Black Knight of the Academy
8th Ring of the Mage Order
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In the realm of Torika roams a mysterious and formidable being, shrouded in the enigma of an unknown lineage. Renowned as one of the most potent entities to tread its lands, his origins remain a whispered secret among scholars and sages alike. Born amidst the chaotic maelstrom of a magical cataclysm within the revered Zirkel of Magic, his emergence unwittingly claimed the lives of the esteemed head mages of that era.
Haunted by the unintended consequences of his birth, he vanished into the shadows, the passage of nine long years marking his absence from the annals of history. When he emerged from the veil of obscurity, it was not as a harbinger of destruction, but as a seeker of enlightenment. His quest for knowledge became the guiding beacon of his existence, driving him ever forward in his insatiable thirst for understanding.
Feared by many for the cataclysmic force he wields, whispers of his name evoke tremors of trepidation throughout the land. Yet, amidst the aura of dread that surrounds him, there are those among the arcane fraternity who dare to approach, drawn by the flicker of truth amidst the shadows of myth. For they know that behind the veil of fear lies a being of complexity and nuance, a soul tempered by the harsh crucible of fate, not the mere embodiment of rumor and conjecture.
Biography
Early live
The day of his birth dawned with tranquil rays of sunlight, yet his arrival occurred in the dark, subterranean depths, isolated from the world above. Unlike others, he emerged without the struggle of labor, simply manifesting into existence. Standing in a dimly lit chamber, he found himself encircled by ten individuals, each bearing a unique expression upon their faces. Some trembled in terror, while others gazed upon him with bewildered fascination. Confusion gripped him, his nascent powers beyond his control. In a tragic twist of fate, he inadvertently ended the lives of all who stood witness to his emergence. Horrified by his unintended actions, he sought escape, only to find himself trapped by an impregnable barrier. Driven by panic, he unleashed his raw power, shattering the obstruction and rending the structure around him. Unfamiliar creatures rushed towards him, further fueling his fear and chaos. Amidst the turmoil, he clawed his way to the surface, emerging within the confines of an armory. It was then that he realized his own nakedness, prompting him to don the protective embrace of an armor, make from the storied Excalibur-Metal. With a stolen mantle of protection, he vanished from sight for a decade, his whereabouts and deeds obscured from the knowledge of the world. In solitude, he grappled with the weight of his existence, unraveling the tangled threads of his tumultuous birth. It would be years before he could fully process the events that had transpired, and even more before he could discern his path forward amidst the tangled skein of destiny.Gaining a foothold
After a decade of mysterious absence, the foreboding silhouette of the Black Knight emerged once more within the border of the kingdom Roneron. His return was marked by a seismic upheaval, as he seized control of the now-infamous Black Fortress single-handedly. While his conquest unfolded under the very noses of Roneron's subjects, the kingdom was preoccupied with its relentless conflict against the Kurwresen kingdom. Amidst the chaos of war, the enigmatic knight's resurgence went largely unnoticed, his actions obscured by the fog of battle. Transforming the fortress into a bastion of darkness, he marshaled the garrison into the ranks of his newfound army, molding them into the first blackened creatures to swell his forces. With the stronghold remade in his image, he feared retribution from those he once sought to evade. As the Black Knight sought to conjure the magic of teleportation, he found himself ensnared in the clutches of Roneron's relentless armies, their ambush shattering the fragile calm of his intentions. Reluctant to unleash his own forces, he stepped forth onto the battlefield, a solitary figure amidst the sea of adversaries. With confidence brimming in their ranks, Roneron's soldiers launched their assault upon the Black Fortress, oblivious to the impending doom that loomed before them. Unbeknownst to them, they were marching towards their own demise. As the army closed in, a palpable unease swept through their ranks, a primal instinct warning them of the impending danger. Yet, bound by discipline and duty, they pressed on, heedless of the foreboding dread that gripped their hearts. Then, with a silent command, the Black Knight stirred. The earth trembled beneath the soldiers' feet as shadowy tendrils, wreathed in black smoke, erupted from the ground. Like writhing serpents, they ensnared, crushed, and hurled the hapless soldiers aside with brutal efficiency. Panic seized the ranks of Roneron's army, spreading like wildfire through dry brush on a scorching summer's day. Amidst the chaos and carnage, the Black Knight stood as a silent sentinel, a harbinger of doom for those who dared to challenge him. As the soldiers fled in terror from the crumbling fortress, the lone general, a survivor of the Black Knight's onslaught, bore witness to the horrors unleashed upon Roneron's armies. With trembling hands and a heart heavy with dread, he carried tales of the Black Knight's monstrosity, spreading word of the dark entity that lurked within the depths of the Black Fortress. Across the land, rumors swirled like tendrils of smoke, weaving tales of the devastation wrought by the Black Knight's immense power. The Mage Order, ever vigilant to the whispers of arcane disturbance, turned their attention towards the source of these dark whispers, their curiosity piqued by the magnitude of the magic unleashed. With the remnants of Roneron's forces scattered to the winds, the Black Knight turned his gaze once more towards teleportation. He began the intricate incantations that would whisk him away from the prying eyes of his pursuers, disappearing as swiftly as he had arrived. Yet, the Mage Order, felt the disturbance wrought by the fortress's abrupt disappearance. As they delved into the mystery, their worst fears were realized—the specter of their past missteps had returned to haunt them in the form of the Black Knight. Hunted by the relentless pursuit of the Mage Order, the Black Knight found himself ensnared in a deadly game of cat and mouse, his every