Post by Sareki one on Jul 25, 2006 18:34:39 GMT -5
I know the forum is dead, but I want to show a comparision between my skill level now, and my skill level about 3 months ago
Name: Broxa Demon (demon being the last name)
Sometimes referred to as a witch (when female) and sometimes as a demon (when male), the Broxa is a nocturnal mystical entity of medieval times. Broxas supposedly could fly and change their shape at will, and also able to read the future. It was believed that they drank blood like vampires. In Jewish folklore it is also the name of a bird believed to suck the milk of goats during the night. Broxa took this name believing it to mean something different.
Age: 24
Gender: male
Class: Oathbreaker. A Practice of magic, banished from the lands for practicing dark magic, the forbidden law. Once exiled, the men cannot return to their town under any circumstance. They may travel in groups, depending on if they are actually evil or just did a bad thing. Some also group up is exiled at the same time. Oathbreaker are usually extremely talented in magic, and can perform rituals as a single party. When becoming an Oathbreaker your last name is either changed to Demon or witch, depending on gender. After Oathbreaker’s are expelled from the church certain towns will put of special barriers to keep them out of the area. Broxa’s specific type of Oathbreaker is that of his faith; Phirn. Being an Oathbreaker of his decent he is Condemned to never be forgiven by the Gods, with the exception of doing something extremely holy.
Weapons: Broxa is mainly a magic user, not using any physical attacks on opponents. While fighting close combat a twin pair of mini-scimitars is used for defensive weapons. The mini scimitars are both made of 100% wood, being held in a concealed pocket in his sleeves for quick and light use. A word from a lost language is inscribed on each of the blades hilt: Hikaru & Daisuke. Broxa Came across these pair of blades by chance only, having lifted them from a widow’s house. Being low on cash, he only keeps these blades as a secondary measure to protect himself. The two blades appear to be ancient relics, even before the BC times. On the box he found them in the clean polished letters “Oneriku” lay on painted on the top. Though these weapons can be extremely useful in battle, they seem to be driven by a deep need to get themselves lost, Broxa misplacing them several times. The wood makings of the blades would appear to make them weaker against metal, but have yet to need fixing or even polishing, still Broxa does these things. One of these times Broxa attempted to break the blades himself, he succeeded, but after them being fixed the mark where he had broken them disappeared.
Hikaru: A large knife shaped like a scimitar, only crafted of oak instead of metal. The blade is nothing special at all as far as combat can be taken. Neither is it really a great blade to block attacks with, it merely does what it needs to do. A thin piece of wood at the bottom is wrapped in a thin piece of light brown leather. The actual ‘blade’ part of it is merely a curved blade leading to the tip and given an eastern style (which pretty much means that it has an averted point). Even though it does not have a ‘true’ enchantment, it is said to give the user of the blade of feeling of being lifted up. Often giving the blade the name “I think it can”, do to it lifting the spirits of the person. On its leather wrapped hilt lays the letters ‘Hikaru’. Unlike Daisuke, running the length of the blade is a blunted edge, making it much easier to block with. Hikaru measures about 16 inches in length and weighs about 10 pounds in the Hands of Broxa.
Daisuke: A blade with the exact same shape and size as it’s brother, yet it gives off something different. Like Hikaru it is made from wood, only instead of oak it is made from ebony; giving it a black tent. Other than that it is an exact copy oh Hikaru down to the way it is held. What makes this blade special is its ability to make anyone who touches it feels empowered. As if they were able to kill whatever so stand in their way. It is also a speculative thought that it increases Broxa’s magical capabilities. Like Hikaru, the name of the blade resides on its hilt. Unlike Hikaru though this blade has a better point, making it a slightly offensive blade. From Tip to hilt, the blade measures in at a lengthy 17 inches, yet only weight about 9 pounds, contraire to Hikaru’s relatively short and heaviness.
For those who are not familiar. Hikaru and Daisuke are me old weapons from my first RO character, Sareki. There names in Japanese are light and dark. Unlike the blade I am using now though, the original were made of metal, yet still looked the same (besides from being much longer). The spirit of the weapons is the same, attack and defense.
