Post by Linx on Aug 12, 2008 13:33:25 GMT -5
Name-Many names, his true name as given by the mortals is Chaos or God (Preffering Chaos), but he currently goes by Linx.
Type- Primordial God
Age- As old as time
Gender-Male
Parents/Family- None
Powers-
The power of creation:
From him, all spawned, thus he has the power of creation. He can create anything he wishes at anytime, though the power has faded over the ages from lack of use, and he can no longer create anything as powerful as he once could. He can not imbue people with power any more, nor can he erase powerful entities, at most, he can succeed in slowing hem down for a few hours at most. At his current state of power, he can create nothing larger than a house with a though, nothing larger than a mountain period, and something that large requires a week of concentration for him.
Regeneration:
A side branch of his power of creation, he is able to regenerate his body and those of people around him with a little effort. He is able to fully regenerate his body as long as at least one cell is left, and this minor fact has saved him a few times, though he's made damn sure to stay well clear of nuclear explosions,not wanting to chance it. (He doesn't know however that the radiation wouldn't kill his cells) He can regenerate the bodies of people around him as well, though this act is more draining on him, and he needs to rest for a span determined by the extent of the injury. Minor scrapes and scratches are nothing, but big wounds, anything bigger than a stab, requires at least a few hours rest, when healing someone else. For him, he only truly needs to rest if he has to completely reconstruct his body, at most a month of rest.
Pyrokinesis:
A little trait he picked up over his existence, and has become quite fond of. He is able to create and manipulate any flame at will, including the flame of the gods that Prometheus had given to the mortals. He rarely uses the power for anything meaningful however, mostly to show off or entertain himself. He has aquired the flare for the melodramatic affect in his millenia on the earth, and is more than happy to put this to use for that affect. With his practice with his pyrokinesis, he's also become able to control lightning, as another more pure form of fire, in his mind, and will use that on occassions for a more flashy approach.
Shapeshifting:
As the original god, he has the ability to assume any shape or form he wishes, a power that has not faded with time, as he uses it often enough, sometimes taking a different shape every day. He can alter any part of his form at will, and will sometimes take on an entirely new shape, but mostly just alters bits and pieces of himself, for whatever task is at hand. With a great force of will, he can exert this influence over others, a power he hasn't used since the dawn of time, thus the requirement of a great amount of concentration. He is however, unable tochange another entitys form completely, just alter shapes, and even then, only if they are willing. They can resist his influence now, he is getting on in his old age, and he can only force a change on them if he forcibly restrains them and concentrates on changing them, something he never does, believing in free will.
Telepathy/Mind Control:
A rarely used ability, the latter part anyway, but one that he has none the less. As the creator of everything in existence, he's still wondering why he did that, he is connected with everything on some small level, whether they know it or not, giving him that bit of control. He can exert this influence over any entity, but can never force them to their death, as the survival impulse is far too strong. He rarely uses this though, unless he doesn't feel like paying for something, or is too lazy to go up and get something. He mostly uses the first part know it or not,lly with some people, whether they know it or not, subtley influencing them to do something, as opposed to out right forcing them. When he does the mind control, it's a little more difficult for him to explain why someone did something, instead of planting the subtle suggestion.
Sealed Powers:
Terrakinesis
Aerokinesis
Hydrokinesis
Spacial Control
Time Control
Gravity Control
Matter Control
Energy Control
As the original god of all creation, he was able to manipulate and control everything in existence, though due to a cataclysmic event that only he, and one other, truly know of, he sealed away most of his divine might and memories, leaving himself just enough power to exist through the ages, to hide and defend himself from other divine beings.
