Status: Hellspawn Savior
Appearence: *Coming Soon*
Name: Sharu
Age: 30
Race: Parallel Human
Player Level: Strong
Power Level: Very Strong
Prize for Victory: Nethicite Bangle (Nullify Magickal and 20% Energy Based attacks!)
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 205 lb.
Hair: Black and silver
Eyes: Crimson flecked with glowing aqua
Weapons:
Featherblow- Twin long daggers, the blades of which are crafted to resemble a series of feathers. A breeze can always be felt coming off of the blades.
Obelisk- A titanic obsidian blade covered in ancient runes. As you look upon this blade, you notice a distortion around it that seems to cause everything around it to slow down.
Apocolypse 2- A wicked looking sword made by unknown means. The metal of this blade seems to constantly change from that of blasted steel, to a smokey translucent metal, to a deep crimson. The air around this sword seems to burn with an intensity akin to the sun but the metal is cool as ice.
Abilities: Summon Familiars, Draw Techniques, Nethicite Bangle, Gilgamesh Soul.
Familiars and subordinants:
Kazei- One of Sharu's 'sons', the younger of the two. Kazei is both cruel and sadistic, taking pleasure from the slightest sight of blood. Upon such sight, a sound, a kind of squeek might be heard from him. A near permanant feature to him is his twisted grin which seems to only grow larger with the more blood he spills. Carefree to a fault, Kazei never seems angry when he fights and is supremely confident in his skills as well as his hydrolic spike gloves.
Dirk- One of Sharu's 'sons', the eldest of the two. Dirk is a stark opposite to Kazei, disciplined and calculating. Dirk opposes Kazie's lack of tactics in battle and always fights in a style which expends as little energy as possible. Wielding two inverted scimitars with such precision and deadly speed, Dirk has never so much as broken a sweat in a battle. Though he seems emotionless, Dirk always seems to be in deep thought, though what he thinks about is only known to him as when he speaks about it, he only says the Third.
Deathscythe- A disturbed creature, though diminuative in size when on the physical plane, no one dares to contest this Tonberry-esque monstrosity because it carries a wicked black weapon etched in hellfire from which it derives it's name. This god among midgets is endowed with the powers of death and shadow magickry. While normally existing outside of existance, Deathscythe enjoys popping into the mortal plane through the shadow realm to scare the bejesus out of it's victims before it reaps their souls for consumption. When it enters the Mortal Plane, Deathscythe uses it's shadow magic to form an illusion around itself giving it the guise of Death himself. Although it prefers this tactic, sometimes Deathscythe pops in as itself to lure it's victims into a false sense of security before felling them. Altogether this wicked little creature is not something to underestimate or even trifle with.
Fenrir- A hellhound in every sense of the word. Fenrir was once a titan amongst gods but was cast down when he attempted to seduce the queen of the Valkyries. For this, the once proud and mighty god was transformed into a lowly wolf and cast down into the pit of hell. But not before the Queen took her personal vengence out on Fenrir, cutting out his eyes and setting him ablaze. After being cast down, Fenrir seemed doomed to suffer an eternity of endless agony, blind and burning, bound forever in seemingly unbreakable chains in a pit of foul burning filth so rank a mere wiff could kill any mortal person. For five hundred years Fenrir howled in agony, his once flawless flesh turned mangy mane now long since burned away across his back, forelegs, and the upper portions of his head, though the fire never seemed to dim or purge more flesh. Though Fenrir would be in constant agony, his mind would ponder these things until he realized the flames set upon him by the Queen were not what was causing his pain but rather that of the flames surrounding him. With one mighty roar, Fenrir discovered that in her folly, the Queen of the Valkyries had in actuality endowed him with more power than he could ever imagine, that single, empowering howl causing the flames of his own body to turn bright blue and die the nigh unquenchable flames around him. This one torment at an end, Fenrir was now able to concentrate harder than before and ascertain the true extent of his powers as well as his new mission. He would make it his personal quest to hunt down, kill, and feast upon all Valkyries, taking their powers as his own. However, one task still awaited him before he could escape, that was to break the bindings keeping him in his prison. This task should not have been an easy one as these bindings were designed to ensnare gods and even more powerful beings. To this day, no one knows how he managed to escape his bindings, though the collar and shackles designed to hold a god are still attached to his body, as well as several links of the chains forged in hellfire by godly magicks.
Torment- Known as Hell's Executioner, this umbering hulk of a beastly man was in life a murderer of legendary portent, his exploits including that of silencing an entire kingdom in a fortnight with nary a survivor nor hero to tell tales or bring him to justice. So black was this man's heart and so great and terrible his feats, that Hell itself opened and swallowed him whole, not to save the world from his acts but to make of him their greatest soldier. Now a thousand years after his internment into Hells ranks, Torment has lost all sense of humanity, even his name in life is no longer known to him, only one thing resides in his twisted and corrupt mind, and that thing is to bring to the world above his new namesake. This hellish creature's body reflects that of his heart, a twisted mockery of humanity with murderous intent imbeded in every sinule. To show appriciation of his rank and promise, a very special axe was forged for him by Beelzebub personally. Amongst the devilish items put into the making of this blade were feathers which Beelzebub plucked from his own blackened wings, these giving the collosal blade an uncanny lightness for those of a darker persuasion and ensuring that no being of either neutrality or good would ever be able to even lift it, let alone use it.