But his main weapon (If you can call it that) is his magic in which he is very talented. If near a certain element he can bend that to him whim without as much as a thought. Whatever environment he is in, it is easy to make it into some type of weapon, no matter how little of it there is. One of his unique abilities though is to bend shadows around him and cover himself in darkness. The shadows can blind opponents and provide a quick escape for Broxa, although this is the most volatile of all magic. Using this type of offensive magic, he can continue to use attacks several times without that much strain. Yet his inexperience with all types of magic often results in it backfiring on him.
Appearance: Broxa’s God, a Preacher of peace referred to as Phirn, requires a certain style of appearance in the faith. The males must dress and keep themselves a certain way to be forgiven of sins by the God. These restrictions of what to where have made their faith somewhat the butt of others jokes, yet the religion is still one of the most popular in the land. The generally accepted appearance for one of Broxa’s faith is not too strict but some things are still taboo. You must have dyed black hair that flows precisely to the beck, as to not cover your face. The face must be covered in an assortment of paint designs that symbolize memories. Yet the most important thing is the insignia on their backs, a large butterfly tattooed on the back. Due to Broxa being a high mage, he was allowed to alter the style slightly, yet not to any extremes. After becoming an exile his appearance altered so much that he is barely distinguishable to another common man.
His hair, once a deep shade of brown, was dyed jet black and put into several spikes that flowed wild along his head. Now a faded black, it has yet to be taken out of the spikes, nor re-dyed. His large hair flows down inches below his neck, going against the requirements, and has been so even before being banished. His forehead is reasonably normal, void of all age lines and marks. His eyes, having somewhat large pupils, are the same color that his hair once was, a shade of jet black. His nose, having no definable point, stretches across to nearly his cheeks, yet is not large by any standards. His lips barely stick out very far, and keep closed at all times. Under his two eyes lay the only mark of face paint that he ever wears, two curved spots painted crimson red. Though only part of his hair is visible through his cloths. His skin extremely pale, almost stricken white, yet still has some color.
Broxa is considered to be a large person, standing at about 6’3 in full suit. Even with his intimidating size he is considered slim, Weighing about 180 pounds. Though this sounds somewhat heavy, he is very muscular, having little fat at any point on his body. He has a normal arm size, yet seemingly large hands when wearing gloves. Lay on his back in the insignia of his religion, a large butterfly of several colors. Yet the tattoo is marked by two blots of red ink flowing through it in an “X” symbol. This is a clear representation of Broxa’s exile from the faith, yet is only visible to Broxa himself. Never actually practicing any combat, he has very few scars on his body, and scars he does have are the result of childhood magic mistakes. He has reasonably large legs and feet, stretching out muscular at the calves. He keeps his wrists covered at all times due to several marks on his wrists from where he attempted suicide.
This leads to his outfit. An oversized cloak that covers his entire body in fabric. The cloak, being given to him after becoming an Oathbreaker, is meant to signify the breaking of freedom. The cloak is made of a sturdy material that is hard to stab through, and is slightly heavy compared to other cloths. Light blues and yellows, marked by a few triangular shapes of red that are mostly on the head on shoulders. The sleeves flow down low and cover his hands, rolling up at the ends to not be too long. The legs have pant like parts that are covered by skirt like cut-offs, the skirt part is slit as the middle, showing his pant parts. The hood of the outfit covers the entire face, besides two outgrowths of hair the pop out on occasion. The hood has an extremely large outgrowth that stretches out to the end, and instead of a curve, lays a point. On the inside of his sleeves are a pair of leather holding straps with a button pocket at the bottom, being an easy way to release his weapons. He wears a black pair of skin-tight gloves to prevent magical backfire, and an olden pair of boots that have no distinguishable buckles.
For any confused about any parts in his appearance please refer to this for is general appearance: www-personal.umich.edu/~kevinpo/art/mage.jpg
Background: The town of Naiad, The land of peaceful blasphemy. A child born into this town is most likely to be eaten or trampled on by swarms of people than to become an honest man. The largest of all structures in the land, lays in on the outs Kurds of it. A large universal church being placed their fore its lovely environment. This location quickly turned rotten once a town was built nearby, made by a group of Satanists, hoping to lessen the value of the church by boycotting it. That church did not move, and the town settled there, keeping its sinful nature as a way of life. The rest of the town’s establishments are composed of ruins of old building that have been worn to almost crumbling from years of wear. Broxa, having a different name at the time, was born into one of the more cannibalistic families in the town, this being the only way to obtain food without loads of money. His father and sister would bring home the ‘food’ and attempt to feed it to his mother and him. His mother however would have none of it; she would not allow the action to be with Broxa and her. This led to many starving nights in his household in the early years.
