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Name: Sarrus Sazveratii
Age: Actual age: 2000 years old (young for his race) = looks equivalent to 20- 25 in human years
Race: Core Demon: Close cousins to the Dragon Demons, The Core demons have a difference that stems into their very being. Each individual of this race has a "Core Crystal" that's embedded into their chest, right above the heart. It comes in many different shapes, sizes and colors, but it is guaranteed to always be there since they are born with it. This crystal is their life force, their soul, their power, their very essence. If it is destroyed they will die, If it is only broken, but everything is there it can be fixed. Same goes to if it is only cracked. If broken or cracked, it will drain them of energy, and they will be weakened until the damage is fixed.
Depending on the severity they can be put into a "healing sleep" that puts a protective barrier around the body, and puts them into a self-induced coma. If it is taken out of them; but still whole, they can take over the body of who is in its possession, and make it their own. If they are weak, the takeover is as easy as changing your clothes. However if the person is stronger than them, they have to wait until the possessor of their stone has used their power enough to be tainted by their "Core" once that has happened, they are able to integrate themselves into the host until it can be transformed into their own body again.
Though their "Core" is their power it is not elemental based, Core Demons may not get elements to fight but they have energy all on their own. They like to call it "Hystaria" not to be confused with hysteria. This is what they call their brand of magic, it gives them a single specific ability to master which could range from anything. They have noticed certain patterns with the colors of their "Core Crystals" but have yet to fully understand the connections.
Throughout their life, three more stones shall appear on their bodies at certain points in their life, they are not "Cores" though they are directly under the "Core" but instead they are called "
Sepa-Spheres". They are circular crystals or "
Spheres" that can be detached ("
Sepa") Separated) from the body to be used for their purpose. One of these spheres will appear when they have found and decided upon their mate.
(Matta-Sphere)They will then give that Sphere to their intended, and it will attach to them to show their claim, and to give their mate an added lifespan that will last as long as they are alive. It's like a shared lifespan except when one dies, the other can choose death or live out the rest of their original lifespan until they die or find another mate. This race in particular, though they have severely long lifespans, only believe in being with one mate for life, and they often choose death when their mate is killed.
Though this is fact, they can mate with any other race, so it's been known for their other to move on. The second stone gives them the ability to change into their "Dragon Form"
(Shiffa-Sphere) if the grip the stone in hand and call out their "Dragon's" name. Unlike normal Dragon Demons, Core's can't automatically do so, they first need to gain enough power and experience before the Stone appears, and once it does, they must fight their other half and defeat it, to have control of its power.
After the tasks are complete the stone will turn the color their "Dragon" represents and from then on can be used freely. The Third and last stone, will appear when they are on the brink of death for the first time. It will heal all their wounds and then leave behind an egg.
(Falia-Sphere) They must protect and carry around the egg until it decides to hatch. If something should happen to it beforehand they will lose the opportunity to have that third crystal. It can be stolen, broken, or even eaten, but the main thing is you must have it when it hatches or the stone will disappear forever. Inside the egg, (that will go through many different stages while in their possession, from size, color, pattern, and even shape.) will be a familiar made specifically for them, it will be their greatest companion, asset and friend. Once it accepts their companion it will transfer its energy into the Sphere, and the sphere will then glow a color that represents that familiar.
Calling upon their familiar for the first time gives them a unique weapon they can summon from their third crystal like they can summon their familiar. (It's optional for them to call their familiar back into their Sepa-Spheres, most like to let them roam whenever possible.) Losing a familiar, (especially one with a strong enough bond to understand each other.) is like losing a piece their soul. Should it die, it will severely weaken them, though they may regain their strength by years of retraining, it will never be the same and they will always feel that broken connection.
Class: Psychic Demonic Twin Blade
Title: Student
Sect Study: Ultris
: Blue
Appearance: Taller than most, he stands at 6'0" with a tail about 1 foot longer. He has a muscular build, lean but lightly bulky with skin as dark as midnight. His hair is on the opposite spectrum, being a shining silver blue; His thick messy locks cut in an A-line, frame his face nicely. Two sets of thick black curved horns spiral backwards from his head. The second pair of horns is smaller, and centered directly underneath the first set. His eyes blaze a bright golden yellow; with slit black pupils with a silver ring along the edge, the distinction of his eyes as they ley upon black sclera, makes it seem like they pierce your very soul. Next; were large black scales the protruded off his shoulders, tail, and smaller ones going down his forehead, following down until they met the tip of his nose.
