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Arctic
Player ID: 216076
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Regeneration : 15
Energetic immunity : 22
Trade sense : 14
Briskness : 24
Initiative : 10
Defence : 19
Attack : 31
Power : 12
Luck : 3
Sun God Armour
Gladiator
Principle of Syntropy = 158
Darkness Principle = 16
Time Principle = 11
Principle of Imagination = 1
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His born was one of unknown ways, he never remembered how he was born or who his parents was, most of his childhood memories lay alone and lost,  he remembers he was born in the cold place, the valleys of endless white and plain colors, he wandered for many years, he learnt to survive in this cold place, alone, it was a desert of ice, he always considered it,  with the strong body of a man, slim and tall, always carrying sincerity and bluntness, his loneliness lead him to begin the ways of meditations before someone teaching him how to, he began his ways into the nirvana long before he would know about them. Every day he took his time and explored into his self , reaching deeper into his soul, he found nothing but confusion, the infinite walls and sides, the oblicous shape, a fractal, expanding and contracting, at the same time and without a rhythm, he grew stronger,  and found out about the humans, about their lives and their towns, he found this knowledge out of nowhere, deep into the fractal, venturing into its tides and uncontrollable movement, he saw a library, and hundreds of gates, they all with a strange lock in the shape of the tomoe, three magatamas colliding,  the first one was open, the one to the far left of this strange library, walking softly he entered and the knowledge of a white vision, the life of a wolf,  all of its memories coming upon his body, he understood, the fractal was his soul, his essence, and every door was a physical body and memories locked away after this body died,  the story of the white wolf came to him.

The wolf

As being a put in the northern tundra, he was raised in the family with another 4 siblings, they all males and sons of the alpha couple, their parents, the life in the tundra was hard, and his white skin was always a protection, his brothers and his father eventually teach him how to fight. The pack was one of 6 wolves and one day a strange black wolf appeared, he was a loner, scars covered his body, he became the omega, on wolf following the pack, but not accepted into it, the pup soon grew, and became strong, the values of a wolf within him, the omega, had grew closer to the pack and was allowed to fight and hunt with then, it became their life, new grow pup had great values, he was loyal and courageous, he face danger and would protect his loved ones until the end, he was an example of greatness, but then, the day came, when he and his father were hunting, the fog was thick, his senses never failing him, he was an assassin by blood, his father leading him. As they walked he suddenly stopped and heard his father growling,  surprised by this he saw the black silluete, the envious wolf, wishing to rule the pack attacked his father by surprise and soon , and after a fierce battle, his father fell wounded to the ground, he entered the fight to help his father, but he was late, the surprise took his father down, and he being young and never battled another of his race, was helpless against the black wolf, getting severely wounded as well, and bleeding, he saw the black wolf disappear, noticing his father, he saw a mark of death on his throat, and saw how he bleed to death, cursing the black wolf, he swore for revenge, yet his wounds were getting a sting on his body, and the blood was lacking for him, with valor, he walked, sensing the smell of his mother to return to the pack, dragging the dead body of his father with him, he finally stood on a cliff and saw the pack, ruled by the dark wolf. He tried to move, but his wounds and the cold had weakened, his body was unable to move again, and he died next to his father, due to the betrayal of the dark wolf. 

This life marked Arctic’s loyalty and courage, his strong will and his distrust towards others, even the slight show of menace towards his kin will brought Arctic an aggressive side, defending what he loves and cares to death. Vengative and strong, his attitude is fierce and feisty; he’s silent and stealth due to this.

 

The gust of wind made him open his eyes, looking upwards to the sunshine, he was awakened and outside the fractal, he was confused and his eyes were blurry. After coughing several times he gained strength to stood up, it all was different, the unlocking of the door, made it disappear, fusing itself with the rest and becoming a part of the everything, he realized now the wolf essence was into him. The eyes and the senses, the physical changes and the new ability to manipulate the tundra elements, the cold air, the ice, the water, he was able to see the atoms themselves  in the universe of the frozen, he could manipulate them, he was fed by them.

Keeping into his walk, he found himself this new strength, and helped his survivor greatly, he was now one ice elemental, and he was proud of it, as he kept on walking, he never had a purpose a clear quest or drive, but he was hollow, and he felt the loneliness hurt deep within him, and this was the drive, he wanted to find others, a home.

