Post by Krad Zephyros on Mar 5, 2012 1:52:37 GMT -5
Appearance
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Description:
Krad has a head full of ocean blue spikes that arch backwards, aside from one spike that curves down the center of his face, its point ending at the bridge of his nose. This hair; the beautiful blue coloring styled in such a rugged, yet aesthetically pleasing manner, earns him a lot of attention. Most of which are baffled or surprised stares, but his favorite is the lustful curious stare he gets from some women.
Though his hair naturally spikes in this fashion, there are times where he is known to wear his hair straight. When gathered during formal occasions, Krad will comb his hair down in straight, shimmering blue locks that reach down to his shoulders along the sides and the back. The front, due to his naturally curved spike, arches over his right eye. On some instances, to his annoyance, his curved spike tends to come “alive” and reset itself in the center of his face when he is wearing his hair straight. Krad has had many fights with this rebellious spike, yet it always wins each time.
Resonating with his hair, Krad also has deep, ocean blue eyes that never seem to change due to the fact that he is a master at hiding his emotions. Confidence sparkles in their depths like the morning sun reflecting its rays off the surface of a river. Determination regularly flares within these aquatic jewels when a new challenge is accepted and a deviant’s gleam shines over them whenever his gaze locks on an attractive woman.
At night, when the light is just right, his ocean blue eyes literally glow a deep aqua, slicing through the darkness as they do so. Though Krad scarcely shows heavy emotion around others, there are times in fact where his deep blue eyes take on a heavier shade of blue. During these times, his eyes dull along with his mood. Sadness, pain and isolation can be clearly spelled out as his shimmering eyes appear to form wavy patterns, almost as if they were trying to cry, but simply could not.
This male succubus has a smile that can make your heart skip a beat, but hates it with a burning passion, so he normally resorts to a confident smirk instead. He’s not much to show anything other than confidence on his face due to his confident nature. Not many have seen his ‘serious’ face, but those who have never lived long enough to relay its descriptions to anyone else. Pain and depression also do not frequent his countenance, yet when they do, they are more than amplified by the beauty of his shimmering blue eyes. It’s hard to not feel the heavy emotions brought on by this young man’s face.
This masculine young man stands six feet and two inches, easily outmatching an average man’s height. He also weighs approximately 178 pounds; most of it being his compact, yet defined muscles. His abs, or any other of his muscles, aren’t disgustingly prominent along his caramel-colored body, but they are very well defined and hard to miss. He has an athletic build but, when he is relaxed, his muscles have a basic definition just to show off his sexiness. Though his muscles aren’t astonishingly humongous, they are twice as strong as they appear, but when exacerbated, swell to their full potential and, with the glossy hue of sweat, fatigue and sheer primal determination, transform his appearance to that of a Norse God.
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Krad has the ability to call forth the dark magic that was bestowed upon him by a Gorgan Princess who culled him. When this happens, his Ocean Blue eyes, take on a pitched black coloring to them.
Basic Information
Name: Krad Zephyros
Age:[/u] 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6/2
Weight: 178
Homeworld: Shel’Valra
Languages: Galactic Common is his first language, though he has also learned Hirokan as well as Gral’Varr.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: None
Skills
Strength: level 3
Endurance: Level 2
Dexterity: Level 2
Speed: Level 2
Reflexes: Level 3
Acrobatics: Level 3
Unarmed: Level 3
Melee: Level 3
Tactics: Level 2
Fighters: Level 3
Bikes: Level 3
Cooking: Level 3
Level 1 = 0 = 0
Level 2 = 4 = 12
Level 3 = 7 = 41
Total = 53
Magic
Air Affinity: Level 2
Darkness Affinity: Level 2
Level 1 = 0 = 0
Level 2 = 2 = 6
Level 3 = 0 = 0
Total = 6
Overall = 59
Remainder = 11
Inventory
Weapon(s):
Mythril Two-handed Sword: This massive hunk of blue steel’s blade is about four feet long, thinning to its pointed tip, and is a foot in width from the base until the tip's curve begins. The blade itself weighs a staggering one hundred pounds and is incredibly dense; enough to pierce through the ground just by being dropped tip first. The blade stems from the golden guard that extends four inches from the blade on both sides. Beneath the guard is the foot long grip of the mighty blade. Black tape wrapped around this part of the sword provides the user with a better grip, allowing the weapon to be far more versatile than the average claymore, which can only be swung vertically and horizontally.
