Faction - Seramel --- "Whatever that actually means..."
Role - ♘ Knight ♘ --- "The job doesn't give you as many "damsels in distress" as you might think."
Race - Corrupted Human: Carson is a human who foolishly made a deal with a demonic spirit. He allowed the beast to store a portion of its power within Carson, to be retrieved when the demon saw fit. However now that Carson's soul has been draw into Gardenia. Let's just say it seems the demon will be searching for quite a long time. --- "Hey whatever works, am I right?"
Gender - Male --- "Very funny."
Carson is considered to be quite handsome for what he is, long shoulder length hair, turned white from the pact with the demon, memories of its old colour lost to Carson's past life. Shockingly dark eyes, almost lacking in any colour other than black yet still showing a significant difference between pupil and iris. He has a long chiseled face that when put in a serious expression shows the tired features of a long fighting warrior. His ears, though hidden behind his hair, are average. Not too big and not too small, they sit comfortable upon the sides of his head and are far from his defining feature. He has a prominent chin that hangs slightly lower than most, accentuating the long defined features of his face and almost balancing the length in a way. He has a small yet noticeable nose stands almost proudly upon his face. His final noticeable facial feature are his thin lips, which you will often find pressed into a wry smile. He weighs roughly 190 pounds and stands at a decent height of 6'1.
He dresses mainly in sturdy black and red leather attire, this being the same equipment he wore upon contract with the demon it, along with his twin pistols and himself, was augmented and infused with the demons power. Making them extremely durable and fire retardant. On par with any other knights armor for sure. His knight crest rests on the back of his left hand --- "In short, I'm one gorgeous looking guy."
Carson gets things done. No other way to describe it, get around it or embody it. He's the kind of guy who doesn't waste time with drama or emotional things. When he has something to do he does it, no questions asked, no moments spared. A memento from the experiences of his past life you could say, to him, his only mission is to put a stop to the constant fighting by beating down everyone who dares to raise a fist. He is a knight of Seramel, yes, but deep down his personal mission is to put a stop to the game and release the city of Gardenia from the dangerous competition it now faces. If at any point he thinks it easier to swap sides, or even turn on both sides completely, he will. As he tells himself, "The fighting ends one only one side is left standing." In his mind if he defeats either Plenoran or Seramel, his mission will be completed. However he's willing to try working for Seramel, certainly he'll give them a chance. But if somewhere along the line they seem like the easier faction to beat? He'll have no qualms with having them at gunpoint and blade edge. --- "That's my business, not yours."
When alone and left to his own devices Carson often speaks to himself, giving himself subtle encouragement and often speaking his thoughts allowed without really caring if they're heard or not. He's also incredibly cocky, he believes that if he has absolute confidence he's the best that eventually he actually will be. He forces himself to the limit and smiles while doing it, knowing that he's giving it his all is extremely satisfactory to him and gives him almost absolute certainty that he's going to win. However, despite his cocky attitude, he believes the art of battle should be an honorable one and if his opponent is injured, debilitated or in some way handicapped, he'll refuse to fight them. To explain it to people who don't understand he'll often say, "I fight to win, but if I've got an advantage then it's not fighting, it's bullying." He doesn't get annoyed by much, but one thing that torments him are his missing memories, he always feels like he was doing something important and that he can't do it now, simply because he can't remember what it is. His main motivation to fight is the small hope he holds that if he's alive when the game is over... then maybe he'll be able to remember again. He knows that the chances of that are slim, but if he didn't have at least that then he'd have no reason to live in the first place. He wears a cocky smile and places confidence in himself, to mask the pain he feels by just knowing how pointless his existence really is.
When with others he is generally cheery, if still extremely full of himself. He believes himself to be the best sure, but that doesn't mean he actively tries to belittle others, he has no problems with complimenting someone else if he thinks they're doing well. Even to his opponents after a fight if he foudn them to be a challenging opponent. He enjoys having allies, he likes knowing he's not alone in the World despite believing himself to be the best their is and doesn't enjoy being a lone wolf. He tries his best to be loyal and it goes against his nature to betray those he would consider friends... he knows however that if the need arises he will have to turn against those he is allied with, if it means putting an end the fighting and the chance he may remember his past, then he will do what is necessary. As such, since he became a knight he has developed the habit of pulling away from others when he feels they are getting too close to him and if someone attempts to ask about him personally or try to get to know him on a more sentimental level he will become cold and distant to force them away.