Lastly was a feature that his entire race had, however not one was ever the same. Along his body were deep purple swirls of intricate design that eventually stemmed to his heart. There lay a rounded amethyst crystal stone that shone brightly with a warm glow. Only some of the markings could be seen since he was covered in a tightly fitted, dragon scaled, black armor that covered his chest, legs, and tail. The strongest point of the armor was the point where it covered the stone.
Personality: Cold on the outside, caring on the inside.
He's a very tactical and analytical person, always thinking things through before he does them. He hasn't had anyone to open up to so he's not very talkative, but every action he does has meaning behind it. Growing up with his race made him develop a mask of sorts. On the outside he seems to be cold and unreachable, but inside he will care, and will show you through the actions he does for you. He's one of the kindest people you will ever meet, though most who encounter him tend to be afraid of him at first site, since he has a very intimidating look about him.
Though he won't show too much expression until he completely trusts you; if you learn to read him, the signs he always gives you are clearly painted on his face, whether it's a twitch of his brow, or crinkling of his eyes, or even possibly just tensing of the shoulders. Even if you don't see them at first, they're in there.It explains more when you sum him up in single words. He can be… Caring, Soft, Kind, Sweet, Smart, Sarcastic, funny, Slightly Childish at Times, Giving, Cuddly, Protective, Fierce, Ruthless When Needed, Strong, Brave(though he has a fear of the ocean/dark deep waters.), Deadly. He can be all these things and more, but you'll only find out when he trusts you enough to show you.
Weapon(s): Two double-sided blades that he can summon, Small Dagger, Bow/Quiver full of arrows, Tail, and His Familiar. (Does not have his Matta/Shiffa-Spheres.)
Abilities/Magic: Core Demon Hystaria, Psychic Abilities ("Core" Ability), Skilled with His Summon Blades, Decent Archery Skills, summoning, Dragon form.
Hystaria: The ability to manipulate a mater closely resembling gravity. Using it gives the user the ability to stick others to walls, crush them with enough force to the point of immobility, or create a dense ball of energy. it's looks like an inky ball of black with sparks of the idividuals "Core" color.
Core Abilities: (If used too much (more than 12 hours or excessive use) becomes exhausted for around 6 hours before recharge.)
Aura reading: Perception of energy fields surrounding people, places and things. (Basic/Mastered)
Divination: Gaining insight into a situation, most commonly through a ritual. (Basic/Mastered)
Psychokinesis or telekinesis:The ability to manipulate objects by the power of thought. (Basic/Mastered)
Enhanced Strength:Automatically augment's user's strength once achieved. (Basic/Mastered)
Umbraportation: the power to teleport via the shadows and darkness. (Basic/Mastered)
Object Manipulation: to alter an object's inner workings, e.g. unlocking a door. (Basic/Mastered)
Bilocation or multilocation:Being in multiple places at the same time. (Advanced/Mastered)
Telepathy: Transfer of thoughts or emotions in either direction. (Advanced/Mastered)
Transvection: Bodily levitation and flying. (Advanced/Mastered)
Empathy: The ability to read the thoughts of animals and nature. (Master/Mastered to a degree can't understand all animals yet.)
Force Fields: to condense the air around oneself in order to make protective shields, e.g. deflecting bullets. (Can hold for only 10 minutes before he's exhausted)
Illusion Manipulation: The ability to manipulate what others perceive is real or not. (Can hold for only 10 minutes before he's exhausted)
Stasis Field: to slow an object's molecules to the point that it stops all motion. (Can only hold for 1-5 seconds, did it on accident the first time.)
History: (IT WILL BE FIXED BY ....3:30! )
When he was born, his parents were proud. They had a son, and the healers said he had the potential to be great, and powerful. If it was one thing Core Demons loved, it was the knowledge of birthing a strong offspring to continue their line. His mother doted on him as he was growing up and his father a reserved affection. He was happy, and he loved his parents with all his heart, which his parents noticed.
Now, you may think that's normal, but for a core demon, it's more common for the child to glare, feel detached, be rebellious, try to challenge their parents authority to be the "Top dog" as you would say, or just give them looks of reluctant acceptance knowing they only had to deal with it till they became of "Adult" age.
Sarrus wasn't like that at all, he enveloped the attention of his parents with open arms, always followed orders, never lifted a figure out of line, always tried to impress his parents, or tell them that they meant everything to him. They thought it was odd, but assumed he would grow out of it, or was simply taking a different strategy to appease them and their coddling.
They left it to the back of their minds for the most part, only being surprised every once in a while if the child said, he loved them, helped injured animals he would find around the forest when they allowed him to explore around their house. It was away from the citadel, but its close enough to get there when they needed to. No one would be able to find their house unless they've been there before. His parents found themselves appreciating this fact more and more as time went on, not wanting anyone else to break the delusion their son was only a
little odd.
