Name: Eryx "Reaper" Oren
Race: Human
Gender: Male
age: 20
Weapons: Long black sword and protective vest, both with magic embedded in them.
Bio: Born into a middle class family, everyone assumed that the Oren's were a tightly nit family. In reality Eryx's mother and father fought often and one night when he was eleven his father came home drunk. His father became violent and took out a knife from the pantry, stabbing his mother with it. When his father looked over to Eryx and his sister, Eryx knew he had to due something. So, he pulled out the short blade his father had given him and as his father came at them, Eryx stabbed him through the chest. After that his sister was taken into care by relatives, while Eryxwas sent away to a distant hospital. Eryx broke out at age fourteen, having spent much of his time, in that God-Forsaken place, training. After escaping he started the journey back east to reunite with his sister and try to live as a family again. As he traveled on foot, it took him three years to make it back to his home city. His daily routine for that time period was fourteen hours of walking, five hours for training and five hours left to sleep, eating as he walked. When he arrived at the city it was much as he remembered it, but he quickly realized that what seemed like an eternity to him, was only six years to the rest of the world.
Once he arrived at the home of his aunt and uncle he saw a girl of about twelve playing in the yard. Eryx recognized her as his sister and went rushing to her curious about how her life had been. But when he called out to the girl, she simply gave him a frightened look and ran inside the house. Upon speaking with his uncle, he learned that due to trauma his sister no longer had memories of her old life, or of him. Devastated, Eryx stormed out of the house. He did not wish for his sister to forget him, but he didn't want her to remember the dark times of their childhood, or that day they separated. Realizing he no longer had a place there, he begin a new journey, one that he didn't understand yet. After leaving that city one last time, he signed on with a band of mercenaries as they moved from job to job. Gaining the name "Reaper" amongst the band, for his perfected swordsmanship and deadly prowess in battle, he toured with his new found family for three years. Now at age twenty he has struck out on his own, and see what else the world had to offer.
Looks:
You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.