Weaknesses-
Lacking any true physical weaknessess, he mostly lacks in the mental area, not to say he's unintelligent. Over the eras, he's become akin to a normal human of the day, albiet far more powerful and intelligent than any other creature alive. He's subject to the emotions humans feel, and can act slightly immature, and has a shorter than usual temper. He's immoral, so he doesn't care much for the consequences of his actions, earning him many enemies, and is more than a little brash. He'll blindly rush into a fight or war without really paying attention to the reasons, or any potential pitfalls, earning him more than a few injuries in his life. His final, and most debilitating, weakness, is women. They have become his number one vice over the existence of creation, and he willingly gives into it. A beautiful woman has an almost infinite amount of sway over him, and he'll do everything he can to meet women. He's become very prone to showing off and earning enemies this way, and would do almost anything for a beautiful woman.
Physical Description-
Although he takes many forms, he has one which has become his favourite. He stands at six foot even, with silver hair and crimson eyes, and a nice tanned skin. His body is muscular, but not body-builder muscles, very toned and defined. He is of a medium build, but far more powerful and fast than he should be. He wears tight leathers, fitting close to his body for both comfort, style, and ease of movement. His shoulders and midriff are left bare with his normal outfit, with leather vambraces and gloves covering his hands, his fingers left bare, retaining his dexterity and nimbleness. His normal foot-wear is a pair of black Vans skate shoes, or boots. All in all, he looks like your typical, eighteen year old human.
Mental Description-
As far as mentality goes, he's a very laid back person. When someone has been around as long as he has, he's learned to take life slowly, having all the time in existence to enjoy himself. He prefers to take things at a leisurely pace, and enjoy himself more than worry about getting things done, and he's never been able to hold a job because of it, though he's never needed to, being richer than anyone alive. He is unfourtanetly an immoral person, caring only for having fun and enjoying himself, more than any laws or rules set out by society or governments, earning him many enemies, getting him chased from many countries in the past. Now he's open to pretty much anything he is offered, just going out to have fun and enjoy himself.
As far as hobbies go, he mostly enjoys hanging out, reading, partying if he gets around to it, and definetly fighting. Since his early history, as far as recorded mortal history goes, he's been fighting, tossing himself into every large scale combat situation he could find, enjoying just the thrill of fighting for his life, though he was never in any real danger. He was unkillabel, but he was able to be critically injured, leaving him down and out for quite awhile, depending on the extent of his injuries. His favourite incident was during world war two, poking his head out from the building he was in on Japan, and greeting a bomb face first. That left him out for about a month, and he wasn't too happy about it, though he finds it funny now.
History-
In the beginning, there was only Chaos. Both, literally and metaphorically of course. No one knows what first created him, he himself isn't sure, just one day, he knew sentience, and then, what seemed like a moment, but may have been an eternity, later,his power surged, and the first of the titans were spawned. These, the first of his creations, he imbued with the ability of creation, of strength and magic, not knowing why he was undertaking this task, hidden away in the back ground.
For years, he watched his creations grow, their creations, and the subsequent creations spawning from them, a multiverse spreading out before him. He watched as these ancient civilizations were formed, his own creations being worshipped. He watched, as the titan Chronos became paranoid from Gaias prediction, devouring his own children, applauding Rheas cunning and daring by hiding Zeus away, knowing what the future held in store. He secreetly aided Zeus, as he grew, hidden away from the world, before he returned a man, freeing his brothers from Chronos' belly with a judicious us of a potion supplied to him secretly.
He watched, as the great war sprung up, the war between the titans and the gods, fighting for the very fate of the world he created. He remained detached from the actual warfare, choosing to observe, watching the gods and titans fight, applauding every cunning turn that one side or another would take. He knew what would happen, he was the most powerful being in existence afterall, but he blocked it from his mind, watching as they did. He could see all the possible road that lay before them, but not even he knew which way the tides would turn.
He watched the fall of Chronos, before the rest fell like dominoes, the war quickly coming to an end. He watched as the gods established their new rule, the wheels of time turning, the rise and fall of civilizations, to the recession of the gods, before they returned, taking new names for the latest cultures. With the earliest of recorded histories for the race of human, he descended to the earth, to walk among them as one of their own race, his divine might hidden away, to not attract the attention of the stray mythic beings, preffering to remain unknown and un-noticed.
