Man this one was a long one, but I think it was well worth the work :D
Character Name: Sir Atorak the Voidwalker
Alignment: Evil -100 (cause 50 just don't cut it)
Controlled Quote: *screams in pain and anguish*
Enemy Quote: ...
Appearance: Sir Atorak is clad in armor from head to toe, but there are tears, dents, and breaks that reveal some of the skin on his arms, chest , and legs. His helmet is shaped like that of a hawk or eagle, but the lower beak is broken off so you can see his mouth, and a large hole is at the top so you can see one of his eyes, which will glow yellowish gold. His chest plate is like that of a medieval knight, but with a red cloth that goes from the front of his chest to down to his mid back, this is also torn and covered in dirt. His gauntlets are also very basic, but the finger guards are broken off on his right hand, so only from his palm down will he be armored there. His waist piece is plate mail as well, but several sword gashes run through it so it offers almost no protection. His legs are plate armored as well, the tips of his boots sharp like a knife. In his right hand he wields a 20 foot long Claymore, the blade itself is a dark color and purple smoke emits from it every now and again. His left hand is broken so he only wields the blade single handed, he also has a shield on his back. The shield itself is large enough to cover a whole side of his body, and it is adorned with twin lions against a blue background with a gold hawk or eagle at the center.
Backstory: So..you want to hear a story ea? Well I have just the thing for you...gather round all ye souls at the Sleepy Wolf Inn, for I shall now tell you of a once proud warrior who fell to darkness...the Voidwalker Sir Atorak.
Sir Atorak was the champion knight of a once great kingdom that ruled the realm of Oversoul long before The Great Archfiend Nulgath came, he was loved by the people, and feared by his enemies for his ruthless fighting style and sheer ferocity in battle. One day, Sir Atorak came across a burned village being attacked by fiends, and tried desperately to fight them off. Never before had such a monster been seen, Atorak did all he could but was eventually beaten and forced to retreat. Upon his arrival back, he informed his king of the monsters, shocked by this claim he asked for scouts to confirm this. Two days later only a single scout returned out of a patrol of six, when asked about what Atorak saw, the scout said "They are not human milord...some foul power drives these beasts to slaughter and pillage, they can only be spawn of the dark ones themselves..." With these words the scout passed out, and was soon pronounced dead in the hospital wing. Atorak, angry at his loss to the creatures, and sad at the loss of brave men, asked his king to let him take some men and exterminate them. Still unconvinced, or simply not wanting to believe such monsters were out there, the king refused and told the knight to return to his bunk to get some sleep. Shocked at this, but not one to question his lords order, Atorak did as he was told and went to sleep. It was that night that Atorak discovered the true cause of the demons sudden appearance, in his dreams...a voice spoke to him.
The Old One Speaks
The voice whispered to the knight, promises of power, wealth, and everything his heart could ever desire. Sir Atorak was no fool, and figured this was some dark magic at work, he spoke out into the realm of his mind "Who are you?" The voice simply laughed and replied "I go by many names, but you may call me The Old One" Atorak, curious now of what the voice was offering, asked further "You say you can grant me my every desire, but how can I be so sure of this?" The Old One must have smiled at this, for he said with a voice that was far to happy "Those demons you fought, they are children of the Void, a realm your mind cannot possibly understand. I can give you the power to fight against them and win...for a price." The knight shook in fury at hearing of those beasts again, he would give anything to make them pay for humiliating him and making him seem like a fool in the eyes of his lord. "What would you ask of me in return for this power?" Atorak asked, to which The Old One mused "Just that you sign this contract, simply sign your name and you will have your revenge." A large parchment appeared in front of the knight, written in a language he could not read nor understand, he was hesitant at first, but the reminder of those monsters...of his king not believing him, of his own hurt pride...without thinking a second more, he signed his name onto the parchment, it then disappeared in a puff of smoke, as laughter began to ring all throughout his head. After what seemed like hours, but only a few moments, The Old One said "It is done mortal... when you awaken you will have the power to slay those beasts...Just remember...you owe me." With that the voice was silenced, and the knight returned to his sleep.
Revenge and Betrayal
When Sir Atorak awoke, he dawned his armor and rode for the last spot the demons had been. They were gone, but their tracks were still fresh enough to follow. After two days of riding, he finally found them again, attacking another helpless town. Not wanting to witness it a second time, the knight charged in and began to fight the demons. Needless to say, they were shocked at how much stronger he had gotten, how he seemed to be able to ignore pain and keep his ground no matter what they threw at him. When the last demon was slain, Sir Atorak howled to the sky in victory, now he had to bring back one of these beasts as proof to his lord. After hitching one of them to his horse, he began to ride back to the kingdom, upon his return the king was waiting for him at the gate, a platoon of armed guards behind him. Sir Atorak dismounted and proclaimed "I have done it! I have slain the beasts, and I brought one back as proof!" The king, not believe this, walked around to see the corpse of the demon, much to his displeasure, quite there and quite real. Sir Atorak expected to be rewarded, and so he was...but not in the way he had hoped. To busy looking at his lord for approval, he failed to notice the guards sneak up behind him and stab him in the back with swords and spears. Sir Atorak was shocked, but was only able to register what happened after he had fallen face first in front of his lord. "Why..." was all the once proud knight could say, his lord smirked and said "I knew about them, I wanted them alive so I could continue to extort money from the people, but you went and slaughtered them all...for that your punishment is death." As Sir Atorak lay dying at his former lord feet, the voice of the Old One spoke to him once more "Time to collect mortal..." Sir Atorak screamed in pain for several long moments, before finally standing up again. But this was not the same Sir Atorak, it was something far...far worse.
The Voidwalker is Born
A storm started to brew around the kingdom, thunder and lightning crashed and the wind roared in fury, the guards, as well as the king, all took several steps back after watching the knight rise to his feet again. "Impossible...kill him you fools!" The king shouted, and the guards obeyed, drawing more weapons with which to strike at Atorak. He let the blows hit him, one guard hitting his left arm so hard it broke and was now useless. Astonished, and very afraid, the guards were unprepared as Atorak whirled around and cleaved them all with a single swing of his blade. Atorak had changed..no longer was he the proud knight, he was now a soulless monster, with only one thought on his mind: "Kill." A deep purple mist began to emanate from the cracks in his armor, and his sword began to glow with the same mist. The king, horrified at the sight of the man who was once dead at his feet, as well as the eviscerated corpses of his guards, tried to make a run for the forest. The knight with inhuman speed, jumped into the air and slammed his sword down in a helm splitter strike, slaying his king before he even managed to make it past the first few trees. The Old One spoke to the soulless one "Now go my Voidwalker...bring death and destruction in my name." Screaming into the air, the knight turned to walk into the kingdom.."
"I assume you can guess what happened next, the town and its people were burned to rubble and ash shortly thereafter, never to be seen again. Knights from a neighboring kingdom stumbled upon the ruins, as well as footprints that lead away and into the forest. What happened to those man, no one can say, but legend of the man who singlehandedly slew an entire kingdom was born from that day. That day...the good Sir Atorak died, and in his place, in the form of his soulless husk of a body, a true demon was born: Sir Atorak the Voidwalker
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