Name: Stigmata (real name: Cassius Bolero)
Age: 2027, though he looks as if he is in his late twenties.
Gender: Male
Hometown: Athens
Appearance: Stigmata is a tall man of 6ft8”, he has dark brown hair and brown eyes. His hair is tied behind him in a ponytail, which is scruffy and un-combed. It is tied with a piece of elastic, holding the hair in place so that it does not get in his way throughout battle. Stigmata wears a tarnished blue tunic underneath a full body suit of armour. While he isn’t in battle, Stigmata wears a deep purple cloak over his armour to conceal himself and hide his identity when he has to. The cloak has a hood to conceal Stigmata’s face and has a tie at the neck which consists of two fasteners and a chain to join them. The cloak was his while he was the emperor of Rome and he kept it along with the sword of the emperors as momentums of those times and his deceit against the Romans. Stigmata’s skin is tanned to a Mediterranean shade, his body is fit and healthy and strong muscles cover his whole body giving him a strong and heavy build, but with the help of the magical armour he still has the extra speed and agility potential as he would have if he was half his weight and size.
Armour: The armour is emerald green. It is a magic suit worn by the ancient Japanese. They wore this design of armour during the great wars of old. It protected them from the magics of the oriental gods which the mages of their enemies were able to summon and use against them. These suits of armour were mostly destroyed after the armies who used the ancient magic of their gods defeated the armour baring warriors. The armour was destroyed so that no others could copy the design and defy them. Stigmata’s is the only known version of this type of armour left to survive; it would probably have been kept as a trophy of the great battle. Its magical properties allow it to change to the users shape, giving it a comfortable fit and giving the user exaggerated abilities such as enhanced strength, higher jump ability, extra speed, and extra dexterity. When the armour is not being used as to aid its user it stays as a normal suit but when the magical properties of it begin to work the suit looks more like a diving suit, although it is just as strong as it was before. The armour covers all parts of the wearer except for his head. Texts suggest that there once was a helmet for this suit but it was lost at sometimes.
Weapons: Stigmata wields a Roman sword, a large battle-axe and long dagger. Stigmata picked up the Roman sword as a memento of the great Roman era; it is a fairly long sword with a strong blade and a wooden handle. The sword is sharp on both sides and is pointed at the top. The sword is made so that once the sword has been plunged through someone it can be twisted inside the body and ripped out to pull the organs from the victim’s body, which usually ends in instant death depending on where about the sword is stabbed. This is the same way that the Romans used them. A bolt of the same metal as the blade runs through the centre of the handle, which is covered with a leather grip for added comfort. Roman swords were some of the greatest ever and best-crafted swords throughout history, this sword is a great help to Stigmata in battle. This Roman sword was that of which all the emperors of Rome once wielded, Stigmata took it as his own after he betrayed and slaughtered the Romans with the barbarian hoards. The roman sword is worn at Stigmata’s waist as the Romans wore it.
The battle-axe is dwarven from the fantasy realm. Stigmata visited the dwarves and befriended them during his wandering through the mystical realms of the worlds, the dwarves handed it to him, as he left, as a gift of friendship. The axe is that of the great dwarven king Foran, it was a treasured item of remarkable strength and dexterity. Then magic put into it by the dwarves made it light weight so that they may carry it, even though their amazing strength did not cause them to be slowed by its weight. Its lightweight allows it to become a fast moving weapon unlike its usual type, which are slow and clumsy. The blade is double headed so that it may be used from both sides; the handle is made of a strong wood, which is only found near the mountain homes of the dwarves. Stigmata can fit the handle through a metal loop that has been fitted on the back of his armour so that it may rest on his back while he is on the move.
The dagger is elvish, it glows the same green as the armour when danger is near. The sword has the same magical properties as all elven blades. The dagger is lightweight so that it may be moved swiftly, it is strong and durable, there is little that could break it. The dagger is slightly curved at the end so that it can be used to slash rather than stab but can still be used to stab as well. It is not as long as a short sword but is longer than a normal dagger. The hilt is patterned with small jewels and markings; the grip is woven black leather made by the elven women. The hilt is metal underneath the grip and it looks as though the blade runs straight down to the bottom of the hilt with a leather strap over it. The daggers magic also allows it to grow in stature to the size of a long sword at the users command, this gives the daggers master a weapon which is easy for storing, gives a warning when enemies are near, is as strong and lethal as the strongest of swords and can become the size of a sword that is easier and safer to use at the users will.
skills/attacks: Stigmata uses his weapons throughout most battles. During his mortal life he was a warrior for the Greek, Roman and Barbarian armies. He learnt many fighting, hunting and survival skills while with these armies and took part in many wars. He then fought with the English armies against the French and Spanish in later years learning more fighting techniques along the way. Stigmata also learnt much from the elves and dwarves of other realms, teaching their young ones as their great warriors taught him. This long stretch through time gave Stigmata much opportunity to practice and train, he became one of the most lethal men with a sword and was feared in many realms for his brutality in battle. Stigmata’s thirst for battle and death meant that his fighting style was aggressive, but Stigmata was not stupid or clumsy, he thought his battles out so as not to get injured himself, or get as little injuries as possible.
Stigmata can also use strong magic to control elements, weather and the way different things react. He can also create elements from nothing, bring on a storm from where there was never a cloud in the sky and control the airflow so that it could appear that time was standing still. This ability to control time does not work on the strong minded though, so can only be used on people who either don’t know about the type of magic or are too wrapped up in themselves to be able to stop it. Using this ability to stop time within only a single particle in the air, Stigmata is able to freeze the air to where it is and then change it to propel himself, this gives Stigmata the ability to fly if he needs to. Stigmata never uses the time control within a battle with an opponent who has a magical aura. He doe this for a few reasons; one is the fact that it probably wouldn’t work on someone who already knows of magic and two is that he does not think it fair to determine what happens in a noble battle, he would rather fight it out and allow the best man to win.
