Post by AppleShrapnel on Mar 31, 2012 17:46:52 GMT -5
[DISCLAIMER]- The following bio is exceedingly long, and features some degree of violence and... well, let's just say other mature material. I wrote this all out just about a year ago, and haven't really revised anything, but I do plan to before long, as the big upcoming patch will finally allow me to better realize the character. The reason I'm putting this here now, is that it's currently only on SPEAR's old boards which will eventually cease to be (we got a new website not too long ago), and I'm loathe to lose something I've put so much effort into. :S
Again, I feel I should stress that this is a bit dark and touches on things that might make your parents cringe... just sayin'. Also, to any mods that feel this is in any way inappropriate for the site, lemme know and I can either trim out the grisly bits, or at least give me time to post it somewhere else so I don't lose it completely. ^_^;[END DISCLAIMER]
That being said, the following is copy/pasta'd: ;D
My name is Partisan, once the High Exemplar of Steel of the Celestial Order. For centuries I lead defensive coordination against the unending hoard of demons and hellspawn that sought to extinguish all mortal life. For countless centruries we fought, steel and blood clashing above the clouds; the mortals we protected never the wiser to their potential fate of death, slavery... or worse.
One day saw a strange lull in the fighting. Both sides resting and planning for the infinite war... weary, I sought to either annihilate the forces that plagued us, or fall in battle, free of this burden regardless the outcome.
The initiative was approved, but only those that volunteered would go... less than a hundred did so. We came across the outter-most walls of the Infernal Keep after flying strong for several hours. None manned the ramparts, and the walls themselves were in horrid dis-repair... they had ever been the attackers, never the defenders. This boded well. The next wall we crossed put us over the main warcamp... gods, such a sight.
Haggard tents and blazing bonfires were strewn in all directions for miles. The ground resembling a mass of worms, writhing about. We glided in closer... the rank-and-file demonlings were convorting with scores of succubbi, reveling in the base pleasures of the flesh. Dotted among them were mortal women, their once golden and bronze skin cracked, pitted, and a sickly grey. Their eyes black and lifeless.
As I observed, I felt a sickening sensation welling up inside me; a bitter mix of grief and rage. Without hesitation, I raised my blade high, and let out a cry of utter fury. My brothers either followed my lead or were similarly affected by the sight before us, as they, too brandished their weapons and shouted curses at the fetid display.
The demonlings were caught unaware and unarmed, allowing my brethren and I cut through them with ease. Some of the hellspawn attempted to use their succbbi or mortal concubines as shields; while the mortals should have given us reason to pause, we all knew they were beyond any form of help. Death was a mercy... each one that fell simply added to the grief and rage that fueled me. In no more than an hour, the warcamp was barren of all life, save for us and the crimson sea we had created.
Despite our fury, we then ceased our attack; before us now lay the Infernal Keep itself. On its many balconies, we felt the prescence of hundreds of their generals and overlords, seering gazes turned toward us. While we dealt a mighty blow, we would stand no chance, despite our numbers; these great demons merely commanded from the tower, never joining a battle itself. Perhaps unnerved, they did naught but stare. Victorious, my men and I retreated back to the Order.
Days passed, and the horizon never filled with blackened wings nor dark steel. We had won.
Years later, I find myself and a handful of my finest soldiers, dearest friends all of them, summoned over one of the greatest human cities. Our objective was murderously simple; to raze every stone and soul. The humans had all been branded heretics, for they no longer believed in us. My brothers cast cold stares below their feet, hands tightening on blades that would soon cleave mortal flesh. They saw heathens and barbarians, fit only for culling, but... I saw something else.
It was as they said, the aura given by the city was dull and grey, instead of shimmering gold. They had forsaken us, but... they were happy. I dropped my head and closed my eyes. The men I counted as brothers and friends looked toward me, as I quietly spake, "I won't do this." A thundering voice boomed, driving the clouds from us, "HERETIC!" Columns of light enveloped my comrades. When the light faded, their blades shown like slivers of the sun itself. Such brilliance.
Suddenly, it all became clear to me. By bringing the fight to the demons, I had broken the Great Balance. Our unending war instilled man with a passive need of our precence, even if they never knew of the battles that raged over the clouds. In taking the Infernals out of the equation... WE, had taken their place. We had bloodlust instilled in our very beings from the ageless war, and suddenly, with no outlet, it had been turned toward those we were fighting to protect all along.
Their blades draw closer.
My weakness has damned this world and every soul on it; divine, infernal and mortal.
Their blades draw closer. The warmth is intoxicating.
My closest friends now look upon me as they would an Infernal. And bring their blades, imbued with light, down upon me... to forever banish me from this world, and sever the ties I have to Celestial power forever more.