Broxa’s early childhood was composed of sitting around his house, being badgered by his sister to ‘eat’ something. Despite him not eating much he grew extremely fast and put on muscle like a bear. Ever so often a church disciple would come to the door with a pamphlet, asking for service form them. Their father merely scoffed at the men and slammed the door. Though his father believed very much in gods and knew of his sin, he cared little for going to hell and continued his lifestyle. Broxa never saw the daylight; his mother would not allow it for fear of him being taken. So he would stay very far away from his father, one whom he greatly resembled in most ways. He grew to hate his father and sister for their way of life, at his young age he was still very perceptual. Once reaching the age of 5 though he was forced into taking a job at the church to feed himself and his mother the food that did not come from their own species. He became a church hand, sweeping up the dirt outside of the church for small money.
On occasion, the church master would come out and have a small conversation with Broxa. The master was amazed by the boy’s intelligence and ability to work hard without as much as a complaint. The master invited him into the church for a proper education and practice in magic. Broxa, taking up his broom, accepted his offer without as much as a word from his parents. HE did not return home again and was immediately taken into the church. He was given a room in one of the V.I.P suits for life and was admitted into the church by the church master. His apprenticeship began immediately after he had moved in and been given the proper cloths. And for two solid years he was trained in the beginning arts of magic and Gods. He was given the choice of religion, over 75 different ones to choose in the church. He decided on one that seemed to remind him most of his mother, Phirn; the God of peace.
The church amazed him. The large halls that hung several amazing pictures tickled his imagination. The endless rooms and chapels held infinite learning, no matter your faith. And Broxa learned about everyone on of them, at least enough to debate them in an argument. And debate he did, the school kids were not as strong or as smart as Broxa, and in his free time he would love to give the others whippings. His wisdom and prowess went far beyond his years which intimidated most of the kids even older than himself. His time was spent completely alone with adults, him thinking them the only ones who could give him a challenge. And his favorite person of all was the church master, and the man favored him the most out of all the children. Through the church-master he learned magic that could only be learned from sages, most of all how to manipulate shadow without using dark magic. His relationship with the church-master distanced him further away form the others until they grew to hate Broxa. This bothered him little, he thought less of them anyway, and did not care to be acquainted with ‘morons’.
After training in magic and combat for two years he became a full church student at the age of 11. He was about the same height as everyone his age, but had more muscle than most kids. During his 3 year at the church he became very religious but was taught very little in combat or magic, instead was taught what <I>not</I> to do. In this section of his training he was taught about the ways of dark magic, and how it was the main problem of the world. He was taught the destruction of people’s selfishness through using it to resurrect loved ones. This was supposed to scare Broxa out of ever attempting this sort of sorcery, but instead it only sparked his interest for learning. This went on for a year until his true learning began, being the ‘high school” portion of his learning. By this time the outside towns’ folk had decided to rage war on the church for living better lives than them. They attacked it ceaselessly until finally the church guards came and obliterated the raging crowd. Before the obliteration the townsfolk had already become 100% murderous cannibals, and were considered abominations against gods. The ruins of the old town were cleared off and the church became an abbey were people would come to stop and pray.
Thoughts of his parents and family being dead bothered him little. He hated each and everyone one of them besides the mom, and were happy they were dead. Yet he still took the time to pray for them, a swift cross into hell for his sister and father. Further research of the town uncovered that cannibalism had been a way of life for centuries. He was utterly hatful of his father, the one he resembled the most out of the entire family member, being disgusted to chare his name. It was at this time that he changed it to Broxa, being a name for powerful mages and godly people. This was when he became serious about his studies, devoting more and more time into reading and practice.
During the teenage years of Broxa several strange occurrences happened. The first of many was the large uproot of dark magic. A group of hi-lout disciples, an Asian religion, gathered in an attempt to resurrect their master. Their attempt to resurrect their master was needed to keep the faith alive, so they went to dark magic. Their attempt worked, and was fairly easy with so many of them trying, but the master was brain-dead and deemed an abomination. It was killed and the disciples were exiled, becoming Oathbreaker’s of dark magic. Most of the disciples were close in age to Broxa at the time, all being under the age of 18, and some under the age of 12.