Emilia & Ariana (Twin 9mm Pistols): Two pistols each engraved with a name and half of a single message. When the two guns are placed together, tip to tip, the message reads out. "Sharing your names, avenging your spirits." Though now Carson has no idea what this inscription could possibly mean, in his past life his wife and child were brutally murdered by an unknown force. To make sure he never forgot them, he engraved his twin pistols with their names along with a promise that he would have his vengeance in their name. Wether or not he achieved that vengeance is a mystery even to him, left with his past life's memories... along with the memory of those who he was avenging. The pistols themselves are reinforced, solid twin 9mms. Using the demonic power granted to him by shard, Carson has a never ending supply of "bullets" crafted from the raw demonic energy of his other half and launched violently from the pistols barrels. The pistols carry a silver/white gleam to them and seem to represent his role as a "white" piece much more than anything else. Aside from their colouring they bear the appearance of an average pistol apart from the clearly visible engravings on each. --- "They're my two lucky little ladies! I dare you to challenge ME at a shooting range."
Fast, violent and brutal. Be it up close and personal or from a longer range, Carson has no problems with giving his opponents a beating. Adept at manipulating his demonic energies to have a mild affinity to darkness and fire, he tends to mix in his more mystical abilities with good old fashioned physical combat. While his opponent is busy casting spells or loading guns he's charging in full force, shard at his side and fire in his eyes. The biggest part about what makes Carson so deadly is that he enjoys the combat. He thrives off of it, lives for it. His mind remembers nothing, but his body remembers the adrenaline and rush of a good fight. He never gives up, never gives in and if he can help it at all he never falters in his attacks.
However in terms of his actual "style" of fighting some might call him a berserker. He puts all of his effort into his attacks, making them fast, powerful and accurate, however he leaves himself an easy target by doing this. His defense leaves much to be admired. He is constantly open to being flanked and if attacked by multiple opponents he could find himself in an extremely troublesome situation. In his book however the best defense is a good offense and in order to combat his lack in defensive skills he has taught himself a wide array of swift dodges, abilities and counter attacks. However a man fighter can only dodge so many times before running out of steam and Carsons abilities are far from unlimited in their use. Eventually he will be forced to, as he would say "Go all in.". When he does this, he knows he hasn't got much left in him and in a final attempt to defeat his opponents (or just as a final chance to insult them) he will attack with a full on, no holds barred attack combo, hoping to overpower his enemy with brute force alone. In terms of his pistols he seems to cherish them as if they had some extreme sentimental value, not even he knows the reason he feels so strongly about them, regardless however he has no trouble using them and often puts them to practice, distracting enemies with well timed shots as well as adding carefully implemented barrages of bullets to his more devastating melee combos. --- "To put it simply I show up and you get your ass kicked."
Role Abilities)
Knight's Crest:
As a knight, Carson may summon a vehicle for fast and easy transportation. The vehicle in question being a gleaming silver and red motorcycle. Body and wheel plating crafted from the same cursed steel used in the catalyst weapon of Carson's demonic half, Shard. The bike is built sturdy and durable for combat exclusive situations when a quick getaway or high speed chase is the necessity. It has the ability to release spiked grips from its wheels, allowing it to tear up the road behind it, flinging small pieces of debree left and right, aswell as allowing him to ride along walls and rooftops as the spikes cling to any surface they are plunged into. Not being a part of Carsons past life in any way, he still seems to be able to handle the bike with ease, most likely an ability gifted to him by his new knightly status. The bike features three blaring white, near blindingly bright headlights mounted on its front. Due to this aswell as his own affiliation to demonic forces he has named the bike "Cerberus", after the three headed guard dog of Hell. --- "You ever drive on the roof before? No?"
Sense presence:
Can feel the spiritual presence of the other "pieces". --- "It's an odd sensation"
"Check":
If Carson locates the enemy King and engages him in combat, he may raise his left hand into the air and send a signal to two other Seramel pieces of his choosing (the signal in question being a red flash across the selected pieces crests), notifying them of his relative position and asking them for assistance in his attack. --- "Calling in the cavalry."
Native Abilities-
(1) Shadow Step:
Description: Probably the most subtle move in Carsons arsenal, he uses it for quick dodges or escapes... aswell as for making a "grand entrance." This ability allows him to harness the power of shadow through his corrupted body, weapons and equipment, melting them into shadows and making them reappear a few moments later in a different area. If one looks upon the ground and focuses with precise eyesight, they would be able to barely make out a shadow resembling Carson darting across the ground to a new location. When Carson is in this shadow form he goes through a few changes, he cannot be struck by physical attacks however some magic may still affect him aswell as this he is repulsed by any and all bright light and can only reform in shadow. If one were to bathe the area Carson is in with light, Carson would be forced to resurface from his shadow step immediately and would be unable to use again until he reached a dark area. The shadows step effect requires immense concentration and can only be used by Carson for brief periods of time before he has to resurface. Since Carsons bike is forged from cursed steel he could, in theory, shadow step while riding it, however this would take a major toll on Carsons mind and the effect, if any, would only last for a few seconds. --- "I suppose that makes me a "shady" character. Anybody? Oh c'mon that was good one!"
