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Herast, The Demon of the Burnt Forest

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a character in “Kingdom of Shadows”, as played by Phersu

Description

Full Name: Herast. He is also known as the 'Demon of the Burnt Forest,' and the 'Tower Knight.' Mainly because of his appearance.

Gender: Male, and identifies as Male.

Sexuality: Heterosexual.

Race: Nephilim - Kapre

Occupation & Level of Education: Wandering Knight. His education is average, but he is unable to read or write. He can speak just fine, however.

Age, Height & Weight: 200 years old, Eight feet tall (96 Inches), and around 300 pounds of solid muscle.

General Appearance: He has slightly long, dark black hair with hints of gray in it, and his eyes are a somber gray. His body is built like a slab of granite, all unyielding muscle trained to the extreme. His face is far from pretty, looking like it was chiseled from stone after being bashed around with a hammer. His skin is a dark, grayish brown, almost like that of the bark of a burnt and dead tree. It also has the look and texture of twisted bark. His knuckles, elbows, and knees are covered in hard callouses from battering people with them.

Combat experience: His skill in combat is with his sword, much too big to be swung by a normal person. His fighting style is rough, molded by years and years of combat rather than training. He can also handle himself with merely his fists, which are big enough to grasp a head with. He fights with all his limbs, striking with even his knees and elbows. His fighting style is reminiscent of someone taken with a berserk rage, using his entire body as a weapon.

Beliefs: Herast believes in and serves Rakash, who is less of a god than a god-slayer. Rakash, in the stories Herast was told as a child, was a human man who achieved the title of god by slaying one. As such, Rakash is a god of combat. His followers abide by one rule when it comes to combat, which entitles that a follower of Rakash shall never fight someone they outnumber. Rakash followers believe in combat against one on one, or one on many, but never many on one. They would rather die than gang up on someone they outnumber. Herast believes and follows Rakash because of his triumphs in battle, regardless of what race he was when human. He dedicates the first and last kill in a battle to Rakash as per his belief.

Aspirations: Herast aspires to a glorious death in battle against a worthy foe, as he believes himself to have nothing left to live for. He has yet to meet such a fate, however, as he doesn't hold back in a fight. He seeks this as he is weary with living and all he has lost in his years.

Possessions: He always carries his rock-like sword, or rather sword-like rock, with him at all times. He calls it 'Breaker' for obvious reasons. Aside from that, he merely has his plate-mail skirt along with the metal bracers he has around his wrists and ankles. He tends to move slowly because of these things.

Personality: Herast is a solemn giant, speaking few words and those he does is very blunt. He seems to be the opposite of his species, but remnants of it can be found there. Were he to find one he deems worthy, he would follow and serve them with all his might. He is also surprisingly gentle with small things, such as animals and children. Simply put, to a woman he is smitten with he would merely be a giant cuddly bear.

History: Herast was a stereotypical Kapre when he was younger, and he played many tricks on people. He lived in a lush forest not too far from human civilization, with other Kapre. His personality quickly became warped after an incident when he was a teenager by Kapre standards. He fell in love with a human princess, and regularly went out to see her. Her father, the king, was enraged when he discovered their illicit relationship. He commanded his armies to set fire to the forest in which Herast lived after capturing Herast himself. Herast broke free of the king's imprisonment in rage as he learned of the fate of his home, and let the fires of his rage burn all around him. He came to his senses with the king's head between one of his large hands and the stones of his own castle, ground to a pulp. After this, he fled from the land, guilt overcoming him with what he had caused and what he had done. He started wandering from that point forward, eventually finding the sword he carries today and continuing on his journey. He isn't sure why he started to travel, if he had wanted redemption or not. Now he merely continues to because he has nothing else left.

So begins...

Herast, The Demon of the Burnt Forest's Story

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A giant roamed the path to Maslona, standing eight feet tall and packed with dark, rippling muscles. A giant sword, or rather a rock imitating a sword, was carried in it's large hands, the dull side of it resting against one of the giant's shoulders. It was naked except for metal bracers around his ankles and wrists, and a dull metal plate-skirt around his waist. Not that such a beast needed to wear shoes to protect his feet, as any rocks would no doubt merely be crushed under the weight of this giant.

The giant's name was Herast, a knight of sorts. He was traveling to Maslona to search for work, as traveling knights and mercenaries alike were wont to do in order to feed themselves. So far he was alone on the path to Maslona, although travelers had passed by him on and off as he walked. Some walked with him for a bit, no doubt under the idea that no bandits would waylay such a creature. They were accurate in this thought, as he hadn't been ambushed or troubled yet. He was a bit lonely, however, but merely continued walking.

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Character Portrait: Vaiven De Massi Character Portrait: Herast, The Demon of the Burnt Forest

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The roads of Maslona were so beautiful, so peaceful, so serene. Vaiven enjoyed riding down the main highway that connected his lands to the capitol. With his favorite horse, Maximilian, of coarse. He loved the feeling of wind rushing through his curled locks. There wouldn't be anybody traveling the roads on a day like today, especially since it was great bandit weather. Vaiven, however, was safe. No bandit would dare to attack the Duke of Maslona on his own road, especially when their lord had a bow on horseback. He brought his horse to a stop when he saw a massive figure in the distance, like a walking oak.

