Name: Victor(Vic) Rosen
Race: Human
Class: Swordsman(one handed)
Primary strength:
His unique fight style acquired while he was under the curse. He fights in a wild unpredictable way drawing from the viscious bloodlust imprinted upon him.
-His speed and strength is given a momentary boost when he goes "berserk"
Secondary Strengths:
Technical know-how. He can put together and take apart just about anything with enough time. He is a tinkerer.
Shortfalls:
-Being an average human he can not make natural magic
-Average strength
-Average endurance
Side facts:
Victor has an unnatural appearance for a human of his age and health. His skin is almost ash colored and his lips seem to lack oxygen taking on a purplish hue along with sunken shadowed eyes with a watery irritated appearance. His irises are darkened and his pupils larger than normal almost giving him a doe-eyed look. All of this remnants of the curse they got rid of. There are traces still there and at night sometimes he does odd things without realizing it but he hasn't harmed anyone since he was cured.
No one is sure where his parents are at this point or if they are still alive. Not even he knows, he seems to avoid that topic.
Background History:
Victor was supposed to be a normal kid. He grew up with a normal family in a normal city. Well...as normal as it gets with Therians working as butchers and Elves working in textile shops. He just wanted to be well off like anyone else, and tried his hardest to do so applying to a technical school in the city. He had a lot of intelligence and a knack for understanding how things worked and were put together. Spent his youth collecting bits and parts of things and putting them together in ways no one would have thought to. He would have made a great head to a technological company.
It didn't last that way. His father expected "more" of him, felt he wasn't doing enough sitting around studying books when a warlock was out there.
"The Nocturnal war. You don't remember it but my grandfather could spin you tales. To fight against lawless magical beasts, to purge this world of that ungodly poison, that's the way for a man." It was easy for him to say six mugs under and with little more than the grime beneath his fingernails to speak of.
Victor didn't join the military for him. He didn't do it for himself either, it was to prove a point. Perhaps after a few scars and medals he'd earn the right and the funds to get what he wanted, what his father couldn't have even if he dreamed it. He never expected it all to come at a cost quite like this.
To be realistic, there wasn't a full war on. The military had little to do at the time he joined except routines and training, guard this, patrol that sort of things. No one really knew where the big bad warlock was or what he was doing. So all they had was busywork. Victor was pleased with his position, it was challenging physically but it wasn't the nightmare everyone said it was. He did as he was told and had his place among his crew. Even started to like them. Victor was pleasantly surprised at how he developed the strength and endurance that serving required and quietly relished in the peace. Until there was a lead.
Whatever brass oversaw his company seemed to think that a cluster of supporters were making action and stirring up magic deep in the forest so they sent out his enstallment to apprehend and question them. What they marched into, rifles in hand was the resting place of a very old cursed weapon. Only one man was inside, naked and surrounded by very old corpses. He looked possessed, his eyes completely black with veins of shadow seemingly throbbing and winding across the skin around his eyes. It was like his blood had turned thick and sour and was rebelling against his body. He immediately attacked and was immediately filled with a dozen brand new holes. There was no lead there, it was a waste of time. Victor's suggestion of taking the weapon back for an investigation made it into worse. Even with combat armor and gloves the curse drove its way into him the moment he touched it, digging its way into the skin of his wrist and tunneling its way up and through his body.
None of his men survived and after that day a new urban myth began to spread about a murderer and his blade.
Victor and Kylin:
Kylin is the one who seeked out Victor. Six months went by and the city overrun by paranoia and a strange curfew caught his interest luring him and Ro-an to go toe to toe with him. Victor was completely overcome at that point, little more than a corpse with a blade and an endless mindless call for blood. Kylin stood in the middle of an empty street with little more than a tourist booklet and commanded Ro-an to fight him to "see what the damage is". After watching them fight he declared him a case worth the rescue, if anything to challenge his steadily growing knowledge of magic weaponry and armor. It was a test. Kylin had Ro do all the heavy lifting. It took a full night to subdue him and several more hours to separate him from his blade. He cordoned off an inn room unofficially turning it into Victor's own private rehabilitation center and for three weeks did little more than research, shop for magic trinkets, meditate, and heal to the best of his ability without natural magic. It was useless. Whomever created the blade had natural ability which was far stronger than anything Kylin could reproduce Victor was dying and wouldn't survive much longer without proper treatment.
Kylin had Ro-an wrestle him onto a cart, bind him down and fasten his sword and hands against his chest. With that they transported him personally to the elves. Kylin had history with them, having done a favor for one of the many frigid snow elf siblings. Having a connection like that worked wonders as Victor was able to be seen to by an expert. It took a long time of rehabilitation but eventually they were able to remove the curse and lock away the weapon once more for good. Victor met Kylin for the first time as himself while they were there and he swore loyalty to him out of gratitude.
Victor and Ro-an:
After hearing how he was saved and patching what little he could remember from under the curse he and Ro-an became trusted companions. Victor tends in general to take their relationship as comrades more seriously. He noticed the way Kylin and Ro-an interact and learned very quickly what their mannerisms meant. Kylin was a sly, smart, manipulative devil and Ro-an a star struck soldier. He worshipped Kylin in a dangerous way. Kylin entertained Ro-an's fascination over him out of a greedy sort of intrigue but there was no doubt in Victor's mind that he would put an end to it the moment it got in the way of either his gains or his safety. It put them all in danger. Victor's attitude towards Ro-an is colder, not because he dislikes him but because he worries. No one ought to reach for a sun.