The large amount of exiled mages traveled in a group and became the most wanted outlaws in the land. This puzzled Broxa a great deal, if it was so bad than how come they were so powerful at such a young age. He pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind during this time, still being a taught a great deal in a short time. His ability with magic gave him a reputation at the young of 15, as being a cold caster. Yet he was not nearly famous, and was still sweeping up dust at his abbey. Even being a highly religious person he never once attended any of the services hosted. Another year of his life passed by easily, nothing much to say but turning sixteen. In the Colossal library that the Abbey held he learned even more about the dark magic, it was allowed but he kept it a secret. It was during this time that he met Hemela, one of the church hands. There meeting and courting was arranged by the high priests as a way to stop the study of dark magic by Broxa, which they knew about. This was the only girl he had ever talked to besides his mother and sister.
The Woman had a rare disease which restricted her from ever going into the sun (not albino though), yet they still had enough fun inside of the abbey. Despite Broxa’s inexperience with girls he and Hemela became quite close in their relationship.
They went on dates only around the church and spent most of their time reading to each other. This was their favorite pastime and spent a good deal of their time everyday doing it. Her disease did little to hinder them, Broxa spent little time outside anyway. Hemela, being one of the only girls in the abbey, was also hounded by several boys, only to be whipped by Broxa.
3 years passed uneventful years passed, Broxa, now a man, has gained a massive amount of respect around the world. Now with his man weight he is somewhat muscular and intimidating His wisdom and talent are far past his years, yet he still dabbles in the art of dark magic from time to time. Yet it has been coming easier to him mind due to his extensive time with Hemela. Her disease has now forced her to stay in her in a single room for the remainder of her life. This sequence of events has forced Broxa deeper and deeper into the dark magic. He begins delving into the forbidden arts of resurrection and sacrifice. His girl is basically dead anyway, what could go wrong with resurrection into a prefect body. In the night he creeps to the room to do it. Praying silently he kills her with magic and prepares the ritual of resurrection. Laying her the middle of a circle or paints and slowly begins chanting the spell. The inexperienced mage fails miserably at the ritual resulting in the obliteration of the woman’s body and half of the abbey. The resulting explosion left none on the side of the explosion alive. A true testament to the destructive power of dark magic. Oddly Broxa was not even hurt in the slightest and was even on the wrong side of the explosion.
It was silent as a rabbit yet still woke every living thing in the abbey. Soon dozens upon dozens of monks and church hands were in what was left of this spell gone wrong. The unconscious Broxa was apprehended and was immediately put on trail. This was only a trial be official standards, actually just being a meeting to say how much trouble Broxa was in. In his abbey, black magic was a worse crime than murder, and he was immediately sentenced to banishment. The only thing given to him was the cloak to signify Oathbreaker status, never showing skin again. He hid his face in shame, to broken by the pain and loss, but more by the blasphemy he had committed. He cast himself out from the abbey, seeking other to help him.
During the next five years Broxa spent wondering the continent looking for forgiveness. Few Churches would accept him, and those that did only attempted to kill him for his sins. Not long after Broxa completely gave up on forgiveness by worldly priests and went into a deep depression. By this time he had caught up to the exiled mages from long ago, meeting them in a town they were destroying. They easily recognized Broxa, and saw his attempts to join them. His hand at evil was not nearly as sharpened as theirs, yet he still tried, challenging their weakest member. The fight was short and it was obvious who the better of the two were. He was not nearly as good as them and was nearly killed by them as rejection. No group would accept him no matter where he sought help, sending him into a deep depression. It was at this time he made many attempts to himself through cutting his wrists; despite his strength he was not successful. Thinking it useless to do it anyway Broxa began developing his dark magic skills, wanting the possibility of forgiveness by good deeds. He stole from everyone, committing crimes from town to town to bank it up. He lived on the land, sleeping in the grass and forest areas. Broxa pushed himself to the edge of the limits of the continent, touching the edge of the forest on the way. He only ate to live, and only lived to die. He hated himself, and everything about him, at this time he would do anything to get his sins forgiven. It was at this time that he felt the strange wind, calling him.
Other info:
- Broxa has a major fear of heights. Being the reason he never cast himself from high places during his suicide attempts.
- The butterfly tattoo on his back represents freedom, after breaking it he is caged forever.
- Where he slept for the five years of exile was a murky swamp. Making his depression even more serious.