Their blades draw closer. I have found peace.
My friends, my bretheren, I shall bear no ill will. You do not know that I have single-handedly destroyed all that which we held dear. None will ever realize that I have ended this world. None will ever hold me accountable for my actions... save for myself.
Their blades render my soul. The pain is indescribable, but i dererve nothing less... this is just.
-+-
When they struck me down that fateful day, I died. But we are immortal; death is not the end. My soul was sundered, and I passed on to this world, called Earth. But this passage was... not pleasant.
I was plunged into complete darkness. A darkness even more oppressive and forboding than a moonless night, with snarling, starved beasts nipping at your heels. It felt as though I was being accelerated, not merely falling, through the void; all I could hear was air rushing about... it was deafening. The winds were so strong, I feared they would tear my body apart. While I know only a moment or two actually passed, in my eyes it was hours... or was it days... weeks?
My arrival on Earth was no more enjoyable. A planar rift tore open high above the surface, and I, wreathed in flames both red and deep purple, screamed downward. Luckily, I harmlessly landed in the great ocean, sparing the landscape an unsightly scar. I wager I lay there on the ocean floor for several hours... much had I endured, and being embraced by cool waters and staring upwards at the sun piercing the water's surface was sublime.
-+-
Now, I tread the soil of a world besieged by chaos; my great wings of light reduced to jagged steel, and every shred of my celestial energy torn from me.
Now I protect mortals once again, with naught but strength and steel... just like an Infernal. A suitable punishment.
-+-
As I regain my stregnth, I feel my ties to Celestial energy rekindling... what I thought were extinguished embers, now glow brighter and brighter. Is it wrong... is it vain, to hope I can be fully remade in this new world? Perhaps this is simply the Great Balance at work. Earth is saturated in evil and malice... am I to interceed and stem the overwhelming tide of darkness here? Were my actions on my home world somehow dictated by this same balance..?
So many questions, so much uncertainty...
Some time ago, I sought to join one of Millineum City's supergroups, for alone I was helpless. One in particular caught my eye: S.P.E.A.R. They had been established long before my arrival, and I saw that the heroes whom called it home were steadfast and trustworthy individuals. I am truly honored to now be counted among their prestigious ranks.
-+-
"Look upon me and tremble, evildoers; the gods may grant mercy, but I only grant judgement."
Screenies: First one is a bit out-of-date, from when he was fresher. Updated version has Therakiel wings and a few minor additions (he's level 40 now, after all ).
Main costume I run around in is what most people would probably recognize me in... haven't played as him recently, but he hit up more than a few CC's the past several months. XD
Again, I feel I should stress that this is a bit dark and touches on things that might make your parents cringe... just sayin'. Also, to any mods that feel this is in any way inappropriate for the site, lemme know and I can either trim out the grisly bits, or at least give me time to post it somewhere else so I don't lose it completely. ^_^;[END DISCLAIMER]
That being said, the following is copy/pasta'd: ;D
My name is Partisan, once the High Exemplar of Steel of the Celestial Order. For centuries I lead defensive coordination against the unending hoard of demons and hellspawn that sought to extinguish all mortal life. For countless centruries we fought, steel and blood clashing above the clouds; the mortals we protected never the wiser to their potential fate of death, slavery... or worse.
One day saw a strange lull in the fighting. Both sides resting and planning for the infinite war... weary, I sought to either annihilate the forces that plagued us, or fall in battle, free of this burden regardless the outcome.
The initiative was approved, but only those that volunteered would go... less than a hundred did so. We came across the outter-most walls of the Infernal Keep after flying strong for several hours. None manned the ramparts, and the walls themselves were in horrid dis-repair... they had ever been the attackers, never the defenders. This boded well. The next wall we crossed put us over the main warcamp... gods, such a sight.
Haggard tents and blazing bonfires were strewn in all directions for miles. The ground resembling a mass of worms, writhing about. We glided in closer... the rank-and-file demonlings were convorting with scores of succubbi, reveling in the base pleasures of the flesh. Dotted among them were mortal women, their once golden and bronze skin cracked, pitted, and a sickly grey. Their eyes black and lifeless.
As I observed, I felt a sickening sensation welling up inside me; a bitter mix of grief and rage. Without hesitation, I raised my blade high, and let out a cry of utter fury. My brothers either followed my lead or were similarly affected by the sight before us, as they, too brandished their weapons and shouted curses at the fetid display.
The demonlings were caught unaware and unarmed, allowing my brethren and I cut through them with ease. Some of the hellspawn attempted to use their succbbi or mortal concubines as shields; while the mortals should have given us reason to pause, we all knew they were beyond any form of help. Death was a mercy... each one that fell simply added to the grief and rage that fueled me. In no more than an hour, the warcamp was barren of all life, save for us and the crimson sea we had created.
