Alias: Kovak
Name: Kelyv Denran
Age: 23
Monikers: Kelyv, Denran, KD, K, Masked Murderer
Disorders: Multiple personalities. Due to the large amount of souls (and therefore personalities), that Kovak has absorbed, his mind is a constant battleground of personalities all battling for supremacy. His own dark personality is such a dominant being that it frightens all of them by it's mere presence.
Ranks/Titles: Silent Saint
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 195 lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Crimson (turn yellow/orange when angered)
Transportation: Anything that is present
Weapon: Sword of the Pure - A blade of pure energy, it is designed to burn through any matter it comes into contact with. It is claimed to be the sword of a powerful angel, and Kelyv often refers to it as the 'Hand of Metatron', however, this may be exaggerated, as there is no evidence to link it to Heaven or any angel.
Powers:
Soul Drain - Through years of focus and training of forbidden occult powers, Kovak has the ability to drain the soul of anyone he comes into contact with. These extra souls provide him with enhanced physical abilities and the power to escape death by sacrificing souls to keep himself alive.
Lightning of Impurity - Kovak has a secondary offensive power, a blast of blue electricity that he can fire from his hands. He claims that it is the embodiment of the impurity of the souls he consumes.
Strength - Kovak's strength, amplified by drained souls, is constantly in flux. As of his first appearance, he possesses comparable strength of a 20 tonner. By exerting his impressive strength through his legs, he can leap incredible distances as well.
Durability - Kovak has impressive durability, capable of taking blows from a 75 tonner with no ill effect. He is also very durable to heat and cold, seemingly walking through fire with no harm, and breaking free from a block of ice that froze him solid.
Telepathic resistance - Due to his incredible willpower, and the multiple personalities in his mind, it is difficult for a telepath to successfully read his mind or predict his movements.
Fighting style: Offensive, based around using technique and powerful skills to open foes up for a soul drain.
Weakness: Lacks much in the way of defensive style, can get too focused on soul stealing his opponent. When draining souls, he is vulnerable.
Alignment: I tread the path of the true and righteous.
Team: My superiors shall remain anonymous
Group affiliation: I am not at liberty to discuss it.
Race: Human
Bio:
Although I would rather that no record of the existence of our society is in existence (loose lips sink ships), my superiors request that I keep a journal. My divine mission is far too pivotal and crucial for me to be wasting my time with this! My name, is Kelyv Denran, and I am an assassin for a certain group of religious zealots. I, myself, am merely a footsoldier in this war against the unrighteous and unworthy, but, unlike some of my colleagues, I recognise the need for self control, for anonymity. That is why I wear the mask. What follows is a chronicled history of my life:
When I was but a boy, my mother and father were members of this sect. I remember growing up here. I, and to a lesser extent, they, always aspired for me to take my rightful place in the Hexcroft. I was not a particularly bright boy, but my dedication was noted, even in my early life. I loved the priests, and did all I could to please them and make life for all of my neighbours as good as it could be. As a boy, I found all the knowledge I could on abilities gained through prayer and faith. I discovered that I may have the potential to drain unrighteous souls from the bodies of the enemy and use them to strengthen myself. Such an ability provided the sect, and, by extension, myself, with an advantage in our holy crusade. I trained for hours a day, focusing my energy, trying to concentrate my power to drain the souls of nearby animals. I believed that, as animals, they would not have a resistance to their souls being taken for myself. I was incorrect. It proved incredibly difficult, nigh impossible to drain animals' souls from their bodies. I forgot the skill for a time, and went about my life, but never quite forgetting the dark power, the umbra of energy that reading the manuscripts, the books, and trying to utilise those teachings, flared inside my belly, that tornado of temptation that tugged tenderly at my mind. However, I hid the books and things away, and returned to what could be considered a 'normal' life.
By the time I was 14, I was considered rather physically attractive to the opposite sex, and whenever I was with a girl, I remembered that dark flare of destructive desolation that those teachings had opened in my mind. The feeling of immorality, of evil, was incredible and exhilarating and terrifying, all at the same time. The link was not truly made, however, until i was 16. My first truly immoral experience. During the event, I accidentally struck down the individual I was with. Her name is unimportant. Her consciousness, was absorbed into my own. She was scared of me, of what I truly was. Following this disgrace of the sect, I knew that I could no longer face my masters, and I worked to shield myself into anonymity and seclusion. One symbol of this is the mask I constructed. It has two functions, to hide my face from those I wish not to disgrace with my presence, and to disguise myself from those I do not serve, and therefore are enemies of my masters and of me.
I was approached by the priests. Bless them, they knew my strength, knew my weakness, and still, they took me in, made me an assassin. Now, with the Sword of the Pure and my abilities, I serve the one true power. No one will ever sway me from my divine mission. I seek to strike down the evil, the unrighteous, the unworthy, and the unjust. You cannot seek to run from me, you cannot hope to hide. I am the blade that hangs over your head. I am your executioner. I am Kovak.
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