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Amoeba of Wisdom
Name: Argen Ninguel
Age: 146
Race: Lycan
Appearance:
Human Form
Half Beast
Full Beast
Personality: Argen is a stalwart persona with a will as strong as the steel he uses in battle. He always craves a challenge and when he isn't on the job, is always recklessly searching for powerful opponents to test his limits with. While contracted, Argen is practically emotionless. He follows nearly all orders without question nor hesitation and doesn't differentiate between clients. The most bloodthirsty of warlords to the most righteous of knights to the greediest of thieves, as long as they have the payment, Argen has the motivation. Off contract, He is a independent warrior and rarely relies on others for help but he is still a pack animal by nature. To the people who are close to him, he safeguards them with his life. Should he ever have a woman to warm his bed, he will remain completely loyal to her. His close friends have his heart and his sword (free of charge
) He is driven and to see this titan-in-human-skin falter is the equivalent of seeing the moon fall out of the sky.
Where are they from: Nomadic Village in the Tundra near NearGashia
History: From the moment Argen could hold a stick, he was put to the sword, like every other child in his village. A nomadic village of Lycans living just outside of NearGashia's territory. A tribe of fully fledged wolfen warriors. Even in a tribe of Lycans specifically raised to be fighters, Argen and twin sister, Vela Ninguel stood out amongst the rest of the children. Clear prodigies were born in the snows of NearGashia and as they grew older, the only fighters who proved a challenge to them were the oldest, most veteran combatants or each other. Despite constantly fighting, Vela and Argen were as tightly knit as the scarlet scarves they both wore. They both cared deeply for each other and their family. Mother (Vera) was everything you would expect from a mother wolf. Incredibly kind, warm hearted, compassionate and loving, but f**k with her cubs and it was guaranteed death. Not the quick and painless kind either. They had three younger siblings, two girls (Luna and Rem) and one boy (Hakan). Argen's father (Venton) was a man wise beyond his years. He had once been a strong warrior, like the other men, but had fallen to a grave illness that he had been fighting for many decades. The other Lycans mocked his father for being a weakling but it wasn't too long before the twin prodigies reigned at the top of the village. While Vela was content with leading the tribe and protecting her people, Argen wanted more. He wanted to learn more than just what the tribe had to offer. How much stronger could people get? How many opponents were out there waiting for him that could kill him without batting an eye. The thought made his heart race and it wasn't long before he made the decision to go out into the world to gain strength beyond what they currently had.
Needless to say, Argen's family didn't agree with his ambitions and Vela challenged him to open combat. The twins danced a dance that even the devil and death would be envious of. The deadly exchange of blows and blades between the tribe's two best warriors. Argen came out victorious....by a follicle of hair on his head. There was a moment of hesitation within his twin as she was about to land the decisive blow on her brother and it was a moment that Argen did not let escape. It cost her the battle but ironically, Argen could not bring himself to land the decisive blow either. They merely sat in the crimson dyed snow, blood matting the fur on their half beast forms and tears streaming down their faces. As strongly as they may have felt, they couldn't end each other's lives. Argen promised to return to them once a year until he found the strength he was searching for. As the days went by and Argen was about to leave, his mother had knit his scarlet scarf together with his twin sister's. A request from her apparently, so she could always safeguard her reckless twin brother in his journey.
Throughout the years, Argen fought many adversaries, claim close to death more times than he could count, realized his shortcomings, and increased his strengths. He learned many different styles of fighting from across the kingdoms and his current style of fighting is a culmination of all that knowledge. He saw many horrors in the world that were unbeknownst to his clan and even was employed by some of these horrible people. Still, his strength as a warrior earned him the coin he needed to travel the known world. He never missed the anniversary with his tribe either, surprisingly.
Magic/Abilities: Argen doesn't know how to use any form of magic (he's never learned) but he has been nearly killed by it enough times to learn how to avoid the worst of them. Where is magical prowess is lacking, his physical talent makes up for it in leaps and bounds. His racial traits give him enhanced physical traits. Things such as strength, tenacity, agility, reflexes, etc. His perception is several times that of a regular person and it makes sneaking up on him an impossible task unless it is a master assassin. Whenever he shifts forms, these physical traits only become more enhanced, becoming faster, stronger and bigger. While he can fight for hours without succumbing to his wounds, Argen is still mortal. Fatal wounds will still end him like any other living being though it might take him a minute to finally collapse. Wounds inflicted by magic, negate his regeneration, as they were wounds dealt with Ether. The physical wounds will heal but the damage to his soul will remain as if he was a common human being. His regeneration also has clear limits. Minor wounds heal within a few hours but moderate to severe will take several days to heal from completely.
