Zanark

Board Name: Zanark Morningstar

Age: 18

Realm: Loderia

Gender: Male

Units: none

Weapon of Choice Edhellen Single Blue, sheild

Race: Angel

Swords name: Abraxas

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Background

Zanark was born to a wealthy lord and his wife. He was born on the exact date of the 7th era, the zanarkian era. Hence he was given the name zanark in honor of being the first child of the new age.

But being born on that day was not such an honor that some would think. For then on he would be hunted and cast out by all. An old legend is told of how an angel will be born on the day of the start of the 7th age. He will be the first of is kind and will bring with him the power to save the human race through the salvation of the gods. And deliver them from the evils of the world and acend into heaven.

But after many centuries and the curruption of the churches power the true legend became lost and curupted to tell a tale of a most evil being decendian to earth and reaking havoc among the human race, until none were left.

Three centuries ago, a elite group of fighters formed and awaited the day the child would arrive. Their training was brutal, some of it went beyond what normal humans could take. But in the end they were the best, the strongest and the fastest. They were known as the Akkadians.

Ironicly the father of of the child was also the founder of the Akkadians and therefor the strongest. The father knew what had to be done and summoned the Akkadians even though it pained his heart to do so. When the mother cought word of this she stole him away and fled into the Sagori mountain range that coverd Pangeia, but not before Grease, the general of the Akkadians fired a curse that missed and struck Zanark's left arm, leaving it black and lifeless. For six long years they ran from the Akkadians, they could do nothing but scaveng for food and from what they could steal.

By the time Zanark was seven they had finally made it out of the mountains and too the far east. Zanark's mother hid him away in an abandoned mill outside a small village. Leaving him with nothing but a stange curved sword. She told him "your actions will decide the fate of this sword, and it you......make the right choice" With those last wise words she turned back to fight the Akkadians alone.

For three days and three nights Zanark waited for his mothers return, but she never came. Finally on the forth day a woman who was out collecting herbs for her dying husband spotted a young boy trying to catch a rabbit with a sword much larger then himself. She invited him to stay for a while and fed him. The husband was not pleased by this at all, for they had just lost their own son from the same sickness that the father was now dying from. Displeased by the wife for trying to replace their only son, he withdrew from Zanark and ignored his very excistinst, and commanded that the wife do the same. A year had gone by since the day his mother vanished and all was not well, the husband was slipping into the final stages of the sickness and grew weaker with every passing hour.

One day on his was home a local man from the village spotted a blood soaked child hidden away in a nearby bush. Its was Zanark, the man checked him over but found no wounds, he and a few other villagers raced back to Zanark's home, fearing the worst. When they got to the door they saw a something that would haunt them to the day they passed. The walls were drentched with blood and tables were either smashed of flipped over. There had oviously been a struggle, one that old cupple had not won. The villagers first blamed Zanark "he always carries that sword with him" they said, "and those eyes, there not at all like I have ever seen" another added. His eyes alway did bring the worst out of people, they would constatly change from blue to green. These thoughts were soon discarded when they found no blood on the sword or in the sheath and concluded that it was still to big for him to wield. They never did notice the blood soaked cloth in the corner that was without a doubt used to clean the blade.

After being outcast from soceity for two months and eating nothing but what he could find and steal, the ruler of the nearby city took pity on him and welcomed him into his home. He knew of Zanark's background in the village but was determined to change his fate of being a scavenger. The man was named Talniska Megime, founder of the famed Megime clan of elite assasines. Along with Talniska's two children Kotojinn, and Saysha, Zanark was to be trained and live out the rest of his life as a soldier of death in the Megime clan. Although he was never granted the name Megime, Zanark showed he had an elite talent to for the job and quickly surpassed kotojinn and saysha who had begun training long befor him. Over the next seven years they did nothing but train, there whole lives revolved around their traning. And in time the three of them became very close, especially Zanark and Saysha, they seemed so close and started to spend all of there free time together. He felt she was the only person that had ever really loved him besides his mother. She understood him and treated him like a person, Kotojinn and Zanark were also close but he knew that Kotojinn always resented him for the shear fact that he was stronger. Another year had gone by and graduation came, now all of them 16 they were given a final test to prove they were ready. The missions were classified and they had to do them alone, Zanark's was simple, collect a scroll that had been secretly placed in an enemies fortess.

Easy he told himself, and it was, Zanark obtanied the scroll without haveing to lift a finger. Getting out of the fortress was different. He was confronted by a large amount of warriors and as his sword which came to name Abraxas, tasted blood for the first time in seven years. It awaken something deep inside him. He soon disposed of them soldiers in a very violent matter,the death of the men did not feed his strange thurst for death. He quickly targeted other nearby villages, some that had no warriors to try and fend him off.