Name: Hazikara
Age:20.
Race: Demon
Rank: Forgotten
CURRENT APPEARANCE:
Hair:: Long and black with red strands.
Eyes: Black
Skin: Pale almost paper white, but it has markings, resembling streaks of black, starting at his chest and spreading. His hands are solid black due to these markings. They appeared on his body after his journey through Hell and believed to be the markings of an ancient Diety known as Krylis.
Height: 5''10
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Personality(And its weakness): Hazi had always been unique and a tad bit strange. He was kind and gentle and way too trusting but had a demonic shadow bound to him by a diety known as Krylis, guardian of shadow. After he went through Hell, literally, his personality completely changed to a more violent and trouble making persona. His former self still shines through seldomly when surrounded in his old environments. Even as he learned to cope with his new self and new body but he still is ashamed of his fangs, seeing himself as a monster.
HISTORY: Arabor Oronra walked through the tavern drunk, as usual, as he stumbles over onto the lap of a very tall silver haired man. ''Can I... help you drunkard?'' His smooth almost angelic voice whispered. Andel grabbed his stomach as he hurled onto the mans silk shirt. The man merely smiled, ''No worries.'' Andel stood up shakily and wobbling like a newborn deer. ''C'mon I just emptied my stomach all over ya' mate. Are ya' gonna let it slide ya' wimp?'' He spat chuckling and laughing. The man ignored him and continued sipping his wine. The old man continued bothering the man, poking and prodding for the next few hours until finally his patience was gone. ''FOOLISH MORTAL.'' His once calm voice boomed darkly as shadows seemed to dance. ''I curse your unborn son to life as a walking prison housing a demon in his body. I tried to ignore your foolishness but now your son will bear my curse. I am the guardian of shadows Krylis and your son will suffer for your stupidity and grow to hate you! I know the sins you have committed. Rape, murder, gluttony, greed, and countless others. Even now your own child is born to this world and you are HERE. Curse you human.'' The demigod vanished in a flash of darkness. A few miles away a boy was born to be named Hazikara, the Walking Prison.
When Hazi was merely 18 years of age he learned of a different side of his persona. An alter ego that has no name. On his birthday Hazikara was being dragged around by his mothers hand. He was blindfolded, "Okay mom, why the secrecy?" Hazikara asked her smirking lightly. It was the same every year; mom tries to hide a party, hinting four months in advance, and Hazikara pretends to be surprised. He loved it though, he didn't want anything to change. Unfortunately for him things were going to change for the worse. He was stopped by his mothers gentle hand as he stands still with his arms crossed over his chest waiting for the blindfold to be removed. As the usual every year his mom would call out "Are you sure you want to seee~" and as usual Hazikara would nod his head with false excitement. She would always taunt him a little further and then finally remove the blindfold. But something was different this time; everything was dark and quiet.
"Mom?" He tried to call out but to no avail no sound escaped his lips. He could see his mothers lips moving and people talking but there was only silence. Suddenly a single demonic voice whispered, "Let's have some fun..." Hazikara blacked out. All he could hear was this insane laughter and screams of horror and pain. When Hazikara awoke he was covered in blood in the center of a forest. He sat up, "What the hell...?" he muttered under his breath. He coughed heavily as images of terror flashed through his mind leaving him whimpering. "No, no,no." He kept repeating over and over. Were the visions real? Did he killl his own family? "Am I.... crazy?" After this had happened he wandered the forest aimlessly, traumatized.
Soon enough the voice returned, taunting him with the screams of his family.. ''Why is this happening?'' He cried out hoping for some sort of answer. His family was gone... images of each of their murdered bodies ran through his mind as if pushed in through his ears. He weakly fell to his knees holding his head. Things would be truly hard from here on out. As he continued wandering through the land he met a Woman known as Seraph who had the power to send the inner demon back inside Hazikara. They eventually fell in love, and lived together in a cabin with in her forest. He soon found out that she was a seraphim, and angel with the ability to create and manipulate fire. Seraph taught Hazikara many attacks and skills, training him to use the inner demons abilities while in his human form; though weaker than they would be in his transformed state. Little did they know a necromancer was after Hazikara because of the power within him. There was soon a large battle that eventually ended with Andel's, the necromancer, defeat and supposed death.