The best part about this ability is that although Stigmata is immortal, he is immortal so that he cannot die from a natural death, he is still able to die from any way other than disease or old age. Because of this there is a risk of death towards Stigmata, he has so learnt how to stop himself from dying, or rather raise himself from the dead. When he has an ounce of energy left he can stop every particle around him and every particle in his body except for his mind, he can then make his body indestructible until it has had time to restore him to his usual state and fully heal him. This takes about two weeks though so his opponent would have thought him dead and sometimes his body could end up in strange places, it would always be in one piece though because at the time just before his death it is protected.
Another of Stigmata's skills is the skill of metamorphosis. This allows Stigmata to change into his animal form. Stigmata was taught this by the elves of the fantasy realm and he managed to perfect it. Stigmata's form is that of a white stag. The stag stands valiant and proud and is un-recognisable as Stigmata. The metamorphosis is so exact that not even a small mark of him is visible on the stag’s body. Stigmata does not use this ability in battle because the only weapons he would have are his antlers. The stag form is mostly used out of battle to get from place to place, it is much easier and quicker to move around as a stag in the forest areas that Stigmata lives than it is for a human.
Telekinesis is one of Stigmata’s specialties. He has perfected the art so that he is able to move most objects, some up to the weight of a family car (e.g. Ford Mondeo). Stigmata can also bring down large objects such as buildings with this power by destroying the main parts of their structure causing them to topple. He uses this skill of the mind usually to either through things at his enemies or else move objects in front of himself to block an attack or prevent something from happening. Stigmata has not been able to perform all aspects of telekinesis well though, his mind reading skills are poor and he can only use them against weak minded individuals. This is the same for his mind control abilities. He does however have a fair bit of skill in reading the future, his future sight is quick and often accurate although he has been known to make mistakes and pay for it, therefore he does not rely on his future sight very often. Stigmata learnt all of these mind power skills from the elves who have these abilities naturally. He is still an amateur in these powers compared with a lot of others but his time is plentiful and he is constantly training to improve.
Personality: Stigmata’s experiences through life had been rough, he had been punished for acts that he had not committed and all it did was drive him to hatred of the people who did it, the humans of the realm of earth. This hatred led him kill and with these kills he let out the anger that was trapped within him. Stigmata used this anger in battle to full effect. With the adrenaline of the fight and the anger which urged him to kill, he was a monster to all those who stood in his way.
Stigmata’s anger and hatred led him to commit the murders and other hate filled acts that he had been accused of before. His evil ways were to destroy no matter what, he did not care and held no guilt over the things he had done, he only wished he could have done more to make the act more terrible or painful depending on what it was.
Stigmata’s real side comes out when he is with the magical creatures of the fantasy realms. The humans dwelt there too but the Elves and the Dwarves held nothing against Stigmata for taking his anger out on the men after they had heard his stories. They too had been punished for the human’s own acts in different ways and although they did not attack the widely spread humans, they ignored them at every possible opportunity, making their homes as far away from human civilization as possible and killing the occasional human who wandered too far away from their cities and too close to theirs. Stigmata became as kind, well mannered, respectful and full of fun as anyone when he was with the elves and dwarves. He was able to relax and become himself again even if it was for a small time, for as soon as he saw a human again the anger swelled in him and he only wished to kill.
His past experiences in life were what made him what he is today. He owes a lot to the humans really as they taught him the magic that now makes him able to live forever unless struck down. Though the deaths of his family members and the constant torture that he had to bare throughout his whole life, tore him apart and made him into a relentless killer. His mind is wise and his arm strong, but his hatred for them is what keeps him wanting to be alive and what drives him to do what he does. His wish is for the eradication of human life and so he thinks along the lines of making this possible. Only when he does this will he allow himself to die and complete the process of wiping out all humans forever
Background: Stigmata was born into a rich Greek family in Athens as Cassius Bolero. His father was a famous philosopher and scholar in Greece and although he had not himself invented any of the items that Greece was famed for, his experiments and theories were well known and greatly admired by all types of people. His mother was a housewife, looking after the young Stigmata, cooking and cleaning were her jobs. She did not enjoy these jobs too much but she did not complain for she had a fair few slaves, which was more than most families. During their spare time, Stigmata’s parents socialized down around the town with their other rich families, this gave Stigmata the chance to explore around and learn new skills, showing off the many languages that his father had taught him.
Since before Stigmata was born the Romans had been taking over countries all around the area that would later become Europe. Greece had thought that their protection from the Gods would save them from the Romans but now word had come that the Roman armies were heading for Greece. It would take over a year for the armies to march to Greece and every day up until that damned forsaken day when the Roman armies began their assault, the twelve year old Stigmata prayed to Mars, the God of war to make him into a strong and brave warrior so that he could protect his mother.
When the day came there was a terrible banging of drums all around Athens, the armies had begun their attack on Greece days before and all the men who were able to fight had gone. The Romans were here now though so they must have failed. Stigmata mourned for his father’s death and it filled him with his first taste of real anger. Stigmata wanted to go out and if only he could kill just one of them, it would make him think that it was the man who had killed his father. Then Stigmata remembered his mother; he had prayed to be able to protect her, he couldn’t just leave her now.
They hid together in a secret room inside their house, the Romans came in, they smashed the door down, yelling and shouting. Stigmata was scared witless but him and his mother were safe, for the Romans were leaving his house. But then he heard it, “Burn down any houses you search”, his mother screamed, they couldn’t do anything, they would be trapped. His mother’s anger had got the better of her though; she wouldn’t go out without trying to avenge her husband’s death. She ran out through the flames screaming with a knife in her hand. Stigmata watched as a host of arrows shot into his mother and she fell down dead.
Stigmata began to cry but was alarmed when he heard, “Search the house again”. He tried to run but he was too upset and frightened to do anything. A group of Roman soldiers came in, stepping over his mother’s body. They grabbed him by each arm and began to drag him out, kicking and screaming, hitting the soldiers as they bound him with ropes and gagged him, thrusting him into a cage next to another bunch of cages, all full with boys around his own age. Stigmata was exhausted and he blacked out.