They realized with no small amount of disappointment, that their son, for all his ability and future strengths, was too gentle. They wanted him to grow out of this phase quickly, but would soon realize that would never be.
At the tender age of 500 years old was when the reality of it really hit home for his parents. That year was when a war broke out. It as between their kingdom, and the one in the east, all the cities and towns that resided on either side were viciously attacked without mercy. There were raids, fires, randomized attacks, murders, rapes, kidnappings and even tortures.
To think all this happened because one of the Kings insulted the others taste in decor. You probably can't imagine how much can get done in a place that takes defense at such a small thing one moment, and starts a war the next, but somehow they manage. It's usually their mate's that keep them and their egos in check, not wanting to lose their other half anytime in the near future.
Sarrus's father was part of the kingdoms military. So Like the good mate his mother was, she decided both he and his mother needed to help his father with the fighting. It was at this point they realized he wouldn't grow out of peaceful nature in time, nor was he reluctantly accepting their lavishing him with attention. When they got to the other kingdom, Sarrus was terrified but determined. Then his father had asked him proudly how excited he was to be able to make his first kill at such an early age, when Sarrus replied that he didn't want to kill anyone but help them, it was plain to see it was not the answer his father or mother was looking for. He managed to keep himself alive during their rime there before they took him home. He was in shock with how much blood and death he was made witness too.
His parents explained he needed to get used to it, because this was how their world worked, being a secluded little boy made it hard to accept that what he thought was a peaceful life was full of fighting like that all the time. He had nightmares for a few months; it didn't help his parents left him alone during the raids to go fight. Knowing he would be useless. They would return covered in blood and laughing about the looks on other's faces as they died. He eventually got used to it, but he was determined to not join in the fighting.
The war only lasted 5 years. That was a very short time for a race that can hold a grudge for a good few hundred years at the least. It was thanks to a piece offering to both kingdoms that times were peaceful once more. Well it would have been for Sarrus, if his father hadn't gotten fed up with his soft personality. After the war, his father decided he needed to learn how to use weapons, needed to be able to hunt and kill like a normal child of their race would love to do. His father thought that maybe starting low and killing animals would break the softness that had a hold on his son, and bring out the ruthlessness that was in all of them.
His father drilled him for years. With all the strictness he used to teach his subordinates, he never when easy, teaching him survival skills, basic self-defense combat that he would later need to build on when came into his powers, taught him how to use a dagger, and his weapon field of choice, which was archery.
However his son showed little interest in the archery field, taking more interest in the dagger then the bow. His farther decided he should try learning swordsmanship. Sarrus was taken to a weapon shop where he had to look around the store until something caught his eye. That was the day he got his first double ended sword, it was simple in design, and small enough for him to use, and when his father finally began to teach him in the art, he exceled brilliantly. His father's hopes for a fierce and strong offspring were renewed, thinking he just needs the right outlet he began to train his son into the ground.
96 years passed before his powers finally manifested for the first time, His father had been sparring with him. It was common knowledge to him at this point of his father's views on getting hit. "If you get hit you deserve it, you're still too weak if you can't even block" his father would say to him every time he got an injury in their not so friendly "spars", whether it be small or severe it didn't matter. It was still weakness.
His power appeared when he missed an attack on his father because of a feint, still being slower from lack of experience; he accidently left his torso open. He was about to be impaled on his father's sword before something in him snapped, the sword was thrust out of his father's hands and stuck into a tree. They both were chocked for a moment, before his dad smirked and told him congratulations. By now he knew not to show it on his face, but it didn't stop Sarrus from being ecstatic at his father's praise.
They finished his weapons training that year. He was now 601 years old, and that age, marked one of the most long and grueling parts of his life. His father had upped the ante with his training, becoming one of the most ruthless and heartless men he had ever known. He kept telling himself it was because his father loved him and wanted him to be strong, to protect himself and survive their worlds… but some days he wasn't so sure.
99 years was spent testing his limit, surpassing said limit and figuring out how it could best be used. Unlike most children that manifest their power, who find all that they can do at their limits and learn a little in each, before going to the next stage.
Sarrus was forced to master each and, every ability he had found, only working on one until he got to the point of it being second nature. After that has been done, then he was allowed to move on and learn another. He mastered three out of the six basic skills he could learn. It may seem like a long time to only learn three, but usually it takes years of one's life and experience they have all the time in the world to master them, so it was quite an accomplishment to get to the level he was at with them. Although when your father doesn't seem to mind if you die during training, it's quite the motivator to keep going.
