TITLES: Known by his people and friends-The Immortal King, Scared Face Messiah. Known by his enemies- King of Slaughter
AGE: 27
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral
CURRENT LOCATION: Basinfell
DATE OF BIRTH: 03/08
GENDER: Male
RACE: Human
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
OCCUPATION: King of Basinfell, The Red City(Selected by the citizens after defending them from the first couple of attacks from nearby countries)
AFFILIATION: None currently, lives for his own pleasures and displeasures for the most part.
UNIQUE PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES: Two scars along his face, one going from cheek to cheek, across the bridge of his nose. The other was a scar across the corner of his lip. A third scar is located across his right peck, seeming to resemble a tear from a clawed beast of some kind.
TATTOOS: A black chain starting around his right forearm, continuing to wrap around his arm and ending around his right peck/neck region.
HEIGHT: "6'0"
WEIGHT: 213lbs
BIRTHMARKS: None
HAIR COLOR: Raven Black with a crimson red layered underneath the top of his hair along with bangs.
EYE COLOR: Golden
HAIRSTYLE: Medium-long, normally unkempt, though seems to either slick his hair back or form messy spikes when "Bloodlusted"
ABILITIES: Blood/Flame Manipulation and creation
Background:
A smoke screen of dust and debris covered the battlefield that lay in front of Basin fell walls, the solider watched in shock and horror wondering what the explosion that unearthed the ground before them was and how it happened. Mere moments passed that had felt like an eternity to the people of Basinfell, wondering what had happened to the man known as Jack Vermillion, who had volunteered himself to defend the city against the enemy army that surrounded their walls in an attempt to invade and conquer their homes. He even suggested going alone, which they described to be such a "Suicidal move" on his part, that they could come to terms with the enemy and maybe resolve this peacefully even if it meant a life of slavery. Jokingly, Jack had replied he much rather die than be a slave to anyone or anything, as a life on hands and knees wasn't a life worth living at all. Shortly, the smoke screen slowly dissipated, revealing a scene of horror, the people watched in disgust and horror as Jack's lifeless body could be seen in the distance. A rather large earth spike had impaled his body straight through the chest cavity, exiting through his back, tearing through his spine, his body becoming nothing more than a disgusting, corpse-like flag on the end of the erect earth, as a symbol of the enemies military power full on display.
Some turned away in horror and shock, unable to bear witness to the sheer atrocity to happened to the lovable jokester who lived among them. Jack's blood slowly trailed down the spike, like a river that ended, soldiers began to gather within the walls escorting the citizens to safety while they talked among themselves on surrendering and what terms would be set for the well-being of the whole city and it's people. Meanwhile, the enemy forces rallied and applauded at the sight of the people of Basinfell cowering in fear, scrambling like the bugs they thought they were. One of the citizens of Basin fell shouted at the top of their lungs "LOOK!!!!" as he pointed out at the sight of Jack's hand twitching for a mere moment until it completely grasped itself into a fist. The blood that had seeped across the pillar slowly solidified, wrapping and constructing around the pillar to the point it shattered at the base causing Jack's body to fall towards the ground. Landing on his feet as a piece of the earth spike still reminded through his chest, his head turned to look around at the enemy forces, who now seemed to be washed over by a wave of panic and fear, yelling at him calling him a "Monster", "Unholy Abomination" and more. With a grin that swept across his lips, the male found himself laughing amusingly to himself followed by the sounds of grunts and grones from him slowly pulling the spike from his chest, blood splattering everywhere around him as the spike was tossed on the ground.
Panting heavily now for a moment, golden hues slowly filled with a crimson tinge that swept across like a wave, filling his eyes. Taking his blood-covered hands, the male would run them through his raven black hair, forming a messy spike-like pattern along with revealing the crimson layer of hair that lay beneath, for all to see. The gaping hole in his chest quickly regenerated mere moments once the spike was removed, and once fully healed, the male made his way over to the army, whistling a tune of "Hope" by Apocalyptica. What happened next was described by the people of Basinfell as nothing short of a massacre, complete, utter annihilation of the enemy forces as corpse after corpse stacked on top of one another, some whole, some torn to pieces, dismembered as their body parts scattered across the soil. Once the slaughter fest was completed, the citizens who were captivated with shock and horror soon caught their breath, followed by a cheer of happiness and relief as Jack stood at the center of the battlefield covered in the blood and gore of his enemies, staring up into the sky with his whistling finally coming to the end. Behind him lay a river of blood that carved through the very earth itself, and with this a few things were certain. One the city of Basinfell became known as Basinfell, The Red City, and Two, because of this day Basinfell gained immunity from the corresponding Waring states due to the massacre that took place there.
The final certainty was.......... On this day, The King of Slaughter was borne for all to remember.
