Ansgar_die_Klinge

Ansgar die Klinge The God Spear and Sword
Note: This character is not meant for vore. He is meant for battling and slaying monsters. He cannot be killed by anyone's character as he is a destined hero. If I am RPing as him I am looking to flesh out his personality, not feed him to your god alt.


Verloren, once a place of many a blossoming dream. Now the only thing that blossoms is blood. My name is Ansgar. I am the sole survivor of my kings military might. In order to explain what has happened here I need to start from where my life first fell apart.


The Hand of Fate
I was ten. I was with my father as he showed me what he did as a knight in the king's army. Ever since I could talk all I wanted was to be a knight. Finally I got to see what it was like! We were in the armory and he was telling me how to care for a powerbow. Then, without warning, everything went south. One of the powerbows behind me wasn't properly powered down nor stacked right. It fell from the housing and discharged. Fortunately it was on it's lowest setting. Unfortunately it hit me square in the back of the head. From there all I remember is whiteness. A golden hand was pointing in a direction and in the distance darkness loomed like a swarm of blight beetles. Little did I know that I was irrevocably locked into a destiny I didn't want.

The Recovery
I spent ten years in the care of some of the best medical professionals in Verloren. I went through agonizing physical therapy and was examined by thousands of soothsayers. All thought I would never be the same. But they were astonished that not only did I recover, I improved in nearly every category. I was offered a position in the army which I accepted with no hesitation.

The Training
I spent the next five years going through what would normally be the most grueling and painful experience in my life. If I hadn't spent the last ten years recovering from a blast to the back of my skull. I excelled in every weapon, mastered every combat style. I felt like nothing could stop me from becoming a commander. I made many friends and we all soldiered on through the camps and drills. One friend in particular introduced me to the love of my life. Adala. Much like her name suggested she was a noble woman, and I was smitten. We planned to marry after my induction into the army proper. Then came what was to be the best day of my life. I was in my new knights armor waiting for the badge to be added, symbolizing my status as a knight and guardian of the realm. Just before the badge was forever affixed to the chest plate a tremendous shudder ran through the ground. Thus began the end of days.

Endless Night
As I turned to see if anyone had been hurt a terrible cracking sound split the air. And I was forced to watch as the very earth opened beneath Adala, sending her plummeting into a river of fire. As it turned out she was one of the saved. Many died in the beginning and they were counted lucky. The saved. Soon demons clawed their way up from the tears in the ground and began possessing anyone alive. Anyone caught was transformed into hideous monsters, barely recognizable. I was beset by many demons but they only seemed to want me dead.I later discovered I was somehow immune to the demon's possession. I decided to hide away and wait for death to claim me rather than let these beasts ravage me. That was until I was attacked by one of the possessed. In the midst of the battle I realized that this monster had once been my own father. I found myself blinded by rage and fell upon the pretender with my Terra Cutter. After defeating the beast I resolved to end this nightmare on Verloren or die trying. It was then the Angel descended, turning out to be none other than Adala! She told me of how it was my destiny to end the Apocalypse. At first I was furious, SHE had caused the accident! SHE had put me through ten years of torture! But then I realized that if I did not stop this it would spread. Spread to new world, new dimensions! The Angel opened a portal to a new realm and I stepped forward into the unknown...

Personality
Sadly his time on his home world has left him battle hardened and cold to emotions. He refuses help from anyone without intense urging from Adala. And he very rarely speaks to anyone else. Of course all of this is a shell, a facade he presents to the outside. Beneath the falsehood lies a loyal and kind man, driven by a desire to help others. He has a particular soft spot for children and will act without thought of his own safety to protect them. His paranoia is the main source of his harsh exterior. Prove you can be trusted and you gain a steadfast friend through thick and thin.

Appearance
Height: 5'10"
Weight: TBD
Skin Tone: Very Light Tan
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Unkempt, Roughly Cut
Facial Hair: Rough Goatee
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Body Type: Weight Lifter, Muscled

Not much is visible when he is in his armor, but on the rare times he removes it it is plain to see his life is spent fighting. On his face is two scars, one starts at the chin and makes it's way to his ear. The ear is missing a chunk from whatever caused the scar. The other is a crescent shape which sits on the right side of his face, starting at his forehead and curving towards his eye, skipping over his eye, and curving back to the right on his cheek. Even more scars criss cross his frame, so many of which cover his chest no hair can grow for the scar tissue present. Only the newest of his chest scars are distinguishable. Fewer scars cover his back. The most notable is three large claw marks trailing from shoulder to hip. On his arms are numerous smaller scars though one spans the entire length of his right forearm. His face is always set in a serious expression. His cheekbones are strongly set and give a squarish shape to his face. His eyes are somewhat shadowed by his brow which, while slightly pronounced, gives him more of a focused gaze. His hands are covered in calluses from his training.

Equipment
Knight Class Triplication Armor MK III:
Enhances the wearers strength and agility threefold while providing high levels of protection. Can recharge solarly or through a hook-up in the back. Full charge can last roughly one week extensive use without recharge. Has no special attachments as of yet.

Prototype Terra Class Claymore:
Massive 5' experimental blade. Has a thermal and electrically conductive core with an activation switch in the handle. When triggered in a certain direction causes the blade to either superheat or become wreathed in surges of electricity. Use of the electric mode drains the armor power faster.

Emergency Cauterizer:
Medical device which is used to burn wounds shut. Normally used after appropriate sedative or numbing agent is applied.
[WARNING! NO SEDATIVE OR NUMBING AGENT PRESENT!]


Skills/Abilites
Ansgar is a master of the Claymore, powerbow, Pryotech Flail, and Ejection Lance. All standard armaments of his King 's Army. He is also a fair tactician, preferring a blend of conventional and unconventional tactics. His is quite strong even without his armor and was one of the few soldiers capable of at least walking in a drained suit of armor. Though combat was out of the question.

Weaknesses/Issues
Paranoia:
Ansgar is extremely paranoid from his last days on his home world. Demi humans will warrant his observation while anthros and nonhumans are viewed as monsters and attacked on sight.
Unaware:
He is completely unaware of magic or otherworldly weapons and as such will be at a disadvantage when facing them.
Weight:
His armor is extremely heavy and is not entirely sealed. Only the helmet is sealed with a filter. On a boat he is forced to fight barehanded as the risk of falling in the water is too great. That's right. He can't swim with it on. Just like a Spartan.
Blinded Rage:
If Ansgar reaches his eruption point he becomes utterly blind to all but his goal. Usually the death of the one who pissed him off in the first place. This is both a strength and a weakness. I count it a weakness because he more often then not pushes himself too far.