Age: 27
Race: Human
Class: Fellknight
Appearance: Dark brown hair, soft tired silver eyes with traces of magic lingering just behind them, standing six feet tall with a body covered in glyphs and scars. Wards to stave off magic, to heal wounds at the cost of tearing away inside a body, and to keep a warrior in check. These glyphs imbue magic into the body where none would be found, defying nature itself.
Personality: Scattered about a damaged mind lies a young man, terrified of what he is and a monster of war built to destroy those before him. The man, deeply loyal to his country and willing to protect his people, even now sacrifices himself for the betterment of others. The monster tears and claws at the man's soul, only sated by blood and prayer for short bouts of time.
History: Memories of Sirus's old life remain clouded, the torturous experience of becoming a fellknight drowning all memory in an attempt to survive. His earliest memories are of a small family inside the Black City, wealthy and influential even under the tyrant king. What drove him to volunteer to the tyrant he cannot recall but as he rose through ranks he became sought after. Several men led him to a small chamber, channeling magic unknown to him, and began to carve into his flesh. Bit by bit they drew wretched symbols, wards against the influence of magic. Soon they tore away inside his mouth, carving symbols upon his tongue to hold him in check. Now he serves his country anew, a knight created by infernal power and created for war.
Weapons: Two blades imbued with magic, a longsword and a cutthroat knife. The blades tempered by fire and enchanted to rend flesh and soul. Written upon these blades are the words of the atrocities committed unto him. "By blade you serve your king. By mana you serve your lord."