His first interactions with the mortlas came in the year 3150 B.C, in ancient Egypt, where he became a temple guard at the temple of Anubis. With his new position, he as free to observe the people as they went about teir lives, their new religion, and only smile amused to himself about the ignorance of the gods that he had spawned, though he was quite sure it was the same pantheon, under different guises and names. He always wondered where the beliefs sprang from, never quite catching the catalyst that sparked the religion to arise in the culture, and never caring enough to exert some powe and look, it was always more of a passing fancy.
He spent a little over two thousand years in Egypt, before moving to the newly emerging nation of Sparta. Here, he insinuated himself into the culture, changing shape and form as neccessary, becoming an adopted child of a spartan family, being raised as a normal child of that time would be, to fight, and to kill. This was really his first experience with fighting, and he was addicted. He enjoyed the test that a blade gave him, to master it's use, to prove ones self in combat, where only skill mattered, he could not deny the appeal it held for him, and he repeated the life over and over, becoming a child again and again, reliving the life and experience, becoming better and better with the sword.
In the year 490B.C, the king Leonidas left with three hundred of their soldiers to stand against the persian king Xerxes, and the next year, he himself went off to war, the entire spartan army marched against Xerxes with the backing of the rest of the allied greek nations, defeating the upstart who thought he could rule the world with ease. He spent the next few hundred years in Sparta, continuing his existence as it had been, before relocating to Rome in the first century A.D. He felt like moving to where the action seemed to be, and enjoyed seeing the resurfacing of the culture he was familiar with.
He remained in Rome until the sixth century A.D, where he moved to Japan, deciding to check up on the rest of the world. He remained in japan for a little while, somehow touched by their devotion to culture and respect for each other, before continuing on his way, travelling the world over, getting himself caught up in more than a few minor incidents, even being trapped inside the library of Alexandria as it was destroyed again. This incident made him particularly sad, as he was enjoying himself in the massive collection of knowledge, before being rudely torn away from it all.
For the next few hundred years, he merely wandered the earth, basking in the glory of his creations, the myriad of emotions and events that he had never experienced before, blending in seamlessly and living the life of a normal person, earning and hording money, never truly needing it, lending it out to those that did, amassing a fortune early on, which only grew through-out the ages, making him probably the richest man alive in the world at large today. It also helped having the power of creation to make whatever he needed, including money if he felt like it.
In the ninth century, he resurfaced as another fighter, this time fighting against the vikings he were beginning their raids en masse, slaying many of them, before allowing himself to be captured, interested in learning of their culture. He became a thrall to them, working his way up, serving his master for a year, before becoming a warrior for him. He was fascinated with their culture, how alike to the romans they were, in the worship of their pantheon, another flag to make him thing that it was the same pantheon under another guise. He lived mostly as a mortal, so he could never confirm his suspicions, but he was quite confident in his assumptions.
After a few years serving as a viking warrior, he accidently slipped up, insulting one of their chieftains, and was beheaded for it, tossed into the sea, an inglorious death for a warrior as far as they were concerned at the time, and that was a bad time for him. It took him quite awhile to get all the salt water out of his body after his head regenerated, and it left him weak for weeks, form the salt constantly dehydrating him, and stuck afloat in the ocen, never bothering to think of changing shape to just swim away, or adapt to living on the ocean floor. He was found of the sun, and the dark depths of the ocean, though appealing, didn't quite suit him. That, and he couldn't get any books down there.
After drifting for a long while, he reached land, wandering through cultures again, being drawn back to the orient once more. Lo and behold his suprise when he got there! It was the middle of a naval battle, between two chinese factions, and he ended up on the wrong end. One minute, he was fighting on the deck, the next, he was blasted off and into the water, the ship burning into nothingness. It was the first use of gunpowder by mortlas, and he was suddenly fascinated with it. He retrieved what he could as a sample, tinkering away for many years, creating a crude device to fire pellets, like a sling it the twirling, but soon scrapped it, as it was ineffective and heavily unreliable. He blew off his own hands more often than not.
