Post by Vive on Jun 9, 2014 13:50:21 GMT
Albanus Caesar
Nickname:
Caesar
Gender:
Male
Sexual Preference:
Heterosexual
Age:
703
Race:
Fairy
Allegiance:
Imperial
Occupation:
Warden of the maximum-security prison Elysium
Weapons:
Steel sword cane and ice-based weapons
Strengths:
✔ Ice (Advanced Water Magic)
✔ Telekinesis
✔ Illusions
Weaknesses:
✘ Poor Swordsmanship
✘ Fire-Based Magics
Likes:
✔ Subzero Temperatures
✔ Hunting
✔ Dogs
✔ Socks
✔ Games
Dislikes:
✘ Criminals
✘ Heat
✘ Tainted beings
Personality: His experiences in these lands have created a collected individual completely different from what he began his journey as. Though prideful he is never one to lose his calm demeanor, especially in combat. Good humored even among the company of the lowest intellectual beings in present day he appears humble. Despite the need to slay any being showing the slightest amount of corruption his restraint is one of the most respected attributes among his companions. A overall gentleman save for the tendency to impale upon a flag the wicked of the world.
Personal History: Curious of what a man does over the course of seven centuries? Sorry to disappoint you friend but I haven't many tales to tell, thirty years is all I can spare. As by custom of my people many a memories have been sealed away from my own recollection. My history is littered with blank patches. What? The purpose? You lot know so little of your ancestors yet you beckon our aid whenever you fancy. Hm, I do suppose you are not to blame. Knights of Justice we certainly are, what thought but legendary warriors comes to mind? Listen well then. As by custom we lock away any memories that would aid a Fairies return to our homeland once we descend upon these cursed lands, so that the filth we gather here should not spread. Even my country's name is but a blur.. I can tell you this however, I was the King of my kind. One of many but never the last. But by holy divination I was drawn here. I felt driven to pursue the tainted beings that plagued your nations. Driven to cleanse that which plagued your people so that one day you could return to your forefather's side. That much I am certain of. Choosing to exist among you however I feel has complicated my journey.
What to tell, oh! I suppose my current circumstances should be mind boggling at least. Warden of Elysium, a fortress of a prison where only the most heinous of villains find themselves. A fitting plot for the Isle of the Forgotten, no? Here we live, surrounded by the ocean for miles to come. Staffed with some of the best your kinds have to offer never once has a man sentenced to this stronghold been returned to modern civilization alive. Or more so, alive as the same man. You'll learn soon enough, don't want to spill all the beans now. We try to keep some things hush hush, understand? Some people can be so very fragile. If events occurring here went out in the open.. Well now, i'd rather not be a part of it is all. No reason a misunderstanding should complicate my quest any further.
But why am I here? It's nice and cold here I can tell you that. Refreshing, ooh. Slasher can't stand coming here but he rarely pays visits as is. The domain is mine to rule with little hassle from him. Oh, you know of him? Aren't you informed now? The man's tied close to my days here, we'll make that our introduction then. Six years. It's been six years since I met him. That man made me realize what I thought to be a simple quest was far more elaborate then the prophecy made it seem. I spent my years past doing as I said, "Pursuing the tainted." The hunt was something I always did enjoy. Chasing after my mark for miles upon miles. Pushing them to accomplish feats they'd never thought capable had their lives not been in complete danger. Chipping away at their body and minds till they were nothing but animals - no, husks with a single thought, a single dream that they would live to see the sun. I craved those moments, I lusted for them. It alone made the corruption in the very air tolerable. A truly blissful quest.
But the day to day euphoria ended with our meeting.
We Fairies are keen to the smell of corruption and this man was wretched. Worse had come but he could not be allowed his breath. And so another hunt had began. I set in a fog so thick that objects became invisible three feet in front of oneself. It was of course an illusion. Fogs took time to create but I was in a haste, the sight of this man drove me mad. Little did I know that my eagerness would be my undoing. With a whip of my cane I sent my steed, a man who could only be described as beastly into a frenzy. The moment it's howl hit that mans ear he was off. I spread a grin, ear to ear, and was soon in pursuit. I chased him through the night for two hours before he collapsed to the dirt below. I remember well the anger I felt. His atrocities didn't meet his capabilities and I was more insulted then I could ever remember being. Leaping off the beast I dropped to the ground below and rushed the cowering man. And then I felt it, a warmth like no other. My confidence had left me on my knees, trying to contain my innards as they spilt to the ground in front of me. The pain was like no other, only surpassed by the great shame I felt. In a single move I was utterly defeated. And yet, days later, I awoke.
My wounds had been mended and I found myself in unfamiliar territory. Decorated walls lined with gold. The only other soul aside from my own was that of a human doctor standing close to an open door. His fear was justified but unnecessary. His purity was clear even through my hazy vision. As my lips parted to speak the tongue I had learned well a figure stepped into the room. Him. The man who had ripped my belly clear open with his blade. I dared not lash out at the man who had bested me in combat, no matter how his filthy stench twisted my senses. Without introduction he indulged me on the time I had been unconscious. Following our quarrel he dragged me back to his domain and had me "patched" together. It had been two days and no scar remained, he questioned me tirelessly. With his ridiculous schedule it took nearly three days to complete the interrogation. I was nothing but honest. My respect for him and my own personal shame left me simply in wait for our sessions. On the third day he came to me with a proposal. "Caesar, how would you like to join me in ridding this world of the tainted?"
And to pay my dues I did just that. I've manned Elysium since that that. Our encounter taught me many things but most of all helped me realize one important fact. Simply slaying every corrupt I came across would change little. Those demons, the very bane of all that was holy had to be dealt with first. They were no spawn of ours nor any of us ancients. They had risen from the Earth's blackest pit. And though some claimed to be of virtue their existence was a crime in itself. We will stomp out the roaches of this world. And when all is cleansed only then will my quest end. Now then, Yuki was it? You've heard my tale and i've answered your questions. So do tell me this for I have been pondering it since you walked through my kingdom's door. What exactly are you?
Other:
As a result of his psychokinetic prowess his mental fortitude makes him immune to many a types of deception based magics.
Puppet-master:
ViveTuVida
