Player: Tirus
Character Name: Kaisen Yuvonda
Alias/Nickname: N/A
Race: Human - Auratonan
Age/Date of Birth: 32
Apparent Age: N/A
Sex: Male
Height: 7'
Weight: 340 lbs
Hair Color/Style: Brownish red and left shaggy and unkempt due to his lack of care.
Eyes: A deep and vibrant green.
Marks/Scars/Tattoos: A patchwork of scar tissue is etched upon his body. The most prominent of markings is a gruesome scar roughly around inch thick in width that runs from his right shoulder to the lower left waist. Upon his forehead lies the Mark of Baelbalish.
Physical Appearance: A remnant and broken silhouette of the man he used to be. Eyes that once held so much life and hope are no longer, replaced by an emptiness never to be filled. He is tremendous in size and stature, making him exceedingly intimidating. Due to his suppressed emotions, he tends not to care about his outward appearance and as a result does not groom himself often. This leaves him with a rugged appearance at most times.
Occupation/Class: Warrior - Berserker /Mercenary
Magic/Magite: N/A
Carried Possessions: A cloth sack containing only a single set of spare clothes and food.
Clothing and Armor: Kaisen often sports a mere pair of loose fitting and worn pants that are a burnt orange in coloration. An equally worn yellow cloth belt is tied around his waist. His choice of footwear is a pair of leather boots. During times of warm weather he wears a white vest that is left open. In the colder seasons he'll instead wear a simple wool long sleeve shirt. A bandana of the same color as his belt hides the mark on his forehead.
Weapons: A two-handed sword. Due to his size, the weapon is much larger than typical. The handle is roughly one and a half feet in length. The one-sided blade is five foot six inches in length, eight inches wide, and four inches thick. There is little design to the tremendous weapon, most seeing it as a slab of iron than a sword, but its purpose is quite clear - to slay in a single blow.
Likes: Tranquility, warm seasons and sunny days, dragonflies, butterflies, birds, and laughter.
Dislikes: Demons, races that look similar to demons, the Hope Slayer, unnecessary battles, getting angry, rude and obnoxious people, cold seasons, insects that bite or sting.
Merits: Physically strong, pacifist tendencies, loyal and dedicated.
Flaws: Cursed, uncontrollable rage and strength upon losing temper, many emotions suppressed by curse, pacifist tendencies, aimless, gruff, hard, impious, indifferent, infamy, practical, solemn, and unlucky.
Worst Fear: To fail his King and Kingdom (Already come to pass). To ruin his family name (Already come to pass). To be consumed once again by the curse and take further innocent lives.
Personality: Once upon a time Kaisen had been a man with hopes and dreams. A man that prided himself on his family name and honor. A man that believed he could accomplish anything. Then the world he knew crumbled around him in an instant and a new man born from the ashes.
Kaisen holds a limited capacity for emotion. Habitually he keeps to himself and avoids conflict with others. Only every so often does a sign of happiness break through the cracks of his curse and form a smile. But even then there is nothing but emptiness behind that smile.
Devoid of purpose and tends to wander aimlessly. To those around him he comes off as standoffish due to his golem-like attitude. Battles are something to avoid unless necessary and will often sit on the sideline and let his comrades deal with the issues. The less likelihood of producing anger, the better.
Harbored deep within is a darkness. It is an uncontrollable rage that constantly waits to consume him. A single ounce of anger could easily trigger the curse set upon him and allow it to take over. The Mark of Baelbalish grants phenomenal strength and endurance, transforming Kaisen into a near unstoppable berserker. Once in such a state only rendering him unconscious or death will stop him. A task not easily accomplished in either case.
Kaisen blames the demons and himself for all his pains. Due to his experiences he holds a disliking for many a creatures. While in the presence of such beings, he is able to maintain his calm, but should he need to, he will kill them and not care a single bit.
History: The life of Kaisen began in the mighty country of Rashnal. Born of common blood, his father and mother owning a mere bakery in Rionia, he was left unspoiled by the frivolous and erratic beliefs that those of nobility had. His parents raised him to be a moral man, to be right and just, and not judge others based on their race. A system of belief that many in Auraton did not share.
