted by Crimson Waste

SKILLS
[WIP]

SIGNATURE SKILL
[WIP]

SYNCHRONISED SKILLS
[WIP]

BACKSTORY

Time ago a disgraced Caphori Warrior was cast into exile. Magic bound him to a realm of endless Crimson Waste, a death sentence?

While most would perish in the Crimson the warrior did not. As his punishment was not death but an eternity of torment and torture, frozen in time.

Day by day, hour by hour the warriors hatred for those that bound him there grew, inevitably vengeance became his only driving force. He adopted a militaristic regime of training and discipline, butchering creatures of the Crimson for practice and planning his revenge all above the surface of the terrain.

It did not take long for the incomprehensible whispers to began. Something was trying to communicate, in this land of torture and torment, a land walked only by the Warrior. After what seemed like years of non stop whispering, the voices became clearer and louder. The warrior began to understand some phrases, he was being called below the surface, there was something down there calling him.

[WIP paragraph]

The hidden creature offered him freedom at the cost of the only thing that mattered to him, his ability to enact revenge.

He awoke a trembling frame of his former self. Under his skin crawling with moving red beads pulsing in towards the centre of his chest. Panicked he jumped to his feet staring at his trembling arms he noticed the grass around him, this wasn't The Crimson Waste. The Warrior fell back to his knees as a familiar voice began to speak "We are home...".

Freedom - but at what cost?

[JoJo]

Seems pretty nice.