When Stigmata woke up, the cart that his and all the other cages were on was moving, he looked up and it looked like they were out of Greece already. A guard walking next to the guard pushed a bowl of water and another bowl of grain toward Stigmata, Stigmata was starving and gladly took them although wary of what might happen if he ate it. The food was not poisoned or anything though, if the Romans wanted to kill him then they would have done it in Athens. They travelled for weeks and weeks, it would not be as long as a year because they were going straight to Rome now and not back to Germany where the soldiers were before.
It was a hot day with not a cloud in the sky when they reached Rome; this would be where Stigmata’s training would begin. Throughout the next ten years Stigmata became the top student in the Roman training school. He excelled in sword skills and never lost when he practiced against the other boys with sticks. During his time here Stigmata met a man who told him about the magic that he could discover within himself even on this world. Stigmata’s determination to get his revenge spurred him to become an extraordinarily fast learner, grasping even the most advanced types of magic within a year of hard work and practice. Stigmata was the only one who got taught this magic, the Romans did not like many of their soldiers to know about them, only the best had the chance encase somebody decided to go on a rampage to overthrow them.
During these ten years Stigmata had already fought in his first battle against the Celts, slaughtering many, he thought of the Celts as just as bad as the Romans and took his anger out on them. Many battles where fought over the further five years, many kills and much more anger had come from Stigmata, it was as though every kill made him hate the Romans and every other human so much more. By the time Stigmata was 27 he had become uncontrollable by the Romans. None of them could tell him what to do and none dared to oppose him. Because of this Stigmata was sent to the Emperors palace to meet with him, the emperor thought that maybe a meeting with him would make him see sense and carry on with the Romans.
Stigmata arrived at the palace on time as always; he went through to the emperor who said he wanted to show him something. The emperor took Stigmata to the crucifixion of Jesus. This made Stigmata hate the Romans so much more, how could they be so inhuman, what could he have possibly done that was that bad. Stigmata had had enough and as the Emperor began to leave, Stigmata lunged at him, drawing his sword. A group of guards grabbed Stigmata, there were over ten of them, Stigmata had no chance of escaping. He laughed at the Emperor as he wiped the blood from his cheek where Stigmata had just caught him with his sword.
Stigmata was held in the prison cells of Rome, he thought he was going to be sent out to the gladiators, he thought, “let them come”, but the Romans were not stupid, they knew he would not die from that. Stigmata had heard from one of the guards that Jesus had rose from the dead, Stigmata knew that this would be no magic; this was the Son of God after all.
The next day a group of soldiers came to the prison, it was obvious they were for him for they would not send so many and of such size for anyone else. A cross stood against a wall outside, Stigmata knew what was coming. They nailed him to the cross and took him to the same hill. The emperor was there again, he walked up to Stigmata and stabbed him in the side, “that’s for my face,” he whispered nastily.
They strapped him up and stood up the cross. He stayed there for weeks and weeks until he got to the stage where he was a moment from death. Stigmata used the magic that he had been taught by the people who put him up there to stop his body from dying and making it so that he looked dead. He began a restoration process where he would bring his body back to the fitness level it was at before he was nailed up, and then he would rise again. Stigmata was taken from the cross and his body was left to rest on the hill, two weeks later a man came to check on the body. They had thought he had been dead for two weeks but the body was not there, Stigmata was hiding behind a rock on the hill. He looked over to see the Roman sentry walking back down the hill; he would be going to tell the emperor.
Stigmata let him go, the people would overthrow the Emperor knowing what had happened last time this had happened and would take him as their ruler. Stigmata would take full advantage of this.
When he arrived back in Rome it was exactly how he had hoped. The emperor had been killed in a riot on the palace and the town’s people cheered for his crowning. Stigmata became ruler and brought peace back to the lands around. Stigmata had planned years before though to charge with the Barbarians into battle against the Romans and slaughter them in their own homes in Rome.
The day came and Stigmata sent for a legionary of men to march to the west of Europe to check up on the men down there and make sure they had everything. Once they had gone, the following night Stigmata snuck out of Rome and met with the Barbarians. They marched into Rome, killing off all that were left. When the legionary returned, Stigmata and the Barbarians defeated them while they were still tired. It was a smart plan and it had worked, but now it was time for Stigmata to leave.
He left for the realms that he had learnt to cross into, his anger still swelling because so many humans still survived. He lived with the elves and then with the dwarves for so many years. The years passed more slowly in the fantasy realm and it seemed that after his resurrection he aged no further and stayed at the same age that he had apparently died at. Every year, on the same day after his crucifixion, Stigmata’s wounds bled in the same place as they had the first time, the wounds were just as painful each time. And so he became the first ever Stigmata, which is where he got his name.
Stigmata returned to Earth one day to find what he had left behind. He probably could have stopped it but he had not and he did not like what he saw. His anger swelled in humans once again and he went on a killing spree, destroying half the population of Canada before the US and Canadian armies began to move in on him. Stigmata did not like to risk being blown apart because if he did he would not be able to resurrect himself. Stigmata has to have all body parts together, or at least the ones that keep him alive, in order to keep himself alive and regenerate.
While he was on earth, Stigmata stole the ancient Japanese armour from a museum. The armour must have been shipped across from Japan at sometime during the last one thousand years. He then passed through a time gate which he created to make his way through the nexus worm and return to the fantasy realm where he lived with the elves, whose surroundings he preferred to the dwarves. He did however prefer the dwarfs’ personalities, but the caves in which they lived were not too appealing to Stigmata. He lived there over the next few hundred years and did what he wished as he searched the land in search of battles to settle his anger. Only later did he find out the real power of the armour when its magic was re-awakened by the magic in his elvish sword, a gift granted to him by the leader of the elves, and one of his dearest friends.