(2) Hellfire:
Description: While lacking the ability to create fire from nothing, if Carson ever comes into contact with a flame he can manipulate in one of three different ways, this will use up the fire and Carson will not be able to use another of his manipulations without using up any others. Carson can, infuse the fire into Shard, causing his blade to set alight with blazing red fire and causing all of melee attacks to have added burning effects, this effect will continue until the fire Carson is using burns out. He can infuse the fire into Emilia and Ariana, allowing every shot fired to burn with blazing white flames, this effect will continue until the fire Carson is using burns out. Carson can also hurl the fire forwards as a flaming projectile or "fireball", this attack is fast and can be unexpected, it uses up all the fire Carson has at hand in a single burst. --- "Figures I forgot my lighter today."
(3) Demonic Rush:
Description: A hellish combo of sword strikes and bullets. Carson uses the majority of his remaining energy to charge forward in an extremely fast shadow step and attacks his opponent with a barrage of glowing red sword strikes from shard and close range, blazing white potshots from Emilia and Ariana, all incredibly tied together in a flawless combo that serves as Carson's strongest move. The only downside to this ability is that it leaves Carson's defense wide open both during and after the attack and the barrage itself isn't very difficult to avoid if the opponent is in top condition, however this is not usually the case since this ability is often only used as a last resort. After the ability has been used, Carson will have drained most of his fighting energy and if he was in a bad condition to begin he may pass out. --- "When the pain is in desperate need to be brought."
Carson grew up in a poor family in the bad part of town, raised in a situation where guns and violence were rampant he had to quickly learn how to defend himself or die trying. His Mother was a kindly woman who stole the heart of a rich business man who abandoned her at the first sign of pregnancy, Carson never wanted to find his Father. "Not worth the time wasted." He would say. The two were fine together at first, a single woman and her son living in the inner city. It was rough going but once he was old enough, Carson made sure nothing bad happened to them and made sure anybody looking for trouble got a message they wouldn't soon forget. This lasted a while until Carson's mother grew deadly ill. Stomach cancer, very bad stomach cancer. Carson did his best, he cared for her, cooked for her, stayed by her bed every night. But they didn't have the money for the medical bills... it just wasn't there, but Carson was determined. He tried everything, he petitioned local charities, friends of the family, he even sent a letter to his Father, no response. Eventually he knew he had no other option, he had to become something much more severe, a criminal, it was his only option, the only hope his Mother had.
His Mother he knew, kept a single form of defense for a worst case scenario. Under a floorboard, in the back of their kitchen, sat two nameless nine millimeter pistols. Carson ripped the floor away and held the guns in his hands, they had a nice weight to them he thought as he left the house, a gun in each pocket, both fully loaded with individual extended ammo clips... Carson was only sixteen. He wore a dark hood and entered into the stores of one of the regions larger drug manufacturers and drew his pistols, never fired once, their first shots would be those of desperation and blood. Carson fired and fought for what seemed like forever, bullets take to his right arm and left leg. But somehow, someway, Carson was a natural. His desperation and feelings of absolute necessity forced him forwards. Through the pain, through the turmoil, he was a dying womans, his mothers, last chance. He would do this, the option of failure didn't exist for him then. He. Would. Win.
They were all dead, he had run out of ammo and had to beat the last one to death with the pistols blunt grip. He looted all of them, taking their wallets and credit cards. He found strongboxes and safes aswell, those he managed to break into containing alot of money. When he had enough he packed it all into a small backpack and dragged himself home. He hurt like hell, but his happiness kept him going. He had won. His Mother would be Ok, thanks to him, everything would be alright, so with those thoughts in mind he marched onwards. His clothes were ruined, a black hoodie, jeans and shoes, splattered with blood, the pistols had somehow remained clean, their gleaming metal surface shimmering in his blood soaked pockets. His backpack, bursting with money and covered in just as much blood as his clothes. He was in a truly terrible state yet still he managed to make his way home and he burst through the front door with an earnest yet weakened smile. But what sight awaited him wiped the smile clean off his face.
