Zhen the Seeker of KnowledgeZhen created on 02nd of December 2023, and is currently 20 years old (24 hours played).
Title: the Seeker of Knowledge Gender: Male Level: 25 Class: human monk
Background history:
- Child of Darkness - posted at 2023-12-16 04:36:16
Child of DarknessZhen was born as a slave in a complex on the outskirts of Darkhaven. He
was never once shown love or affection as a child. From the time he could
walk he was forced to compete with the other children for food, water and
bedding.
Everyone in the complex had ashen white skin. Zhen was the only one with
darker skin and thus he was simply called 'dark one' by the others. When he
was five years old he was put into the fighting pits, put into matches
against children of similar age. Despite their small muscles and
incoordination the battles would often end in great pain.
By the time he was seven years old the children had settled into clear
groups. There were those that were a head taller than the rest and excelled
in the pits. There were those that were average sized, who could hold their
own against others their size and pummel the smaller children. And then
there were the runts. Being small and weak they were at the mercy of the
others. Zhen belonged to this group.
Constantly beaten and humiliated, with no end in sight, Zhen was nearly
ready to give up on life and resign himself to the fact that he would only
ever lose. Whether through fate or happenstance, he found something that
would change everything.
During a routine beating in the pit, he was sent sprawling onto the sandy
floor. As he braced himself to get up, he felt something hard under one of
his hands. It felt like a stone but it seemed carved, like a small statue.
He kept the small stone gripped tightly within his fist for the rest of the
battle and once enough of his blood was spilled he was allowed to return to
the communal pens. He huddled himself alone in a corner and slowly opened
his hand, revealing a small statue. It was a perfect carving of the God of
Blood, Davairus, made out of pure ebony. Either by a trick of his mind or
in reality it felt as if it was thrumming with power. Simply focusing on it
seemed to bolster his strength and firm up his resolve to look to the next
day and the next.
He tightly gripped the small statue every night as he slept, and hid it
every day when he had to leave the pens. Whether through divine
intervention or sheer luck he started to grow rapidly and his agility
quickly improved. It was not long before he ascended to the middle rank.
By the time he was nine he had ascended to the top group. He had never
asked anyone about the statue before because he feared it would be
discovered and taken away. It was not until he was eleven years old and
when he was one of the strongest children that he asked another if they knew
any gods that looked like a dragon. By luck or destiny, they did and they
told Zhen of the God of Blood.
From that day on, any time Zhen clutched the statue in his fist or went into
battle, he would send a silent prayer to Davairus in his mind, to strengthen
him in order to spill the blood of his enemies.
Zhen remained a slave until he turned seventeen. It was then that the
compound was raided. He didn't know who was attacking the guards or why,
but he didn't care. He and all of the other children took the opportunity
to flee, killing their oppressors in their wake.
Once Zhen was free, he decided upon his own name and sought to learn more of
the God of Blood. He found a secluded monastery in Dankbark wood. Within
lived a single monk, a devotee of the God of Blood, and they took Zhen in.
There he trained in the art of the monk, all the while strengthening his
devotion to his God.
Once he felt he was competent enough in the martial arts, he set out from
the monastery with a goal to gain honor and to spread the faith of his God,
whether by word or blood.
Description:
Though he appears to be a human of ordinary height and stature, there is
little else about him that is ordinary. His whole head and face are
completeley hairless except for two thin eyebrows. The black eyebrows cut a
sharp contrast against his light brown skin. His brown eyes sit far back
within his eye sockets. Those orbs look out from within their caverns,
constantly assessing and calculating. A small nose sits in the center of
his face and his thin lips appear to be slightly pursed. Every visible
muscle appears taunt and ready to surge with power at any instant. He
stands easily balanced, ready to leap in any direction. He looks like he
would be quite a formidable foe in combat.
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