- Due to his extensive study of dark magic, he has become a master of using shadows to move about underground
Name: Broxa Demon (demon being the last name)
Sometimes referred to as a witch (when female) and sometimes as a demon (when male), the Broxa is a nocturnal mystical entity of medieval times. Broxas supposedly could fly and change their shape at will, and also able to read the future. It was believed that they drank blood like vampires. In Jewish folklore it is also the name of a bird believed to suck the milk of goats during the night. Broxa took this name believing it to mean something different.
Age: 24
Gender: male
Class: Oathbreaker. A Practice of magic, banished from the lands for practicing dark magic, the forbidden law. Once exiled, the men cannot return to their town under any circumstance. They may travel in groups, depending on if they are actually evil or just did a bad thing. Some also group up is exiled at the same time. Oathbreaker are usually extremely talented in magic, and can perform rituals as a single party. When becoming an Oathbreaker your last name is either changed to Demon or witch, depending on gender. After Oathbreaker’s are expelled from the church certain towns will put of special barriers to keep them out of the area. Broxa’s specific type of Oathbreaker is that of his faith; Phirn. Being an Oathbreaker of his decent he is Condemned to never be forgiven by the Gods, with the exception of doing something extremely holy.
Weapons: Broxa is mainly a magic user, not using any physical attacks on opponents. While fighting close combat a twin pair of mini-scimitars is used for defensive weapons. The mini scimitars are both made of 100% wood, being held in a concealed pocket in his sleeves for quick and light use. A word from a lost language is inscribed on each of the blades hilt: Hikaru & Daisuke. Broxa Came across these pair of blades by chance only, having lifted them from a widow’s house. Being low on cash, he only keeps these blades as a secondary measure to protect himself. The two blades appear to be ancient relics, even before the BC times. On the box he found them in the clean polished letters “Oneriku” lay on painted on the top. Though these weapons can be extremely useful in battle, they seem to be driven by a deep need to get themselves lost, Broxa misplacing them several times. The wood makings of the blades would appear to make them weaker against metal, but have yet to need fixing or even polishing, still Broxa does these things. One of these times Broxa attempted to break the blades himself, he succeeded, but after them being fixed the mark where he had broken them disappeared.
Hikaru: A large knife shaped like a scimitar, only crafted of oak instead of metal. The blade is nothing special at all as far as combat can be taken. Neither is it really a great blade to block attacks with, it merely does what it needs to do. A thin piece of wood at the bottom is wrapped in a thin piece of light brown leather. The actual ‘blade’ part of it is merely a curved blade leading to the tip and given an eastern style (which pretty much means that it has an averted point). Even though it does not have a ‘true’ enchantment, it is said to give the user of the blade of feeling of being lifted up. Often giving the blade the name “I think it can”, do to it lifting the spirits of the person. On its leather wrapped hilt lays the letters ‘Hikaru’. Unlike Daisuke, running the length of the blade is a blunted edge, making it much easier to block with. Hikaru measures about 16 inches in length and weighs about 10 pounds in the Hands of Broxa.
Daisuke: A blade with the exact same shape and size as it’s brother, yet it gives off something different. Like Hikaru it is made from wood, only instead of oak it is made from ebony; giving it a black tent. Other than that it is an exact copy oh Hikaru down to the way it is held. What makes this blade special is its ability to make anyone who touches it feels empowered. As if they were able to kill whatever so stand in their way. It is also a speculative thought that it increases Broxa’s magical capabilities. Like Hikaru, the name of the blade resides on its hilt. Unlike Hikaru though this blade has a better point, making it a slightly offensive blade. From Tip to hilt, the blade measures in at a lengthy 17 inches, yet only weight about 9 pounds, contraire to Hikaru’s relatively short and heaviness.
For those who are not familiar. Hikaru and Daisuke are me old weapons from my first RO character, Sareki. There names in Japanese are light and dark. Unlike the blade I am using now though, the original were made of metal, yet still looked the same (besides from being much longer). The spirit of the weapons is the same, attack and defense.
But his main weapon (If you can call it that) is his magic in which he is very talented. If near a certain element he can bend that to him whim without as much as a thought. Whatever environment he is in, it is easy to make it into some type of weapon, no matter how little of it there is. One of his unique abilities though is to bend shadows around him and cover himself in darkness. The shadows can blind opponents and provide a quick escape for Broxa, although this is the most volatile of all magic. Using this type of offensive magic, he can continue to use attacks several times without that much strain. Yet his inexperience with all types of magic often results in it backfiring on him.