Two years have passed since that battle and Hazikara had gained a fair amount of control over the demon within him that despised him so much and the really amazing thing is he was now a prince, adopted by the Empress Leyna whom he adored and admired greatly. He was still living with Seraph when nightmares of the once defeated Andel filled his nights. Seraph had been growing restless at the time, ''I wish to see the world again.'' She told him so he told her to go and get the exploration out of her system. In the time she was gone Hazikara met many new friends, even a dragon named Kai. A months days after her departure a revenge driven necromancer used his magic to deform the forest, the plants, animals, and even trees had died at his presence. Hazikara rushed into the confrontation, unknowing of the trap before him. Andel cast his spells and opened a portal beneath Hazikara which left him falling for what seemed to be forever. He eventually fell face first into a stone ground. Darkness was everywhere; the only source of light was a glowing stream of what seemed like water. As Hazikara drew near he could see phantoms within the water, all flowing one direction. A ghastly skeletal hand suddenly emerged from the water, grasping Hazikara's collar pulling him into the water. As he was carried down the river he was tossed and thrashed through the water. The phantoms clawed and scratched at his body, blood filling the water. After a while of this torture a large hand reached into the now crimson liquid and lifted up the near dead Hazikara. It was the hand of none other than the Guardian Of Shadow, Krylis. He shook his massive head in deep regret to see his creation so beaten and destroyed as he lay the broken body onto the ground. Hazikara's vision was so blurred he could barely see the thousands of demons in the sky above him. And at that moment his eyes shut, unconcious.
Krylis was devastated that he had caused the boy to end up here, in limbo. The front yard of Hell. So to heal Hazikara's wounds he removed the two souls from his body. They resembled two glowing orbs; one black and one white. Krylis began to press the souls together with his massive hands as they began to slowly become one. When they souls were combined, Krylis went through the painful process of reinserting the newly formed soul. When the deed as done, Hazikara's body had changed as did his mind. His short spiked hair was now long and black. His deep red eyes now two endless tunnels of darkness. He even had grown taller than his previous self. As he opened his eyes Krylis was gone, what he had done was a crime, he would be hunted and eventually killed. The new creation struggled to his feet as he looked down at his body. Where were black streaks covering his body starting from his chest. He closed his mouth as he flinched, blood pouring from his lips. His newly grown fangs had pierced his tongue, causing it to bleed. His voice was deep but still had the same tone. ''Hello?'' He called out as his voice echoed. He tried to remember where he was, who he was, or at least why he felt so uncomfortable in his body. His memories were gone as was his former self. As he made his way through limbo he approached two large double doors, a large skull in the center. The skull spoke, ''Any living creature may not enter this realm of eternal pain.'' The cackling voice rang out. The frame of the door suddenly moved, forming arms made of bones, grasping him tight. The arms threw him, like a rocket through the sky. He saw a ceiling and closed his eyes afraid to slam into it. He opened his eyes and found himself back in the dead forest. He looked around finding nobody there and eventually left to piece his memories back together.
After a while he regained a great amount of memories but somethings were still missing. He kept seeing a womans face in his dreams. A beautiful woman who when she spoke he would awaken immediately. He had no idea that the woman was once his love, Seraph. His thoughts were usually on this woman and it bothered him because something deep inside of him needed to remember. So he eventually returned to the village that he had once took up residence within the Vallan lands. While he was there he found records of the currect locations of the ancient empire. A pleased smile curved his lips as he ran off to find the woman known as Nia. When he arrived memories slowly began to return but not the ones he wanted. As he left there he returned to his journey to find this woman. All he had was her name, so his search was at a standstill. He returned to the village, his hopes of remembering anything about this woman. To his surprise the woman he had been searching for found him in that village. Their reuniting had jogged his memory, the times that he had spent with her flooding back into his mind. After their reunion he decided to stop roaming around and continue his life, coping with this new body.