Hades- Another of Hell's warriors, though not as brutish as that of Torment. Hades reign as a Sovereign Demon came about centuries ago when he, as a lowly footsoldier, an apprentice to the Death-Magus Nemeur, led a small detatchment of demons in a rebellion to overthrow Beelzebub as ruler of hell. Though nieve and ill suited for combatting the king of evil, Hades fought bravely, tearing through wave after wave of Beelzebub's own personal guard on his own, while his small force sealed off the black castle to prevent reenforcements from saving their liege. After defeating every one of Beelzebub's prized warriors, Hades beheld the corrupt king in all of his dark splendor. After a few words, the two battled, a miniature war which raged for nearly a week and shook the very core of Hell. In the end, however, it seemed as though Beelzebub had only been toying with Hades, as he unfurled his dreadful wings and unleashed an attack so terrible it cannot even be described. Though, for keeping him amused for so long, and for proving his strength, Beelzebub resurrected Hades, though no longer a footsoldier but a Sovereign Demon with untold powers far surpassing that of what he once was.
Unknown- An entity rarely seen on any plane but feared throughout each, this creature is only whispered of during times of great natural disasters but it's name is never spoken, hence it has become known as the Unknown. The only thing that can be said about this creature is that it nearly destroyed the world over a millenia ago and then vanished. Whether it was defeated or simply became saited off of the souls of it's victims, no one knows, all that is known is that it would take an army of many men and ethereal forces of great renown o defeat it should this terror ever walk the land again.
Bio: Once a lowly member of Soldier who quickly rose through the ranks and gained the attention of a rather infamous doctor, Sharu seemed destined to become a Parallel Sephiroth, meant to either end the man's life or be ended by him. After meeting with Sephiroth, Sharu fell down on his knees and asked for apprenticeship. This was some years ago, since then, Sharu vanished from the face of Gaia, to where, no one knows. However, rumblings can now be heard in the Shattered Lands, whispers of a great hero of evil, a man of such great strength and power that he wrested control of the Shattered Lands from a Tyrannical Paladin of immense power who commanded many a number of holy clergymen and great wizards. In these whispers, it is said that no magic could touch Sharu, nor blade fell him. Indeed his power must have grown vast as with a wave of his hand, a band of great and terrible demons, the likes of which the world has not seen in centuries, did appear and slay the entire army in one fell swoop, leaving only the tyrant for Sharu's disposal. The whispers speak of this battle as won in two moves, Sharu's blade striking true, and the Paladin's head striking the floor. Now with their shackles gone, the dizidens of chaos and darkness are free to do as they please thanks to this great man. As they rose up to praise him, Sharu vanished, leaving only a message that he would return bringing the glory of the Empire to them in peaceful alliance to ensure such dictators would never again take hold. The validity of this statement could not be questioned by those who he'd saved but was this alliance Sharu's true intent or did the now renown Hellspawn Savior have other plans for the Shattered Lands.
A former upholder of the law, Reddas has retired from that profession to take up the position of Governor at the Port of Balfonheim. A cultured man who fights crime and delivers judgment with sturdy conviction, Reddas single-handedly turned the port city into a somewhat respectable destination on the map. He appears every now and then in the city to ensure the stability of his citizens, which is quite the chore considering the former haven for pirates Balfonheim once was. Reddas has no known affiliation with any other town or city, nor does he share one with the Shattered Lands or its leader Sharu.
An amiable young man who is perhaps a little too friendly for his own good, Takkar seems to be a genuine nice guy who is never afraid lend a helping hand if at all possible. Few things seem to phase the high spirits of Takkar, even in the face of the hard times on which he has fallen. His talkative nature often lends his ear to interesting rumors, and makes him an ideal person to talk to if you are looking to find a particular destination in his hometown of Balfonheim.
A mysterious young woman who spends much of her time in the Whitecap Bar in Balfonheim trading strange items for gold, which she promptly uses to purchase her next meal or item for trade. A woman with a business sense that is perhaps a little too keen, her presence in Balfonheim created quite a stir amongst the population. The fact that she rarely carries on extended conversation and lives in such an unorthodox manner fuels the fires of gossip around the city almost as much as her striking beauty. Unfortunately for the men of Balfonheim, she seems to be more interested in her dealings than the opposite sex. Though a bit sensual in her actions, she finds most men boring and generally only flirts when she feels it will earn her a better deal. The only thing more mysterious than her wares is the popular question of just what type of man it would take to provoke her interest. 
