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Sarakon

Drakinia

Both have been approved in past and are still to this day.

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Name

Sarakon (IV)

Age

Unknown

Appearance

The dull whiteness throughout the entirety of his eyes is the first detail many notice upon seeing Sarakon for the first time. Those empty eyes are said to reflect Sarakon’s nature as a man lacking a soul, but many say they hold a haunting, melancholy quality to them. But it’s hard to see emotion in man with such a tremendous physical presence, with his broad shoulders, standing at six and a half feet tall and possessing a battle hardened face. It’s difficult not to think of war and bloodshed when looking at him, even for only a fraction of a second. The light armour chest-plate, with its dull, dark hue and Tarronian engravings and the leather hides of black and brown that he wears about him along with his dark trousers, metallic bracers and thick leather boots further adds to the presence about the warrior. With such a build one might think the man in his mid twenties would be slow and cumbersome in his movements, but in battle his motions carry surprising grace, backing up his physical power with impressive feats of speed and agility.
His hair, once long and free flowing, has been shaved down to half an inch in length all over. Done to stop his long hair from lashing at his eyes at a crucial moment in battle it too is yet another element to a figure that appears to have been created solely for battle and warfare.
From his throat up to his cheek on his left hand side, Sarakon’s face is covered in horrific scars the only visible mark that resulted in his clash with the warrior Stigmata.

Alignment

In control once more, Sarakon has taken on a more neutral approach to the world as opposed to the innate evil of a Sarakon under Heretic’s influence. His actions are driven by what were originally good intentions, but still his methods and his sometimes-brutal behaviour make him appear evil at times. Even when he speaks it’s difficult to read him as good or evil, as the bitter contempt he harbours for his torment in hell and subsequent persecution throughout the realms seeps into his voice.

Personality

At heart Sarakon was always a good man, he aspired to reach glorious ideals for the people around him and fought for peace, whether he has lost sight of that or not is unclear but he still carries these traits within him.
Generally a serious man he is not incapable of moments of humour but for the most part his thoughts will be on important matters, or dwelling on events of the past to satisfy his nostalgic mind.
When he speaks his peculiar mix of lifestyles is projected into his speech, from the voice and mannerisms one would expect of a King to the excessive cursing of a soldier from the lower classes, regardless of that one can always hear a certain intelligence in his words.
But despite his intelligence, he is primarily a fighter and has more value for one’s behaviour on the battlefield than what they might be able to say to him. The constant years of fighting, from training as a child to being a full fledged soldier have ingrained a soldier’s code of honour and valour into every fibre of his being and sometimes not even the best of logic can deter him from this code.

Abilities

Over the many years, in life, training and serving in the ranks of the Tarronian army of Dark Knights and in death, fighting off the whatever forces may face him, Sarakon has developed a vast array of skills and abilities.
Primarily he still relies on the fighting skills he honed while building and maintaining the Tarronian empire, from swordsmanship and various arts of weapons based fighting to hand to hand combat. Employing his tremendous physical strength and speed means whatever of the aforementioned methods of battle Sarakon chooses to use are all equally lethal.
However, when Sarakon crosses paths with a particularly exceptional fighter, against whom fists and weapon use simply won't be enough, the Tarronian can rely on a number of other skills at his disposal.

Telekinesis

Born a telekinetic in nature, Sarakon's mind holds power over inorganic matter within a limited range. As a trainee Dark Knight he neglected to train his mind as rigorously as he trained his body and honed his skills with the various weapons of the Tarronian armoury instead, viewing his telekinetic powers as weak and useless. But Since his return from death he has relied on the abilities he had once considered weak for victory and come to value them as an incredible asset in battle.
In the beginning Sarakon's mind had power over small objects that resided approximately within an eight-foot radius about him, but through practice and training he extended his power. Within that same eight-foot radius, Sarakon is the master of all inorganic matter, able to instantaneously imbue even large and heavy objects with vast kinetic energy and control their movements.
With great concentration the Dark Knight can even manipulate multiple objects all at once, moving them individually or as one. However, it all takes focus and concentration, especially for the more complicated of tasks so its uses can be somewhat limited, even more so when Sarakon is engaged in a particularly challenging battle with his mind focused more on defence.

Telepathy

The nature of Sarakon's magic skills has meant he has had to develop his mind a great deal to become as powerful as he is today. An unexpected result of this is that his mind can now reach into the thoughts of others, sometimes catching brief glimpses into their hearts and souls, but he can only get scraps of information unless someone willingly offers information to him. At present the mind is far too enigmatic and powerful for Sarakon to manipulate at will.

