Name – Silvar Ashwind
(Firion Balthizo)

Gender – Male

Race – Elven
(Demon/Human Hybrid)

Age – Mid to late twenties

Height – 6'5

Weight – 320 Lbs (of muscle)

Appearance and Notable Features – A very tall man built like a fighter. Shoulder length platinum blonde hair. Usually wearing a business looking outfit without a tie. Under the clothes his skin is covered in scars, one across his left eye. Two very large scars across his chest making an uneven X shape. He also had fangs which he used to bite Vivika on the ear when she became a nuisance.

Place of Origin – Somewhere in the forest. (The Abyss)

Currently Resides – Zelfar

Family – N/A
(Aldman Balthizo, Father: MIA/Abandoned his family)
(Abigor Balthizo, Younger Brother: Frozen in Carbonite, out to destroy Frank Horrigan)
(Lydia Balthizo, Mother: Deceased)
(D'Artagnan Deville, Son: With his mother.....)

Occupations (Current and Former) – Bodyguard for Pop Star Vivika
(Servant/Energy Source/Favored Plaything for Succubus Princess Vivika)

Skills -
Mixed Martial Arts: 10
Swordplay: 10
Carnal Knowledge: 0 (..10)
Cooking: 8
Tracking: 8
Diplomacy: 5
Medical Knowledge: 5
Swimming: 5
Knowledge, History: 5
Knowledge, Abyss Politics: 5
Intimidation: 5
Language Elven: 5


Abilities -
Strength: 9
Endurance: 8

Powers -
Sensing life force/energy: 7
Aura Channeling: 7

Magic -
Fire: 7 Counter: Water
Lightning: 7 Counter: Solid Ground

Racial Attributes - [PENDING]
Champion Bonuses: +1 Strength/+1 Agility/+1 Reflexes

Resistances and Immunities - Lightning Resistance (doesn't burn but still locks his muscles up): 5
Plasma Resistance (Doesn't burn but feels heavy upon impact) 5

Physical Weaknesses - Holy (not as much as a full demon but still) 'blind' in his left eye (has to focus to utilize aura sense)

Personality Flaws – He constantly over burdens himself and as a result of his stoicism has difficulty expressing himself sometimes. (The Stoicism is a shield though and he can get emotional if you break through said shield.)

Personality – Stoic and Angry, Firion has withdrawn his emotions in order to keep himself focused in his goal.

Hobbies/Interests – Cooking. Practicing his sword techniques.

Dreams/Aspirations – Toppling the Demon Council.

Backstory – A long time ago in or around the abyss. Long before the man known as Silvar, there was a child. In contrast to his sibling, he was much more serious, and was dedicated to his training, he also had the darkest red hair you'd ever seen on someone, the hair color came from his mother's side. However, there were times where he couldn't handle his master's methods. The master was much harder on the boy than he was on his sibling. Often taunting him if he messed up. The boy didn't realize it at the time but it was out of tough love. The master knew this child would have to be a role model for his younger sibling.

However, when his patience for his master's shenanigans ran dry, instead of lashing out like his brother would, he went to cool off. Often the person who he confided was one of two men his master considered to be close friends. One of them was a powerful noble who's art of seduction was unparrelleled, his name was Murnau. However, he was more magic oriented than the red headed samurai, so while the man and his assistant are considered close friends, he often confided in his master's other comrade.

This man was also a powerful noble, but he like, too, wielded the blade. His name was Walherich. The young apprentice would often go to him in times of frustration in order to perhaps get a different perspective on his training. This noble swordsman taught him that sometimes looking at things from a different perspective could help you solve the puzzle, and the child took this to heart, while he would never turn away his master's training, the noble swordsman became very trusted and he held just as much respect for him as he did his master and the other noble.

That all changed when Walherich turned on the child's master, who was also the child's father, and murdered him for their organization.

When he thought he could trust someone the most, he ended up losing his eyes for it, and from that point on he became wary of trusting others. Realizing that sometimes your closest friends will turn on you for the right opportunity.

Years later the boy became a wandering ronin, seeking to destroy the people who ruined his family, cutting a path of destruction to his final destination. Every noble and archlord and anyone associated with the noble swordsman, an exception being Mr. Murnau, who protected his family in their time of weakness. They all began to fall before his blade. Eventually reaching the city that Walherich was granted in exchange for murdering his father. Mowing through security to reach the top, at first he wasn't confronted by Walherich, who unfortunately was out at the time, but instead encountered his son.

Dareios was not a nice child. The ronin knew that were it not for Walherich that Daerios would've attempted to cause much misery in his childhood. Not that it would be a problem for a skilled swordsman, but he could only imagine the pent up frustration of not being able to put someone they deemed 'inferior' in his place. Unbeknownst to Dareios, he was about to get his opportunity.