With the turn of the millenia, he wandered his way to Persia, taking on a new name, working on writing something himself for a change. Twenty years into the century, he published the Book of Healing and the Canon of Medicine, a book as detailed as could be given what the mortals knew at the time. He acheived great fame for his publishings, but soon gew bored, dissappearing into the shadows of history again, wandering back and forth, trying to find something to capture his attention once more, enjoying the supernova that created the crab nebula. He had been waiting for that for awhile, very flashy, and he was fond of flashy.
With the turn of the century, he retreated into seclusion, testing the powers he once had, at the dawn of time, the origin of creation. To his displeasure, he was weaker than he had been, his powers falling into a state of disrepair as it were, from lack of use. He devoted his time and energy over the next few hundred years to rebuilding his strength. It was among this time, that he discovered his ability to control fire, spending a long while mastering it, taking it slowly, spending a mortals life-time and more to bring the most rebellious of elements under his control, more than pleased with himself with his success. After he mastered fire, he moved onto lightning, as it was the purest form of fire, spending even longer to bring this wild element to his control, bending it to his will. He succeeded after another life-time and more had passed, and he set out once more.
He returned to Japan once more, enjoying the first half of the century, before being locked into the country, as the sengoku era started, and he truly relished the challenge. The Sengoku was the era of civil war for Japan that reminded him of Sparta of old. He danced a bloody whirlwind through the pages of history, fighting countless battles in the two hundred years he was there, serving under the demon king Nobunaga Oda as one of hs most trusted retainers, and his best warrior. Towards the end of the era, he left fighting, studying under the sword master, Musashi Miyamoto, becoming his best and brightest pupil, the technique of his own creation, the swallow cut, being passed onto him before his death, where he set to travelling again, departing the country with little trouble due to some divine assistance.
After the end of the period of war, he wandered the world again, looking for another great conflict, a katana always waiting by his eager hand. He had taken a liking to the japanese blade, built for both speed and power, but not too large, and still not too small, it quickly become his tool of destruction, with many an enemy falling to his blade. He became quickly reknowned as a great fighter amidst those that still fought with skill, before dissappeariong again, resurfacing in Europe many years later, playing the consort to the nobility. It was a hard life, but someone had to do it, was his rationale for this particular time.
He spent a few hundred years in Europe, loving the rich culture to it, changing shape and form as needed to remain hidden, watching the industrial revolution sweeping the nation, merely shaking his head when guns began surfacing, taking some of the earliest models for himself, hiding away and tinkering. It seems someone had discovered his old invention, and decided to devote time and effort into improving it, and it was a challenge he wouldn't deny. He began tinkering with the guns, modifying, upgrading, improving on them from their original design, taking pride in being able to out-do every model that came out.
During the twentieth century, he found a great way to enjoy himself, both world wars. He had moved to America as he tinkered, leaking out his lesser designs on occasions to nudge them into creating better weaponry, and serving in the American military, shipped as a marine all over the war fronts, earning many commendations and rising quickly through the ranks, becoming another reknowned soldier. He dissappeared once more into a special ops unit for the U.S, doing various missions for them, before he 'died' on one such mission, taking a new identity, and starting over with the next war.
He cut a bloody swathe through the next war, dissappearing, resurfacing with the cold wars and such, workng on special ops missions, doing that which the average soldier couldn't, enjoying the challenge, reducing his skill to where it would be tough, but not impossible to get the job done, pulling through in a pinch everytime, before dropping off into the darkness again, resurfacing with the turn of the millenia as just a normal guy, living the life of a teenager, partying hard and rocking out as they put it, truly enjoying himself now, despite that things havecalmed down, but feeling in his very essence, that something was brewing once more.