Spectral Energies

Every soul carries with it an essence of power, it is this power the forces of the heaven and hell realms call on when the physical vessel dies, to draw power into their respective realms in an effort to tip the scales in the eternal power struggle between them. Sarakon became sensitive to this same spiritual energy when he awoke in the afterlife, he can feel the souls of the living and the dead calling out to him, reaching into his own dead soul all the time, each resonating with their own frequency, this allows Sarakon to track and identify foes at a distance.
Sarakon's own soul holds much power, and now he feels it within him he can control it and focus his dark energy to aid his physical attacks, or even project his power as a burst of raw energy to unleash upon his foes in whatever way he sees fit. Of course, draining one's own life force too regularly will take its toll if one is not given enough time to recuperate.

The Nexus

There exists an entire realm that we do not see, one as vast as all others combined. This realm is the spectral nexus, an ethereal plane of reality that connects every soul, alive and dead, throughout time and space. When Sarakon succumbed to blood loss on the battlefield and fell to death's cold embrace, he passed through this sea of souls that some may call the river Styx and was cast into damnation.
But having escaped and being reborn into the land of the living as a being of the dead he has retained his sensitivity and access to this realm.
Now he uses it to travel, connected through the Nexus to all souls, Sarakon can leech huge quantities of information from the collective conscious minds and leap almost instantaneously to any point in time and space.
It takes a great deal of concentration from the Dark Knight to cross the boundaries between worlds and while it doesn’t require much of his Spectral energy the focus needed is too great for him to be constantly leaping between realms.

Magic

Sarakon wasn't born with the ability to use magic like most were, in fact for a long time he had resolved to never use magic. He had tried his hardest to call forth the power of the elements but even under the tuition of some of the greatest mages in King Tarron's great army, he still could not master neither the black or white arts.
But one day he was sent out into a bloody battle and the odds looked stacked against the Dark Knights as the enemy put up a fierce resistance. All around him Sarakon saw his comrades being cut down by the blades of the enemy and by their magic, Sarakon found himself near to death, sustained only by his determination to avenge his fallen brothers. With the screams of his fellow countrymen filling the air as they fell in their death throes he called upon this burning hatred inside for strength to survive and fight on. When it seemed as if he were at deaths door his call was answered. In an almost instinctual act of self preservation he released a powerful blast of magic, waves of fire whipped up around him and rushed outwards to consume the enemy ranks and swallow even the land itself in his Tarronian fury. All that remained were smouldering; ashen skeletal remains stacked chaotically about a vast plane of scorched earth, with Sarakon at the epicentre of the devastation, alive.
From that day onwards, Sarakon realised he could indeed harness the power of magic in battle and he worked hard to master it throughout the many years of his life and then in death too.
Now he's very capable of releasing all manner of magic upon his foes at any time, although he does feel physically drained by this and can become fatigued for awhile if he exerts his power too much.
The majority of his magic revolves around manipulating forces and physics to great effect by pouring his dark energy into the particles around him. Through control of the four fundamental forces, gravity, electromagnetism, strong and weak nuclear interaction, there isn’t much that lies beyond Sarakon’s capabilities.

Weapons

- Krealakrion

A weapon intertwined with Tarronia’s proud history. This sword belonged to one of Tarronia’s very first King’s in the idealistic days when the Kingdom was only in its youth. When faced with adversary the Tarronian forces would march into the battle, their leader drawing Krealakrion and joining the fray almost in a symbolic act of defiance against the other more powerful Kingdoms that made their attempts to attack Tarronia. So the sword became a national symbol of Tarronian spirit and to each successive ruler the sword was passed on, until finally it fell into Sarakon’s hands.
He shunned the blade despite its beauty and the meaning it held in favour of the blade his father had forged, Heretic. But due to some eye opening events Sarakon has had to abandon the weapon and claim a new one, befitting of a Tarronian King.
Upon making a pilgrimage back to his homeland he found it much as he had left it after his battle with Alehaw, in a state of utter devastation. But amongst the debris he managed to find the sword of Tarronian rule and claimed Krealakrion as his own.
Not much is known of the weapon’s origin’s but it has been written in Tarronian folklore that the seventh Tarronian King, Lord Alehaw II had found the sword in the catacombs that lay in the underworld below the land he ruled. In the dark caverns below the palace lay the ruins of an ancient people and a Kingdom older than Tarronia itself.
He took this sword and used its blade to repel a series of attacks against the Kingdom alongside his army. A legend was born and since then the sword and every detail about it from it’s three foot long blade and it’s mirror like surface marked with etchings in an ancient tongue to the foot long handle wrapped in a simple and worn leather grip.
Tarronian archaeologists worked in the ruins and cross referenced it with texts found in the extensive libraries and those borrowed from neighbouring Kingdoms, after awhile they found that the ruins were the remains of the pre-Tarronian Kingdom of Aliyv. It is from this Kingdom that Tarronia and its empire were spawned, they were still trying to decipher the language of their ancestors when Sarakon died but they had translated some of the markings on the blade of Krealakrion;

