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Iasonn
Legacy Name: Iasonn


The Galactic Mahar
Owner: Sol.

Age: 14 years, 11 months, 2 weeks

Born: March 30th, 2011

Adopted: 14 years, 11 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: March 30th, 2011

Statistics


  • Level: 2
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


A Story Untold...

The beginnings of a pauper. This man was one of no name or reputation, simply a poverty-stricken speck on the wall. Origins long past, begun during a time of great conflict, he has no family to speak of; no woman on his arm. He has lived for centuries. No immortal, but a man who has defeated time, discovered the secrets of age, and the defiance of cheating death. He is a man with Anubis in his shadow, with a Guardian Angel on his arm, and with God's wrath in his path.

Iasonn is a powerful and legendary alchemist; a man of magic and spell casting. He warps the world to his desires, alters reality to fit his needs. He once defied a population of billions, he was an enemy of many, and a villain to all. He drew blood without batting an eye, he killed women and children, and massacred men.

He took upon himself the incalculable weight of alchemy; of black magic, and with it the inescapable darkness that corroded his soul and consumed his heart. He was not an all-powerful man, merely an incomparable one, and his greatest mistake was taking on an apprentice: Akamasamune.

The boy had the same potential he once held. But he faltered in his utter disregard for human life; he grew to like this young man who so rapidly shaped into a capable and admirable warrior. He trusted him, a trust that would cost him his life and his power. The Paralix destroyed him--butchered his face and tore out his heart--and left him to die as another memento of his superiority. The student defeated the teacher, but the teacher did not die. He'd long since learned how to defy death, and rose once again, albeit a battered, beaten old man.

It took him centuries to recover, to compensate for his missing lifeline, to rebuild the strength that he once held so prominently over all else. It took him many years to regain his youth, his energy, and once he finally reclaimed some percentage of the omnipotence he once possessed, he was prepared for revenge.


Full Name|| Iasonn Arhrunron (Ee-yay-sahn Ahrr-oon-rahn)
Age|| 1567 years old
Apparent Age|| Late thirties, early forties
Height|| Five foot Ten
Dialect|| Olde English, a proper and almost theatrical accent, that runs smooth and deep on his tongue

Greatest Strength|| His profound knowledge, both of alchemy and of the world, after being alive for such an extended period of time. He is a wise scholar, who also uses his alchemical skills to survive without the possession of a heart.
Greatest Weakness|| Iasonn is on quite literal life support, using his alchemy to keep him alive, similar to how an incubus might absorb a mortal's life energy to survive. He has no heart, and instead must consume of souls of the living to remain alive. He is also quite vulnerable to physical injury, as the pain is an immense strain on his already struggling body, and is very quick to pass out or fall ill. He also no longer possesses the strength to perform much of the alchemy that he knows, so he makes a better teacher than a warrior now.

Personality|| A man weathered through age, he has come to find the materialism and promiscuity of life pointless, much like a monk who has vowed celibacy. He is a reclusive and distant man, a hermit who much prefers the company of books and meditation to fellow man. Despite this, he is a virtuoso of charisma and charm, capable of talking his way out of many a situation, or manipulating others to his will when necessary. He has a deceitful air of tenderness, with a quiet, mature voice and the mannerisms of a gentleman, but he is dangerous and untrusting, caring only about his own survival, and the vengeance that has consumed him.

Pet Treasure


Pet Friends


Akamasamune
I took you under my wing, gifted you my knowledge, and you killed me for it