Name: Hyvon Lore Age: 28 Gender: Male Race: Drian Home world: Kyathalon Title: Guide of the Damned
Drian definition
Drians are what humans will become in thousands of years; they are an evolutionary enhancement of humanity. Their only world, Kyathalon, lives in pure harmony at most, but they share this world with many other races that are not all so peaceful. Of course, Drians aren’t perfect, and squabbles, misunderstanding and disagreements occur regularly, but there has rarely been war over the many millennia that civilized races have existed here. Things are done to seek knowledge or to advance the societies and technologies of this planet, and strength or fighting superiority is not cared about. The average height for these people is about six foot and they are almost all thin. Obesity is frowned upon greatly and it has been known for people to be exiled for being over weight. It is known as something that shows a persons laziness, lack of care for their health, and stupidity. The Drians are peaceful people but they are hardened and not weak by any means. Their speed, intelligence, dexterity and charisma is amazingly superior to humans and even elves and dwarves while their strength is usually around the same, but can be trained to be much stronger. They have developed a government that gets things done and keeps everyone happy, they do not care for possessions such as jewelry for their worth, but only for their sentimental meanings. They have invented many new ways to excrete energy from the things around them without polluting their atmosphere, they have found magic that can be used during battle and to help in medicine and everyday living, and their technology has far surpassed even the top secret NASA type projects. There are few races that even come close to the Drians. Disagreements occur a lot on Kyathalon and some races hold things against the Drians through jealousy. Some of the stronger races are known to pick fights with Drians for stupid reasons and the Drians are usually the ones who come out of it worse off. They are a race built for intellect truly and not for battle, but there are always the few exceptions like in any race.
Appearance
Hyvon Lore is around six foot four inches tall with thick but short dark brown hair. His hair comes to half way down his neck, it is straight and his fringe, which is actually fairly long and would usually hang over his eyes, is combed to the side so that it only hangs down covering half of one eye. The eye that it covers is scarred by a blade wound that stretches from just above his eyebrow to his cheekbone. His fringe covers his scar up and leaves enough of a gap so that he is able to see around the fringe even though that eye is unable to open fully. The rest of his hair hangs freely but is still kept tight and does not flow around everywhere. Lore wears a heavy pair of black boots that come up to just above his ankle. The boots fasten with three metal buckles that are positioned up the boots off to the side facing away from his body. He also wears a dark navy blue pair of trousers which are slit open across his right knee and frayed. When Lore’s knee bends the trousers come apart at the knee and it is possible to see that there is the casing of a mechanical leg. The wires are all covered up but there are parts where there are spaces in the metal and it is possible to see that the wires and mechanical instruments are covered in a black plastic type of material that is able to bend as much as need be and will mold back into its original shape. Basically this means that Lore is able to move just as if he had his original leg. On his upper body Lore wears a deep and very dark grey cotton long sleeved t-shirt which has a round neck. On his left arm the shirt sleeve is only three quarters of the length of his arm, but this is because of a device that covers his left arm from the top side of his middle knuckle to half way up his forearm. The device is made of a metal and is fairly thin. It is fastened like a bracer around his forearm and has controls under a black protective panel that cannot be opened. Lore named this device the Genon. On top of everything Lore wears a long coat. The left sleeve of the coat is inexistent, it was ripped off when his left arm was destroyed and Lore thought it looked better and allowed easier movement of the arm so he did not replace the coat, leaving his shirt visible and the Genon with it. The rest of the coat is normal and reaches down to around ankle level except from at the back where it is separated by a long rip that starts at Lore’s waistline and slowly widens apart until it reaches the bottom of the coat. Lore’s complexion is quite pale, although only around half his face, his right arm and the parts of his left arm that aren’t covered up by the Genon are actually visible. His fingers are thin and bony, and his face is drawn out. He looks far taller than he really is because of these features, which are mainly just his Drian features, but his build does not bother him very much because it is not his main weapon in battle.
The Genon is a device which Lore created to control his high levels of radiation. These high radiation levels are nothing to do with “mutant powers” but are created by the reaction between his own world’s atmosphere and his use of physic abilities. If Lore’s radiation levels grew too high then he would die and so the Genon is there to keep these radiation levels at a minimum, which is usually at somewhere near to zero, but when in battle they can increase to catastrophic levels and so the Genon must be able to bring these levels back down and control them from going over a certain level. This does stop him from using physic powers over a certain strength, but he is still able to use these powers and be deadly with them. The Genons controls are not accessed by hand, instead they are accessed by Lore through his mind so that it is possible to completely encase the device and protect it from being damaged or malfunctioning. The Genon is actually directly connected to Lore’s life stream and so does not need batteries or any other power source to run it. It is intertwined with Lore’s own body parts in his arm to almost become a part of his body on its own. Because of this it is impossible to remove the Genon without having to amputate Lore’s arm at his wrist. This is a good insurance measure and since he will always have his psychic abilities then really there is no reason to get rid of it. The Genon can be completely opened up if it needs to be repaired though. The Genon is an advanced piece of technology that is uniquely available to Lore. As the creator, Lore decided that he would keep the designs to himself and since the skill of psychic powers is a very rare gift on Lore’s world it would not be an invention that could change the world. Lore also didn’t want a life of fame and riches, all he was interested in was finding out more about his abilities and about the planet that he lived in. For the planet was the reason he was gifted with such power and he had to understand the planet properly to truly understand his own power and real potential.
