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Editus Rayne

[WIP]"I suppose you've heard of me, the bastard, the son of a harlot mother?"

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a character in “The Knights of Artorias”, as played by MartinVole

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"Lets all blame Rayne, it's damn easy, everybody does it. Good fun."
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β‰Ό General Information ≽

∷ Rayne

∷ Editus Rayne is not a name, rather a phrase, "he who brings forth the rain," meaning that misfortune or hardship is what follows him.

∷ Male

∷ 28

∷ Last he checked human was in there, the rest is anybody's guess.

∷ Knight of Artorias

∷ Jet Black
∷ Yellow
∷ Olive
∷ 6'8"
∷ 165 lbs
∷ Thin yet sturdy
∷ Star-shaped birthmark between his shoulders on his back.


β‰Ό Physical Description ≽
There is something off-putting about Rayneβ€”while human, appearing as a man in the greatest year of youth, somewhat handsome with smooth yet robust features that would almost imply some nobility, his eyes, however tell a different story. Yellow, wild, and piercing, seated in perpetually darkened lids, an odd almost animalistic glare stares back at whoever locks vision with him. It is difficult to track his ancestry, for he doesn't even know himself, nor care, and nothing really telltale lends itself to most. For all he seems concerned is that he's a "mongrel" and seems unusually content with that description, if he can exactly be content.

Rayne is a man raised in hardship, built up from the struggle for survival, as such his body is built to endure, a history of being broken and rebuilt from the moment he could walk. Some scars on his body detail signs of both men and beast that have tried to take his life, and yet all this is carried without a brag, but rather with apathy, a self-destructive disregard that luck just happened to land in favor to his continued existence.

His darker complexion and black hair implies foreign heritage, his wild black hair left at medium length seems to reflect the midnight sky when in moonlight. He shows little care to groom up his hair, letting it lay however it likes until it gets in his eyes. Its unkempt quality shows something about his view on personal beauty, that he doesn't exactly seem too interested.

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xβ‰Ό Proficiency ≽
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STR 」x. β–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Š AAACON 」xβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Š
DEX 」.x.β–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Š AAAWIL 」x.β–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Š
CNG 」x β–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Š AAARES 」x.β–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Š
ARC 」x β–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Š AAACHA 」xβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Š
SKL 」x β–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Š AAASPD 」x β–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Š

Rayne, despite his seemingly lowborn status was born with considerable mana in his veins, which, unfortunately, because of his lowborn status, has never been properly honed. His life prior has left his magic marred and out of balance, powerful yet unrefined. He claims it burns cold in his veins, and screams in his head, at times even claiming that it starts to speak to him after prolonged use. His magic is akin to a cold flame, ignited mana, destructive but dissipates quickly in the air at long range due to its unrefined nature. Some who have witness his magic have claimed that it as a thing of evil, whispering and singing tones of the underworld. Surely he wouldn't be a knight if that were the case?

He is also incredibly strong and resilient, thanks, perhaps, to his solitary life in the wilderness, taking on man and beast barehanded if neccesary. He is, however, inversely, not very graceful, preferring brute strength over form and poise, and instincts over complicated plans of engagement, making for a boon and flaw all at the same time.

His skills with others, along with overall social skills are among the weakest with Rayne, having lived alone as long as he has left him aloof and not at all well at forging companionship. Fear tends to take precedence over respect without even being entirely intentional. For what he lacks in skills with men, he makes up for with beasts, having almost like an innate bond with animals, even able to calm the wildest steed.

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xβ‰Ό Personal History ≽


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So begins...

Editus Rayne's Story

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Character Portrait: Editus Rayne Character Portrait: Vysella Celgari Character Portrait: Khilith Hruind

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A lone man walked the path towards the castle, dressed in armor that had been hastily strapped on, leaving him to adjust it every once in a while. His expression was sullen, trying not to make eye contact with those that looked upon him. They whispered to one another, keeping their distance from him like he were some ill omen. He was a strange man, of the like from a foreign land, darker complexion and eyes a hot yellow, messy hair black as night with a strange bluish glisten to it.

He had no real name, no lineage that was obvious to him, things that even a lowly peasant would have in comfort. Rumors spread about him, that he was born of a devil, or cursed at birth, and he wouldn't be surprised if they were right. They called him Editus Rayne, a bringer of misfortune. Ever since he could think on his own, he has known only a cycle of unending struggle, and the cruel cold within and without. He didn't even know why he had survived this long, or cared to do so. He was here, now, hand picked to be sized up for the role of knight.

Why am I even doing this? This is laughable, I'm not fit for a knight, they know it well, and yet... picked by the king himself? Why? he wondered as he scratched through his hair with slight visible frustration. From everything he knew, from what all people have said, the king wasn't the kind to pull such a cruel prank. They say he is a good man, a righteous man, concepts foreign to an unwanted child grown into a cynical man. Everything to him was a subject of suspect, as much as his own existence was. Just, what the hell even is a righteous man? he wondered in frustration. He wanted to see it with his own eyes, what is truly the brightest of virtues.

He looked ahead to the gate, taking a deep breath and exhaling, blowing his messy hair from his eyes. By no surprise to him, others had come before him, likely more enthusiastic than him. What sort would these others be? Glory seekers, looking for their slice of fame and fortune? Were they the noble sort that looked down on blots like himself, was there going to be a fight as soon as he entered their presence? He wasn't afraid of conflict, he wasn't afraid of battle, and he certainly wasn't afraid of being honest.

"Well then, o' noblest of parties, the stray mangy dog, Editus Rayne, now walks among you!" he cried out with an irreverent yet smooth tone, thick with flagrant disregard of even his own self. He then fished out something from his bag, a rolled up piece of parchment with the undeniable royal seal. "Perhaps I was mistaken and this is my arrest for some crime instead, but this summons I received seems to indicate that I was called for... service?"

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