His mothers hand was stretched out of the bed and hung limply to the side, her face tired and pale, eyes clothes and lips lightly parted in absolute stillness, she did not move, not an inch, not even her presence remained in the cold small bedroom. "M...mother..." Carson murmured, his eyes wide and filled with an expression of terror and despair. He limped forward slowly, his eyes filled with unnatural fear and sadness. He dropped to his knees by her bedside and reached up to her face. Ice cold, not an ounce of warmth remained in her body. He need not have checked any pulse, not felt for any breath. Carson's mother was dead... she had been for hours, she had reached for her sons hand in her dying moments and found him gone from her side... and so she died in despair. Carson felt tears roll down his face, more tears then he had ever felt before, soaking his face and forming a puddle beneath him. He did not make any noise, he did not weep, he did not scream, he did not even blink. He just let the tears fall as he came to the silent acceptance and realisation of a single fact. He had been too late. His Mother was dead.
Carson buried his Mother and left the house that night, he couldn't bring himself to stay the night... it didn't feel... right. He took in a clean rucksack his money, his guns, all the clothes he could carry and he left. Where he was going? Unclear even to himself, he had enough money to pay for a cancer treatment, which he had learned, was ALOT of money. Enough to keep him alone alive for another year or two at least. He traveled the lands, taking any chance presented to him to make a little extra money or get a little extra food. He took any and all jobs for years on end. For this period of time he survived, he was miserable, but he survived. Remembering his skills from the day of his Mothers death, he began to sell himself as a mercenary. Taking jobs to kill the baddest of the bad and, if it payed well, the good guys who stopped them. As long as he got his pay, who he killed and why he killed them were irrelevant, he told his clients that "As long as they're not a woman or a child, you pay me enough and they're dead." As his life progressed he became a deadly marksman and hand to hand fighter, respected in the underworld and held in very high standing when there was somebody who needed to be dead and fast. In this way he caught the attention of Emilia...
Emilia Dalila Sunearth was a very influential businesswoman involved in many high profile agencies and agreements. However her credentials were being destroyed because she claimed to be being stalked by a "demon". She was being called insane and a lunatic by other influential people left an right, people she had considered friends stabbing her in the back for the purpose of image and money. She knew her position was in extreme danger if she didn't sort out the problem soon. But with the constant feeling of being watched and the horrifying creature supposedly stalking her there was nothing she felt she could do by herself. She needed help and nobody from high society was going to give it to her, she had no option but to turn to... other sources of aid. So she heard of a man, beaten rugged by a harsh life and a professional when it came to seeing things killed. The mans name, Carson Gawain Darnel, his motto? "As long as they're not a woman or a child, you pay me enough and they're dead." It seemed like a long shot, Emilia thought, that this man was what she was looking for... but he was her only hope now.
When Emilia came to Carson and gave him the job description he too thought her insane. But with the amounts of money she was capable of offering? There was no way he could pass that up. Upon meeting her, Carson was immediately struck by Emilia's appearance. She had beautiful long brown hair, a similar colour to his own at the time, glistening green eyes and a startlingly white smile. He ignored this at first, however he was completely and utterly distracted by her and kept thinking of her appearance as she described her situation. Emilia was smart, so she wouldn't make such a "demonic" claim lightly, she had done countless amounts of research and prepared a ritual to force the beast out into the open. The two entered a large warehouse to which Carson was skeptical and his eyebrows raised only further when he saw the demon pentagram drawn upon the floor. Emilia told him to stand within the circle, to which he begrudgingly agreed. Emilia began to chant then, speaking in an ancient and old language Carson was unfamiliar with and worried by.
Emilia finished and for a few moments nothing happened. Carson frowned and was about to speak when suddenly he was launched backwards forcefully, from the center of the circle rose a ferocious flesh covered, snarling beast, unlike anything Carson had ever seen, it had large claws and overwhelming fangs. Carson stood up, terrified but somehow confident, a feeling he hadn't felt since the day of his Mothers death. He charged forward, guns blazing and engaged the beast in a fierce battle, eventually burring his pistol down its gullet and firing violently down its throat, killing it in the process. What happened next was an awkward silence as both Carson and Emilia stared at the pale fleshy corpse of the demon that had plagued Emilia for so long, with its stalking habits and watchful eye. Carson, realising the effect such a creatures existence would have on the public. Lit a single match and tossed it onto the creatures corpse, setting it alight so that it would burn to ashes. Without another word, Carson took the shaking still terrified Emilia's hand and they left the warehouse together.
