Aswang
In a secluded corner of the Endless Maze, where the twisted corridors momentarily gave way to a pocket of stillness, Aswang found himself alone. The Magehunter Longsword lay beside him, its blade gleaming with an ethereal light that seemed to defy the oppressive darkness of the Abyss. It was a relic from a world he could barely remember, a world where he had been a hunter and not the hunted.
His deep red eyes, once windows to a soul filled with unyielding purpose, now reflected a labyrinth of moral complexities. He thought of Maria, her smile a fleeting moment of grace that had shattered his understanding of right and wrong. He thought of his Dhampir brethren, their faces etched with the same existential questions that plagued him. And he thought of the Minotaur, a creature of the maze, yet a teacher in its own right.
As he sat there, the weight of his choices and the paths not taken pressed upon him like the walls of the maze itself. But in that weight, he found a strange comfort. For it was in navigating the labyrinth of his own soul that Aswang discovered his true north. He was no longer just a weapon forged by the Holy Order, nor was he a mere pawn in the Caliphate's grand designs. He was a seeker, a wanderer, and perhaps, a future beacon of hope.
With a sigh that seemed to echo through the maze, he picked up the Magehunter Longsword and rose to his feet. The path ahead was uncertain, fraught with dangers both physical and existential. But Aswang stepped forward, guided by the newfound light within him—a light that even the Abyss could not extinguish.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Aswang is a lithe figure, his physique honed to the sinewy elegance of a predatory cat, embodying agility and lethal precision. His deep red eyes, set in a visage of light brown skin framed by silver hair, are windows to a soul that has navigated the labyrinth of moral complexities. Unmarred by illness or affliction, his body is a well-tuned instrument of combat, yet it carries the invisible scars of ethical dilemmas and spiritual quests.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Early Life
Aswang was born in a secluded village of Dhampirs, hidden deep within the forests bordering the Caliphate of Al-Zaluma. The village, known only to a select few, was a secret operation endorsed by the Caliphate and the Holy Order of Alessandra. Here, Dhampirs were trained from a young age to become formidable hunters, serving as the Caliphate's clandestine force against supernatural threats.Training and Exploits
Aswang quickly rose through the ranks, displaying an innate talent for combat and strategy. By his first century, he had become one of the village's most skilled fighters, undertaking missions that even seasoned hunters would find daunting. His reputation grew, both within the village and in the circles of the Holy Order, who saw in him a weapon to be honed.The Magehunter Longsword
Recognizing his potential, a Guardian of the Veil bestowed upon him the Magehunter Longsword, an artifact from the Epoch of Miracles. This was not just an honor but also a burden, symbolizing the Holy Order's shifting focus in the wake of the reignited Stars of Power. Aswang was entrusted with missions that increasingly targeted rogue Magic users, a sign of the times and the growing fears within the Caliphate.Moral Awakening
Aswang's life took a turn when he encountered Maria, a Human woman left to die by her own people. Her lack of fear and genuine kindness made him question the life he had been leading. This moral quandary led him to delve into the darker aspects of his village's operations and the ethical compromises they entailed.The Great Departure
Realizing the extent of his own exploitation and the moral ambiguity of his actions, Aswang made the fateful decision to flee. His departure was a significant blow to the village and by extension, to the Caliphate and the Holy Order, who had invested much in him. Now considered a rogue element, Aswang lives in the shadows, hunted by the very organizations that molded him, yet armed with the Magehunter Longsword and a newfound sense of purpose.The Great Rift Incident
Three years ago, the very fabric of Rolara trembled as if the gods themselves had lost their footing. A world-shattering earthquake, its epicenter thousands of miles away, reverberated through the land, tearing open a rift to the Abyss. It was a moment that would forever be etched in the annals of history, a harbinger of chaos and a test of mettle for the fledgling Dhampir program. For the first time, the entire village of Dhampirs was mobilized, their training and clandestine existence now given a purpose that transcended their darkest fears. With weapons in hand and hearts pounding like war drums, they approached the rift, a swirling vortex of malevolent energy that seemed to mock the very laws of nature. Aswang, standing at the forefront, felt the weight of the Magehunter Longsword at his side, its presence a grim reminder of the responsibilities that came with wielding such power. With a final glance at his brethren, he stepped into the rift, and in that instant, the world he knew vanished. They found themselves in the Endless Maze, a layer of the Abyss where reason went to die and despair grew like weeds. The labyrinthine corridors twisted and turned in impossible geometries, as if designed by a mad architect. Time lost its meaning, and the Dhampirs, despite their training and resilience, felt the oppressive weight of the Abyss grinding down their spirits. Days turned into weeks, and the rift that had swallowed them whole showed no signs of reopening. It was during this time that Aswang, separated from his kin, encountered the Minotaur and learned its language, a small victory in a realm that seemed designed to break them. When the earthquake finally subsided and the rift closed, sealing off their passage back to Rolara, the Dhampirs realized they were truly stranded. But it was Aswang, armed with his newfound linguistic skills and the Magehunter Longsword, who rallied them. If they were to be prisoners of the Abyss, they would not be helpless ones. They would adapt, survive, and perhaps, find a way to turn this curse into a blessing. As the years passed, the tale of their mobilization became a legend whispered in hushed tones, both a cautionary tale and a saga of resilience. And at the center of it all was Aswang, forever changed by his journey into the Abyss, a Dhampir who had stared into the Void and emerged not just a survivor, but a beacon of hope for his people.
Alignment
Chaotic Good
Current Location
Species
Professions
Year of Birth
1193 PE
337 Years old
Birthplace
Near Al-Zaluma
Children
Pronouns
He/Him
Sex
Male
Gender
Man
Presentation
Masculine
Eyes
Deep Red
Hair
Silver
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
light brown
Height
5'8"
Weight
172 lbs.
Belief/Deity
Other Affiliations
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