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Weiss Byakuya

"We're the monsters? US? People are too horrible for other monsters to exist."

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a character in “Remorseless Evolution”, as played by NethanielShade

Description

This character and Shiro both are WIP! They are finished enough for me to start roleplaying with them, but I will add more.
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❝Monsters don’t exist. It’s men you should be afraid of, not monsters.❞

"Unravel" | TK




▐ The Basics▐



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☯Name☯
Weiss Hakudoshi Byakuya

☯Age☯
17

♀Gender♀
Maleale

♥Sexuality and relationship status♥
Straight, single

☯Race☯
Homoneco

☯Personality☯
If you didn't know him, you'd probably describe Weiss as sadistic and a sociopath. He has no love for Sapiens in any way, shape, or form. In fact, when he sees one he gets angry, and when he fights them he is cruel, not holding back, intent to kill. He is not above killing an unarmed person, and again, cruel is a good word. He sneers at others and always seems agitated. His only exception is his little twin sister, who he will protect with his life as his last family member. There is nothing he wouldn't do for her, and protects her will all he has.



▐ Aesthetics▐



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☯Body build☯
Weiss is lean and muscular, being thin but still strong. He's 5'11" and carries himself with a formal stature, always standing straight up.

☯Face description☯
Weiss either wears an expression of annoyance, slightly annoyed, or an evil smirk as if he's planning something, or something's about to happen. He has silky white hair and bangs that cover his pale grey eyes.

☯Clothing/armour/markings/extras☯
He almost always wears a black hoodie and ripped blue jeans, but under it he wears a white "Formal Suit" (See very first picture) made of elastic tightly interwoven fibers with great durability, able to stop most blades from cutting into it, and acting like a bullet proof vest, but a full suit as his armor..

☯Pets/none weaponry devices☯
I really don't get this section. Weapons will be listed below under skills and flaws.



▐ Skills and flaws▐



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☯Weapons☯
A katana made of an alloy that is extremely durable, but not hard enough to make the blade brittle, keeping it sharp enough to cut through steel and making it hard to chip.
He also keeps a handgun with him just in case. He often times used the sword in his right hand and gun in his left hand when fighting seriously.


☯Defense☯
Besides his "Armor" which is really a last resort, he relies on his genetic abilities a lot more than anything else.

☯Skills and techniques☯
He wasn't trained in combat, but he's expert-tier at fighting, when compared to humans, due to his Genetic Abilities. He's not trained by anyone in that sense, but he is self-trained and deadly enough to even other Necos.

☯Flaws☯
Weiss is rather sociopathic, not caring about anyone except for his sister. He has a hard time dealing with 'allies' and/or 'friends,' and is unable to judge what to do in situations concerning not hurting others. Though he is very intelligent and tactful, and good at predicting other's tactical moves, he has a hard time predicting and dealing with moves based on unpredictability or made by emotion.

☯Genetic Abilities☯
Superhuman Strength: As a Neco, Weiss is superhumanly strong, but there are stronger Necos than he is.
Superhuman Speed: He is capable of running and accelerating to high speeds which a human could never achieve.
Superhuman Stamina: As a Neco, Weiss's musculature produces considerably less fatigue toxins during physical activity than the musculature of an ordinary human. He can physically exert herself at peak capacity for hours before fatigue begins to impair him.
Superhuman Durability: The tissues of his body are considerably harder and more resistant to physical injury than those of an ordinary human. Weiss is capable of withstanding great impact forces, and falls from great heights, without sustaining any injury.
Superhuman Agility: Weiss's agility, balance, and bodily coordination are enhanced to levels that are beyond the natural physical limits of even the finest human athlete.
Superhuman Reflexes: His reflexes are his strongest suit. Paired with his ability to predict where hits will come from, or where a bullet is aimed from, he is able to hit bullets with his sword by flicking it before it's ever shot. Of course, this means he
could miss a bullet and get hit, and also depending on range, it may be too close for him to save himself from the shot.
(Don't mistake the abilities for being stronger than they are. He can stop bullets, yes, but probably not from closer than 50 feet. He is all around superhuman, but he is not superneco. There are other that can easily be stronger than him.)