Armour
Lore has been in many battles during his life and so because of this he has received a lot of injuries. Some of his body parts have been damaged beyond repair and so he has had to replace some of them with mechanical versions of the real thing. Although Lore has never wore any external armour, he decided to combine these mechanical body parts with a new idea to make the these new body parts armoured so that they would be stronger than before, able to protect him further and maybe even take weak attacks. The mechanical body parts are made from a strong but lightweight material, which is similar to both the materials carbon fiber and titanium. The material does not react to chemicals in the human body and so it is safe to attach the metal right onto the flesh and bone. The material is bolted through the bone that is still left and then used to create an artificial body part. All the joints are created using this same material, but are helped to bend and move by small electrical devices implanted into the joint and connected to Lore’s life stream. These devices allow Lore bend to the joints easily upon request. The main core and the wires connecting the joints to Lore’s life stream are then encased in a plastic type material that is both strong and durable, but elasticized too. This allows the joints to bend as they usually would but also protects the materials and devices inside. Basically the material is able to stretch upwards and bend when for example the knee is bent, but if something hit into the material, which would put the stress on to it in a horizontal direction, the material would stay rigid and would act like a shield to the pressure. Lore is not fully encased in this armour though because if he was he would be a robot, and he is not that. At the moment only his whole right leg, his left arm, his rib cage, his spine and the left side of his hips have been replaced and so are covered in this armoured replacement.
Personality
Lore is a mild mannered philosopher; he is by no means arrogant and definitely not ignorant. Lore is a seeker of knowledge and so has had to be very sociable throughout his life; talking to people a lot and sometimes even being deceptive to get what he needed. He is an intelligent man and so usually knows what he’s talking about; Lore isn’t the type of person to go making things up. He is very temperamental the majority of the time, but he angers easily and can become extremely violent. This has got him into a lot of trouble in the past, but most of the time he is calm and thinks before he acts. While just talking to Lore you would never think he could have this sort of temper, he is fairly quiet at times and keeps himself to himself except when he needs to find something out. Lore does enjoy a lively lifestyle and can be found in a tavern joking and telling stories while he isn’t working. He has also been known to bring this laughter into his job for his own amusement once in a while too, which has never been popular, although has given his employers a bit of light comical relief. This comical nature has sometimes brought the opinion that Lore is fairly evil, especially when he brings it into his job, but it is all for fun at the end of the day and no real harm is meant by it. Lore is neutral to most things, he stays out of fights as often as he can and doesn’t go looking for trouble. He keeps his opinions to himself so as to not get into arguments but is not afraid to voice his own opinion. Lore has been labeled as a trouble maker in some towns though, but this is mostly because of either his temper or because he’s been in the wrong place at the wrong time, it is only on the rare occasions that his jokers’ attitude has got him into fights. It may seem that Lore is a bit of a clown, but he takes his work seriously and reaches for his goals. He just likes to have fun along the way.
Weapons
Lore bares two weapons that he uses in battle; one is a sword which he found in the ancient ruins at Alsaka, and the other is a high tech gun that can fire both normal bullets and dark matter. Lore treasures both these weapons and would never sell or replace them. They are both very expensive pieces of equipment and have helped Lore out many times in the past. Their sentimental value is far greater than that of their worth though.
The name given to the sword is “Bethalion” which in translated text from the ancient language found in the old ruins the sword was found in, means “Deadly Serpent”. It is thought this is because of the design of the sword. The sword has a long blade that is slightly wider than the usual size of a longsword and actually longer than a longsword, but narrower than a broadsword. The long tail of a dragon is wrapped around the blade, but is flat and so does not make the blade wide in the direction which it is supposed to be flat. The tail does not affect the sharpness of the blade because it is sharpened so that the edge of it is as razor sharp as the rest of the blade; all it means is that the blade is wider in some parts. The end of the dragons’ spiked tail creates the stabbing point of the blade. Where the hilt meets the blade, the body begins and takes up the majority of the joining area. The dragons’ wings make up either side of the hilt and stretch fairly wide, but not so wide that they get in the way. The whole of the handle is made up of the serpents’ upper body and mostly its neck, with the curved spikes at the back of its neck giving finger grip slots. At the head of the handle, the dragons head looks to the side with its eyes shining brightly with mysterious white gems that change colour with the blades inner mood. The sword was found by Lore while he was searching the ancient ruins at Alsaka for a gem known as The Worlds Eye. It was rumored that this gem gave the bearer all the knowledge of the ages. Lore believed that the stone inside the dragons’ eye was this gem and that the rumor was more of a riddle. The gem gives the bearer ever lasting life, so as long as the bearer doesn’t get themselves killed, they will live forever. The sword itself was the sword of an ancient king whose race was destroyed in one of the great wars of old. The ancient ruins are his tomb and his most treasured possession, his sword and the gem within it, were left with him. Lore keeps this sword in the scabbard it was found in, strapped to his belt on his left side. The scabbard is completely black except for metallic edging around the top and bottom of it, and a fairly small image of the sword in the center of the scabbard.
The gun was not given a name by Lore, but its manufacturer named the series the Duo-Discharge Series or DDS for short. The gun can just be used as a normal hand gun, which fires bullets and would have no extra advantage to a normal hand gun. The gun also has a second feature though which allows it to fire black matter energy. It must first be charged up before it can fire this because the energy needs to build up within the gun. The black matter fires out of the guns barrel as a sphere just a bit larger than a bullet. Because of the speed it is fired at and the form of the energy, the sphere then takes the shape of something more like a splatter and becomes flatter but around the size of a mans palm. The gun was first designed specifically for the battle between the beings of good or neutral and the black armies who had destroyed homes and murdered anyone they could for the many centuries prior to the war. It was found that black matter attacked the blood streams of these dark creatures and instantly killed them by spreading high frequency electro magnetic waves through their bodies. Strangely though, this same thing does not happen when the guns are fired on humans and other such beings. It is thought that the thick black blood of the dark creatures reacted with the matter and created these waves, but the red and white blood of the neutral and good beings did not have the same effects. Different effects were found though, which could be just as deadly in some cases. If the dark matter is fired at the head or heart of any creature, that creature instantly dies. But in other areas against good and neutral beings, the area that was hit becomes completely numb. All muscle cells in that area are numbed and so the limb is rendered useless. This effect can be dispelled, but only by a rare item known as Holy Matter, which there is only one known of. The whole range of this series was only supposed to be issued to army personnel and was to be only used against dark creatures for humane reasons. The dark matter causes extreme pain and discomfort because it attacks the nerves around the numbed area. The outer casing of the gun is made out of a light weight metal. This metal covers the whole of the barrel, chamber, trigger and surrounding areas of the gun. The also makes up most of the handle, but the handle is covered in a high friction grip which has a high powered static charge causing it to be able to stick onto flesh without actually being connected. A simple push of a button turns off this feature, and of course Lore is able to adjust these features with the power of his mind. The gun uses normal magazines to reload for the bullets, which hold fourteen bullets. The Dark Matter runs on Dark Mana Cartridges which draw energy from the atmosphere around it and then dispersing the energy back into the atmosphere once it has hit its destination. Because of this the cartridges are only stores for the energy and do not need to be replaced.