Appearance: Broxa’s God, a Preacher of peace referred to as Phirn, requires a certain style of appearance in the faith. The males must dress and keep themselves a certain way to be forgiven of sins by the God. These restrictions of what to where have made their faith somewhat the butt of others jokes, yet the religion is still one of the most popular in the land. The generally accepted appearance for one of Broxa’s faith is not too strict but some things are still taboo. You must have dyed black hair that flows precisely to the beck, as to not cover your face. The face must be covered in an assortment of paint designs that symbolize memories. Yet the most important thing is the insignia on their backs, a large butterfly tattooed on the back. Due to Broxa being a high mage, he was allowed to alter the style slightly, yet not to any extremes. After becoming an exile his appearance altered so much that he is barely distinguishable to another common man.
His hair, once a deep shade of brown, was dyed jet black and put into several spikes that flowed wild along his head. Now a faded black, it has yet to be taken out of the spikes, nor re-dyed. His large hair flows down inches below his neck, going against the requirements, and has been so even before being banished. His forehead is reasonably normal, void of all age lines and marks. His eyes, having somewhat large pupils, are the same color that his hair once was, a shade of jet black. His nose, having no definable point, stretches across to nearly his cheeks, yet is not large by any standards. His lips barely stick out very far, and keep closed at all times. Under his two eyes lay the only mark of face paint that he ever wears, two curved spots painted crimson red. Though only part of his hair is visible through his cloths. His skin extremely pale, almost stricken white, yet still has some color.
Broxa is considered to be a large person, standing at about 6’3 in full suit. Even with his intimidating size he is considered slim, Weighing about 180 pounds. Though this sounds somewhat heavy, he is very muscular, having little fat at any point on his body. He has a normal arm size, yet seemingly large hands when wearing gloves. Lay on his back in the insignia of his religion, a large butterfly of several colors. Yet the tattoo is marked by two blots of red ink flowing through it in an “X” symbol. This is a clear representation of Broxa’s exile from the faith, yet is only visible to Broxa himself. Never actually practicing any combat, he has very few scars on his body, and scars he does have are the result of childhood magic mistakes. He has reasonably large legs and feet, stretching out muscular at the calves. He keeps his wrists covered at all times due to several marks on his wrists from where he attempted suicide.
This leads to his outfit. An oversized cloak that covers his entire body in fabric. The cloak, being given to him after becoming an Oathbreaker, is meant to signify the breaking of freedom. The cloak is made of a sturdy material that is hard to stab through, and is slightly heavy compared to other cloths. Light blues and yellows, marked by a few triangular shapes of red that are mostly on the head on shoulders. The sleeves flow down low and cover his hands, rolling up at the ends to not be too long. The legs have pant like parts that are covered by skirt like cut-offs, the skirt part is slit as the middle, showing his pant parts. The hood of the outfit covers the entire face, besides two outgrowths of hair the pop out on occasion. The hood has an extremely large outgrowth that stretches out to the end, and instead of a curve, lays a point. On the inside of his sleeves are a pair of leather holding straps with a button pocket at the bottom, being an easy way to release his weapons. He wears a black pair of skin-tight gloves to prevent magical backfire, and an olden pair of boots that have no distinguishable buckles.
For any confused about any parts in his appearance please refer to this for is general appearance: www-personal.umich.edu/~kevinpo/art/mage.jpg
Background: The town of Naiad, The land of peaceful blasphemy. A child born into this town is most likely to be eaten or trampled on by swarms of people than to become an honest man. The largest of all structures in the land, lays in on the outs Kurds of it. A large universal church being placed their fore its lovely environment. This location quickly turned rotten once a town was built nearby, made by a group of Satanists, hoping to lessen the value of the church by boycotting it. That church did not move, and the town settled there, keeping its sinful nature as a way of life. The rest of the town’s establishments are composed of ruins of old building that have been worn to almost crumbling from years of wear. Broxa, having a different name at the time, was born into one of the more cannibalistic families in the town, this being the only way to obtain food without loads of money. His father and sister would bring home the ‘food’ and attempt to feed it to his mother and him. His mother however would have none of it; she would not allow the action to be with Broxa and her. This led to many starving nights in his household in the early years.