▐ The past and present▐



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☯Basic history☯
Weiss and Shiro grew up in a city called Night City, a city with towering buildings that caused it to always seem like night time, despite the lights everywhere. They were orphaned at age five, their parents killed by Sapiens in the war. Weiss developed a great hatred for Sapiens because of this, and holds a grudge against Necos of higher power, such as politicians, for causing the war. His mind developed much faster than a normal human's, like most Necos, and already had the intelligence of a teenager at a young age. He and his sister lived off the streets, homeless, but they managed to survive because of him.

When he was fifteen, he took up a contract with the military, joining a defense force, and stole some gear before deserting. He is on the run, but he's not a high priority target and it's likely that he'll never be caught for it as it happened two years ago.


☯History with the war including thoughts☯
They lived in the city throughout the war, a city that was untouched by the war, and they were too young to have been influenced by the war at the time. However, their parents were killed in the war. Shiro doesn't hate Sapiens for it, but Weiss does.

☯Events to note so far in the RPv
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~Other~
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❝Nothing makes us love something more than the loss of it.❞

"Watashi ga Motenai no wa Dou Kangaete mo Omaera ga Warui" | Konomi Suzuki and Kiba of Akiba

So begins...

Weiss Byakuya's Story

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Weiss and Shiro Byakuya reached the village about fifteen minutes after William had taken care of the 'bandits,' but they didn't just stroll right in.They could hear the gunfire from miles away, and when they arrived Weiss saw some of the corpses.
Humans. He thought, or they wouldn't have died so easily. Still, who had killed them? He turned and looked at Shiro out of the corner of his eye.
"Shiro. Hidari o mite." (Shiro. Watch the left.) He had his shoulder against a cracked and crumbling wall on his right.
"H-hai." (O-Okay.)+ She responded.
Weiss peeked around the corner, seeing no one despite a clear view of about 80% of the village. He squinted his eyes. They're in a building? He questioned silently. He suddenly had an idea. "Shiro, go check in the buildings, I'm going to look around the village. Ne?"
Shiro looked at him with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth, before nodding once. She stalked off to the closest building and rapped her knuckles on it twice. "Konnichi wa! Dareka ie ni imasu ka?" (Hello! Anybody home? [Not exact translation, but would be used as this])
Weiss had situated himself on the roof of a building, handgun in hand, watching his sister. He figured whoever the Neco that killed these humans was, he wouldn't harm an unarmed girl... Or atleast Weiss was willing to bet on it.

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Shiro turned with a start at the voice, and her eyes widened and her expression showed fear when the man pointed his gun at her. The man with the gun was speaking English. This was to be expected, they were in what used to be America after all, and she understood English perfectly well. She just couldn't speak it well. She instantly seemed to close herself, becoming shy and nervous.

Weiss had observed this and right when Weiss was about to jump down to greet the blonde haired man, a third person, female joined them.

"Goldie! It's been so long! I thought you were still stuck in the woods after that blizzard!" She announced.

Kuso... That was unexpected. He thought to himself, cursing his luck. He then shrugged inwardly to himself and hopped down from the roof he had been hiding, landing softly in front of Shiro. It pleasured him that the blonde man had not noticed him up there, but he didn't plan on hiding.

"Listen, we're all Necos here, I'm not going to attempt to hurt you." Weiss said, showing that both his handgun and katana were holstered and sheathed, respectively. "I just had to confirm you were Neco." He continued, his gaze blank. He turned to look at Shiro, and whispered, "Arigato gozaimasu, Shiro."

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Many positive things had been said about William over the course of his life that shaped him to have the personality he did now. Things like 'You're the best', 'Genius', 'Brilliant', 'Awesome', and the sort had given him a very good impression of himself. He did not lack in self-esteem, he was very assertive, and he prided himself on being everyone's better. Blame the cruel, odd way he grew up that prevented him from having too much compassion as well as too much self-loathing.

But I digress. The important thing is that you know that William thought himself better than everyone else. Nobody else made the kinds of items and weapons he did. Nobody else constantly provided the dogs of war with reliable weapons. And certainly, nobody had even come close to engineering a suit that could single-handily take down hundreds in the right conditions. Yes, he was so brilliant that he blessed the very presence of those he was around, and the ground he walked on. He would say he was God's gift to mankind, but he didn't believe in God, and even if he did, he'd think he was God's better. His narcissism was one of his most defining traits, and it effected just about everything he did.