Current Residence- Wherever he makes a home for himself.
Codeword- Badger
Type- Primordial God
Age- As old as time
Gender-Male
Parents/Family- None
Powers-
The power of creation:
From him, all spawned, thus he has the power of creation. He can create anything he wishes at anytime, though the power has faded over the ages from lack of use, and he can no longer create anything as powerful as he once could. He can not imbue people with power any more, nor can he erase powerful entities, at most, he can succeed in slowing hem down for a few hours at most. At his current state of power, he can create nothing larger than a house with a though, nothing larger than a mountain period, and something that large requires a week of concentration for him.
Regeneration:
A side branch of his power of creation, he is able to regenerate his body and those of people around him with a little effort. He is able to fully regenerate his body as long as at least one cell is left, and this minor fact has saved him a few times, though he's made damn sure to stay well clear of nuclear explosions,not wanting to chance it. (He doesn't know however that the radiation wouldn't kill his cells) He can regenerate the bodies of people around him as well, though this act is more draining on him, and he needs to rest for a span determined by the extent of the injury. Minor scrapes and scratches are nothing, but big wounds, anything bigger than a stab, requires at least a few hours rest, when healing someone else. For him, he only truly needs to rest if he has to completely reconstruct his body, at most a month of rest.
Pyrokinesis:
A little trait he picked up over his existence, and has become quite fond of. He is able to create and manipulate any flame at will, including the flame of the gods that Prometheus had given to the mortals. He rarely uses the power for anything meaningful however, mostly to show off or entertain himself. He has aquired the flare for the melodramatic affect in his millenia on the earth, and is more than happy to put this to use for that affect. With his practice with his pyrokinesis, he's also become able to control lightning, as another more pure form of fire, in his mind, and will use that on occassions for a more flashy approach.
Shapeshifting:
As the original god, he has the ability to assume any shape or form he wishes, a power that has not faded with time, as he uses it often enough, sometimes taking a different shape every day. He can alter any part of his form at will, and will sometimes take on an entirely new shape, but mostly just alters bits and pieces of himself, for whatever task is at hand. With a great force of will, he can exert this influence over others, a power he hasn't used since the dawn of time, thus the requirement of a great amount of concentration. He is however, unable tochange another entitys form completely, just alter shapes, and even then, only if they are willing. They can resist his influence now, he is getting on in his old age, and he can only force a change on them if he forcibly restrains them and concentrates on changing them, something he never does, believing in free will.
Telepathy/Mind Control:
A rarely used ability, the latter part anyway, but one that he has none the less. As the creator of everything in existence, he's still wondering why he did that, he is connected with everything on some small level, whether they know it or not, giving him that bit of control. He can exert this influence over any entity, but can never force them to their death, as the survival impulse is far too strong. He rarely uses this though, unless he doesn't feel like paying for something, or is too lazy to go up and get something. He mostly uses the first part know it or not,lly with some people, whether they know it or not, subtley influencing them to do something, as opposed to out right forcing them. When he does the mind control, it's a little more difficult for him to explain why someone did something, instead of planting the subtle suggestion.
Sealed Powers:
Terrakinesis
Aerokinesis
Hydrokinesis
Spacial Control
Time Control
Gravity Control
Matter Control
Energy Control
As the original god of all creation, he was able to manipulate and control everything in existence, though due to a cataclysmic event that only he, and one other, truly know of, he sealed away most of his divine might and memories, leaving himself just enough power to exist through the ages, to hide and defend himself from other divine beings.
