Xion, The Warhorse [Tellus Artaerium]

Subject: Xion, The Warhorse [Tellus Artaerium] Sat Jan 03, 2009 11:16 am

Xion when seen in the Realm of the Living.

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Xion's true form.

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Name: Xion
Occupation: The Warhorse / The Seer
Personality: Xion's personality differs often. He may be Forgiving, Merciful, and Carefree one moment, and Demanding, Merciless, and Damning the next. At times, he has visions of the Ancient wars, and this reflects in his personality, making him irrational and quick to lash out.
Bio: In life, Xion MacArthur was a force to be reckoned with. He had the blessings of the gods since he was very young...around the age of seven...which was also when he had made his first kill; a thief that had forced entry into his parents' home. Young Xion was asleep when it had happened first, and was awakened by the screams of terror from his parents. The rage of the sound of the screams alone drove the young boy to pick up his father's training sword and fell the thief in a rush of both adrenaline, and blind hatred. The feeling he had gotten from the kill was so wonderful, that it had literally driven the boy mad.

By the age of fifteen, Xion had already had a multitude of kills on his belt. He had been named Public Enemy number one by four of five Kingdoms. The one Kingdom that had not chosen to pursue the boy as an enemy, had chosen to make him a trained soldier. Through the following years, Xion practiced in each of the known martial arts, and trained and mastered every known technique for fighting bare-handed or armed. In recognition of his success, the King had granted him an entire army of his own, which Xion had turned into not only the Kingdom's - but the known world's largest elite force. War after war, Xion and his elite army emerged victorious...earning Xion the name of Warlord.

A decade later, when Xion was in his fortieth year of life, The Goddess of Confliction had granted him Immortality, reasoning that he would be her striking hammer in the Realm of the living. From then forth, Xion has lead centuries of different armies, and conquered millions of wars, emerging victoriously with his battle-axe in hand, and a massive war cry that was said to have been able to have been heard by the gods in Tellus Artaerium.

Notes:
---Domain: Warfare and Precognition
---Creation: Xion's realm was all but simplistic...Vast, with many miles of outstretching land, worn by what would have seemed to been centuries of battle. The smoke still rose from ever-burning bails of dead grass, so the sky was always dark, and the atmosphere polluted. In the very center of the largest section of barren land, stood a lone battlement. A castle, crumbling from the center out, leaving only two standing towers, stained with scorch-markings...even these two remaining towers seemed as if they would fall to ruin soon. They never did. Behind these towers, stood a great battlement, separated from the towers by a thick wall of obsidian, who had yet to be touched by battle. A single gate in the front of the wall marked the entrance into the god's domain.

Upon making their way through the front gate, which was pushed open just enough to squeeze between the way and the gate itself, one would have to walk nearly a hundred yards before reaching the front steps to the towering battlement. The interior was portaged by a large set of double doors, some sort of hardwood in appearance. At the touch, the doors were not wood at all, but instead the very same stone that made up the obsidian fortress itself. The interior was...nothing. An entirely empty void of black, containing only a bright light, shining down on a single throne, on which sat the god, Xion, himself...physical features forever hidden under a cloak of onyx, with silken white material lining the outer edges...from the cloak, all that could be seen where the darkly complected hands of what seemed to be human, emerging only halfway from the armlets, and the lower half of a human face, showing beneath the lowest hanging part of the wide hood, the look of indifference apparent from the straight mouth. A soft, steady glow emerged from higher up under the hood, casting a light ocean blue aura down unto the upper lip...the glow of the eyes of a Seer.

--God Powers:
----War Cry - [Active] A terrible cry rings throughout the surroundings, and any within hearing range are instantly enveloped in a rage against all.
----Pressure of War - [Passive] - Those who come within close enough proximity to the Warhorse God, Xion, feel the rage of war build up within themselves. This can end in either small conflicts, or all out brawls or warfare.
----Remembrance - [Passive] - Those that Xion passes are doomed to an eternity of nightmares of Ancient warfare.
----Precognition - [Passive] - At random points, Xion receives foresightedness, foreseeing things unknown even by Alzir and Cadea themselves...Which is the reasoning behind his promotion to a Chosen of the Lesser Gods.

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