Character Profile
Name: Avalon Azure.
Age: 1028.
Gender: Male.
Race: Half-Archdaemon (Formerly human).
History: As a young boy, Avalon showed a vast aptitude for magick. Orphaned at birth, he was adopted by an archmage named Cyrus Nox. Nox dubbed him Azure (due to the shining blue hue of his eyes) and raised him as his apprentice, teaching him to harness his potential. Although Avalon was happy in his life with Cyrus, he grew impatient, as all young boys do. He felt his master was holding him back, and eventually couldn't stand it anymore. At the age of fifteen, Avalon secreted into Cyrus' study, and stole the most impressive looking tome he could find. The brash young wizard flicked to a random page, and chose the first spell his finger landed on. Oh, but how cruel fate can be.
As Avalon spoke allowed the words, and wove his magicka into the spell, the air around him began to crackle. His elation with the power he felt soon faded, as he felt it growing far beyond his control. Suddenly, the floor infront of him exploded into the room, and there, floating before him amidst the dust and flames was a horrifying creature. A man, tall by any standards, his skin as black as pitch in midnight, eyes as red as the boy's were blue. His dark hair flowed behind him like creeping tendrils. Worst of all, most terrifying, was his smile. Fanged and glistening white, a horrible contrast to the black of his skin, he grinned wider than any human could, and stared intently at Avalon.
He landed, drifting down as though flight were perfectly natural for a man with no wings, and pulled one of the blood red drapes from the wall, wrapping it around his waist with a single motion.
"Well now..." the being said in a voice like ice forming on cold steel, "... Aren't you a peach."
Avalon's breath halted, as though the creature's icy hands were clasped around his lungs. He forced himself to stand firm, although his voice betrayed his fear.
"I... summoned you?"
"It would seem so. I should thank you... of course I wont..." it smiled wider, "But I should."
The creature was a Archdaemon, from the furthest ring of Hell. It's name was Myzren, and if allowed to go free, it would tear the world asunder. All this Avalon knew, somehow, as sure as he knew he needed air to breath and a heart to live. With that knowledge, the boy found strength. He had summoned the creature, so he had to contain it.
The fight, such as it was, didn't last long. Avalon found himself outmatched from the start, and quickly came to realise he didn't stand a chance of sending the daemon back to hell. In desperation, he did all he could think of. He took a sword from his master's wall, and charged Myzren. The archdaemon's overconfidence would be his undoing. Myzren simply outstretched his arms and took the blow, sure it wouldn't do much to a daemon of his standing. But Avalon had no intention of killing the beast. The young made summoned forth all his magicka, and forced it through the sword, now embedded in Myzren's chest. In a flash of blue and red, azure and sanguine, the spell was cast. When the dust cleared, Avalon stood alone, grasping the now jet black sword in his hands. Myzren was imprisoned within, held there by every ounce of Avalon's magick.
Since that day, Avalon has been cursed with immortality, that he could act as the daemon's jailer for all eternity.
Personality: Over one thousand years of lonely torment have turned the once happy boy into a secluded man. After losing his ability to cast, he learned to wield the sword he was stuck with, and became a fierce warrior, honing his skills through battle and bloodshed. Over the centuries, he has faced six wars, appearing always out of nowhere, simply landing on the battlefield and carving through whichever side he felt was in the wrong. His deeds earned him the title "White Wolf", and he has gone down in history as both a hero, and a tyrant.
Character Facts/Traits: 1) Myzren recently broke free of his thousand-year-old prison, and escaped into the night after a grueling battle with Avalon. Since that day, Avalon has not been seen, but has now returned to Gaia to stand against what he called "The Seventh War".
2) After his sword, The Black Fang of Myzren, shattered when the daemon broke free, Avalon has regained his ability to use magick. He now fights with the fragments of the blade, the "Shards of Myzren".
3) While Myzren was contained within The Fang, his proximity to Avalon was like a venom, seeping through the former-mage's magick and polluting him. As a result, Avalon himself was slowly, steadily changed into a half-archdaemon. Although a lot of the physical traits he picked up have receded since Myzren broke free (His white hair, sanguine eyes when he's angry, claw-like fingernails) he has retained the chalk-white skin and fang-like canine teeth.