Himself: Krad’s secondary weapon is himself. Extensive training in mixed martial arts, street fighting, and a dabble of Ninjutsu has transformed this man’s entire body into a weapon. Krad’s fists are swift like a ninja’s, yet powerful like a boxer’s. His legs can exert crushing force on to anything that comes into contact with his bone-breaking kicks, and his nimble build allows him the mobility of a gymnast. His fighting styles are vast and vary upon the situation. He has no mastery over one fighting style, which is why he blends them all together, yet this causes them to become clumsy and unorganized. His skills are so far spread out that, even though he is a powerful fighter, any Master would be able to best him with experience alone.
Krad also, because of his natural affinity with the element Air, has a small list of abilities that, depending on how used, can turn this element into a weapon itself.
Apparel:
Normal Apparel: Krad doesn't really prefer any particular clothing style. One day he could be dressed semi-casual with a t-shirt and baggy jeans. Another moment he can be dressed to the tee in adventurer's garb such as his grayish white scarf, black tee shirt, grayish white baggy pants and taped leather black boots. Whatever the situation calls for you can best believe he will be dressed for the occasion. He dresses to impress, and impressing people is what he does. His wardrobe contains many different styles of clothing that he mixes, matches and changes into. There are too many variables to hint at any preferred style, though he is more often seen in his adventurer's garb sense he spends a lot of his time traveling the galaxy.
Adventurer’s Garb: Whenever out travelling through space Krad is usually wearing his adventurer’s outfit. A sleeveless shirt matching the color of his leather gloves is what he wears over his well-defined chest. Around his neck are two smoky-gray scarves, each around five feet in length, which trails through the wind as he walks like a cloudy mist. He tends to wrap his massive weapon in the scarf to act as a scabbard along his back. His lower body is covered by baggy cargo pants that tuck into the black leather boots on his feet. Around these boots is tape. The same tape is wrapped around his hands like a boxer, though it is rarely seen beneath his gloves.
Starship(s):
Though Krad has a lot of experience flying, he no longer owns a starship.
Vehicle(s):
None
Other:
Black Angel: Krad’s self-named Black Angel Electric Guitar is one of his prized possessions. Though he doesn’t carry it with him, it is safe in the hands of his band members who call him up whenever they have a show and need a lead guitarist.
Personality
Alignment: Neutral
Likes: There are very few things in life that Krad will admit to liking. Music is one of them. Some people may call music an escape, but Krad calls it a doorway into his soul. As shattered as his spirit is, there are many emotions that he just cannot feel no matter how deep h delves into himself. Along with music, he likes cooking. The smells, tastes, and beauty created by his fingers offsets all the gritty blood and grime they usually produce. Though he can be lazy at times, when he gets in to it, he looses himself in the art of cooking and can create masterpieces even out of ingredients he’s never worked with. He sometimes sells his cooking on underdeveloped worlds he visits from time to time: it is how he keeps a bit of that world’s currency in his pocket so that he may live comfortably there. One thing he definitely loves though is women.
Beautiful, ugly, sweet, sour, it does not matter to him. Though he would never take to bed a female beneath his shallow standards, he still enjoys the company of females no matter the situation. Females are honestly the only thing he will actively be nice too. He doesn’t even understand why he enjoys their company so much. His experience with females, from his history, would cause anyone else to probably fear them, but not him. Perhaps his soul is too far gone to fight back against the urge to escape them. Whatever the case, he always enjoys their company.
Dislikes: Everything else. Krad hates anyone trying to take advantage of him. He also hates when people use their power to control others weaker than them. It disgusts him to no end. Every life deserves a chance to make the world better, but if they make trouble, they have to answer to him. He also hates anything that tries to stifle change and evolution. He believes everyone and everything should be free to live and thrive as it should. Nothing and no one should be tied down by laws and expectations, which brings him to something else he hates: rules. Even rules of nature that dictate when things live and when things die. If he had the power, Krad would go against the very laws of nature and rebel until his final breath, but since he is only human, he can only dodge and defy death at every twist and turn.
Description:
Though he may be a grown man, Krad can sometimes act like he’s still a young teenager. He tries to maintain his cool all the time and be as calm as can be, but he still has feelings and emotions that like to rear up every now and then. On a normal day, he’s pretty cocky. Nothing ever scares or challenges him. It’s not much bravery as much as it’s just sheer arrogance and overwhelming self-confidence. He’s not the type to shy away from a challenge and believes strongly that he is the best and the baddest at everything, but because of this, he rarely gloats or flaunts his skills.