After a long time of wandering, years mastering his control on the ice and mist, he discovered a city, his leather clothing, strange for the residents, were a cause for him to be ignored, he saw this lively place a warm and good world, different of such he had lived in, he wandered for some time, and eventually lost his faith, he sat in the floor a night, he kept staring to the sky, and closing his eyes, he fell into a deep slumber, away from his life, and again inside of the fractal, seeking a way to unlock the second door.

He did not know how much time it passed until he was awaken, his clothing was gone, and he was dressing one strange yet delicate bottom, it was a very soft fabric, he was surprised, where was he, he wondered. His now amber eyes discovered a temple like place, it was golden and the ceiling was tall, dust can be felt in the air, and he smelled the presence of humans. Looking down his wrists, he found out in chains, he had learned the language of the place, yet he spoke no words, he was confused and leaned down his head, closing his eyes in desperation he found himself standing next to the tomoe, in the second gate,  in times of anguish, and in front of the evil human ways, he found himself entering the gate, it was opening, and in a rush against his mind, his eyes saw his past, the story, of the lightning master.

The Lightning Master

The cloudy skies, in a dark place, buildings of stone surrounding the earth and the skies, the walls of a immense structure, a cave like dome, this was the place of born of him, his life was spent into training, since child, he grew learning the techniques of those of his family, fascinated on his abilities, he was once in the age of soon adult, to a sacred place, this place, was the outside of the dome, before he could reach the exit, he was left alone, this was something unknown for him, his simple objective was to reach a sacred stone located a few distance from the exit itself, he was courageous, and within a moment of climb, he saw the sunlight but then he saw a strange place, one land with cloudy skies and lightning striking every where he would look at, in fear, he ran to the stone, visible and with great size, feeling safe near it, he touched it as he was struck by the lightning, he then in contact with the stone, entered a trance, the lightning, combined with the sorcery of the stone, was fused into his soul, and became the physical show of his emotions, red for anger and red for will, he was now, he had become now, a low hearted, double minded and hypocritical, assassin, he was trained for it in the arts of deceive and in the art of murder, he was a liar, he was a low person, but he has attained his power.

 

After this power, he jumped out of the gate, breaking his meditation, he could not take this low emotions, he would not know if his body and soul was impregnated by this hollow ways, he hated the assassins and their ways, he hated their nature and he rejected them as a being, he woke up of the meditation, the lightning power now amongst his veins, he knew of this, combined with his 1stgate ability, would make a great weapon.

The days passed in this place, he soon found out with others it was a human “Market place” he did not think about it, he did not care about his life, until one day, one day, he received the news, he had been bought, and then, brought to the presence of such client, he saw a woman, he had seen many on his days in the city, but this one was different, her curves and beautiful eyes, her bronze skin, and the purple eyes, the black hair and the seductive hair, she was one he would not forget.

As he was taken from the Market, he reached a kingdom, and he was briefed by this woman, named Jocelyn, he was nothing but a companion to the Queen, a queen in distress due to the abandonment of his husband due to war, she was alone, and she seek for company, the queens first slave Jocelyn was dismissed and he was alone with the queen.

After some time he realize the queen was a good hearted woman, yet an alone one, he was loyal and obedient, her protection was her concern, and his abilities had grew stronger, his control over the lightning and the ice was exceptional, and the queen saw his power, and all in all, she fell in deep love for him, but for her distress, he.. He had fallen for Jocelyn, and she realized this.

In rage for her broken heart, the queen executed Jocelyn, and punished him with cruelty, she did not hate him, neither had he hated her, but anger and jealousy grew within her, and her son Vance, realizing the execution of Jocelyn grieved for he was always, secretly, in love for her.

In his grudge Vance attempted to kill him, yet he was stronger by much, and defeated him, thrice he tried and thrice he failed, and the fourth time he sent another yet once again that other was defeated, and in middle of a grudge and unfairness, in the middle of the hate against him, and in the middle of that rage, he managed to open the third gate, the paladin.

 

The Paladin

The nobility was a great asset, and the life in the high ranks was comfortable, his training carried on in the vast city, immense and protected, the order he was, and the one he grew, was an order of demon slayers, haters of the impure nature of this beings, in a holy war against those fighting against the earth against the planet, against the sky. He was formed and taught in the ways of a knight, noble and courageous, he was loyal and he was strong, he soon became a very famous warrior amongst the vast city.

