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Name :

Razaras

Gender :

Male

Age :

19 but from his battle scars he's way older

Race :

Human as far as anyone can tell

Appearance :

Razaras doesn’t stand much taller than a teenage boy roughly around 5’5 and 230 pounds of muscle, he has long black hair with white highlights, he has dark sapphire blue eyes with bright yellow pupils. He is always seen wearing a crimson red cloak the back of a sword peering through the cloak, the back of the sword is golden and holds a lion’s head upon it. Personality: Due to the fact of his past Razaras rarely speaks, he may say a few words during battle but after that the time for talk ends and Razaras cuts down to business. He is very straight forward and emotionless blaming the people around him for his downfalls. He also has a darker side, a side he refuses to let loose unless in a predicament he knows has him at that point.

Background (optional) :

Razaras was born in a rather peaceful village, born into a mediocre family that got where they were by working their asses off, his mother worked for the king of the town as a maid and cook while his father was an animal tamer, day in and day out while Razaras was younger he trained to become a swordsman a weapon feat he had inherited from his father. He loved his family to death they were always laughing and in a great mood and they did everything together. It was Razaras’ 10th birthday and they were celebrating the king had given his mother the day off and his father had been also freed from work early. The attack came from nowhere as if they knew today would be the day they regretted, a man attacked by himself an injured man at that he wore a dark black cloak and all that could be seen were the bright yellow eyes. With a movement of his hand the entire town was swept in flames and the man began his rampage killing those that did not die to the fire. When the man walked away Razaras had been left there to die, his body completely in pain and his right eye bleeding from the scratch down it. The boy was alive but barely and his eyes closed and he appeared in to a dark room, he searched around frantically and all he could hear was a heartbeat it was faint but seemed to be getting closer and a group of voices seemed to be arguing. ‘Why should we send him back?’ ‘Because we need him to deal with that man, he’s the only one that can do it.’ ‘I say we just kill him’ ‘NO’ the last voice commanded and Razaras shot up in what seemed to be a room a woman working over top of his body, he gave a light grunt in pain before looking over and seeing that his arm was artificial, “it’s a special metal,” the woman muttered softly before looking down at the confused boy. “I am the mother of this dojo, you are at the Dojo of wind, a dojo that’s trains those in the art of speed and precision. We brought you here to train you so you can seek your vengeance.” When Razaras was up and ready to move he began his training as a master of the katana learning the skills needed to push his body past its humanly limits and into that of inhumane speed and strength. He learned all this in a matter of two short years becoming as strong as the dojo leader at the age of 12. The dojo was a rather peaceful place and they hoped to turn him away from his path of vengeance, on his 14th birthday the dojo leader gave him a challenge, if he could beat every monk and samurai of the dojo they would gift him with a legendary weapon, he easily dispatched each member finally making it to his target, the dojo leader. When the dojo leader told him he wasn’t strong enough to protect even his own family something inside of him clicked and an incredible power echoed through his body and he pushed his limits passed even that of possible completely destroying the dojo and taking the sword by force from the dead body of the dojo leader. Razaras then gathered the bodies of the dead in a circle around the dojo, now while training he had delved into the art of sealing techniques learning to seal the most powerful magics in the world within the users body, he took blood from the dojo leader and began drawing a seal upon his chest, the seal had a small circle drawn covering the middle of his chest, inside the circle he drew one word “vers” A word known to ancient dragons as a power word for well “Power” at the utter of this mighty word Razaras would unleash a lot of power seeming to increase gravity itself for all those who fight him and actually lessen it for his movements but enhance it again for the swinging of his weapon. On his left arm he began to draw a serpentine red serpent from the tip of his shoulder to the tip of his fingers, inside the mighty serpent he wrote two words, “Maer and Thyler” words only known to ancient elves as power words for “speed and focus” when these two words are spoken an immense weight seems to lift from Razaras’ shoulders and his speed seems to jump to tenfold what it would normally be making it seem as if he would teleport from place to place, also the world around Razaras becomes a gray tint and compared to the way he see’s things the people outside seemed to be compared to that of a snail’s while his was that of a cheetahs, the world to him would be moving in slow motion while the rest of the world would seem to think Razaras was moving in between different dimensions. Last but not least on his metallic arm he drew nothing just seeming to look at it before looking around at the dead bodies with that he sheathed the blade at his side and left the scene of the crime leaving no trace of his existence behind.

Abilities :

Razaras has several different abilities, while he has all the seals sealing the power in his body his powers are rather simple and all based around contact. His speed is tenfold that of a normal human allowing him to move with such speed he almost leaves an after image behind, when striking his sword at an opponent it has two different swing styles horizontal to always aim for a knockback effect and then vertical to finish the combo, when he does this he makes sure to strike with such force the body of his opponent is not knocked back by the blade striking them but by the wind itself that follows the blade he has corresponded these two attacks with that of his releasing of the power seal so when they go stumbling back they are yanked to the ground by the full overwhelming force of the man’s power. When the force and speed seals are released from their stature they give Razaras the ability to deny the human restrictions on speed, allowing him to speed around the board making four or five strikes before the opponent makes one. While stuck in the mode of extreme focus his strikes are more precise most people that fight this man only ever hear two clicks of the sword before their body literally separates the click of the blade being released from the sheathe and the click of it entering back in before blood shoots into the air and their body falls to a few pieces. When on the defensive the man moves the blade and sheathe as needed almost to block or turn away any attack aimed for him.