His reactions, for example.

William had been careless. He had assumed whatever it had been rummaging through the bodies he'd created would still be over there, and that was an assumption he shouldn't have made. It was only the purr that managed to give the person away, and that was much too late to effectively counter the attack being thrown at him. William cursed himself for falling for exactly the same tactic he'd flawlessly avoided with these bandits just minutes ago and nearly resigned to his fate.

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*Press*

He was grabbed around the waist from behind, a certain feeling betraying that it was a female who did so. Not that that was particularly necessary, as she shouted something as her grip found him. Had the words she spoken not shocked him for a brief moment, he might've been able to use his experience as a playboy to give himself a rough equivalent of size, even through whatever fabric was pressed between him and those. Yet, this was not to be, as she'd said something that he could not just forget or allow to pass by without proper retaliation.

"Goldie! It's been so long! I thought you were still stuck in the woods after that blizzard!"

...What did she say... ?

Around that time, a man had appeared from the rooftops. He looked very similar to the Japanese-speaking women before him. He spoke about him not meaning harm 'evidenced' by the fact his weapons weren't at the ready. A Katana and a holstered pistol. By the basic frame, Abrams could tell that it was one of his, but he wasn't sure the model and wouldn't be until he could get a better glimpse.

By the unconscious looks both of these people were giving, the one behind him wasn't with them. He wanted to keep his cool at the moment, he really did. But some things people just can't let go. While the woman, whoever she was, behind him had not attacked his life, that 'name' attacked his pride. His very being. And that was much worse than his life being threatened. He could not forgive it. And so, his venom was known to all around, as he managed to get himself out of the abnormally strong grip she had somehow. He turned to face all three of the strangers and noticed that the attacker was actually a bit taller than him. With that fact alone he could gather she was a Neco -- Sapiens weren't that intimidating in stature, especially not females. But, again, none of that mattered. He was angered, and this woman had done the angering. She was lucky he did not just murder people when he was angry. "...Who gave you permission to place your hands on me, heathen?" he shot Owsla a very nasty glare, but kept his gun pointed down for now. His pride made it impossible for him to fear anything at the moment. "I will not tolerate disrespect of that magnitude, especially from some animal! Why would I, heir to Abrams Industries, even consider living in a shamble in the middle of the woods? I did not think it impossible for someone to use their head to even that extent." he was in the mood to even verbally acknowledge the other two right now. He just knew that people invading his personal space and then having the audacity to call him 'Goldie' obviously needed to be taught a lesson in manners.

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If it wasn't for the the fact that she knew that her "Goldie" was not as strong as to get out of her grip, she would have held on the the man for much longer and nuzzled his back. However, the verbal beating she recived from this 'heir to Abram Industries' guy made her stand stright up again. She noted that she was a tad taller than him, albeit it didn't stop him from calling her a heathen and an animal. The latter she was used to from years of being on her own. The former, However, made her yellow eye glow with a mix of annoyance and anger.

"Now Listen here you gold-haired pissant! Just because I mistook you for someone I know doesn't mean can go around and callin' people that ya prick!" She snarled, her teeth looking more like a mix of a shark and a large cat. "And what do you mean 'heir to Abrams Industries'? Ya somekinda headhunta or solida? Ya look like someone fatha would know or have fought with anyway or the spoiled brat of someone who worked with him." she mouthed off, getting ever closer to his face until he was nearly nose to nose with him. She snorted a breath and hissed softly before pulling away, knowing she was about to plug her fist into his face in an instant.

She walked backwards away from him and held out her arm, letting a green skin form over it and her hand; making it look like a hoof-hand hybrid of obivious mechanical origin. Even if it did look oddly organic. A hologram faded into view and quickly glitched out on her causing her to mutter in frustration and quickly turn on her heel away from him and the other two.