move shadowed by the specter of death. Despite his attempts to elude capture through relentless teleportation, the mages discerned a pattern in his movements, patiently awaiting his inevitable reappearance. As the Black Knight materialized once more, the Mage Order sprung their trap, erecting a formidable barrier to thwart his escape. Desperate and cornered, he unleashed his army upon the mages, hoping to turn the tide in his favor. Yet, their combined might proved overwhelming, and his forces crumbled beneath their onslaught, their defeat swift and merciless. Alone and haunted by the specter of his creators' wrath, the Black Knight grappled with a fateful decision. As uncertainty gnawed at his resolve, he summoned forth the most potent magic he had ever wielded, seeking clarity amidst the tumult of his thoughts. Should he flee or stand and fight? In that pivotal moment, a revelation dawned within him—a profound shift in purpose and perspective. With a newfound resolve, the Black Knight chose to embrace change, to cast aside the mantle of destruction and reclaim agency over his own destiny. No longer would he be shackled by fear or beholden to the expectations of others. Let the world make assumptions of him; he would be the master of his own fate. Channeling his magic away from the besieging mages, he directed his formidable spell towards the barrier that ensnared him, his intent clear: to dissolve the barrier and pave the path to freedom. Yet, his aim was not to unleash carnage upon his pursuers but to evade their grasp with a fleetness of foot and a clarity of purpose. For he knew that in the endless cycle of conflict, there could be no victory. The mages outnumbered him, their relentless pursuit an insurmountable obstacle. Fleeing was his only recourse, a testament to his newfound resolve to break free from the chains of fear and embrace the unknown that lay beyond. With the barrier shattered and his pursuers left bewildered in his wake, the Black Knight vanished into the shadows once more, leaving the Mage Order grasping at elusive wisps of smoke. As he faded into the obscurity of legend, the once-vaunted Black Fortress stood as a silent testament to his passage—a monument to the fleeting nature of power and the inexorable march of time. Left to succumb to the ravages of neglect, the fortress crumbled into ruin, its halls echoing with the hollow whispers of forgotten ambitions. And amidst the wreckage, the Black Knight's legacy remained a haunting enigma, a tale whispered in hushed tones by those who dared to remember. As history turned its gaze elsewhere, the Black Knight slipped once more into the shadows of obscurity, his name destined to be whispered in the annals of legend, a specter of mystery and intrigue that would linger in the collective consciousness of Torika for ages to come.Physical Description
Special abilities
Since the earliest moments of his existence, the Black Knight wielded the sinister power of black magic, a force potent enough to snuff out the lives of his very creators. Only Death, the once revered Dragon Lord, possessed mastery over this arcane art to a greater extent. In the annals of Torika's history, it was known that none could rival Death and the Black Knight in the proficiency of this dark sorcery.
What set them apart from all others was their unique ability to absorb the powers of other beings—a trait that rendered them both formidable and feared. While Death wielded this power with unchecked ferocity, consuming the essence of those unfortunate enough to cross his path, the Black Knight exercised restraint, refusing to succumb to the lure of such dark temptation.
Despite the potential for untold devastation that lay within his grasp, the Black Knight chose a path of moderation, cognizant of the dangers posed by the unrestrained pursuit of power. Though whispers of his capability to absorb the energies of others lingered in the shadows, he remained a figure of enigmatic complexity—a being of immense potential, tempered by the wisdom to wield his gifts with caution and purpose.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
The enigmatic circumstances of the Black Knight's birth ignited within him an insatiable thirst for knowledge, a relentless quest to unravel the mysteries of his own existence. Driven by an unyielding desire to uncover the truth of his creation, he embarked on a journey that spanned realms and ages, seeking answers that remained stubbornly elusive.
In his pursuit, he delved deep into the forbidden arts, seeking to replicate the arcane rituals that had brought him into being. Yet, despite his formidable mastery over dark magic, his efforts to recreate beings akin to himself met with naught but failure. Time and again, his experiments faltered, leaving him to confront the stark reality of his solitary existence.
Undeterred by setbacks and undaunted by the shadows that obscured his past, the Black Knight continued his quest, driven by a resolve as unyielding as the steel that clad his form. For he knew that somewhere, amidst the whispers of forgotten lore and the echoes of ancient truths, lay the key to unlocking the secrets of his own origin—a truth that eluded him still, but which he pursued with unwavering determination.
Personality Quirks
When roused to displeasure or wrath, the Black Knight's normally steely composure falters, unleashing the tempest of his volatile magical prowess. As his emotions surge, his eyes ignite with an ominous glow, radiating an aura of dark intensity that heralds the unleashing of his formidable power.
From the depths of his being, an inky black mist unfurls, billowing forth from beneath his cloak like tendrils of malevolent shadow. As it envelops the world around him, life withers and wanes in its wake, consumed by the consuming darkness that heeds his call.
In this state of unbridled fury, the Black Knight becomes a force of nature unto himself, his resolve steeled and his actions driven by an unyielding determination to overcome any obstacle in his path. With the veils of restraint torn asunder, he is more willing than ever to wield his powers with lethal force, heedless of the consequences that may follow in his wake.
Honorary & Occupational Titles
8th Ring of the Magic Order
Year of Birth
100 BNA
2474 Years old
Circumstances of Birth
Magical disaster
Children
Current Residence
Black Fortress
Gender
Unkown
Eyes
Red, glowing
Hair
Black
Height
2.4m
Weight
300kg
Aligned Organization
Ruled Locations
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