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6'1" and 235lbs. He forges and enchants weaponry for a living, and as a result, he is pretty muscular, but not grossly so. He has olive skin,mid-length black hair that he does much of anything with, and brown eyes that are often mistaken for black. Not particularly choosy about what he wears, preferring comfort over fashion, and usually wears darker colors.

Personality

Erion puts on a happy face for everyone, and he plays his role well. Rarely does anyone ever notice that he never goes any deeper into a conversation than small talk, or that he never talks about himself, If they do notice, they assume he's just your typical semi nerdy shy guy. The truth is, he's anything but shy, he simply doesn't deem most people worthy of conversation, mages and normal humans alike. He finds social interactions in general to be at best, distractions, and at worst, a very risky gamble. Refuses to open up to anyone. It'll take a very special person to break through his mental and emotional walls.
Focused on controlling every aspect of himself, he has all but shut off his emotions altogether, and is logical to the extreme. His obsession with control has led to some.. interesting (creepy) side effects.

Equipment

Erion has a love for bladed weapons of all types, but as carrying around a sword or spear in the middle of New York might garner unwanted attention, he manages with a matching pair of daggers with obsidian blades that he keeps hidden around his waist, or sometimes up his sleeves.

History

-Diary of Erion Wroth-

December 15

I have to say... for all the power I supposedly have, I'd like nothing more than to be like these normal people this time of year. I wonder what Id be doing right now if I were a normal human? Spending time with my family? Shopping for Christmas gifts? It snowed recently... maybe I'd be outside with my siblings playing in it, making snow men and snow angels, or having a snowball fight?

A nice little fairy tale. Of course that will never be me. Instead of taking part in all those normal holiday activities, I'm lying in a hospital room, half bandaged up like a lame mummy from some old black and white movie.

No worries, though... it'll all heal up soon. It always does...

The physical damage, anyway... I don't think that the emotional scars will be as easy to heal as the burns or broken bones.

I thought that that life was bad when my parents were killed in front of me when I was eight. Well... it was awful actually, but I managed to get through it... somehow. I was damaged even then, of course.. that's not something that anyone should witness, let alone a grade school child.. but, still, I got through it.

Yes, being in foster care for all those years sucked. All those families, all those different homes.. all the sweet, happy looking people who took pity on me and my situation, and who wanted soooo badly to help. Riiight... liars, hypocrites, and greedy bastards, every single one of them. They wanted me because they couldn't have kids of their own, and wanted to mold me into the image of their imaginary son(Hey, let's go fishing/play catch/wood carve/whatever like I did with my dad), or they wanted me so they could use me to gain a boost in status (Oh, look at me! I'm taking care of an orphan, I'm obviously a much better person than you are!), or, they did it for the usual reason: the money. The worst were those “Christian” families, who decided they were doing God's work by looking after me, and turning me into a good christian boy. Those families usually had violent drunks playing the role of the husband, and ball busting, mentally unstable, self proclaimed martyrs for wives. And lets not forget those “spare the rod, spoil the child” types. Those all ended badly...

And people wonder why I have such a skewed vision of the world.

So yes...I've had a crappy roller coaster ride of a life so far. But none of it was a bad as what just happened to me. None of it could have prepared me for my Master's betrayal.

He was the one who saved me from that life. He found me, adopted me, trained me to use my powers properly. He was like a father to me... I opened up to him... he was the only person I had done that for since my parents' death. I laughed with him, cried with him... I trusted him completely... and in the end, what did I get for my troubles? A knife in the back! He decided I wasn't using MY power the way it should be used, and tried to kill me and take it for himself!

He should have finished the job.

I'm 16 now, and old enough to be emancipated. As soon as I heal up, I'll take what money is left from what my parents willed to me, and I'll start a new life. I'll learn, I'll train, I'll become wiser and stronger... strong enough that no one will ever be able to hurt me again. And one day... I promise I will kill that son of a bitch. Not with this power he sought so badly... oh no... he'll die by these two hands.

Enjoy the rest of your time on earth Kevin Knight... or Abaddon, or whatever you choose to call yourself. It'll be up soon.

Erion Wroth/ Erebos's Story