Despite our fury, we then ceased our attack; before us now lay the Infernal Keep itself. On its many balconies, we felt the prescence of hundreds of their generals and overlords, seering gazes turned toward us. While we dealt a mighty blow, we would stand no chance, despite our numbers; these great demons merely commanded from the tower, never joining a battle itself. Perhaps unnerved, they did naught but stare. Victorious, my men and I retreated back to the Order.
Days passed, and the horizon never filled with blackened wings nor dark steel. We had won.
Years later, I find myself and a handful of my finest soldiers, dearest friends all of them, summoned over one of the greatest human cities. Our objective was murderously simple; to raze every stone and soul. The humans had all been branded heretics, for they no longer believed in us. My brothers cast cold stares below their feet, hands tightening on blades that would soon cleave mortal flesh. They saw heathens and barbarians, fit only for culling, but... I saw something else.
It was as they said, the aura given by the city was dull and grey, instead of shimmering gold. They had forsaken us, but... they were happy. I dropped my head and closed my eyes. The men I counted as brothers and friends looked toward me, as I quietly spake, "I won't do this." A thundering voice boomed, driving the clouds from us, "HERETIC!" Columns of light enveloped my comrades. When the light faded, their blades shown like slivers of the sun itself. Such brilliance.
Suddenly, it all became clear to me. By bringing the fight to the demons, I had broken the Great Balance. Our unending war instilled man with a passive need of our precence, even if they never knew of the battles that raged over the clouds. In taking the Infernals out of the equation... WE, had taken their place. We had bloodlust instilled in our very beings from the ageless war, and suddenly, with no outlet, it had been turned toward those we were fighting to protect all along.
Their blades draw closer.
My weakness has damned this world and every soul on it; divine, infernal and mortal.
Their blades draw closer. The warmth is intoxicating.
My closest friends now look upon me as they would an Infernal. And bring their blades, imbued with light, down upon me... to forever banish me from this world, and sever the ties I have to Celestial power forever more.
Their blades draw closer. I have found peace.
My friends, my bretheren, I shall bear no ill will. You do not know that I have single-handedly destroyed all that which we held dear. None will ever realize that I have ended this world. None will ever hold me accountable for my actions... save for myself.
Their blades render my soul. The pain is indescribable, but i dererve nothing less... this is just.
-+-
When they struck me down that fateful day, I died. But we are immortal; death is not the end. My soul was sundered, and I passed on to this world, called Earth. But this passage was... not pleasant.
I was plunged into complete darkness. A darkness even more oppressive and forboding than a moonless night, with snarling, starved beasts nipping at your heels. It felt as though I was being accelerated, not merely falling, through the void; all I could hear was air rushing about... it was deafening. The winds were so strong, I feared they would tear my body apart. While I know only a moment or two actually passed, in my eyes it was hours... or was it days... weeks?
My arrival on Earth was no more enjoyable. A planar rift tore open high above the surface, and I, wreathed in flames both red and deep purple, screamed downward. Luckily, I harmlessly landed in the great ocean, sparing the landscape an unsightly scar. I wager I lay there on the ocean floor for several hours... much had I endured, and being embraced by cool waters and staring upwards at the sun piercing the water's surface was sublime.
-+-
Now, I tread the soil of a world besieged by chaos; my great wings of light reduced to jagged steel, and every shred of my celestial energy torn from me.
Now I protect mortals once again, with naught but strength and steel... just like an Infernal. A suitable punishment.
-+-
As I regain my stregnth, I feel my ties to Celestial energy rekindling... what I thought were extinguished embers, now glow brighter and brighter. Is it wrong... is it vain, to hope I can be fully remade in this new world? Perhaps this is simply the Great Balance at work. Earth is saturated in evil and malice... am I to interceed and stem the overwhelming tide of darkness here? Were my actions on my home world somehow dictated by this same balance..?
So many questions, so much uncertainty...
Some time ago, I sought to join one of Millineum City's supergroups, for alone I was helpless. One in particular caught my eye: S.P.E.A.R. They had been established long before my arrival, and I saw that the heroes whom called it home were steadfast and trustworthy individuals. I am truly honored to now be counted among their prestigious ranks.
-+-
"Look upon me and tremble, evildoers; the gods may grant mercy, but I only grant judgement."
Screenies: First one is a bit out-of-date, from when he was fresher. Updated version has Therakiel wings and a few minor additions (he's level 40 now, after all ).
Main costume I run around in is what most people would probably recognize me in... haven't played as him recently, but he hit up more than a few CC's the past several months. XD