Angra Mainyu

[Angra Mainyu]

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T H E B A S I C S FULL NAME: [Angra Mainyu] PET NAMES: [Slick] AGE: [21] BIRTH DATE: [August 7] BIRTH PLACE: [Unknown] GENDER: [Male] WEIGHT: [Two Hundred Ten Pounds] HEIGHT: [Six Foot Seven] HAIR: [Black.] EYES: [Black] SEXUAL ORIENTATION: [Straight] MARITAL STATUS: [Single] OCCUPATION: [Unknown] FEALTY: [Against] OUT OF CHARACTER: [Jake] WAYS OF CONTACT: [YIM] EMAIL: [[e-mail]]

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HISTORY: Born outside of the once beautiful Elysium, Angra Mainyu was a child prodigy from his land. Raised as a warrior to defend his land, from what he never knew seeing how they had no enemies, Angra showed an immediate interest in martial arts. Trained in various forms of Wushu, Angra ascended past the ranks of his own age class and by the age of thirteen he was even more skilled than most adults of his village, showing more devotion and hard work than any other individual. Joining the leagues of the most revered and most talented warriors of his village, Angra only continued to advance with his hard work, his pride pushing him hard to try and be the best of his land. But unlike most of the people in his village Angra did not hold the same predilection for the humdrum life he lived like the rest around him. He yearned for a life more complex with twists and turns. To put bluntly Angra was bored out of his mind. He wanted to explore this world and challenge himself. But like most villages leaving after learning the most dangerous and oldest secrets was frowned upon. And to get even more cliché Angra’s comrades that he fought with, men who knew every move he could make, will be forced to hunt him down and kill him.

When Angra retched the age of twenty one he no longer could take this mundane existence, willing to risk his life to get away from it. Using his skills of Wushu, Angra left his village behind silently in the night, to travel the outside world which was unknown to Angra’s people. After long travels and seeing some interesting things Angra stumbled upon Elysium. Like he did with most new area’s he did his best to gather intelligence about this place, noticing the strange looks he got. Assuming that he stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the rest of it’s populace Angra decided that he better try and fit in more. After finding a clothing store he worked for a few hours to pay off the owner, the owner only agreeing because of how ridiculous he thought Angra’s attire was. Soon he found out about the rebellion against the state, this intriguing him, seeing the conflict as a chance for excitement. After doing some more researching on the state Angra decided to make his new life here. For his own reasons, Angra made plans to take down the state somehow, not really willing to attempt an alliance with the rebellion just yet, unsure of how welcoming they were to strangers; wanting to keep his presence silent for the moment.


ROLE PLAY SAMPLE: “Smash!” A loud crash echoed gingerly within the confinements of a small one room home within the lower class area. Within this small home was a man dressed in sleek form fitting clothing. He wore leather tight pants that clung to his form and his torso was covered by a lightweight chain mail, easily mistaken as normal mesh. His hands were covered by gloves and over his head was a mask that concealed his identity completely; every single article on his person consisting of dark black colors. The room had very little items within it. A cot placed on the floor in the farthest left corner of the room sat with a wool blanket piled in a messy manor. Around the perimeter of the room was various form of physical exercise. Large heavy objects that seemed out of place were randomly placed around the room, large carved wooden posts that were thick as a pine tree placed so far away from each other, staying away from the center of the room. Several of these wooden posts that were placed around the room were decorated with blood. As for the middle of the room it was completely empty which was where Angra stood at this moment. His breathing heavy he clenched his bleeding fist only to open it immediately.

Slowly turning to look at one of the wooden posts in his home he lunged forward towards it, his fist colliding into it. He than began to throw different variations of strikes, throwing elbows, punches, kicks, knees, even a head butt at one point. Finally stopping with his fist planted hard against the wooden post his legs shook, his breathing getting heavier. Reaching up he pulled the mask off his head to reveal short spiky hair, his entire head covered in sweat. Slowly moving towards his little cot he fell into it, staring at the ceiling as he continued to conjure scurrilous plans to damage the States position of power.

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