Skills
Lore isn’t usually a fighting man and prefers to use his head to get out of most situations but because of his short fuse he can get himself into fights quite regularly. Because of this he has a lot of battle experience and great skill with a blade from when he trained himself in his younger years. After becoming old enough to own a gun he trained his accuracy and soon became competent with this weapon. Lore is also able to use the magic that the Drians found in the atmosphere and living things on their world. These are elemental manipulation magic that are not anything special compared to other races magic but can be very powerful and at times very helpful. Lore’s main skill though is one that he has had since birth. Lore was born with the rare skill of mind powers making him able to use such skills and telekinesis, foresight, mind reading and the ability to manipulate psychic energy. Each of these skills has their own restrictions however and usually takes a lot of energy to perform. Lore’s psychic power is extremely strong compared to most peoples and has long perfected it after using it from birth.
Telekinesis, the ability to move objects with the power of the mind allows Lore to do most things without moving a muscle. During battle he can use this to throw objects at enemies, control things like water flow, the wind and even things as small as air particles. He is also able to use this to help move himself out of a sticky situations faster by moving his body. This means he can also control his body enough to make himself do such things as flying, teleportation and moving through dimensions. Lore is able to move objects as large as a small house or bungalow if he has enough time to build up the energy. To do this though it can sometimes take a fair amount of time and he would not have this sort of time during battle. Cars are the largest objects that Lore is able to control instantly, but if he was in battle and didn’t have time to store up enough energy he could control air particles in front of him and use them as a sort of push to create a wave that would grow to be strong enough to move objects like trains, buses etc.
In order to use foresight, Lore must meditate before and while he is viewing possible future events. The sights Lore views are usually accurate but because nothing is ever definite until it happens, he can sometimes get some things wrong. Lore rarely ever uses this in battle because he does not have enough time, but sometimes when he is in mortal danger he receives flash visions which are warning signs. Foresight isn’t all that useful for Lore because he doesn’t use it to do good for the world. Instead he uses it for himself to look at the dangers that could be part of his day so that he is able to prepare for them and maybe do something to stop them when they occur. He cant get a full picture of what will happen most of the time but it gives him an over view.
Mind reading and foresight are partially connected. Lore needs to be able to concentrate of the persons mind to be able to read it fully and hear what they are thinking or what they have thought. In most cases it is hard to do this and so he only gets snippets of their life which are usually irrelevant to what he may need to find out. This is why he socializes with the people that he wants to find information about. He can just sit in a pub with them and talk while reading their mind and not have to think about anything else. As a person drinks more their mind becomes weaker too and so it is much easier to read. People can resist Lore hacking into their mind though if they want to and if their will is strong enough, but that usually only slows the process and in the end he is able to access that person’s inner thoughts. This skill can also be very helpful when Lore finds out something that the person is planning on doing in the future. At this point mind reading and foresight become inter twined, although the thoughts are more passive than future. Mind reading doesn’t really take up much energy and can be done instantly at times, especially if the person is willing to allow Lore access or they are very weak minded, but it can take time if they are strong willed.
Physic energy is basically the energy flow in people’s minds. When someone thinks something, psychic energy is being used and being released into the atmosphere. The smarter the person, the more psychic energy is released. Lore is able to get a grasp on this energy and give it a form. This form can sometimes be a ball of energy that can be projected, an energy wave, or an energy blast which would cause an eruption and can be very dangerous and destructive. This energy is normally transparent, but it can be given a tinge by the user to make it easier to use. The default tinge is a bright pink, which is the quickest to use does not need to be distorted or change to be used. Other tinges do not take very long though and are much more destructive because they are purer forms of this energy. The purest form of this energy is pure white and is known as Holy Matter in its solid form. The one down from this is Dark Matter, but the ones after are not known about by those who cannot use psychic powers and so are not given names. These include a red, blue, green and yellow tinge, red being the strongest and yellow being one above pink. Each of these cause different effects on people and some can only be used in certain ways. Basically they all have their own uses and cannot be used for anything different. Pink is for basic energy blasts, waves and projectiles, yellow is for healing, green can only be used be channeling it through the earth or through water and is used to create earthquakes, lava flows and topple buildings by crippling their structures. Blue is just a much more powerful version of the pink energy, red can do everything that the blue can but is even more powerful. It can also control the weather by changing air particles. Black Matter energy is the exact same thing that is fired out of the DDS and does exactly the same thing. Holy Matter is the most powerful energy force known to the Drians. If used in a destructive manner it is possible for this energy to cause a chain reaction that could destroy a whole planet, but if it is used for good it is possible to cause disease and even bring someone back to the dead with it. Even though it can do such good and could actually be used to make a whole planet immortal, the Drians have made construction of such energy illegal. For what good it could do, it could do much worse for bad. Therefore only one sphere of Holy Matter exists on Kyathalon encase of a planetary emergency.