Krad isn’t an idiot, despite how he may act at certain times. He knows that the more he shows off the more people will want to challenge him. Even though he has an overwhelming confidence in himself and rarely turns down a challenge, it gets tiresome having to deal with people every single day telling him he can’t do something he knows he can. Eventually, he just got bored with such things and stopped showing off as much as he used too. Instead, he maintains his cool and is very relaxed for the majority of the time.
Krad is also a very sociable person who seeks to have fun with people over all. He likes to play and joke around, though he tends to try and maintain his cool whilst doing so. He may act like he is aloof to things one moment, or that he has infinite wisdom another moment. He really likes to flirt most of all. He loves the attention of women, both young and old, but he is very picky about the women that he may try to take home with him, which is caused by his over confidence. He feels as though, because he’s the best, he should only have the best looking women. He isn’t shallow when it comes to forming friendships, but he usually keeps others at a distance.
Betrayal and manipulation are have forever tattooed themselves on to this cocky warrior’s heart. He has seen his friends and comrades toyed with like puppets. He has also felt the tugging of strings along his own body on more than one occurrence, which is why he rarely exposes his deeper self to anybody. Though he rarely shows it, Krad has serious trust issues. He isn’t one to put hopes or aspirations into anyone or anything but himself.
Krad likes to come and go as he wills. He doesn’t like to sacrifice his time and efforts for anyone else, which is why he usually keeps them at an acquaintance level, never forming any deeper feelings for anyone. He’ll do nice things for people and treat them as if they’re his best friends, but he never truly feels as strongly for people as they may think he does. It’s just how he is. Life experiences have taught him to keep feelings like that reserved only for himself. He believes he is alone in this world and only trusts himself and his thoughts, but this can come at a price.
Solitude and isolation have eroded most of the warmer parts of his heart. His soul lays forever withered; a dusty husk of its former innocence. With only his dark past to hold him at night and self-defamation to comfort him during times of sorrow, this lone warrior slowly claws away at his own life, inadvertently killing what little he still has to smile for about himself. Eventually, he fears, if alone for much more of his life, darkness will not only smother his soul, but take it away.
What he looks for, however, is innocence: the innocence he'd lost in his rough childhood. He's lost much hope for the world and doesn't believe that there are any good-hearted people in the would. Though he sees the world in red, subconsciously, he is crying out for some pure-of-heart individual to prove him wrong and, once again, bathe him in their warm light.
BIOGRAPHY
Krad was born on a planet deep within the Dark Zones. His home world was an underdeveloped terrestrial planet by the name of Shel’Valra, at least, that was the name the Gorgans gave to it. The barbaric humans that lived here were built for superior strength and dexterity. They lived and thrived for hundreds of years in harmony with the other creatures of the world until sixteen years ago when the Gorgans invaded. They came with massive starships, diabolical weapons and world-shattering magical strength. Before his very eyes Krad’s entire family was killed, his village burned to the ground, and his world overrun. The young human attempted to fight back, but was brought down by the hellish soldiers and captured.
He was held in slavery for many years, but he was too young for the Gorgans to feed from, so he was forced to work. He and many other slaves were forced to build the Gorgan citadels; structures used to channel their demonic artes. He spent years working his skin to the bone performing impossible physical tasks. When he turned fourteen and was able to be culled without risk of death, he was selected by a Gorgan princess; a female from his own race who had been culled and turned by one from the royal family. Though one of these monstrous creatures, this Gorgan was still young and saw Krad not only as a meal, but a chance to taste the pleasures of the flesh.
Krad was forced to bed with this princess, his first and most horrifying experience. Though the demon attempted to hold a human form during this act, when her passion climbed to inhuman heights, she reverted to her twisted demonic form and sank her fangs into the young man; devouring his essence while their naked dance continued. She enjoyed this experience with him so much she kept Krad as her personal pet. She was displeased knowing that males could not be turned and was almost convinced to drain him, but this princess, so enticed by him now, convinced the others to allow her ownership of him.