After observing the figure that was slowly coming closer, Vaiven decided to approach his horse slowly. As the distance between the two slimmed, it was clear that the figure was Kapre, and a large one at that. Large was an insult even. Giant was a fitting term. He stopped fifteen feet from the giant. It was obvious that someone of that size wouldn't be following a road to only Maslona unless he was going there to do something. The giant resonated strength, so maybe that something was a bad thing.

"Greetings friend!" Vaiven shouted towards the giant. "What brings you to Maslona?" He asked out of curiosity.

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Herast bowed his head slightly in greeting, acknowledging the man who now stood fifteen feet from him atop a horse. He had watched calmly as the man drew closer, sure that a bandit would not be dressed so finely or riding such a steed. His eyes noted the bow, but he felt confident that should this man be some sort of well-dressed bandit that he could close the distance easily enough even with arrows flying at him.

"Work," Herast finally said, rather simply. His voice sounded like an avalanche, vibrating the air violently and resonating with one's eardrums. He raised his massive sword and placed it against the ground, a hand on-top of the hilt to keep it in place. A small gesture of non-violence, or so the giant intended it to be. His eyes settled on the man's own, the fact that he was on horseback not presenting a problem to eye contact for him.

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Character Portrait: Vaiven De Massi Character Portrait: Herast, The Demon of the Burnt Forest

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Vaiven's eyes followed the mountain sword as the giant brought it down. It was unbelievable that even this hulking individual could carry such a weapon. He was impressive even though he hadn't even used it. With his size the Kapre could strike Vaiven down with only a single stride, before the horse could even react. He came to Maslona for work no less. The Duchy of Maslona was fielding a large army in a short amount of time, which must have brought in word from all over the world.

"Work, eh? Soldiers work?" Vaiven began. "Maslona has plenty of that these days. Hundreds come each week, looking for some kind of employment. Yep, the states growing alright." He glanced back up the road, then to the man again. "I work for the Duchy. In fact I personally know the Duke of Maslona. I'm sure he'd love to meet you. I know he's been trying to find a new whip. Pays good, the Duchy provides housing and living. Interested?" He paused for a moment. "By the way, I didn't catch your name?"

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Herast listened dutifully, nodding when the man on horseback asked if it was soldier's work he was looking for and once more when he asked if he was interested. He looked thoughtful while listening and his eyes never strayed from the man's own, not even to blink. He tended to unsettle people when he stared unblinkingly at them, although he didn't ever intend to.

"Herast," He finally said when the man finished, bowing his head and shoulders as he stated his own name. He looked at the horseback man imploringly, silently asking his name in return.

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"Herast." Vaiven repeated to himself. "My name is Vaiven, it's a pleasure to meet you." It was indeed. He had been looking for a new whip for quite some time, ever since the flux of new recruits increased so drastically. This man could intimidate anyone into following orders from their superiors, maybe even Vaiven.

"How about we continue to Maslona? There's an outpost only a mile or so up the road. I'll walk with you." He said as he got off his horse. He didn't like to ride when others had to be on foot during casual times like these. He looked up at the giant. "Let's go."

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"Mhm," Herast grunted, nodding at Vaiven. He waited a brief moment before starting to walk, keeping his strides short so Vaiven needn't stretch his legs far to keep up. Not that Herast moved very fast to begin with, though. He expected the man would want to discuss something as they walked, and wondered briefly what it would be about, deciding that he would eventually find out in time.

"You can continue riding on horseback if you'd rather," He finally said, the longest sentence out of the giant's mouth in weeks. It's not like they would have trouble speaking face to face even if he was astride a horse, after all.

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Character Portrait: Vaiven De Massi Character Portrait: Herast, The Demon of the Burnt Forest

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"I'm fine." Vaiven said as they walked. The walking continued for about an hour until they reached the outpost. He ran his mouth on the beauty of Maslona, since he loved the city so much. It probably got on Herast's nerves though. The outpost was a rather large one actually. It was called Raven's Post. It guarded the main highway and prevented bandits from roaming with regular patrols down the roads. The outpost consisted of sixty men, an inn, a supply shop, and a blacksmith. It was quaint, but fitting.

He led Herast to the inn where he ordered the most expensive items on the menu. Prime beef and tivian wine. The wine came first and Vaiven drank the glass with a few quick gulps. He looked at the wine, then to Herast.

"When you work for the Duke, every meal is fine. What we're about to eat is only five silver, cheap. I'm personally accustomed to wine imported from Ashe. It has a certain sweetness, yet dry as well." He said. Then he got back to business. "I suspect you'll get a starting salary. Does ten thousand silver a year work for you? That is after you've proven yourself, of coarse." A whip to shape up the army would be well worth the pay. Besides, the treasury was in no danger of ever depleting any time soon, especially from a few thousand measly silver.

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Herast listened intently as Vaiven talked about Maslona, keeping silent for the most part. He knew little about the city, so he didn't have any he could add to what Vaiven was saying. He looked at Raven's Post with not awe but respect. It might not have been the most impressive outpost he had seen in his travels over a hundred years, but it was definitely up there.

Herast felt slightly awkward as he had to crouch down a bit to fit inside the inn, and once more when he actually sat down. The chair groaned under his weight, which he was very glad held. He would pay the craftsman his respect should he ever cross him on the street.

"Of course," Herast added as Vaiven finished talking, only having taken a few sips of his own wine. He wasn't much of a drinker now-a-days, but he felt it rude to not drink any at all when his companion was already doing so with gusto. It was an odd change of pace given the travel food he had been eating for a large portion of his existence. Which was really whatever he could scrounge up on the road.