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Edwin Blake
The Wind of Change
Summary
Name: Edwin Blake
Aliases: Breaker, Havok, Demon Son
Alignment: Neutral
Height: 1.78m
Age: At least a few millenia.
Affiliation: None
Occupation: None
Birthplace: Unkown, presumably in Eastern Europe.
Personality: Edwin spent his life seeking excitement. Because of this, he travels to the oddest places in search of danger and people he deems special.
Power Grid
Intelligence: 5
Strength: 3
Speed: 3
Durability: 3
Energy Projection:6
Fighting Ability: 4
Bio
Ages ago, he was but a small orphan from a small country in such a big world. Living in the streets of a war-torn and unforgiving nation and begging for scraps of what little others had left, Edwin knew that "fair" gets you nowhere. He knew of the world's nature first hand. Blake learned that since no one would ever look out for him, quite the opposite, he would take back what he was owed. By any means.
He knew his aged ruler had been a good king, despite the hardships Edwin had endured. Clearly, others didn't feel the same way. The old fella was poisoned in a meeting. He had just died in his castle one of his generals had taken over.
Luckily, Edwin did not live in the capital. He hated the king. He had taken the throne from his master, back when he was a general. He enforced draconic punishments, and with him, the army grew violent. The general deposed previous high priests and set up his own. This was why Blake's thefts were so risky, and that's why he was sure he'd die when he slipped up. The soldiers took turns beating him again and again, not like the actual punishment was any better. Once their hands hurt from htting him, they left him for dead, but the bliss of death never did come over him. Sweet Thanatos refused to take his hand and lead him away, so he lay there, eyes swollen shut, too weak to talk. There was only pain, but then he felt a tugging at his very soul. As if his thread of fate finally grown taut.
That's when he came by. The faint glint of sunshine still visible to Edwin's eyes revealed the face of the man who would become the source of both his salvation and torment. He was one of the king-appointed religious experts.
From his pocket, he withdrew a vial with a red liquid within. Another man tried to stop him, but Edwin's good samaritan was adamant. He took it and poured a drop of the elixir in the lad's mouth.
The priest picked up the boy like a father would his son, and carried him off.
By then, it had been half a decade since the incident, and Edwin was 17. From the priests and clergy, he learned magic. At night, by himself, he would study the church's higher tier spells and forbidden teachings, which were locked away. They were well hidden and locked properly, but it was nothing for someone who's survival in the past depended on break-ins.
They called him a prodigy, were sure that he'd be the high priest once he grew. Though he humbly denied such praise, he knew they meant it. In fact, he knew they were underrating him. Even at such a young age, each and every one of the priests were so pathetically weak compared to him, that to say he was a prodigy was a lie.
Though he lived in the church for years, he had never forgotten who it was that killed his father and mother for supposed blasphemy. For this, he wanted them to rot, and he intended on being the one to cause their downfall. However, he was waiting. Acting like the man they wanted him to be before unleashing hell upon them.
When he found two of the Church's Lost Artifacts, he knew that it was time. With his forbidden knowledge and unholy power, he slew them all. Not leaving a single single survivor left.
He had never laughed so hard.
Abilities, Power, and Equipment
Edwin's power originates from the vast arcane knowledge he has amassed over what we'd consider lifetimes. For an overview, check out his blog.
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