This princess dug her claws into the young man who, for four years, never left her side. When the initial takeover was complete, this princess was left in charge of Shel’Valra. By this point, Krad’s mind, body and soul had been ravaged by this demon mercilessly. He was also recognized as a Chosen One to his people as he was the only human aligned with their new gods. Rebels devoted their lives to overthrowing their demonic gods. They saw Krad more as a spirit willing their fires on to fight back against the Gorgans. On Krad’s eighteenth birthday, war exploded all over Shel’Vara. The humans rebelled viciously against the Gorgans.
Many will killed, but the race as a whole fought ferociously, and whenever they were killed in battle, they would call out to their chosen one. They would call out to Krad. They would call out to his warrior spirit for strength in battle. They would call out to his soul and, as their cries and screams echoed in unison throughout the dark palace in which he stayed, they had awakened him. His conscious was revived and he realized these demons were not his gods, but his slave masters. With his warrior’s spirit now reawakened, he escaped the castle in order to join his brothers and sisters in battle. Not only did his raw strength and talents assist him, but so did the cultivated magicks the Gorgan princess herself taught him.
When on the battlefield, his people recognized him as not just a chosen one, but as a god of war resurrected by their blood to lead them to freedom. Krad fought and fought until his heart was ready to explode. With his skill, the humans were beginning to drive off the Gorgan race. Their generals fled from battle on-by-one, but Krad was not ready to allow them to live. He chased one down all the way to her ship, boarded it and, when the craft broke free into the atmosphere, Krad killed her. Unfortunately, a random series of coordinates were punched in to the craft and Krad, unable to decipher them, was launched into hyperspace hundreds of light years away from his home world.
A New Life
Krad awoke days later on a Myrtha planet within the Alliance Zone and was nursed back to health. It was here that he started his new life away from the Gorgans and their demonic rule. No more would his soul be eaten. No more would his body be ravaged. He would survive and thrive in this new world. He would control his own destiny. And one day, maybe one day, he would find his way back and claim his revenge against the hellish princess and all others of the Gorgan Race.
Krad spent little over a year on the Myrthra home world learning how this half of the galaxy worked. Though he gained many skills and familiarity with technology from the Gorgans, there was still worlds more of information he still needed to be taught. The first of these was music. He joined a group of musicians and mastered the guitar. It was with this group that he first began traveling the galaxy performing concerts. He did many songs in the Myrthra language, but as he learned Galactic Common, he also sang in that language as well, but sometimes he would speak a sentence or two in Gral’Varr. He never came across anyone who knew this language, but it always seemed to impress the crowds.
The rock star lifestyle was a boring one, though, and Krad slowly found himself turning to the mercenary career path. He took on many jobs whether it meant killing monsters or humans, which didn’t sit very well with the Alliance Government, especially after recovering from the war against the Galactic Imperium. An arrest warrant was issued for the blue-haired mercenary, but he killed the officers that attempted to use unnecessary force to capture him. After that, he became a wanted criminal and was forced to leave the Alliance Zones or be captured and executed. It was in the Free Zones that his life as a mercenary took off. He was one very skilled individual who combined brute strength with magic and a deadly mind.
Recently, Krad joined forces with a band of space pirates and have been sailing the Star Ocean with them if only for a short time. They mostly focused on ships that delivered supplies to the Alliance Zone and stole food and goods. However, one target fled all the way back to the Zone, but the pirates chased after them and raided their ship in Alliance space. Nobody escaped these pirates. On their way back out into the Free Zone they picked up something on the monitor: a stray escape pod that looked like it was launched from a nearby Myrthra planet. Krad suggested they take the pod aboard and see what was inside, and what the pirates found when they opened it surprised every one of them.
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Her breath was hot, but her touch was so cold. His world was dark, yet it ran red like the blood-colored silk of the sheet. He sat there; a shadow from his hair, as black as his soul, covered his eyes as her clawed nails ran gently across his naked chest. Her felt her bare bosom press firmly against his back in her embrace; the thick scent of ecstasy running down his lungs like a thick sap. She whispered his name in a demonic tongue and his heart began to pound. From behind he could hear her leathery wings expand. His pounding heart beat loudly against his chest, its volume increasing as her breath neared his neck. Fangs pressed against the flesh and the volume of his pounding heart increased. That is when he realized it. It was not his heart beating, but the drums pounding behind him.
Without even missing a beat, his fingers thrashed down against the strings of his electric guitar. The demonic voice in his ears morphed into the roars of the crowd that surrounded the platform he and his band members stood. His fingers moved powerfully against the guitar, a wonder that the strings hadn’t snapped off by now, and his harmony resonated with the music produced by the orchestral sounds of the rest of his band. All clad in black they strummed, drummed, and thumbed away, head-banging and stomping as their rock trembled the arena.
