It all started in the dark ages, he was a knight. His approach to fighting evil differed from many of his Brethren however. Over the course of his personal crusades, he slowly started using more and more hardcore ways to punish the wicked. He would hack and slice his way through any enemy force, and then beat the leader to death with his bare hands, or tear them limb from limb. He earned the nickname of "Dark Angel" from the people he saved, and was more feared than anything else. His outlook on life turned from the optimistic and heroic attitude of most knights to a brooding attitude who saw destroying evil as grudging, necessary work. When his own kind started to question his methods he told them this:
"I do nothing they don't deserve. The wicked deserve to be punished ten-fold for their crimes. It is the only way to prevent more people from turning to the darker path. If you are all afraid to do what needs to be done, so be it. But do not get in MY way."
He stopped meeting with his order of knights after that, and it was assumed he became a renegade. He was never thought of as becoming evil though, just too destructive. His intentions were never in doubt, the others realized he was taking his own righteous path, and painting it with the blood of his foes.
Eventually he settled himself in a small town on the German border, keeping the town safe from all manner of evils. He even had a budding relationship with a girl who somehow learned to put up with all his brooding.
But it wasn't meant to last.
For whatever reason, he was chosen by an ancient and powerful force. This unnamed thing turned its eyes upon him because of his fighting style. The sheer destructive potential of Crix Manyix was so amazing that the creature knew he was the only one who could serve its purpose.
So it struck when he was weak. While battling bandits that had decided to attack the town in the night, it took its chance. His mind was open during the vicious beating he delivered to the first evildoer, and he progressively became more violent throughout the fight until he was tearing limbs from bodies and bellowing an inhuman roar as he punched through skin and tore bones from flesh. The creature had already invaded his mind at this point, and had full control of his body. The townsfolk slowly approached him to thank him again for defending them, but he cut them down and tore them to shreds as well. When he awoke the next day, the town was flattened and bodies were strewn everywhere, even the one girl he loved having been snapped in half like a twig. His old order of knights arrived and found him there, accusing him of heresy against all he had once stood to protect. Crix's fury re-awakened the beast now living in his body, and his armor became warped and darker before their very eyes. Without hesitation he cut them down, making sure every slice of his sword cut off another body part, slowly dismembering them until only one remained, which he pummeled to death with the hilt of his sword. Afterwards he realized what he had become and wandered, knowing he could never turn back to the righteous path he once tread.
Ever since that point he was wandered across many different continents, and many different time periods. The entity within him keeps its puppet alive, so that it can create more destruction. Every 100 years or so however, his memory is reset, so he doesn't remember being so old. The current day Crix that everyone knows is only one in a long line of persona's he has had. He knows nothing of this however, just fearing the thing that cackles in his mind.
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