Age: 146
Race: Lycan
Appearance:
Personality: Argen is a stalwart persona with a will as strong as the steel he uses in battle. He always craves a challenge and when he isn't on the job, is always recklessly searching for powerful opponents to test his limits with. While contracted, Argen is practically emotionless. He follows nearly all orders without question nor hesitation and doesn't differentiate between clients. The most bloodthirsty of warlords to the most righteous of knights to the greediest of thieves, as long as they have the payment, Argen has the motivation. Off contract, He is a independent warrior and rarely relies on others for help but he is still a pack animal by nature. To the people who are close to him, he safeguards them with his life. Should he ever have a woman to warm his bed, he will remain completely loyal to her. His close friends have his heart and his sword (free of charge
) He is driven and to see this titan-in-human-skin falter is the equivalent of seeing the moon fall out of the sky.Where are they from: Nomadic Village in the Tundra near NearGashia
History: From the moment Argen could hold a stick, he was put to the sword, like every other child in his village. A nomadic village of Lycans living just outside of NearGashia's territory. A tribe of fully fledged wolfen warriors. Even in a tribe of Lycans specifically raised to be fighters, Argen and twin sister, Vela Ninguel stood out amongst the rest of the children. Clear prodigies were born in the snows of NearGashia and as they grew older, the only fighters who proved a challenge to them were the oldest, most veteran combatants or each other. Despite constantly fighting, Vela and Argen were as tightly knit as the scarlet scarves they both wore. They both cared deeply for each other and their family. Mother (Vera) was everything you would expect from a mother wolf. Incredibly kind, warm hearted, compassionate and loving, but f**k with her cubs and it was guaranteed death. Not the quick and painless kind either. They had three younger siblings, two girls (Luna and Rem) and one boy (Hakan). Argen's father (Venton) was a man wise beyond his years. He had once been a strong warrior, like the other men, but had fallen to a grave illness that he had been fighting for many decades. The other Lycans mocked his father for being a weakling but it wasn't too long before the twin prodigies reigned at the top of the village. While Vela was content with leading the tribe and protecting her people, Argen wanted more. He wanted to learn more than just what the tribe had to offer. How much stronger could people get? How many opponents were out there waiting for him that could kill him without batting an eye. The thought made his heart race and it wasn't long before he made the decision to go out into the world to gain strength beyond what they currently had.
Needless to say, Argen's family didn't agree with his ambitions and Vela challenged him to open combat. The twins danced a dance that even the devil and death would be envious of. The deadly exchange of blows and blades between the tribe's two best warriors. Argen came out victorious....by a follicle of hair on his head. There was a moment of hesitation within his twin as she was about to land the decisive blow on her brother and it was a moment that Argen did not let escape. It cost her the battle but ironically, Argen could not bring himself to land the decisive blow either. They merely sat in the crimson dyed snow, blood matting the fur on their half beast forms and tears streaming down their faces. As strongly as they may have felt, they couldn't end each other's lives. Argen promised to return to them once a year until he found the strength he was searching for. As the days went by and Argen was about to leave, his mother had knit his scarlet scarf together with his twin sister's. A request from her apparently, so she could always safeguard her reckless twin brother in his journey.
Throughout the years, Argen fought many adversaries, claim close to death more times than he could count, realized his shortcomings, and increased his strengths. He learned many different styles of fighting from across the kingdoms and his current style of fighting is a culmination of all that knowledge. He saw many horrors in the world that were unbeknownst to his clan and even was employed by some of these horrible people. Still, his strength as a warrior earned him the coin he needed to travel the known world. He never missed the anniversary with his tribe either, surprisingly.
Magic/Abilities: Argen doesn't know how to use any form of magic (he's never learned) but he has been nearly killed by it enough times to learn how to avoid the worst of them. Where is magical prowess is lacking, his physical talent makes up for it in leaps and bounds. His racial traits give him enhanced physical traits. Things such as strength, tenacity, agility, reflexes, etc. His perception is several times that of a regular person and it makes sneaking up on him an impossible task unless it is a master assassin. Whenever he shifts forms, these physical traits only become more enhanced, becoming faster, stronger and bigger. While he can fight for hours without succumbing to his wounds, Argen is still mortal. Fatal wounds will still end him like any other living being though it might take him a minute to finally collapse. Wounds inflicted by magic, negate his regeneration, as they were wounds dealt with Ether. The physical wounds will heal but the damage to his soul will remain as if he was a common human being. His regeneration also has clear limits. Minor wounds heal within a few hours but moderate to severe will take several days to heal from completely.