Weaknesses-
Lacking any true physical weaknessess, he mostly lacks in the mental area, not to say he's unintelligent. Over the eras, he's become akin to a normal human of the day, albiet far more powerful and intelligent than any other creature alive. He's subject to the emotions humans feel, and can act slightly immature, and has a shorter than usual temper. He's immoral, so he doesn't care much for the consequences of his actions, earning him many enemies, and is more than a little brash. He'll blindly rush into a fight or war without really paying attention to the reasons, or any potential pitfalls, earning him more than a few injuries in his life. His final, and most debilitating, weakness, is women. They have become his number one vice over the existence of creation, and he willingly gives into it. A beautiful woman has an almost infinite amount of sway over him, and he'll do everything he can to meet women. He's become very prone to showing off and earning enemies this way, and would do almost anything for a beautiful woman.
Physical Description-
Although he takes many forms, he has one which has become his favourite. He stands at six foot even, with silver hair and crimson eyes, and a nice tanned skin. His body is muscular, but not body-builder muscles, very toned and defined. He is of a medium build, but far more powerful and fast than he should be. He wears tight leathers, fitting close to his body for both comfort, style, and ease of movement. His shoulders and midriff are left bare with his normal outfit, with leather vambraces and gloves covering his hands, his fingers left bare, retaining his dexterity and nimbleness. His normal foot-wear is a pair of black Vans skate shoes, or boots. All in all, he looks like your typical, eighteen year old human.
Mental Description-
As far as mentality goes, he's a very laid back person. When someone has been around as long as he has, he's learned to take life slowly, having all the time in existence to enjoy himself. He prefers to take things at a leisurely pace, and enjoy himself more than worry about getting things done, and he's never been able to hold a job because of it, though he's never needed to, being richer than anyone alive. He is unfourtanetly an immoral person, caring only for having fun and enjoying himself, more than any laws or rules set out by society or governments, earning him many enemies, getting him chased from many countries in the past. Now he's open to pretty much anything he is offered, just going out to have fun and enjoy himself.
As far as hobbies go, he mostly enjoys hanging out, reading, partying if he gets around to it, and definetly fighting. Since his early history, as far as recorded mortal history goes, he's been fighting, tossing himself into every large scale combat situation he could find, enjoying just the thrill of fighting for his life, though he was never in any real danger. He was unkillabel, but he was able to be critically injured, leaving him down and out for quite awhile, depending on the extent of his injuries. His favourite incident was during world war two, poking his head out from the building he was in on Japan, and greeting a bomb face first. That left him out for about a month, and he wasn't too happy about it, though he finds it funny now.
History-
In the beginning, there was only Chaos. Both, literally and metaphorically of course. No one knows what first created him, he himself isn't sure, just one day, he knew sentience, and then, what seemed like a moment, but may have been an eternity, later,his power surged, and the first of the titans were spawned. These, the first of his creations, he imbued with the ability of creation, of strength and magic, not knowing why he was undertaking this task, hidden away in the back ground.
For years, he watched his creations grow, their creations, and the subsequent creations spawning from them, a multiverse spreading out before him. He watched as these ancient civilizations were formed, his own creations being worshipped. He watched, as the titan Chronos became paranoid from Gaias prediction, devouring his own children, applauding Rheas cunning and daring by hiding Zeus away, knowing what the future held in store. He secreetly aided Zeus, as he grew, hidden away from the world, before he returned a man, freeing his brothers from Chronos' belly with a judicious us of a potion supplied to him secretly.
He watched, as the great war sprung up, the war between the titans and the gods, fighting for the very fate of the world he created. He remained detached from the actual warfare, choosing to observe, watching the gods and titans fight, applauding every cunning turn that one side or another would take. He knew what would happen, he was the most powerful being in existence afterall, but he blocked it from his mind, watching as they did. He could see all the possible road that lay before them, but not even he knew which way the tides would turn.
He watched the fall of Chronos, before the rest fell like dominoes, the war quickly coming to an end. He watched as the gods established their new rule, the wheels of time turning, the rise and fall of civilizations, to the recession of the gods, before they returned, taking new names for the latest cultures. With the earliest of recorded histories for the race of human, he descended to the earth, to walk among them as one of their own race, his divine might hidden away, to not attract the attention of the stray mythic beings, preffering to remain unknown and un-noticed.