The simple life of a baker was found to be most content by Kaisen, but at the same time he desired to do more for his family. He wanted to raise his family name into greatness and do his parents proud. And so at the age of sixteen he left his parents and enrolled into the military of Rashnal.
The life of a soldier was difficult. For years he struggled, unable to achieve the dream he desired so. At the age of twenty two he contemplated dropping from the military and returning back home. But then as fate would have it, the neighboring country of Graisheine declared war upon Rashnal and all neighboring countries.
During this time of hardship Kaisen found that he no longer had the option of returning home. He could not abandon his country and people during their time of need. The unit in which he had been placed fought in many battles. Kaisen received many merits for his bravery and skill shown on the battlefield.
Upon forging an alliance with the Guardian of Nusarum, Armathos Devatar, the Kingdom of Rashnal proved to be the most fearsome of forces during the war. With the aid of Armathos recently established group of magus known as the Magus Knights, the Kingdom of Graisheine and their Dominion allies were crushed. Kaisen had the pleasure of fighting alongside the Magus Knights in the final battle at the very capital of Graisheine, Belonche.
After that grand battle, Kaisen's unit was stationed back in Rionia, the capital of Rashnal. A great celebration commenced with news of the end of the war and the uniting of all of Northern Auraton. The celebrations carried on for nearly a month before the tides of darkness fell upon Rionia.
Unbeknown to everyone, the demonic forces had been lying in wait. With the main forces of Rashnal scattered about and dealing with the repairs in other countries, the Valdharian Empire found their chance to strike. An army of demons emerged and rampaged the city. In a single day thousands were massacred, along with everything Kaisen held most dear.
Kaisen fought against the demonic army, but in the end he could not save his family or King. By the time he arrived to their aid he had been too late. Battered and beaten, he lied in the shadows waiting to take revenge and strike down the very heart of the army – Derrek, the Hope Slayer. As fate would have it, he got to face the very fiend he hoped to strike down, but only after being captured by the demons and thrown before the fiendish general.
The chance to battle Derrek presented itself, but he never fought. As he stared into those cold eyes that reveled in the despair and hopeless of others, Kaisen instead did something that he is forever ashamed of. He begged for mercy.
Oddly the fiend granted him exactly that. The Slayer of Hope simply placed two fingers upon his forehead and then released Kaisen. Bewildered and confused, Kaisen was sent off and out of the city. The last thing he can recall was the malevolent laughter of the fiend.
Unbeknown to Kaisen, the Demon General had placed upon him a terrible curse. The Mark of Baelbalish. For a week he aimlessly wandered, surviving off whatever means of food and drink he could find. Then one day he came across a village. To this day he still cannot recall the name of the village. What he can recall are the events leading to the demise of all its inhabitants.
The people saw the mark upon his forehead. Their screams of fear and anger forever rip through his mind. Men came and attacked and beat him. They tried to chase him off. All he could remember from there is anger. So much anger. And then there was a fog of red.
When the world returned to focus, all around him were the dead. Mutilated remnants, down to the tiniest of children, lied scattered about. His hands were stained with their blood. The incident did not leave him unscathed. A thick and terrible wound streaked across his chest. He lost consciousness then.
Kaisen awoke in the care of an old herbalist. The woman had saved his life, having found his body in remnants of the massacred village. Grateful he was, but at the same time Kaisen often wishes she had left him for dead. The old woman knew of the curse on him, yet showed no fear towards him. She claimed that he reminded her of her husband who died many years ago.
When he recovered, he gave thanks to the kind old woman. Before he set off, she offered to him a small bit of clothing that once belonged to her husband, a bandana to cover the Mark of Baelbalish, and a small amount of ryn. With that money he had his weapon forged.
Since that time Kaisen has wandered aimlessly, taking on several jobs to make money as necessary. Often he sends ryn and trinkets he finds to the old woman that helped him, never to forget the kindness she showed him. He is now known to be in the company of a fellow mercenary, a woman named Jiang Mei-li.