”Theune dra meune la shara klakkrion durét”

“For justice and freedom of the people may Krealakrion persevere”

The sword’s name had been found in manuscripts and murals uncovered by the Tarronian workers, as if it held some great significance. But aside from the symbolism it gained in Tarronian rule it appears to just be an ordinary, albeit well constructed and delicately finished sword.

- Minavrol

One of the many interesting items Sarakon has come across is the dagger Minavrol, that now resides in a sheathe strapped to the side of Sarakon’s right boot.
This dagger possessed an enchanted short blade made by the shaman of the Illacanthai. These tribal people were spared during the expanse of the Tarronian empire overseas, as an act of thanks for Sarakon’s mercy on his people the witch-doctor of the forests gave Sarakon an ordinary looking dagger. But the blade had been enchanted, the shaman had made the dagger to be used only by Sarakon. The magic poured into the metal reacts harmoniously with the Dark Knight’s mind allowing him to influence it with his Telekinesis outside the usual limiting range of his power. The dagger is virtually useless in combat, but if used correctly with intelligence it can make for a devastating tool against Sarakon’s foes.

- Heretic

-Background

Having found the standard issue swords of the Tarronian army to be unsuitable, Sarakon went back home to the village slums of Tarronia and claimed his Father’s masterwork, a fearsome broadsword, as his weapon of choice. His father had been quite the craftsman; the monstrous sword was strong and perfectly balanced despite its huge proportions. Heretic served Sarakon well in his active service for his homeland.
After later usurping his King’s throne the sword was tempered by the best blacksmiths throughout the empire and a new hilt was constructed from the bones of his former master. Once symbolic of heroism on the battlefield, Heretic came to symbolise something far darker. But the sword continued to serve him well and all succumbed to Sarakon’s might whenever the blade fell.
For some reason even in death the blade stayed at his side. Reborn in Hell, Sarakon soon found Heretic stowed upon his back. He wondered if the blade stayed with him because his father made it and he had been attached to it, or because for all the lives the sword had ended it too needed to be punished. Whatever the case, Sarakon wasted no time in using Heretic to escape his damnation in the Hell realm.
In the land of the living once again he found that Heretic had changed, no longer was it simply a sword, it was now a conscious entity. While in Hell it had become a vessel for the damned, legions of bitter and vengeful souls affixed themselves to the tool of destruction to lash out at the living through Sarakon’s hands.
The Dark Knight quickly learned of Heretic’s newfound power in battle as the energy of the dead poured into his attacks, increasing their ferocity to unprecedented levels.
But Heretic was no mere slave, it seemed the entities had their own interests and constantly a barrage of screams would pierce into Sarakon’s mind, screams for blood and death. Ultimately he succumbed to their blood lust and he fell into the depths of insanity.
The master of the blade had become it’s servant until finally, during a battle against the emerald armoured warrior Stigmata he found himself near to death and he came to his senses. Full realisation of Heretic’s power soon set in and ever since then Sarakon has been hesitant to use the weapon. He has caught a glimpse of Heretic’s true power but despite that and his ability to wield the sword more adeptly than any other, he fears losing control again under their influence. As a result Heretic now resides in the Spectral Nexus, waiting to be claimed by its master once more.

-Physical Description

Heretic's blade is four inches wide and four foot long, the sides are parallel for about 3 feet and out of them stick sharp and jagged protrusions that get smaller in regular intervals as you progress further along the blade. Towards the end of the blade’s length it rounds off and tapers to a point. The combination of superb craftsmanship and otherworldly power has made Heretic incredibly strong and nigh on indestructible.
The sword's hilt is made of the scraggly bones of Sarakon’s former master, King Tarron. Bleached and polished, these various bones stick out in various directions ground down to sharp points at the ends, like a horrific arrangement of fangs radiating outwards from a central point. This central point is where the crest of the Tarronian nobility and the symbol of Sarakon’s nation has been placed, carved from a dark metal and gilded with strips of colour that once vividly depicted the two images but have now faded with age.
Below the arrangement of bones and the crests is Heretic’s handle, a strong cylinder of the same dark metal used in the blade’s construction, many intricate carvings adorn this part of the hilt, adding an ornate look to the sword but also making it easier to grip.
At the handle’s base a metallic gem setting has carefully been fixed and within it resides a deep blue gem, another symbol Sarakon’s Kingship over the empire.