Hyvon Lore’s childhood was like most other normal Drians, he went to school, had a good education and lived in a caring family. From an early age though he had a strong passion for knowledge, he wanted to find out everything there ever was to know. People told him it was impossible, that there wasn’t enough time in the world for such a task, but he wouldn’t listen to them, he kept on saying that he would do it even if he didn’t believe it himself in his truest of hearts. His parents encouraged him with this quest that Lore had set himself, but only one person really believed in him, his best friend Paero. They did not study books like most philosophers though; instead they talked to people, listened to stories and searched parts of the old world, trying to uncover their mysteries. They were more like adventurers really, but the end goal was not treasure of material worth, but knowledge. Lore believed that to understand the world around you, you first had to uncover its past and understand that.
Lore and Paero were like brothers really, the only times they weren’t together were at night and at meal times, although a lot of the time they went to a fro from each others house, staying at one persons one night and then the others the next. They did everything together and both liked the same things as each other. They got on so well that they were when people spoke about one of them; they usually spoke of the other at the same time, many people called them inseparable. As they grew older they both looked out for each other too and their friendship grew stronger and stronger They truly were the best of friends.
By the time Lore was ten he had already been on his first adventure with his father and Paero. It was not really an adventure to the adults of the world, but Lore believed that it was and he counted it as his first quest. They had visited a tourist attraction early one morning before any other visitors got there, an old fort that had stood for over five hundred years and had been the center of a fierce battle in its final days. Part of the fort had been destroyed in the battle and never been rebuilt and so it had stayed as ruins ever since. It was believed the people who had inhabited the fort had fled and never returned during that battle. Many mysteries surrounded the fort, and Lore wanted to be the one to solve them. They did not stay long at the fort that day, Lore’s father wanted to leave before the tourists arrived so that it would not be ruined for young Lore, but this fort would play a large part in Lore’s later life.
It was after this visit to the fort where Lore had seen the great weapons of the warriors who had fought there that Lore became interested in the art of swordplay and began to train himself each day with a short sword that his father owned. Paero helped Lore train and together they both became skilled with a blade. All the time Lore’s psychic powers, which he had kept secret from everyone including Paero, were growing stronger as he practiced using them when he was on his own. At school he was being taught how to use the magic that every Drian held within so that he would be able to use it helpfully in later life, but even at the age of eleven, Lore knew that this was not what he would be using it for.
At the age of eighteen, Lore had established himself as a recognized swordsman, mage and philosopher, although some were skeptic about his techniques. Yet still nobody knew of his psychic ability. Lore didn’t want anybody to know though, it was something that he always had as an insurance policy in battle if it came to that, and if an enemy knew of it, they could easily find something in the technology around them to seriously endanger him. Lore had researched psychic power over the years and had found that many people had died from overuse of the power, it was very unstable and psychics were advised not to use their powers at all. The one example of Holy Matter on the planet was created by a very power psychic who had practiced the art all his life, but even when he created the powerful energy he exploded, leaving on the holy Matter. After learning what technology could do to him he saw how it affected the whole planet and that technology would always stand in his way unless he could have it on his side. So it was between the ages of fifteen and eighteen and Lore began to carry a gun, practicing his aim where and when he could and slowly becoming competent with this weapon. At the same time Lore began work on his new project, the Genon, a device that would allow him to use his psychic power as much as he wanted.
At nineteen, Lore and Paero left for their first real time away from home and their first real adventure. They both knew that there would be many dangers along the road, but were confident that as long as they looked out for each other then everything would be ok. Their first adventure was to the ancient ruins of Alsaka. Their search took them deep inside the long deserted city, the very buildings around them looking as though they were about to collapse at any second and the eerie snake statues peering round every corner. When they reached the gates of the great palace, the way was blocked off by the legendary serpent guardian of the people who resided in this place. Lore and Paero both fought hard, but it was futile, they couldn’t beat it with either sword or gun, and their magic was nowhere near strong enough. Lore’s gun had been smashed to pieces and his sword snapped in half, his left arm had been pretty much destroyed by the ferocious beast and he did not have enough energy to cast any magic spell, but he did still have one weapon left. Lore built up his psychic energy and then let it all out in a deadly blast that hit the serpent directly and caused him to explode. The two were spared but at a cost, Lore had been exhausted from the sudden energy outburst, he had never used his powers this much in one attack, never used such a deadly amount and because of it his body couldn’t deal with the loss of energy that had been used from it and the huge build up of radiation had got to a dangerous level; Lore had dropped out of consciousness. He stayed in this state for the next two days, Paero tended to Lore’s wounded arm as well as his own cuts and sores, but during this time a band of goblins had attacked Paero. Paero had fought them off well, killing all of them to protect Lore just as Lore would have done for him, but he had been shot with a poison arrow in the heat of battle and now he was dying. Lore awoke on Paero’s final day of life, “I never knew” were Paero’s last words before he passed away.
Lore did not end his quest here though, he continued through the palace, for Paero, learning much about the race who appeared to all be a lizard type people. They worshipped their lizard gods and lived only in this city. When their great king fell, so did their race, as the deadly armies of the elvish peoples who had always hated the lizards and vice versa, destroyed all traces of them before the last remaining lizard priest summoned forth the huge guardian who then destroyed the few remaining elves. Those of course were not the only elves on the planet, while they were the only lizard people. Inside that palace which had been made into a tomb, Lore found the sword Bethalion.
When Lore returned home he was greeted as a celebrity, his findings astonished some people, but he became famous for them. That day was spoilt by the death of Paero though, and that would be the only reason he would remember it. Lore dedicated the next year to the construction of the Genon, working on it day and night until it worked fully without any faults. During this time he also designed and manufactured a new arm for himself and refitted it. He had to replace part of his rib cage and his left shoulder too so that the arm would be fixed on properly like a normal arm. He fitted the Genon the night of its completion and in the morning he left again. Paero’s death had made Lore wonder whether he should be doing this sort of thing. He had thought it would be a bit less dangerous than it really was and during the past year he had considered giving it up, leading a quiet life, but all the while he continued to prepare to leave, fixing himself up and training all the time. He carried on with many more excursions to ancient ruins, remnants of the old world, talking to people on his travels and training all the time. He said to himself that he did it for Paero, but it had been what he always wanted to do.
