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Name: Rovell Survo
Age: 21
Race: Humnan
Fighting Style: Capoeira
Appearance: http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b278/ryujisama/Prince.jpg
Element: Wind
Weapons: Twin Crescent-shaped Swords forged from his soul.
I am Rovell Survo. When I was a child, my parents were killed during a Civil War with a neighboring country. As a result, I became an orphen. There I met the girl who would be my source of motivation for the rest of my life. Her name was Moira, and she too was made an orphen do to the Civil War. She was quite the remarkable girl. Only a child at the age of 12, and she already was a master of the fighting style, Capoeira. Her parents, masters themselves, had taught her the style before they were killed in the war, and soon after we met, she began teaching me as well. We quickly became friends, and as we grew up through the years, we eventually became lovers. Once we were old enough to leave the orphenage, we packed all our things and searched the world for a place we could grow old together in.
After years of traveling, we finally found the perfect home. However, our home fell victim to a pack of demons who were searching for human girls to star in their latest brothel. It didn't take long to realize that Moira was on their list. Not willing to give up without a fight, we resisted the demons for as long as we could. Moira fought with all her strength, untill the leader of the demon pack struck her down from behind. I was preocupied with an other demon before I realized it was too late. She was dying, and I wasn't there to protect her... but my mistake didn't cost me just her life, but something else. Before the remaining demons left, their leader attempted to amuse himself by stabbing my left arm with the entire length of his cursed blade. And now I am cursed with a wound that never heals comepletly, no matter what type of medical aid is applied to it.
Using whatever strength I had left in me, I rushed over to Moira's dying body. I apologized as many times as I could, and cried so many tears, but none of it was enough to save her. I felt so useless, but she just smiled and told me it wasn't my fault. She blames her inability to perfect her techniques for her loss. Before she died, I promised her that I would track down the demon, and slay him with my own hands. But as I left, she made me promise one more thing.... After I accomplish my task, I was to live... for the both of us...
And now, I am on a journey across the world trying to master the fighting style taugh to me, and to kill Moira's murderer. Along the way I have encountered many battles, and have learned many new things. Also, I have met a very special Fallen Angel, who I call Lady Fox. She seems to be imbued with some special power that I have yet to decipher, but through her kindness, she has given me two things... 1) A slight ease from the curse placed on my arm, and 2) A new weapon forged of my own soul... I have yet to name this weapon, but I think I may know of just the perfect name for it...
Years have passed, and I have gained much experience in fighting, but is it enough? Wondering around the world only stopping for food and rest, I came to a small town being protected by a friend who I've come across before. Her name was Amiea, and she suffered the same loss I did by the hands of the very demon that I pursued; however, her curse was far more advanced than mine. It was killing her as the days went by. After catching up with her, I ended spending a few days in the village helping her rebuild some of the damaged buildings in the village. Once work was through, she took me to a large pool-side waterfall. There, inside a cave, Amiea confessed her love to me, and me, being one who's loved one was taken from, accepted and returned her love with equal fervor. I know that somewhere, Moira is smiling knowing that I once again have found happiness. That happiness didn't last very long, though. The demon that took nearly everything from me had showed up at the waterfall, and his appearance affected the curse on Amiea and mine's bodies. She would die any minute now, but I will not have my happiness taken from me a second time.
Confronting Bleair, the demon in question, we began to struggle for the item that caused the pain for me and Amiea. His strength, immense though it was, was no match for my speed, but his defenses were nearly perfect. I knew, however, that I was running out of time, and therefore put everything I had into one final attack. I had defeated him, and broke the curse. Returning to Amiea, her body seemed lifeless and cold. I thought I was too late. As the tears in my eyes streamed down my face, I suddenly began to hear her breathing softly and she asked me why I was crying. I cried even more that time, but my tears were caused by happiness. My search for Bleair, and a new home was over, but I'll keep fighting the great battle known as life for as long as I live...
Throughout the years of fighting, Rovell had never come across a fighter such as the one known as Shagrath. A tough opponent, indeed, Rovell was able to defeat him in a tournament bout by default. However, before leaving, Shagrath gave Rovell a "gift" which imbued him with special abilities he has never known. But these abilities are slightly different than the ones he has acquired through training...
 Ryujisama · Thu Sep 01, 2005 @ 05:10am · 0 Comments |
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