Other Equipment

Hanging at his waist from his light body armour is a small tin box and within it is the standard issue kit given to all those within the Tarronian army. The contents are basic but effective, included are fine metal wires, a needle and thread and several vials containing various drugs.
Upon the ring finger of his right hand is a circular band of aged gold, this worn down artefact holds no real significance and is simply a memento of his past life.

Background

Born into poverty, Sarakon was son of a Blacksmith and grew as every other working class child did, surrounded by disease, going hungry and always having to struggle. Of all the children in his family, Sarakon was soon identified as the most aggressive and the strongest. While his brothers lived to enter the family trade as Blacksmiths and his sisters tended to their looks in hopes of marrying into wealth, the boy’s father, Trevor saw promise in his strong son. It was well known amongst the lower classes that the only real way to have anything resembling a future was through the army, through service to their country that the aristocratic nobility were too cowardly to perform.

At the mere age of six Sarakon was enrolled into army of Tarronia, and his training began.

Over the years that followed his various tutors were amazed at the progress young Sarakon made as he excelled in almost all areas, demonstrating a natural aptitude for killing.

Top of all his classes save for those involving magic, it wasn’t long before Sarakon finally entered the ranks of the Tarronian Dark Knights with his training completed.

With no wars on at the time, Sarakon’s first few missions in active service proved to be quite tedious. Nothing more than keeping the peace amongst the people, but even doing a job as remedial as that he found the standard issue swords of the army weren’t good enough for him. He knew exactly what weapon he needed, it was the sword he saw hanging upon a wall in the few memories he had of home, the master work of his Father. Coming back to his old village he noticed for the first time how the lower classes lived, never realising it as a boy. But those thoughts were obscured by his excitement as he came home to see his family again, but in the small cottage where they had all lived he found no one. Disappointed, he claimed Heretic from its place on the living room wall and left.

Months went by and several large battles took place as King Tarron started to make efforts to expand the Kingdom and it wasn’t long before the people revered him as one of the great heroes of Tarronian conquest. As a key fighter that had proved himself many times out on the field he was promoted several times by his lord, until he was placed in command of an entire battalion of knights, charged with the task of leading the assault on Iiryvan.

The first attack on the neighbouring Kingdom proved disastrous, as their powerful mages and soldiers massacred Sarakon’s entire force. In a rage and near to death himself, Sarakon lashed out with as much force as he could muster, unleashing a wave of searing fire magic to consume the enemy. With his wounds severe and his mind in shock having harnessed the power of magic for the first time, Sarakon collapsed into unconsciousness. When he finally awoke he was met by King Tarron himself who commended him for his prowess on the field but also suspended him from service, not wanting Sarakon to enter battle again until he had fully recovered.

It was during this time that Sarakon. While continuing to train, met the woman Katherine. A beautiful, slim figure with enchanting long dark hair and deep blue eyes, he was taken by her beauty, but also by her good nature. In her presence he felt different, as if there were more to life than just killing, they would laugh and smile in each other’s company and the Dark Knight came to know love.

They continued to see one another even after Sarakon returned to active service and she became his sole confidante as Sarakon grew discontent in his role. The Empire continued to grow and gain wealth, but the people of the united Kingdom’s never seemed any better off.

Despising the greedy King and his position, Katherine became the only source of happiness in Sarakon’s life and the two were wed.
With their love firmed by the sacrament of marriage, Sarakon became passionate and idealistic again, when the people of the land began to rebel against King Tarron he sided with them and ultimately he slew his former master.
With Tarron gone the citizens of the Tarronian Empire were filled with hope for a new and better future, with Sarakon ruling over them with his Wife and Queen at his side.

The people got what they had wanted, Sarakon puts the wealth that Tarron had lavished upon himself back into the Kingdom, schools and houses were built, people didn’t go hungry and all enjoyed this grand new rule.

But Sarakon set his sights further afield, beyond his Kingdom. All he saw was an endless cycle of fighting and suffering in the world, and he began to wonder how could one end such needless death? Surely one in his position could make a difference and a better world. The solution came to him as he looked at the Empire he ruled, once it had been made of many Kingdoms and the same cycle of death and suffering had existed, but now they were united in the empire, all difference but all Tarronian. Would it end the strife of the world to unite everyone under a single empire? Sarakon believed so, and once more the Tarronian Empire began to expand, overseas and across the land.