The two went on to fall in love, eloping to a small forest cabin, living off the accumulated money from Carson's bounties and Emilia's business proceeds. Carson now aged twenty-nine and Emilia twenty-seven. They lived together for a while before Emilia was with child and gave birth to a beautiful little girl named Ariana. For the first time since he was with hi Mother, Carson was happy. But the tragedies he was to face had only just begun, he had been out one day, buying food and supplies for his family, when, as he walked through the forest path leading to his home, he heard the screams of his wife. He dropped his shopping and ran, he ran faster than he had ever run before... but once again, Carson was too late. What he found in his home that day was truly horrid, something I would not feel good to describe, an inhuman act, blood across the walls and Carson left to find the ruined corpses of his wife and child. The marks of creatures impossible for the common man to make. Carsons families death, was the work of demons.
He had fought a demon once before, the power and devastation they could inflict was not something someone forgot easily. Carson searched and searched for two full years for those who gave ruin to his rebuilt life. In that time in memory of his wife and child, he engraved his guns with the inscription they still have to this day. "Emilia & Ariana: Sharing your names, avenging your spirits." A message only seen in full when the guns are put side by side so as to realine the words. Despite Carson's resolve and unwavering loyalty to his family, a mere human could never find a specific group of demons alone. It was during this time he was approached by another demon, Mephiles. Mehpiles made Carson an offer he couldn't refuse, the demonic power needed to find and defeat his enemies, in exchange for the retrieval of said power and Carson's soul along with it at the time of Carson's death. Desperate to find and kill those who murdered his family, Carson agreed. The demon smiled and drove his fist into Carson's chest, leaving a gaping hole, Carson cursed loudly and fell to the ground writhing in pain, believing himself to be fooled by his need for revenge, Carson's eyes slowly closed as he felt the despair at never being able to avenge his family.
Carson's eyes opened, he lay in the same spot he had before, his wound totally healed and a single blade across his chest, it bore a skeletal hilt and dark steel blade, he felt a connection to it like nothing he had never felt before, as if the blade were a part of his very soul, which it now was technically speaking. With new demonic powers in hand and his lust for vengeance fueled by a demonic hatred he had never before felt he continued his search and found his victims. Demons, all of them, he drew his sword and cut through them like hot butter, his eyes clouded by a red fog of anger and hatred at those who destroyed his life. Who murdered his wife, his daughter! He sliced and thrust and killed, relishing in the combat and how easy it was to end their lives with his new found power... but then... they were all dead... and the haze of his vision lifted. Around him lay the countless corpses of a crowd of... people. Humans, in his eyes they had appeared as demons... but now, his anger sated and what he thought to be his opponents dead. He saw what he had done, what his demonic half had made him do.
This was its plan all along, Mephiles had been the one to murder his family, yet in his anger and lust for revenge Carson had stupidly sold his soul to the very creature that murdered his family and now... he had just murdered countless others using that demons power. He had become a monster, obsessed with revenge and pointless killing, he wasn't even human anymore... just a half human monster. He heard the demons laughter ring in his mind, he had been tricked, deceived, fooled into becoming something less than a man and killing countless innocent people. As he realised this he screamed in anguish, shouting his anger and hatred into the sky above him as the blood of those around him flowed. He felt the red haze slip back in, the horrid control of the demon who now owned him. His soul may be forfeit, but Carson would not be manipulated further, he would never allow such an act to be repeated. So, in a final act of spite and regret he drew Emilia from her holster and held the glowing white pistol to his head, even then not a single drop of blood had fallen upon it. He said a final good bye and apology to the family he could never avenge and the people he had been forced to kill and he swore... he swore that if another chance was ever given to him then it would be his sole purpose to find the demon Mephiles and wipe its disgusting form from the face of existence. Then, with a single tear running down his face and Emilia's tip held firmly against his head, Carson pulled the trigger and ended his own life before it could be manipulated further.
Almost instantly Carson felt his eyes open again. By some twist of fate his soul and its now demonic powers had been drawn into Gardenia and out of Mephiles' grasp. The cost of such an event however was that of his memory. He stood up and brushed himself off, feeling like there was something important that he was forgetting, he felt his pockets and found two pistols, he seemed relieved to find them there, though he didn't know why... Upon his back he found a sheated sword, he drew it and looked at it with confusion, it was made of black steel and the hilt resembled a skeletal figure. Looking at it he felt a strong connection yet an absurd amount of hatred at the same time, the only thing he truly knew was that this sword was demonic, that was it. Deciding to ignore it he sheathed the sword and upon his hand saw the crest of the knight emblazoned. As it fell into his vision he suddenly understood his purpose, what he was meant to do and how he was going to do it. For another person having this purpose was sure to be enough but he questioned it, why was he doing this? What had he been doing before this? Deciding he would have to find out along the way, he instinctively summoned his bike, Cerberus, and hopped on. Starting it up and zooming along the streets of Gardenia hoping to eventually receive his answers.