Her head perked up slightly as she looked back but at the other white haired pair. "You two. There's a lake in the forest just at the top of that hill. Follow the gashes in the trees and you'll get there without getting lost. If you see a man that looks more like a bear than Neco, you're at the right place." Her tone was stern, but not intending to fighten as she rattled her arm again to keep the hologram from glitching into static. If the day didn't get any more frustrating, she would have gladly left by now if it wasn't for the feeling she would be followed by this jackass.

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You could tell a lot about what a person was feeling, or about the person's manner, just by their body language. For instance, Weiss always stood straight up, making him appear quite tall, with his arms at his side in an almost military-like stance. He'd look straight ahead with a slight smile on his face, as if he were plotting something, or found something amusing. He'd carry himself with a look of confidence that made most people in the cities scared to approach him. This was his normal demeanor, and how he was right now.

But when the woman told them to go somewhere, and gave him directions, he bristled. His whole body seemed to tense up. "I do not, and will not take orders from you." He said simply. He looked up and down the girl and turned away from her with a look of utter disinterest.

Then something clicked in his mind. He had heard the man say it, but didn't think much of it, until subconsciously he recalled it.
"Why would I, heir to Abrams Industries, even consider living in a shamble in the middle of the woods?"
"I, heir to Abrams Industries,"

He squinted his eyes and held his hand out to the side. Shiro noticed this and pulled a small device out of her pocket and put it in Weiss's hand. He began to tap on it, as it was a smart phone of sorts. After a few seconds he looked up from it, a dark expression on his face. "I thought so...

"William Abrams, of Abrams Industries. An arms producing company, and perhaps one of the biggest and well known, as they supplied the most weapons to the military in the war." His hand started opening and closing, tensely, as if he wanted to draw his sword but was holding himself back. "I'm not sure whether I should hate you and be disgusted with you, or just not care about you at all.

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"And what do you mean 'heir to Abrams Industries'? Ya somekinda headhunta or solida? Ya look like someone fatha would know or have fought with anyway or the spoiled brat of someone who worked with him."

What was wrong with people these days? Why, sure, you there was no possible way to be as brilliant as the one, and the only, William Abrams, but still.... to not know of the Abrams, or their worth in the world, even after it was mostly destroyed was something only someone who lived under a rock could do. It sickened him knowing people were reduced to such a low state of being. Granted, they weren't that high up to begin with, yet to sink that low, you might as well be a bug or vermin. And that's exactly what he thought of those kinds of people. More than anything, rather than making him angry, it simply disgusted him due to the lack of knowledge. How were uneducated people surviving in this cruel world? Lady Luck must be smiling upon them these days, is all William could figure.

As the beastlike-yet-womanish figure backed off, she'd begun forming some form of armor on her hand. His interest piqued, he raised his eyebrow briefly, but the interest dropped immediately when he remembered that she wouldn't have an answer to his problem. She did not seem bright in most regards, public, or academic. If he had to honestly guess without any annoyance in her touching him get in the way, the fact that she managed to sneak up on him, and he appearance, he'd wager she was someone who was more accustomed to a primitive way of living. And this thought was more or less confirmed when she spoke to the other two.

"I do not, and will not take orders from you."

For some reason or another, William's mood improved immensely. He contained his desire to let out a small chuckle when seeing the response towards the woman, but couldn't hide the smile. That silly woman assuming she was worthy of ordering people around! Why, the only one who should be giving out orders was, of course, himself. But he had no workshop and no use of employees right now, so there was no point in wasting his breath. William preferred when he could do things himself anyway.

"William Abrams, of Abrams Industries. An arms producing company, and perhaps one of the biggest and well known, as they supplied the most weapons to the military in the war." William turned to face the man who seemed to know exactly who he was. The man's hand was tense and quite obvious with its motions, so that didn't go unnoticed. "I'm not sure whether I should hate you and be disgusted with you, or just not care about you at all."

To this, William gave a bit of a hearty laugh. "Fwaha! So it seems some people are aware of who I am! Good, good! It pleases me to see that not everyone still managing to survive lives under a rock! But..." his smiled dropped immediately, a bit of a colder expression replacing it. ".... I do not care in the slightest what you think about me. Nor anybody. People tend to despise me for a number of petty reasons. Because my weapons killed someone they love. Because I succeeded and they failed. Because our family allowed both sides of the war to purchase them." he continued, an mocking smile on his face. "Unless you have a genuine reason for thinking negatively of me, I won't waste my time."

