Description

Personality

Ajunta is a firm believer in the policy of emotional empowerment. For him passion is the cornerstone to strength and it is strength he worships. For him nothing matters but the conflict, the drawn sword and the spilled blood. He was once a man, a warrior of his people, and that pride has been warped by 3,000 years of combat. Never the most subtle of beings Ajunta loves taunting nearly everyone, baiting them to fight. But at the same time the warriors views everyone as an inferior, hardly worth his time. Some would say the one time mortal fights in order to find meaning in a life devoid of true purpose. After all 3,000 years is a long time.

Equipment

Death's Sickle- A weapon of myth and legend it has appeared in many tales and religions. An ordinary looking if masterfully made harvester's sickle this weapon seems at odds with it's fame. Even more so in the hands of Ajunta. But this sickle once was the weapon of choice for the Grim Reaper, The Angel of Death, Death, call him what you will. And it emanates a otherworldly aura to those sensitive to such things. It's mere appearance can kill most mortals and those that can resist it's power will face the wrath of it's wielder. And the razor edge of it's eternally sharp blade. An interesting fact of note is Ajunta can not seem to block with it, despite a sickle's highly valued defensive properties. Perhaps it is a legacy of it's true owner for the Angel of Death had no reason to fear injury or at least he once did.


Short Sword- A masterfully made short sword it is crafted of a dark almost stone like metal and engraved with runes. The legacy of a forgotten language those runes hint at power beyond mortal means. Ajunta has had this blade for nearly all his rather long life

Compound Bow- A rather masterfully looking compound bow it is crafted of some dark wood interwoven with lighter colored wood.

Quiver- A normal everyday leather quiver the arrows it holds are anything but ordinary. The arrows are bodkin heads, designed to punch through armor but that is not the most interesting fact about them. Their steel heads are dipped in a poison known as Immortal's Bane. A potent connection it is strong enough to kill through mere contact with unbroken skin, even breathing in the vapors of the poison is enough to make even a vampire deathly ill.

Throwing Knives- A belt of small pure silver throwing knives they too are dipped in Immortal's Bane.

History

Ajunta was born in the dim misty past on island that would later be known as Ireland. A early Celtic tribe his people where mostly hunter gatherers and so to was Ajunta. Born to the tribe leader's second wife Ajunta was one of many living sons and so entertained no thought of inheritance for only the first born son would get any. And so from an early age the child was trained in the ways of the warrior for the spoils of war could make anyone rich. And at this the child proved remarkably adept mastering spear,sword, and bow to such a degree that by the age of 14 he had nothing left to learn from his teachers. And so since he was a man by his tribe's standards he found his place in the raiding parties of the tribe's warriors.

Blood, Screams, Death, and pain of sword and spear became his constant companions. The sun bronzed his skin, battle scarred and hardened it, and in his heart was born a warrior's pride. The tattoos of the proud warrior were inked onto his skin paying tribute to the scars of combat. Walking tall and proud he was the pride of his tribe. For every battle they fought was won by his willpower, by his initiative, and his sword arm. A leader of men he came to control the tribe's warriors as his eldest brother came to lead it.

But a warrior's pride is a fickle thing and if one is not careful it could consume oneself. And so it was with Ajunta. Finding a strange short sword as the spoils of yet another conquest the warrior delighted in it's perfection. For it's heft and balance where superb and it cut the air with a whistling keening. With such a fine blade the reputation of the warrior only increased, along with his pride. And so came his greatest folly.

No man is truly invincible and even the greatest warrior will eventually know defeat on the field of battle. And so it was with Ajunta on his last field as a mortal. A well aimed arrow guided by that one universal truth pieced his heart and as his life poured upon the ground the Angel of Death came to collect yet another soul to lead to the realm of the dead. But Ajunta in his pride refused to die and through sheer willpower pulled the shaft from his body. Standing firm despite the crimson tide that washed over his body the warrior charged Death's visage, his short sword thrusting cleaning through the black robes Death wore. And for the first time Death bled, his golden ichor staining the ground.

And so Ajunta came to be the first man to conquer Death. Taking from his opponent the Sickle of Fate he was struck with a curse. Ajunta in his folly had not realized Death was merely wounded not defeated. And so Death cursed Ajunta to live a life undying, to live in perpetual youth. To never fear the wounds of weapons or sickness ever again. To live while all round him died until he too was eventually conquered as Death himself had been. And when his final release came that Ajunta should be destroyed body, mind, and soul. That his name shall be forever erased from memory itself.

And so for 3,000 years Ajunta lived as such, never fearing anything. His love for battle only increased by his inability to die, but his secret despair at knowing when defeat finally came for him it would be total and unavoidable only increased. That no amount of willpower would overcome it.

And so he finds himself now in Blood Lust City, a den of vampires for amongst other immortals the 3,000 years he has lived does not feel like such a burden. And in the air hung the gathering storm, the tempo of it's melody as familiar to the warrior as his own heartbeat and as enticing to him as the smooth thighs of a woman. For he was a warrior and battle meant the world to him. For he held out hope that if he killed anyone capable of fighting him that fate could be rewritten. And the two of the most powerful beings in existence dwell within Blood Lust City as it's rulers.