One night, the menace happened, the invasion had begun, the army of demons were at the gates, and in bravery his white armor and his diamond sword, one attained in his adventures, he readied himself and entered first into the battle, the power of the good will and holiness kept his blade unstained from the blood of those filthy creatures, those demons he abolished, one by one were defeated, but it was stronger, after what the wave of them seem to have been destroyed, the chaos came, the lord of them all came upon in a massacre, his fellows and friends dying facing him, he ran towards this demon and engaged the battle, but his powers were below the demons, and  he was fatally wounded, yet.. He reached a place, out of this world. This universe, in another realm, and was granted by the gods, due to his faithfulness not to them, but to the rightful ways, the power of the earth, and the holy light in his sword. Returning again to his life, he saw the demon lord striking the citizens and destroying the vast city, standing up with his blade shining white, in a beam standing towards the sky, his muscled tensed and became hard as steel, his body was imbued with the earth itself, and again in battle with this demon, he managed to swiftly cut all of his limbs, his sword cutting trough anything impure, like it was cutting trough air, he saw himself victorious, yet on the fatal blow, the demons blood was on his body, and this blood poisoned him, causing his death, yet saving the vast city, in his last, holy battle.

 

After awakening from this, he realized he now had the earth and holy power, whether he was on the verge of destruction and his enemy was an impure being against nature, he held his eyes up and went to the queen, she then, telling him to marry her, and become her king, he refused. The queen in sadness fell for a depression, and the unavoidable happened, the king heard of it, and sent a squad of assassins against him, and also looked to kill him himself, as a vengeance for stealing his wife’s heart.

In his meditations, the queen running to her love, allowed him to realize of the kings intentions and prepared his escape, and in a last kiss on his lips, he gave her a sword, a katana forged in the diamond as the deepest treasure the queendom had, he agreed to take it,  as he was leaving the hatred, and escaped faraway, to roam on the lands, to be alone again, and to walk aimless, alone, the way he had begun, but this time he was a powerful warrior, he had his purpose clear, he had the strength in his heart to build his own place, and protect it, he then, wandered again in search for a place to begin, walking alone, he reached another place, far to the south, darkness around, he felt confident and walked into these lands, even though his heart, sensing the betrayal and bloodshed of this place. He did not stop, and he entered the dark road, a road filled with demons yet his heart leading him this way, he did not know why, but he knew it would give him a way to finally disappear this hateful past. in the end of this road, near one strange city, he found his nemesis, Vance, and Salondru, father and son, king and prince, and they engaged combat against him, and in the middle of the battle, inside the fractal, the tomoe shined, and the 4th gate opened, he then saw the story, of the Mist Shade.

The Mist shade

In the realm of the shadow cities, the races of the shades gathered, these beings, being a spiritual manifestation of the soul, near the underworld, and considered by humans as death themselves. They lived down near the gates of the underworld, yet they lingered around the world, their abilities to be and exist, wherever the shadow was, helped them to roam anywhere in the world, and to wander aimless in the realm of humans. This creature was a curious one, and entered a dark city, due to the amount of shadow, it wandered around the place, and learned about the city’s citizens, it grew fond to the place and stood there for decades, as he saw the city grow. In the time it was learning and filling itself with knowledge. The magical arts in the castle wizards increased, becoming powerful with time, and becoming aware of the shade’s presence, to the point, a group of them, was sent to hunt it down, believed this to cause death among those nearby. The naïve creature was lovingly, and has a warm behavior, it was nothing but a soul with shadow shapes, it welcomed the magicians with love and trust, yet again, this ones casting the light on her, burning her spirit and shape, and she was driven off again, in betrayal for those it cared for. It dreamed and disappeared into the underworld.

After exiting this gate, he then discovered about the shade, and trained his abilities with this Ice mist, learning, thanks to the gate opening, the principles of the “I think, I exist” giving him the power to become mist, or mist become him on his mere thought, but only and only if that place had mist already, his mist was his being and if there was no mist he could not appear. Proud of his new ability, he fought the king and the son, obliterated them both, and in sorrow, burying their bodies, he walked away from the dark city, and once again, roamed the world in search for those to build his place, his home.

 

 

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