Name: Triark
Title: The Hazel-Eyed Beast
Age: 27 in his first life
Gender: Male
Race: Earthling (LotR earth that is)
Appearance: Triark is a beast. He face is covered by a Black helmet with curved horns coming out of the top of it. The very essence of darkness seems to flow of the cracks of the helmet, with two sad shining hazle eyes visible through two slits in the ebony helm. Two dragons wings stretch out from his back, spanning about 5 feet in either direction when fully opened.
He stands nearly 6’8”, his body covered in black armor matching his helm. Strange runes cover the entirety of the armor, the breastplate resembling the chest of a very muscular man. The shoulder plates have spikes sticking out of them, each being only about 3 inches long. Between the bottom of his breastplate and his leg armor the is a crimson belt with the word “Ahnimahl” written in cursive across the belt buckle.
The leg armor has the same runes written on it as the breastplate, and has two large curved spikess coming out of the side. The spikes reach down from his mid thigh to his kneecap. His armored boots also have sharp blades coming out of the tip.
Personality: Originally, Triark was a very king generous person. Always willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of others he was the pride and joy of his village. Because of his parentage Triark had a very strong sense of right and wrong, always wanting to “Vanquish all the wrong doers of the world.” After his transformation Triark became a cold, heartless monster. Not caring about anyone or anything, he destroys all in his path without a word. The only remnant of his former self is his sad white eyes, mourning all the ones he’s killed and all the destruction he’s caused.
History: They shall call him a beast, and they shall be correct. He will suffer greatly, at his own hands. He will bring about the murder of his family, with no remorse. He will live three lives, and slaughter in each. He will die on his third life, and be reborn a hero. They will call him Triark, son of Gandalf.
Triark’s birth was a magical thing. It was at the end of Gandalf happy time in the Grey Havens that Triark came into being. The wizard was on his death bed and with his last breath uttered a spell that would bring into existence his successor. In a flash of light a small baby boy appeared in the stable of a poor old couple in a gondorian village.
The aging lovers took in the boy as their own, because they had never had a child of their own. Triark was an extremely well liked boy, always offering to help whenever he saw a person in need. But there was something odd about Triark, he perform magic. It wouldn’t have been such a strange thing if the child hadn’t done it so perfectly. The magic seemed to come absolutely natural to him; if his mother needed a candle lit he would simply snap his fingers and a small fire would appear on the candles wick. If his father needed to move a large barrel of hay, he would point his finger at it and easily lift it up into the air and drop it wherever it needed to be placed. The magic came as a second nature to him, using it as a normal person would use their hands. Despite of his wonderful gift his father told him that He should only use his abilities in a time of great need, and that if he relied solely on his magic he would become weak and pathetic.
And so Triark grew up as a normal boy, he would play with other children just as they did. He was always very popular around the village, always doing what was right, and always helping others. He grew up to be a strapping young lad, very strong yet very smart and gentle and he was always complemented on his beautiful brown eyes. One day while his mother was knitting, Triark went to her and told her that he longed to explore the full extent of his powers. He wanted to find out more about himself, and see the wonders of middle earth. His mother and father both agreed that it was only fair that they allow him to discover his past, because denying it to him would be cruel and heartless. So, at the age of 17, Triark set-off to see middle earth for himself. Before he left, his father told him one last thing, he told him that whatever might tempt him he must never succumb to evil. He must always remain the good-natured soul that he was. Triark agreed and left with a tearful goodbye. That would be the last thing his father ever said to him.
Triark traveled far by himself, having not a soul to talk to. He walked north to the capitol city of gondor, in hopes of finding a magician that could teach him of his powers. Luckily, when he entered the city he spotted a rather old looking man clad in grey robes. The man told Triark that his name was Zoric, and that he was indeed a wizard. Zoric agreed to train Triark on one condition, that after his training was completed he would don a the crimson belt that Zoric had to symbolize his completion. Of course Triark accepted these condition and went under the leadership of Zoric.
Triark trained with Zoric for years, and not only in magic but in swordsmanship as well. Zoric taught Triark so many things in their time together, such as the ability to teleport, to summon lightning, call forth a blizzard, and expert swordsmanship. They went on many quest in adventures in their day, becoming famous across all of middle earth. Finally, on the eve of his twenty-seventh birthday, Zoric proclaimed his training finished. Triark jumped with joy at his masters words, anxious to go back home and show all of his loved ones what he could do. Before Triark headed for home, oric summoned him for one last meeting. The old man took his apprentice outside and reminded him the promise he had made ten years ago. Since Triark was a man of his word, he took the belt from Zoric and strapped it around his waist;a perfect fit. All of a sudden, Triark fell to the gound in agony as the belt infused itself to his body. Demonic black armor spread from the belt and covered his whole body. An ebony helm grew seemingly from the back of his neck, covering his face with only his big hazle eyes showing. Two dragons wings grew out of his back, spreading 5 feet ing wingspan across the ground. Triark stood up and looked at his hands in disbelief, he had turned into the evil his father had warned him about. Zoric look at his apprentice and laughed. He told him that now he was doom to live three lifetimes, all in which he would cause great destruction and pain. Angry swept over Triark as he reach out and grabbed Zoric by the neck and stragled him. He turned and faced the horizon when all of a sudden it got cloudy and lighting could be seen in the distance. Out of the sky dropped a magnificent blazing sword, it’s split tip sticking into the ground directly in front of Triark. The beast paused for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, He decided then that he was going home.
Triark entered his village calmly, striding in to the middle of town. People screamed at the sight of him, woman shielding their children from this horrible devil that had came to kill them. Triark tried to opend his mouth to speak, to say something, anything to tellt hem that it was him, but the belt took over. That day Triark slaughter everyone in his village. With nothing left in this world for him, Triark spread his wings and took flight, traveling the omniverse to reign havoc upon all unlucky enough to face him. The only shred of his former self left is his big hazel eyes, always sad looking mourning over all the destructin he’s caused. It is said the in battle his opponent can hear the thoughts of Triarks true self, begging for him to help him control this demon he has become.
Weapon: Triark weilds a gigantic demonic sword, with a split tip. The sword catches on fire as soon as he unsheathes it, burning with an orange glow. The fire becomes and larger as his rage builds in battle and also changes color from orange, to red, to blue, and finally to black. It’s power is unknown, as it fell out of the sky moments after Triark underwent his transformation.
Abilities:
Flight
Triark can spread his great wings and fly up into the heavens. He is capable of hovering inplace and slashing at foes while in flight.
Flurry
Triark rapidly attacks his opponent, slash in several dfferent directions before finally bringing his sword own from over his head.
Of course he can do all of your basic sword fighting skills, such as parrying, slashing, dodgeing, etc.
Home world: Middle Earth
Theme song: Three Day Grace- Animal I have become
