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Description

Standing just shy of seven feet, this massive being is shrouded with a cloak. Tattered and baggy black pants are seen just below his cloak and are tucked into his large soiled covered dark boots. With him as always is his seven foot nodachi sword that he usually drags behind his massive build. Sometimes whistleing from the blade cutting through the air, sometimes not. His face is shrouded in darkness from the hood that he has covering his head. Sometimes with brief movements of his head a glimpse of his pure white flesh is seen, almost glowing from the light touching his flesh. A mystery is beneath that that darkness but if you know him well enough you may just see what he never shows.

Personality

A rather quite man, with a voice that sounds low and raspy. As if he hasnt spoken a word in a long time. In situations where being threatened his voice seems to crawl from the darkness, sucking the air out of your ears to make room. He has a troubling past that he doesnt let to many know, unless he finds you worthy enough to hear the tale that made him what he is. Some call him a destroyer of gods, others call him a nightmare. But only a select few call him the most loyal of friends that will always be there when needed.

Equipment

With him always is his trusty, seven foot nodachi sword. So sharp it seems to cut air molecules allowing the blade to make a faint whistle, even with the slowest of steps. But with a slight twist of the blade it quickly silences. His footsteps are heard booming from the weight of the massive being but can silence just as quickly as his blade, making him purely silent. Tucked beneath his cloke is a flask that he sips from time to time. What's in it he wishes no one to find out but may tell to only friends, for it may end their friendship if they ever knew.

History

A past filled with to many horrors and terrible times. The last thing he remembers when but a child is being covered in blood with his parents at his feet, looking into a mirror to see a blood streaked face with a horrific, jaw grinding grin. From there it only proceeds to get worse, spirialing downhill to a dark abyss that makes him the man that he is to this day. From loseing loved ones that he fought hard to have, to a horrid event that left him with the flask he sips from. A being shrouded in mystery, only a select few know his complete tale, and many that did know are dead.

Hyrio's Story