His voice then turned towards the beast-woman. Now that he thought about it, something about her seemed very, very vaguely familiar. It was unfortunate that he could not place a finger on it, however. More importantly, she mentioned something about her father. Maybe her father was more civil. And, perhaps, her father might have the slightest clue as to whom attacked the Abrams. It was a long-shot, of course. But at the moment, the only real solid objective William had was finding a way to improve the Alexander, so it could be delayed in favor of a possible lead on his foe. He never fully believed it was just random bandits that stole his home. "You there. Woman. Do you have a name? Perhaps I have made dealings with your father before. I would like to meet him, assuming he is still living."

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Breathe in...

Breathe out...

If there was one way for someone to really piss off this daughter of war, it was to assume that she was dumber than she looked. The rage filled beast in her wanted to kill everyone here. The girl, this asshole that thought he was better than everyone here and the other white haired man. However, if she wanted to survive out here...she would have to keep her cool for much longer than she liked.

She imminently turned her head toward the white haired male, her eyes filled with an anger and annoyance only held back by sheer will. "That wasn't an order. I was giving you a tip, you twit." She said in an unnaturally calm tone. as if it was the calm before the storm as the hologram finally came up to clear view. She started moving around boxes filled with information, muttering things to herself as her eyes darted back and forth.

"Ah. There it is. Now I see the pattern." She said as the hologram was waved away, hunching over as she muttered in a much lower tone. It wasn't the fact that this person was here and she mistook him for someone else that made her angry. Oh no, she had done this many times before and got such a chilly response. It was the fact this this guy...this "William Abrams" thought of himself as better than others. She had a severe hatred for those kinds of people. City dwellers that lived soft and cushy lives and looked down their noses at her and her father. Thinking of her only as animals. Those were the kinds of people she took absolute joy in stealing from. Not taking their lives, but taking what they had and leaving them out in the cold afterwards. She could think of many vile things she could do to the man, but now was not the time to implement any of those at all.

Her head snapped at the mention of being called 'woman' turning her anger filled eyes into those of bearly restrained rage. "I do have a name. But since you know everything and I am nothing more than a heathen to you, then look this up: Hall." she snarled through her teeth as if keeping herself on a tight leash. "And before you ask. Yes, he lives to the chargin that many people nowadays."

The green skin started to spread slowly across her back and neck to her other arm as she started walking away. she looked back and the gold haired arrogant male before the rest of it covered her hair and race. "If you want to meet him after finding what I said. Remember the directions I gave them and follow them." and with that, the green skin started to over take her and force her to all fours very quickly. once completely covered she faded from view and a dust cloud appeared as well as "paw" prints. in the dirt, heading toward the forest. She was done here, but a dark little place in her mind knew that she wouldn't be done with this gold haired prima dona.

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"That wasn't an order. I was giving you a tip, you twit."

Weiss completely ignored her, as if he didn't hear her. Frankly, he didn't care about her nor have time to argue. He also thought it was petty that she had to insult him to get her point across, yet he said nothing...


"Unless you have a genuine reason for thinking negatively of me, I won't waste my time."

This time, Weiss sneered. "I suppose I don't have a genuine reason, according to you, and it's just petty reasoning. My father and mother were killed in the war, because you allowed the humans to buy your weapons." He said, spitting the word out as if it were an insult. "Because of that, my twin sister and I have lived as orphans for twelve long years, fending for ourselves in a corrupt and dangerous city. Of course, you don't care. Everyone has a sob story, why should it concern you." He squinted his eyes, "It's not like you care about others."

"Onii-sama, kyuusai nante iranai." Shiro said.

Weiss smiled at this and nodded at this. "Iie, we don't." He turned to his younger twin sister. "Arigato ne. Kite kudasai." And with that, the two of them began walking away from William.

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There was a great deal many things he could have retorted with. The white-haired man should have at least taken the side of the pacifist, as that wasn't blatantly hypocritical. But instead, he took the side of the racist, and that did happen to irritate William if only a little. This line in particular revealed all of the man's hypocrisy and racism, without any need to think too hard about it.

