F U L L N A M E
Ronan Asher Grendel
P H Y S I C A L - A G E
39
A C T U A L - A G E
392
G E N D E R
Male
S P E C I E S
Banshee
S E X U A L I T Y
H E T E R O S E X U A L
S O N G S
Where is My Mind || Maxence Cyrin
H E I G H T
6 ' 2 "
W E I G H T
180 lbs
S K I N
White
E Y E S
Black
H A I R
Brown
M A R K I N G S
S C A R S
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N O R M A L - A T T I R E
▲ Tailored black or beige suit
▲ Black loafers
▲ Dress pants
▲ White shirt
PERSONALITY
Ronan can be described as a very simple man, with a heart of darkness. He is calm and collected. Never would he flail out in anger, as he considers anger a weakness. His decades of living have taught him strategic thinking and the best possible way to handle any situation. His reticent and observant nature have taught him to separate emotions when dealing with issues. His methodical approach to problem-solving has sparked a huge interest towards chess. He has lost his trusting nature long time ago, but he does offer sympathy and advice to his kind. His high intelligence and combat experience have earned him the title of "Sepper-Sai", which means "Death Merchant" in the ancient tongue. The last of his remaining kind is him and Lydia, Queen of The Banshees. The only one he could call a true friend is her since she have rescued him more times than he cares to admit. Ronan likes to dress up in custom tailored suits; he would never wear something that would put him on the weaker side of a conversation. He enjoys playing chess with Lydia, and listening to classical music.
▲ Playing chess
▲ Reading
▲ Listening to classical music
▲ Reapers
▲ Talking to Lydia
▲ Fencing
D I S L I K E S
▲ Demons
▲ Modern life
▲ Pancakes
▲ Loud music
F E A R S
▲ Losing Lydia
▲ Not being able to kill Abbadon when the time comes to face him
▲ Getting killed before killing Abbadon
▲ Spending the rest of his days alone
W E A K N E S S E S
▲ Dark Metal
▲ Fighting multiple enemies simultaneously
▲ Ranged combat
Ronan Grendel was born a lone child in the rurals of Romania in the March of 1623. He worked his father and grandfather in the family farm as soon as he was able to walk. His grandfather, Joseph, made sure that Ronan understood the value of work and its eventual payoff. Ronan lost both of his parents and grandfather to the Black Death when he was in his early 20s. It was up to Ronan and his sister, Ramona, to take care of the farm and look out for each other. He married his first love, Florina, and they had their first child in his late 30s. Ronan decided never to give his father and grandfather's land to strangers. The newlyweds decided to stay and take care of the farm. His sister, Ramona, stayed with them in the family farm and treated Florina with all the love and respect she could give her own sister.
In a moonless night, five years after Florina gave birth to their first child, Abel, Ronan came home late after selling the harvest in the town's local market. He entered the house and shouted his wife's name, but no one answered. He went upstairs to their bedroom and found the room colored with black and red. What remained of his wife and sister were only their severed heads on a wooden table, gazing in horror at whoever dares to enter this nightmare. Ronan was paralyzed in fear. He forced himself to move and check on his child. He ran to the nursery, screaming his son's name. A dark figure was standing on top of his crying child's bed. Abel stopped crying at the sight of his panting father. The figure had a worn, black leather duster with a glowing purple star on his back. The dark figure turned to face Ronan. He gave him a sinister smirk. "There you are! I was wondering when were you planning to join us. Me and Abel were starting to get restless", the dark figure said. Ronan lunged forward in an effort to grab the intruder. The dark figure's dodge was barely visible. The dark figure held up his hand and Ronan was thrown to a nearby wall, forbidding any muscle from moving.
"I'm afraid I didn't introduce myself. My name is Abbadon. Pleased to meet you", the dark figure gave a bow to the pinned man of the wall. As he rose back up, Abbadon's yellow eyes turned into two black orbs that covered his facial features.
"What did you do?", said the pinned Ronan.
"My life gets so boring sometimes, I have to include a plot twist every now and then", said apologetically. "This time, I decided to give my future self some fun".
Abbadon waved his hand down as if swatting a fly. Ronan collapsed on the floor. The slender Abbadon extended his shoulders sideways, beckoning Ronan to attack. "Attack me. Take revenge for your lovely wife and sister", said Abbadon while crossing his hands behind his back. Ronan stumbled to his feet and again lunged forward towards Abbadon. Arms swinging. Screaming. Every attack Ronan made was somehow dodged by Abbadon with his hands behind his back.
Ronan started panting after a while. His arms felt like bricks. He could barely stand. Not one attack landed on his enemy. With the same deadly swiftness, Abbadon dodged the last punch and put his right hand on the back Ronan's neck. "You're weak", said Abbadon right before slamming Ronan's face on the floorboards. "But you won't stay that way". Abbadon kicked Ronan on his side with his boot, launching him towards the wall with monstrous strength. The wall cabinets came crashing on Ronan's back as he was struggling for breath in the floor.
Abbadon moved slowly towards his victim, came down on one knee, and thrust his arm towards Ronan's heart, penetrating his rip cage. Ronan laid his back and screamed in pure pain at the top of his lung. Abbadon grabbed the back of his neck with his other hand and brought his victim face to face with himself.
After all those years, Ronan never forgot what Abbadon said on that horrible night. He still remembers it word for word.
"You won't die", said Abbadon. "You will walk the earth a tortured spirit, witnessing the death of everyone you everyone you know and not being able to do a damn thing about it. In time you will grow stronger, faster. When you become worthy to fight me again, I will find you, and I will rip your soul with my bare hands !!".
Abbadon's purple star sigil burst into life and covered the entire room in its glow. Ronan's scream turned into a deafening shriek that covered his entire existence and painted the path bloody for his past, present and future. Ronan's entire vision turned to dark purple and eventually blacked out.
In time, Ronan learned to control and develop his powers. During his travels, he discovered he was not the only one with this curse. He mentored his kind, giving them sage advice on how to use their powers, and most importantly, on how NOT to use their powers. "Our kind must never be discovered". Ronan trained his kind with the aid of his friend, Lydia, to use of weapons and close-quarter combat, in fear of the day that they might have to fight for their survival.
Ronan's fears came true when the first banshee was struck dead in spirit form. The creation of Dark Metal have forced the banshees to fight for their survival. Only two remain now, Ronan and Lydia.
P O W E R S
» Control Shadow: Ronan has the ability to bend the darkness to his will, blinding and confusing his enemies with their natural fear of the unknown.
» Spirit Form: A banshee can disappear into an "ethereal" form, giving him increased speed and agility and allowing him to bypass any interaction with physical objects.
» Wailing Scream: A banshee has the ability to conjure a horrific scream that can paralyze most enemies in fear. Ronan doesn't like to use this weapon, since it takes a huge toll on his spirit power, diminishing his other natural abilities.
» Death Sense: A banshee can sense when would a reaper pay the final visit to a living soul. With focus, Ronan can even see how and when a soul would draw its last breath.
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