Walherich returned in time to see his sone being beaten like a disobediant dog. The ronin only doing this to antagonize the noble, but Walherich remained calm. There were many people who he made suffer in order to get where he was, it was only natural they'd attempt to hurt his own family. Though he suspected Dareios to be the instigator in this case.

None the less he accepted the hodded samurai's challenge, and the first round was quick, using both his sword and it's sheathe as a weapon he made quick work of the would be assassin, slicing him diagonally across the chest, and leaving the first part of Silvar's x-shaped chest scar.

But then he made the mistake of not finishing him off. Instead, he turned his focus to his own son, smacking him with the scabbard, this is exactly what he warned him would happen if he didn't take his training seriously. Oh if only he had a son like the ones his friend...former friend had.

The injured swordsman stood back up and removed his now torn cloak, revealing the child, now grown into near adult-hood, that Walherich often gave advice to when his father pushed him too hard.

Walherich understood now, why he was here, and forced his son to not interfere, or else he would cut off a finger of his choosing.

Once round two started, the samurai would still have the disadvantage, not really prepared for this sort of style, but he would adapt as the battle went on. Slowly but surely reaching the level of Walherich. However, Walherich managed to get him off guard once more and...perhaps in a rare moment of compassion, or maybe he thought letting him live would be more humbling, he attempted to end the fight with a hard blow to the red-head's skull with his scabbard.

There was a loud crack. It wasn't the skull though...it was the scabbard.

Seeing Walherich stunned, the samurai took this opportunity to slice him across his chest, it wasn't a deep cut but it put them on more even grounds. The samurai would get into a different stance, deciding to adapt to this opporunity and exploit the new weakness he created.

Once the fight started again, the swordsman would seem to be focusing on strikes the required Walherich to block with his scabbard, and aimed directly at the cracked portion. Eventually the crack got bigger, and bigger, eventually Walherich tries to stop relying on the scabbard as a means of defense and would get punished with a slash across the face or the shoulder, so he was forced to rely on it again. This pattern would happen until he felt his scabbard could take no more abuse. Something had to be done.

The swordsman attempted a stab and Walherich capitalized, using his scabbard to sheathe the nodachi, causing the scabbed to split in half due to the blade being a bit larger than his own, but also having the sword trapped in his grasp. He would lift the man up by the nodachi, preparing to finish him off. He had earned a proper death after this.

But he hadn't counted on the man to parry his saber with a kick, using the momentum to kick the sheathed nodachi out of Walherich's grasp and land behind him.

As the nobleman turned around to counter attack he found the younger swordsman dropped into a power slide underneath Walherich's right arm (his sword arm), his sword raised for a finishing attack.

The nodachi cleaved into the left shoulder, through his ribs, lungs, stomach, and spine. Perhaps the suprise slash the red head had caught him with earlier made this possible, since he was already slicing into an open wound. Regardless, Walherich's top half would be separated from his lower half and the noble lied there in defeat.

The child had accomplished what he had set out to do, and now he wanted answers. Answers, Walherich was more than happy to give with his final breaths.

It was either their family or his own, that was the choice given to him by his superiors. And Walherich knew that when the people he worked for wanted something, they would find someone to do it, they had that sort of reach.

The more the young man listened, the more he began to regret what he had done, this man was just a victim of the council, just like his family, just like many others. For all he knows, they might be happy with Walherich gone, it was one less person they had to pay.

However, before he died he had one more thing to say.

The samurai's father wasn't dead.

Before this could be elaborated on, Dareios, who had just gotten over the shock of what had happened, came charging at his father's killer.

It was just instinct, the samurai reacted without really thinking about it, and jammed the hilt of his nodachi into the young man's eye. Causing him to fall to the ground wailing and cluthing his face.

When the samurai turned back around, Walherich's soul had left his body. The samurai felt a tear start to form in the one eye he had left and quickly wiped it away. Looking down at Dareios, not saying anything. What could he say? 'I'm sorry' wouldn't fix this....he knew that the kid would be hellbent on getting revenge for his father's murder. Even if it was only because he wanted to murder his own father.

He looked at his wounds, he was losing a lot of blood. Turning away from Dareios, he'd pick up his ripped up cloak and just toss it over his head....slowly walking out with the nodachi strapped to his back.

Silvar had respected this man and what he had sacrificed out of respect for his own friend that the outfit he currently wears and the way he wields his blade are similar to Walherich's own appearance and swordplay.

Dareios is currenly working very closely with the council, after his first attempt at revenge cost him his hand he knew he had to get help. They say his father's killer died, crushed when an abandoned mansion atop a mountain collapsed, taking the mountain with it. But Dareios knew rocks wouldn't kill a swordsman like that.

Quest/Event Currency - N/A for new characters but required on profile.
4 E/Q Silver Pieces

Quest/Event Items Earned - N/A for new characters but required on profile.
Hunting at Level 4
Two free re-rolls?
Strength Raised to 9

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