Broxa’s early childhood was composed of sitting around his house, being badgered by his sister to ‘eat’ something. Despite him not eating much he grew extremely fast and put on muscle like a bear. Ever so often a church disciple would come to the door with a pamphlet, asking for service form them. Their father merely scoffed at the men and slammed the door. Though his father believed very much in gods and knew of his sin, he cared little for going to hell and continued his lifestyle. Broxa never saw the daylight; his mother would not allow it for fear of him being taken. So he would stay very far away from his father, one whom he greatly resembled in most ways. He grew to hate his father and sister for their way of life, at his young age he was still very perceptual. Once reaching the age of 5 though he was forced into taking a job at the church to feed himself and his mother the food that did not come from their own species. He became a church hand, sweeping up the dirt outside of the church for small money.
On occasion, the church master would come out and have a small conversation with Broxa. The master was amazed by the boy’s intelligence and ability to work hard without as much as a complaint. The master invited him into the church for a proper education and practice in magic. Broxa, taking up his broom, accepted his offer without as much as a word from his parents. HE did not return home again and was immediately taken into the church. He was given a room in one of the V.I.P suits for life and was admitted into the church by the church master. His apprenticeship began immediately after he had moved in and been given the proper cloths. And for two solid years he was trained in the beginning arts of magic and Gods. He was given the choice of religion, over 75 different ones to choose in the church. He decided on one that seemed to remind him most of his mother, Phirn; the God of peace.
The church amazed him. The large halls that hung several amazing pictures tickled his imagination. The endless rooms and chapels held infinite learning, no matter your faith. And Broxa learned about everyone on of them, at least enough to debate them in an argument. And debate he did, the school kids were not as strong or as smart as Broxa, and in his free time he would love to give the others whippings. His wisdom and prowess went far beyond his years which intimidated most of the kids even older than himself. His time was spent completely alone with adults, him thinking them the only ones who could give him a challenge. And his favorite person of all was the church master, and the man favored him the most out of all the children. Through the church-master he learned magic that could only be learned from sages, most of all how to manipulate shadow without using dark magic. His relationship with the church-master distanced him further away form the others until they grew to hate Broxa. This bothered him little, he thought less of them anyway, and did not care to be acquainted with ‘morons’.
After training in magic and combat for two years he became a full church student at the age of 11. He was about the same height as everyone his age, but had more muscle than most kids. During his 3 year at the church he became very religious but was taught very little in combat or magic, instead was taught what <I>not</I> to do. In this section of his training he was taught about the ways of dark magic, and how it was the main problem of the world. He was taught the destruction of people’s selfishness through using it to resurrect loved ones. This was supposed to scare Broxa out of ever attempting this sort of sorcery, but instead it only sparked his interest for learning. This went on for a year until his true learning began, being the ‘high school” portion of his learning. By this time the outside towns’ folk had decided to rage war on the church for living better lives than them. They attacked it ceaselessly until finally the church guards came and obliterated the raging crowd. Before the obliteration the townsfolk had already become 100% murderous cannibals, and were considered abominations against gods. The ruins of the old town were cleared off and the church became an abbey were people would come to stop and pray.
Thoughts of his parents and family being dead bothered him little. He hated each and everyone one of them besides the mom, and were happy they were dead. Yet he still took the time to pray for them, a swift cross into hell for his sister and father. Further research of the town uncovered that cannibalism had been a way of life for centuries. He was utterly hatful of his father, the one he resembled the most out of the entire family member, being disgusted to chare his name. It was at this time that he changed it to Broxa, being a name for powerful mages and godly people. This was when he became serious about his studies, devoting more and more time into reading and practice.
During the teenage years of Broxa several strange occurrences happened. The first of many was the large uproot of dark magic. A group of hi-lout disciples, an Asian religion, gathered in an attempt to resurrect their master. Their attempt to resurrect their master was needed to keep the faith alive, so they went to dark magic. Their attempt worked, and was fairly easy with so many of them trying, but the master was brain-dead and deemed an abomination. It was killed and the disciples were exiled, becoming Oathbreaker’s of dark magic. Most of the disciples were close in age to Broxa at the time, all being under the age of 18, and some under the age of 12.