But the people failed to see Sarakon’s grand vision of peace, they had grown tired of war and cared not for the fate of the world outside of the Empire. Six years into his reign, at the age of twenty-five, rebellion began to mount against King Sarakon. Worried that the rebels would threaten his vision of peace and destroy what he had worked for, he employed a zero tolerance policy against the terrorists, but it doesn’t deter the rebels and as more die the resistance Sarakon faced amongst his won people grew more and more.

This growing anger amongst the public culminated in the storming of the Tarronian palace. In a rage Sarakon rode out to meet them on the battlefield in full armour, and he showed no mercy to those he felt had betrayed him.

For hours the battle went on, Sarakon fought alone against the masses that sought to kill him, people from all walks of life from peasants to once loyal soldiers all went for the King and most fell to Heretic or Sarakon’s magic. But the odds had been stacked against Sarakon from the beginning, while his power dwarfed that of any of those on the battlefield, they had the strength of numbers and ultimately Sarakon succumbed to blood loss and died out on the field.

The people rejoiced at the fall of the man who had only four years ago been the ruler they loved and praised. In a public show of hatred they cut Sarakon’s heart from his body and burned his body and whatever belongings they could find of his and they set out to rule the Kingdom for the good of the people. Ironically it was the very thing that Sarakon had strived to do.
But Sarakon’s tale did not end there, with his body destroyed his soul was dragged through the River Styx, the Spectral Nexus and he was reborn in Hell, damned for the lives he had destroyed.

An age passed before Sarakon regained consciousness, awakening in a realm of torment and despair. While the other damned souls around did nothing but scream in horror as the demonic minions of Hell ravaged them, Sarakon still held onto his battle trained instincts to fight, and fight he did. With Heretic still stowed upon his back he instantly began to slay demon after demon, perpetually spilling their blood and advancing through the realm until he was cast out by a powerful force, back into the land of the living.

Sarakon (II) revelled in his liberation and set out to seek vengeance and to continue the work of his life, to rebuild the Tarronian Empire. As he went out to go about his task he crossed paths with many exceptional warriors, most notably the Angel of Akinan, Kayon, The Holy Elf, Illuminar Arden and the Shadow Elder, Turks.

The bloody duel with Turks proved to be the most significance, as it ended with the death of them both and once more Sarakon was plunged into the horrors of the Hell realm, but once more he made his escape, refusing to simply give up and accept eternal damnation.

Sarakon (III) now grew increasingly bitter and angry with the forces of all the realms. The warriors of light persecuted him for his supposedly evil nature and the forces of hell did the same thing and he still had his business with those traitors that had killed him on the battlefield and cast him into Hell. He became more brutal in his attacks on others, where once he had been an idealistic champion of the people, he became cruel and hate filled.
Again he continued to fight and continued to grow in strength but once more he was destroyed, this time at the hands of a mere boy, the samurai of light, Rekka. But this time he did not reform in hell. Sensitive to the spectral world around him and his existence as a being of the dead, he willed himself to stay within the Spectral Nexus and fought off the force that attempted to pull his soul into hell once more.

He won the struggle and remained in the Nexus, drifting in and out of consciousness for a long time as his energy returned to him, with only thoughts of his wife to keep him company.

When he finally returned to life once more, Sarakon (IV) had undergone a drastic change. Touched by the force of light in Rekka he began to reclaim his humanity, but he felt an evil within him. He made a conscious decision to seal himself within the Nexus and end the killing that was now synonymous with his existence.But in the Nexus Heretic stirred, the entities within angry at Sarakon’s sacrifice they attacked his mind with more ferocity and frequency than ever before. Slowly but surely Sarakon fell into the depths of insanity and found relief only when Stigmata foolishly drew him from the Nexus for a test of strength.

The battle ended with a truce but it was an event of great significance to the Dark Knight, for realisation of Heretic’s true power and intelligence finally on him and with his trust in the blade shattered he cast it aside and sealed it in the Nexus.

With his armour in ruins and his favoured weapon viewed in a new and disturbing light, Sarakon found himself making a pilgrimage to his ruined homeland. Tarronia was much as he had left it before when he had battled the first Lord of the Kingdom, Alehaw, who had also escaped Hell. It had become nothing more than a wasteland. Buildings that had once stood tall in their elegance now lay scattered across the Kingdom in pieces, but amongst the wreckage of the palace Sarakon had a turn of luck and found several items that had once belonged to him.

Sarakon is once again the man he had been before being touched by the influence of Heretic and enraged by torment in Hell, stronger and smarter, but more importantly in control. He continues his tasks much as before, it remains to be seen whether a Sarakon free of Heretic is more placid or all the more dangerous for being in control.