His first interactions with the mortlas came in the year 3150 B.C, in ancient Egypt, where he became a temple guard at the temple of Anubis. With his new position, he as free to observe the people as they went about teir lives, their new religion, and only smile amused to himself about the ignorance of the gods that he had spawned, though he was quite sure it was the same pantheon, under different guises and names. He always wondered where the beliefs sprang from, never quite catching the catalyst that sparked the religion to arise in the culture, and never caring enough to exert some powe and look, it was always more of a passing fancy.
He spent a little over two thousand years in Egypt, before moving to the newly emerging nation of Sparta. Here, he insinuated himself into the culture, changing shape and form as neccessary, becoming an adopted child of a spartan family, being raised as a normal child of that time would be, to fight, and to kill. This was really his first experience with fighting, and he was addicted. He enjoyed the test that a blade gave him, to master it's use, to prove ones self in combat, where only skill mattered, he could not deny the appeal it held for him, and he repeated the life over and over, becoming a child again and again, reliving the life and experience, becoming better and better with the sword.
In the year 490B.C, the king Leonidas left with three hundred of their soldiers to stand against the persian king Xerxes, and the next year, he himself went off to war, the entire spartan army marched against Xerxes with the backing of the rest of the allied greek nations, defeating the upstart who thought he could rule the world with ease. He spent the next few hundred years in Sparta, continuing his existence as it had been, before relocating to Rome in the first century A.D. He felt like moving to where the action seemed to be, and enjoyed seeing the resurfacing of the culture he was familiar with.
He remained in Rome until the sixth century A.D, where he moved to Japan, deciding to check up on the rest of the world. He remained in japan for a little while, somehow touched by their devotion to culture and respect for each other, before continuing on his way, travelling the world over, getting himself caught up in more than a few minor incidents, even being trapped inside the library of Alexandria as it was destroyed again. This incident made him particularly sad, as he was enjoying himself in the massive collection of knowledge, before being rudely torn away from it all.
For the next few hundred years, he merely wandered the earth, basking in the glory of his creations, the myriad of emotions and events that he had never experienced before, blending in seamlessly and living the life of a normal person, earning and hording money, never truly needing it, lending it out to those that did, amassing a fortune early on, which only grew through-out the ages, making him probably the richest man alive in the world at large today. It also helped having the power of creation to make whatever he needed, including money if he felt like it.
In the ninth century, he resurfaced as another fighter, this time fighting against the vikings he were beginning their raids en masse, slaying many of them, before allowing himself to be captured, interested in learning of their culture. He became a thrall to them, working his way up, serving his master for a year, before becoming a warrior for him. He was fascinated with their culture, how alike to the romans they were, in the worship of their pantheon, another flag to make him thing that it was the same pantheon under another guise. He lived mostly as a mortal, so he could never confirm his suspicions, but he was quite confident in his assumptions.
After a few years serving as a viking warrior, he accidently slipped up, insulting one of their chieftains, and was beheaded for it, tossed into the sea, an inglorious death for a warrior as far as they were concerned at the time, and that was a bad time for him. It took him quite awhile to get all the salt water out of his body after his head regenerated, and it left him weak for weeks, form the salt constantly dehydrating him, and stuck afloat in the ocen, never bothering to think of changing shape to just swim away, or adapt to living on the ocean floor. He was found of the sun, and the dark depths of the ocean, though appealing, didn't quite suit him. That, and he couldn't get any books down there.
After drifting for a long while, he reached land, wandering through cultures again, being drawn back to the orient once more. Lo and behold his suprise when he got there! It was the middle of a naval battle, between two chinese factions, and he ended up on the wrong end. One minute, he was fighting on the deck, the next, he was blasted off and into the water, the ship burning into nothingness. It was the first use of gunpowder by mortlas, and he was suddenly fascinated with it. He retrieved what he could as a sample, tinkering away for many years, creating a crude device to fire pellets, like a sling it the twirling, but soon scrapped it, as it was ineffective and heavily unreliable. He blew off his own hands more often than not.