Krad was in his own world. His eyes broke open and their ocean blue flashed with more life than ever before. He spoke…
I shoulda seen all the signs all around me,
But I was comfortable inside these claws.
So go ahead and take another piece of me now
While we all bow down to you!
But I was comfortable inside these claws.
So go ahead and take another piece of me now
While we all bow down to you!
As he spoke the roar of the guitars and ambiance of the symphony picked up the pace leading into the chorus. Krad sang as effortlessly as he strummed away on his guitar. It was a wonderful talent he had; singing and playing. His mind could split and do multiple tasks at once, a skill he learned during his training in the bedroom. His singing Ceased as the chorus ended and he continued a powerful rift before continuing with the next verse.
How can you numb my affliction
If you’re the sickness and I’m the cure?
For too long I’ve faked this addiction
Another sacrifice to make this pure!
If you’re the sickness and I’m the cure?
For too long I’ve faked this addiction
Another sacrifice to make this pure!
The chorus, again, exploded within the arena. The fans screamed, yelled, and cheered. Krad’s words not only spoke out for them, but spoke to them. His voice, his sounds, his emotions cried in harmony with the souls of everyone who had been hurt, betrayed, and ravaged during their lifetime. Though the crowds did not know the lyrics, their souls sang with his in perfect chaotic harmony. Burning, crying, broken, and dying they screamed for him to release them from their hell. They called to him as did his people who once called out to him during battle.
The group approached the bridge of the song and Krad’s passion fell flat, yet pure. He was no longer within the confines of the arena, but back before the one who tortured and destroyed his being. His tongue switched from Galactic Common to something no being on this side of the galaxy could possibly fathom to learn. With this demonic tongue came an echoic effect that needed no technology to produce. His words vibrated like a demon speaking in two tones. In this dark, inhuman whisper, he spoke words as cold as ice.
I Won’t Forget.
I Cannot Forget This.
I Won’t Forget.
I’ll Never Forget This.
I Won’t Forget.
I Cannot Forget This.
I Won’t Forget.
I’ll Never Forget This!
I Cannot Forget This.
I Won’t Forget.
I’ll Never Forget This.
I Won’t Forget.
I Cannot Forget This.
I Won’t Forget.
I’ll Never Forget This!
Towards the end this inhuman whisper turned into a hellish roar. His voice bellowed as if it called to the spirits from a different dimension. He was screaming in this twisted tongue, his voice echoing with every word. His muscles, his veins bulged from his neck and arms as he screamed the same way he screamed when on the battlefield, fighting for his life. The band members behind him thundered on with their sounds, resonating with this evil that he produced. He screamed and roared! He repeated these words twice more before switching into a soulless tone. His fingers strummed a small rift while he spoke in Common; the drummer continuing on in the background.
You know I can never prove this illusion.
You are the one that I thought you were.
And so I’ve learned to embrace this illusion.
The line that separates us starts to blur.
You are the one that I thought you were.
And so I’ve learned to embrace this illusion.
The line that separates us starts to blur.
The chorus, again, exploded into the arena and without missing a beat, he sang them out with all the passion his broken soul still contained.
You Tear Me Down and then You Pull Me Up!
You Take It All and still Its Not Enough!
You Try To tell Me You Can Heal Me
But I’m Still Bleeding and You’ll Be the Death Of Me!
Ooooh! Ooooooh!
And You’ll Be The Death Of Me
I WON’T FORGET!
I CANNOT FORGET THIS!
And You’ll Be the Death Of ME
[/i][/color][/center]You Take It All and still Its Not Enough!
You Try To tell Me You Can Heal Me
But I’m Still Bleeding and You’ll Be the Death Of Me!
Ooooh! Ooooooh!
And You’ll Be The Death Of Me
I WON’T FORGET!
I CANNOT FORGET THIS!
And You’ll Be the Death Of ME
His voice ceased and his fingers slowed. The song slowly drifted to a soft hum, but nothing could silence the roars and screams of the crowd. Krad’s grip on his emotions was fleeting. Music was his only doorway into his soul and, as the song came to a close so did that door. A shaky gasp escaped his raspy breath. It was exhausting speaking in that foreign language. Gral’Varr was so much easier for him.
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