The large amount of exiled mages traveled in a group and became the most wanted outlaws in the land. This puzzled Broxa a great deal, if it was so bad than how come they were so powerful at such a young age. He pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind during this time, still being a taught a great deal in a short time. His ability with magic gave him a reputation at the young of 15, as being a cold caster. Yet he was not nearly famous, and was still sweeping up dust at his abbey. Even being a highly religious person he never once attended any of the services hosted. Another year of his life passed by easily, nothing much to say but turning sixteen. In the Colossal library that the Abbey held he learned even more about the dark magic, it was allowed but he kept it a secret. It was during this time that he met Hemela, one of the church hands. There meeting and courting was arranged by the high priests as a way to stop the study of dark magic by Broxa, which they knew about. This was the only girl he had ever talked to besides his mother and sister.
The Woman had a rare disease which restricted her from ever going into the sun (not albino though), yet they still had enough fun inside of the abbey. Despite Broxa’s inexperience with girls he and Hemela became quite close in their relationship.
They went on dates only around the church and spent most of their time reading to each other. This was their favorite pastime and spent a good deal of their time everyday doing it. Her disease did little to hinder them, Broxa spent little time outside anyway. Hemela, being one of the only girls in the abbey, was also hounded by several boys, only to be whipped by Broxa.
3 years passed uneventful years passed, Broxa, now a man, has gained a massive amount of respect around the world. Now with his man weight he is somewhat muscular and intimidating His wisdom and talent are far past his years, yet he still dabbles in the art of dark magic from time to time. Yet it has been coming easier to him mind due to his extensive time with Hemela. Her disease has now forced her to stay in her in a single room for the remainder of her life. This sequence of events has forced Broxa deeper and deeper into the dark magic. He begins delving into the forbidden arts of resurrection and sacrifice. His girl is basically dead anyway, what could go wrong with resurrection into a prefect body. In the night he creeps to the room to do it. Praying silently he kills her with magic and prepares the ritual of resurrection. Laying her the middle of a circle or paints and slowly begins chanting the spell. The inexperienced mage fails miserably at the ritual resulting in the obliteration of the woman’s body and half of the abbey. The resulting explosion left none on the side of the explosion alive. A true testament to the destructive power of dark magic. Oddly Broxa was not even hurt in the slightest and was even on the wrong side of the explosion.
It was silent as a rabbit yet still woke every living thing in the abbey. Soon dozens upon dozens of monks and church hands were in what was left of this spell gone wrong. The unconscious Broxa was apprehended and was immediately put on trail. This was only a trial be official standards, actually just being a meeting to say how much trouble Broxa was in. In his abbey, black magic was a worse crime than murder, and he was immediately sentenced to banishment. The only thing given to him was the cloak to signify Oathbreaker status, never showing skin again. He hid his face in shame, to broken by the pain and loss, but more by the blasphemy he had committed. He cast himself out from the abbey, seeking other to help him.
During the next five years Broxa spent wondering the continent looking for forgiveness. Few Churches would accept him, and those that did only attempted to kill him for his sins. Not long after Broxa completely gave up on forgiveness by worldly priests and went into a deep depression. By this time he had caught up to the exiled mages from long ago, meeting them in a town they were destroying. They easily recognized Broxa, and saw his attempts to join them. His hand at evil was not nearly as sharpened as theirs, yet he still tried, challenging their weakest member. The fight was short and it was obvious who the better of the two were. He was not nearly as good as them and was nearly killed by them as rejection. No group would accept him no matter where he sought help, sending him into a deep depression. It was at this time he made many attempts to himself through cutting his wrists; despite his strength he was not successful. Thinking it useless to do it anyway Broxa began developing his dark magic skills, wanting the possibility of forgiveness by good deeds. He stole from everyone, committing crimes from town to town to bank it up. He lived on the land, sleeping in the grass and forest areas. Broxa pushed himself to the edge of the limits of the continent, touching the edge of the forest on the way. He only ate to live, and only lived to die. He hated himself, and everything about him, at this time he would do anything to get his sins forgiven. It was at this time that he felt the strange wind, calling him.
Other info:
- Broxa has a major fear of heights. Being the reason he never cast himself from high places during his suicide attempts.
- The butterfly tattoo on his back represents freedom, after breaking it he is caged forever.
- Where he slept for the five years of exile was a murky swamp. Making his depression even more serious.
- Due to his extensive study of dark magic, he has become a master of using shadows to move about underground