With the turn of the millenia, he wandered his way to Persia, taking on a new name, working on writing something himself for a change. Twenty years into the century, he published the Book of Healing and the Canon of Medicine, a book as detailed as could be given what the mortals knew at the time. He acheived great fame for his publishings, but soon gew bored, dissappearing into the shadows of history again, wandering back and forth, trying to find something to capture his attention once more, enjoying the supernova that created the crab nebula. He had been waiting for that for awhile, very flashy, and he was fond of flashy.
With the turn of the century, he retreated into seclusion, testing the powers he once had, at the dawn of time, the origin of creation. To his displeasure, he was weaker than he had been, his powers falling into a state of disrepair as it were, from lack of use. He devoted his time and energy over the next few hundred years to rebuilding his strength. It was among this time, that he discovered his ability to control fire, spending a long while mastering it, taking it slowly, spending a mortals life-time and more to bring the most rebellious of elements under his control, more than pleased with himself with his success. After he mastered fire, he moved onto lightning, as it was the purest form of fire, spending even longer to bring this wild element to his control, bending it to his will. He succeeded after another life-time and more had passed, and he set out once more.
He returned to Japan once more, enjoying the first half of the century, before being locked into the country, as the sengoku era started, and he truly relished the challenge. The Sengoku was the era of civil war for Japan that reminded him of Sparta of old. He danced a bloody whirlwind through the pages of history, fighting countless battles in the two hundred years he was there, serving under the demon king Nobunaga Oda as one of hs most trusted retainers, and his best warrior. Towards the end of the era, he left fighting, studying under the sword master, Musashi Miyamoto, becoming his best and brightest pupil, the technique of his own creation, the swallow cut, being passed onto him before his death, where he set to travelling again, departing the country with little trouble due to some divine assistance.
After the end of the period of war, he wandered the world again, looking for another great conflict, a katana always waiting by his eager hand. He had taken a liking to the japanese blade, built for both speed and power, but not too large, and still not too small, it quickly become his tool of destruction, with many an enemy falling to his blade. He became quickly reknowned as a great fighter amidst those that still fought with skill, before dissappeariong again, resurfacing in Europe many years later, playing the consort to the nobility. It was a hard life, but someone had to do it, was his rationale for this particular time.
He spent a few hundred years in Europe, loving the rich culture to it, changing shape and form as needed to remain hidden, watching the industrial revolution sweeping the nation, merely shaking his head when guns began surfacing, taking some of the earliest models for himself, hiding away and tinkering. It seems someone had discovered his old invention, and decided to devote time and effort into improving it, and it was a challenge he wouldn't deny. He began tinkering with the guns, modifying, upgrading, improving on them from their original design, taking pride in being able to out-do every model that came out.
During the twentieth century, he found a great way to enjoy himself, both world wars. He had moved to America as he tinkered, leaking out his lesser designs on occasions to nudge them into creating better weaponry, and serving in the American military, shipped as a marine all over the war fronts, earning many commendations and rising quickly through the ranks, becoming another reknowned soldier. He dissappeared once more into a special ops unit for the U.S, doing various missions for them, before he 'died' on one such mission, taking a new identity, and starting over with the next war.
He cut a bloody swathe through the next war, dissappearing, resurfacing with the cold wars and such, workng on special ops missions, doing that which the average soldier couldn't, enjoying the challenge, reducing his skill to where it would be tough, but not impossible to get the job done, pulling through in a pinch everytime, before dropping off into the darkness again, resurfacing with the turn of the millenia as just a normal guy, living the life of a teenager, partying hard and rocking out as they put it, truly enjoying himself now, despite that things havecalmed down, but feeling in his very essence, that something was brewing once more.
Current Residence- Wherever he makes a home for himself.
Codeword- Badger