IT was around his 700 birthday Sarrus started noticing his parents seemed to be drifting away. Before where he was showered with love and affection for his mother, was now small smiles and pats on the head and leaving him to his own devices. Things that used to me small rituals between them started to slowly trickle away till they no longer happened. She stopped reading to him about his family line and what they accomplished, stopped making sure he came in for dinner, or that he was patched up after spars.
His father was harder to notice at first, always being strict and reserved. Then Sarrus realized the personality he was used to for training never left his father any more, he continued to act like a commanding officer to him even when it was time to go home and relax. Where the used to sit in the study and make small talk, or create battle plains together. Though Sarrus still didn't like the idea of fighting someone to the death, not counting his training, he still enjoyed the time strategizing with his father. He also stopped giving him little compliments here and there. When they started training for the first time he would occasionally through in a gruff compliment in to be encouraging, or to let him know he did well. Now it was grunts and glares.
He decided to see if he could figure out the cause by looking in their library, he found a book titled "Familial Behavior and Stages of Life with Your Offspring." It offered a lot of information to first time parents, and some things he probably didn't want to know till later, but it also answered his question. Finding out your parents stop loving you after 800 years, is pretty traumatizing for someone like Sarrus.
From then on he continued to worry about losing their love, trying to keep a hold of it any way possible. Scheduling outings with his mother; helping her around the house, whenever he wasn't sparing with his father, training harder than ever without complaint to show his father he appreciated the training. He wanted to make them proud, and he wanted them to love him, but as he spent nights lying awake in bed from nightmares, he subconsciously knew it was already too late. There was nothing he could do.
Age 800 came and went; his fears came true as his parents told him to find his own place when he was still 798 years old. He refused to leave completely, afraid something would happen to his family and he couldn't be around to help. Instead he decided taking residence in the forest of his old home was a better idea, making a small house and a small garden to keep him from the cold.
He likes to think, his parents still loved him deep down, and that's why they never chased him off their land, because he knew that they were aware of his presence there. But truthfully, they were just fine that he was out of their immediate vicinity. Though, he wouldn't come to terms with it for some time yet.
He spent another hundred years trying to master his other 3 basic abilities, while stopping by his old house to converse with his parents. They always greeted him with a glare {by his father} and a tight smile {his mother}. Although conversation is stiff it goes well, and they have yet to tell him to stop, so the small little child him that still dares to hope is put further in denial of their "lost" affection. Books and scriptures be damned.
He began to think that maybe his parents were just set in thinking he will turn out like all the other common children, that he will start to hate them, that's why they distanced themselves. It was so they wouldn't be hurt by his juvenile animosity. This conclusion gave him a reason to hold onto, and he was resolute in finding a way to prove he would never change into such a hateful son. From then on he tried to do anything to make himself be accomplished in this world, hoping to impress his parents enough to get them to talk like they used to.
It wasn't until he was 900 years old that he knew what he would do to get the recognition of his father. Another war had broken out, way worse than the first one he was witness too when he was younger, all four kingdoms were at war this time. Someone had assassinated the mate of the Northern king, he blamed all other kingdoms until the culprit was found, and would not rest until they were. It would seem he wasn't ready to die with his mate just yet, revenge being the forefront of his mind he managed to push back his grief and start one of the longest wars their race has ever seen.
No one was safe from the northern king's rage. He sent armies to slaughter people in the dead of night and it was pure terror everywhere you looked. Sarrus's race was prideful to a fault; they didn't even think to ask the other regions if they could help stop the war, even if that meant the expense of their people. He started to think, that maybe they didn't mind. So many of his race loved to slaughter others, when wars happened, it was the only time they could fully let loose without repercussions.
Despite that thought, he made the decision to join the ranks of the military. This war meant his family was in danger until it was over, and he would do everything in his power to protect them. Hopefully when it was over, his parents would realize he wasn't going to give up on them so easily.
This year was the same year other people besides his parents noticed his oddities. It happened when he was sent out for the first time. One of the other recruits, around his age got sliced in the back of the leg, and was about to speared in the face. Sarrus was close enough to stop it, so he did. The look of shock on both the recruit and their attacker was only a little disconcerting. But he quickly disarmed the attacker and blew him across the field. He then turned around to check on the other recruit, asking if they were ok and needed help. Sarrus wasn't sure if they were male or female till they spoke, but even then it was touch and go. They asked why he would leave his post to help someone weaker than him. Sarrus was confused, but answered the boy anyway. "It was the right thing to do" was all he said before helping the other up, supporting his weight and fighting through the rest of the horde till they could get to safety.
NOT DONE..Ran out of time, friends stealing me for a surprise birthday party for me
((I also drew a picture of him...minus the armor/wepons...and clothes...lol it was a quick sketch and then a very rush coloring, just so I could show what he looks like.))