For two years he traveled, seeking the knowledge that he wished and then moving on to the next place. At last he arrived home to find that much had changed. The elves, dwarves and the few humans that lived on the planet had formed an alliance against the dark armies who were terrorizing the people of Kyathalon, and were now asking the Drians to join with them. The Drians did not wish to take any part in a war. They were peaceful people and had not been attacked by the dark armies. The elves became angry and accused the Drians childishly of thinking they were better than the other races, but the Drians did not give in. As the war was being planned though, the Drians were attacked by the dark armies. Villages burned and the peaceful people could not defend themselves well enough. They were an advanced race and their technological defenses were powerful, but the Dark Armies were deadly through towns and the people had few ways to defend themselves. Their men fought but it was not good enough, many Drians died, but not all was lost. The united races did not turn their backs; they came to the Drians aid, destroying the Black armies that were attacking. The Drians knew what they had to do now; they joined up to the United Races of Kyathalon and went into battle with their allies.
Every battle capable male of each race had to go into battle and that included Lore. The Dual-Discharge Series was born for this war and it helped the URK to defend themselves and assault the black armies. Lore carried Bethalion into battle with him along with his DDS and it was not long before he was recognized for his natural battle skill and was promoted accordingly. The war went on for two years non stop, a constant battle on the fields of Hellanor. After the war it was renamed the Dark Fields of Hellanor, but while the battle raged on, nobody cared about such things. Lore lost his right leg in that war, the left side of his hips also got crushed and he was forced to replace the rest of his ribs after his left arm was damaged again. Lore shared his secrets with the surgeons and the medical staff, teaching them his method to replace body parts with the tough, armoured type synthetic materials that he had used on his arm. Lore was honored for this information and greatly rewarded, the material that Lore had used revolutionized artificial limbs and gave the person unlucky enough to have to have one a new body part that worked in exactly the same way as their old natural one. The work he had done himself on his ribs and arms were improved by the surgeons who managed to fix up the few loose parts that Lore could not do on his own. The stress that his back and shoulders had been put under because of all the work done to him meant that he had to have a new spine and spine board fitted into him.
At the end of the war, at least half of the males of every race had been lost, but the dark armies were thought to have been wiped out. A festival and presentation was held at the end of the war to celebrate. Lore was given the highest honor for his services to the races and many believed that without his medical finds they would have lost the war. The celebrations did not last long though as the party was hit by an assault by the few remaining members of the black armies. Imps came from the sky, orcs, goblins and trolls from the ground. The men created a perimeter around the women to protect them, but the dark creatures hadn’t come for the women or even the men, they had come for Lore, the person who had no doubt secured the win as they all knew.
Arrows shot towards him from everywhere but Lore just stood there as he stopped them all with his psychic powers. The firing stopped and the arrows dropped to the ground. Black Matter was being shot from everywhere, imps fell from the sky in torrents but they kept coming for Lore. The trolls were soon wiped out as they were the primary danger and the weak goblins were either trampled by their large allies or killed off quickly from bullet fire. Orcs surrounded Lore, but he carried on fighting and the black matter kept coming at the orcs and imps. There were too many though and soon Lore felt the cold steel of an orc sword piercing through his flesh near his stomach, others smashing at the armoured rib cage until suddenly one broke through, piercing in and heading towards his vital organs. The others had been too late and although they had wiped out the last of the dark creatures, Lore passed through to the next realm, his vision darkening and then suddenly filling with a blinding light.
Everything around Lore was white, even the surface he was standing on was as white as everything else around him. Lore noticed a figure walking towards him, it was a man dressed in a white robe, his long white beard flowing down to his knees. He was quite tall and fairly thin, but he had a visage of power and regality. He spoke to Lore softly.
“Welcome to the upper realm of heaven, Hyvon Lore”
“What? I don’t want to be in heaven, put me back on Kyathalon”
“I had a feeling you might say that. You are currently in a state of unconsciousness on your world, but if you walk through to the next world then you will die. You do have another choice though, you can face the trials and I will put you back into your body, but only if you can beat the trials”
“Then send me to the trials”
The figure nodded at Lore and there was another flash of light. For the next two days Lore went through the trials of life and death, the trials that tested his character, brains and brawn. It was a grueling time and took a lot out of Lore; he had to use all the skills he had ever learnt in his life in just two days. When he reached the end a host of people stood in front of him including the man who he had saw when he first reached heaven. These had been the two hardest days of Lore’s life, even though he wasn’t sure if he was alive or not. His fate was yet to be decided, it was like the first day of school all over, but this was a whole lot worse. It could be the end of his world forever for him, he could lose everything.
“Well done Lore, you have passed. In fact you aced the trials and scored perfectly. Therefore we, the gods, would like to offer you a job. You would become a higher being if you accepted, able to travel through realms as you please. From the first time we have allowed people to enter these trials, not one, except for you, has been able to release their true potential. We would like you to guide these people through the trials. Of course you cannot do the trials for them, nor can you help them with the actual tasks, but you can make sure they are ready to try the trials. Your payment would be something you truly care about, knowledge, and with that knowledge, power. You would be the “Guide of the Damned“. What do you say?”
Lore looked quite surprised by the offer but he gladly accepted. Such an offer was not exactly going to be turned down; he would have to be mad not to want to do this. Seconds later he was reunited with his body on a hospital bed, bruised and aching all over, but alive all the same. He had been stitched back up and his chest casing had been repaired. He didn’t tell anybody about the events that had happened to his spirit, but he somehow knew what he had to do.
From then on he went about his life as if nothing had changed, having fun and fulfilling his life’s dream. All the while he was the Guide of the Damned, helping people along their true path as he grew more powerful and more knowledgeable everyday of the world around him and the worlds beyond them. He was given knowledge by the gods, and they knew all of life’s secrets
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