"My father and mother were killed in the war, because you allowed the humans to buy your weapons."

It was always expected that when you were a part of a weapons industry, you would take some of the blame for someone's death, or some military-related incident. That's not to say it ever made much sense to William or his family, but it was expected. People always had this habit of finding someone to blame for something, and when it came to weapon-related deaths, the people who made that particular weapon were always second-in-line, behind the murderer, for the blame. And when people couldn't find the murderer, or they just needed more blame to be pushed around? They went right to the source of the weapon. On multiple occasions, across the long time that the Abrams had been making weapons, they either received hate-mail or assassination attempts for their work. This never discouraged them, and it obviously hadn't resulted in William's death, either. What it did do, was allow William to completely realize his stance on this particular subject. His stance was this; Guns don't kill people. People kill people. Certainly wasn't original, but it did not have to be. He wanted to continue making the best weapons, and if anyone really wanted to stop him, they'd be better off getting rid of the reason for weapons: war. But the digression ends here. There's something important to point out.

While the end result of him being blamed for deaths was always constant, the justification was not. You had people who simply didn't like the idea of a job where you made things that harmed people, the pacifists, and you also had the people who were just looking to blame someone for their loved one's deaths, the 'idiots', as William called them. At least he could understand the pacifists. The so-called idiots were just beyond him, however. He didn't like how they would always seem to accuse him of being selfish while not even trying to hide their hypocrisy, and this man here today was one of those people. He accused William of his parent's murder because the Abrams sold to both races, not just one. It wasn't the fact he sold weapons, it was the fact he sold weapons to the opposing side. How racist and shallow. William couldn't really deny being only concerned with himself, but at least he was open about it. But this man was nothing more than a racist, and it did sicken William.

Fortunately, however, this man wasn't anything special. He was one of many, and the only thing that separated him from the many others that Abrams encountered before was the fact he was certainly alive as of right now. So, William did not visibly show anything more than a smirk as the man turned around. He could've definitely brought up the man's hypocrisy right then and there, but that'd be more work than it was worth. He could do what he wanted and be racist somewhere else, and hopefully, his parents were just as racist as he was, otherwise they'd have been disappointed. And, unlike William, it would seem he actually cared what his parents thought of him, since he could emotional over their deaths. But again, William did not care much for needless chatter. There was something much, much more important he should look into, and he planned on doing so. So, without so much as a word, William started off in the direction the woman, Hall, had mentioned earlier.

"Hall?"

The name brought a very familiar feeling with it. Without further thought about the other man, William retrieved the Arcana and started the search. He found a name he recognized almost instantly.

General Oreron Hall of the Ivory Claws

Status: Deceased Confirmed living, MIA

Age: 38

Whereabouts: Last seen killing high-ranking members of of the Red Talon clan

By far the most famous, or infamous, Hall in the bloodline. Widely known as a man that was more bloodthirsty beast than Neco, he was well known for building tech that could rival that of the mass produced Abrams tech, some say he did in terms of his stealth armor. However, his real achievement was in the field, some stories saying he took on an entire army single handedly. It was thought that he died after being found with who seemed to be his wife in a sapien village by being mutilated, but reports have stated that he is indeed alive. The report that made everyone realize this was a video of him brutally killing members of his own clan, seemingly in retaliation of the woman he betrayed them for. This same style of murder was also reported that the clan of the mother of his daughter belonged to either disbanded due to the deaths of their highest ranking members or were killed off as well. It is advised to NOT APPROACHED at any cost.

Children: Owsla Hall (Very Recently confirmed)


"Wait, what? What kind of propaganda is this? Tech that rivals mine? As if I could be matched, and by some beast too!" William grumbled to himself as he walked, obviously too prideful to let that part go. He took notice of the note at the bottom.

-------Children: Owsla Hall (Very Recently confirmed)

It seems that heathen has a first name as well. Although to think that that woman was the daughter of General Hall... Oh well, I ought to keep an eye on her. I haven't an immediate plans to perish until I have finished what I had started.

With more caution in his step than he previously had before, he continued following the directions that Owsla had given to the other two before, and was on his way to meet someone who had been dead at one point. What fun that should be.