Post by Isengrim on Aug 15, 2015 16:17:29 GMT
Gyasi Nangwaya: The Burning Man
THE PROFILE
Name: Gyasi Nangwaya
Nickname: N/A
Title: The Burning Man
Species: Human
Race: Nwaati Tribesman
Visual Age: 30
Factual Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Class: Pyromancer/Summoner, Hunter
Specialization: Pyromancy, Chain Manipulation, Stealth and Tracking.
Rank: Citizen
THE DIAGNOSTICS
Hair: Bald
Facial Hair: None
Eyes: Completely White
Eye Brows: Black
Ears: Round, nothing notable
Nose: A bit on the wide side
Lips: Full, Dark coloration
Build: Muscular, fibrous and toned. Very little body fat. Larger than a runner, smaller than a body builder
Skin Tone: Charcoal Black
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 190 lbs
Voice: Deep and resonant. Has a thick Nwaati accent.
Handed: Right
Body Markings: Ash grey chains criss crossing his arms, chest, back, shoulders, and legs.
Scar Tissue: Battle scars and scratches, the more noticeable ones covered by bandages
Unique Body Features: Aside from his skin tone, eye color, and markings, none to speak of.
THE DOSSIER
Quirks: Occasionally reverts to his native tongue when speaking to himself or when angry or shocked.
Virtue/Creed: Vengeance
Motivation: To exact revenge on those who would enslave others
Goal: To crush the organization that destroyed his village and killed his family and his betrothed
Fear: He has lost everything. There is little to fear.
Likes
- Birds
- Music
- Dogs
- Swimming
Dislikes
- Slavery
- Animal Abuse
- Chains
Physical Description: The most noticeable features on Gyasi's person at first glance would definitely have to be his skin color and his eyes. His skin is darker than many untravelled folk would have seen before in their lives. Typically, skin tends to range from a pale almost pinkish hue, up to a dark ebony brown. But the Nwaati people are identified by their charcoal black skin. From head to toe, even on the palms of their hands and soles of their feet. His eyes are also unique in the way that they are completely white. Not like a blind man's eyes, which seem to be covered by a thin white film where the pupil and sclera can be seen underneath. His eyes are completely void of any features aside from the thin red veins on the edges of his eyes, which flare up whenever he is making use of his abilities.
His dress reflects his heritage, as he has tried to keep touch with his roots so as to not lose himself entirely to his quest for revenge. He wears a thick hooded cloth cloak, dyed brown, that reaches down to the middle of his shins. Beneath that he wears an equally thick cloth loin cloth, which covers most of his waist, his upper and inner thighs, as well as his buttocks. Around his upper torso, forearms, and shins, he wears white cloth wrappings which serve to cover up the majority of the ash-grey chains that criss-cross around his body. He occasionally wears the shackles he was forced to wear as a slave. On his feet, he wears a pair of simple wooden sandals tied in place by hemp rope.
Personality Description: Gyasi's manner of speech tends to be dry and direct. He wastes no words. He is capable and willing to partake in polite small talk, but is typically quiet and reserved. He is known for bouts of sarcasm and can be quite rancorous but is generally a kind man. His sense of humor is limited, but not entirely non-existent. He places his goal above others and will not hesitate to break laws, or push aside or eliminate any who stand in his way. That being said, he knows to pick his battles and will try to keep a low profile when possible.
THE TALENTS
Abilities
- Blessing of Idvesti: Flame and Chains
- Pyromancy:Able to summon flames and manipulate existing flames. Flames being manipulated by him turn a deep red, regardless of their heat, source, or chemical composition.
- Heat Resistance: His own flames do not burn him, and heat from other sources does little to faze him. He can pick up a heated piece of metal directly from a forge without blinking an eye.
- Chain Manipulation: He can summon chains from his body at will. When summoned, they appear to grow from his body, no from thin air, and are retracted afterwards or dispelled. If cut or dispelled, the chains disappear in a flash of fire. He can also manipulate existing chains freely, without needing to be in direct contact with them. Chains weigh next to nothing to him and are as resistant as high quality chains. They do not melt and cannot be cut or broken by flame
- Thermal Vision: Gyasi is blind, as a result of the blessing, but in exchange, he can see thermal patterns much like a snake with absolute clarity, even to the point of seeing through walls if the object on the other side is hot or cold enough for its thermal signature to trespass the wall or obstacle. The only objects Gyasi can see normally are chains.
- Increased Strength: The strength of his people is impressive in its own right, most of them being in peak physical condition attainable by humans. But the ability has granted him strength just beyond that naturally attainable by a human of his size. While he has a lean, muscular physique, his strength is enough to compare to hulking extremely muscular human men. This often leads to him being underestimated greatly. Also, due to the huge difference in his strength and his weight, other parameters, such as his jumping ability, running speed and striking power, have been bolstered greatly as well.
[ Acquired Abilities ]
- Slightly enhanced hearing: Due to his partial blindness, his ears have developed to pick up signals of his surroundings his altered vision fails to find. It is somewhat comparable to echolocation. It cannot be compared to that of a totally blind person however, who can pick up the tiniest details from sound alone. Rather, he can only notice things in a fifteen feet radius. After that, his hearing is that of a normal human.
Skills [Mastery 1-7]
- Swordsmanship [ 5 ] Is practiced in the arts of swordplay, but as it is not his primary weapon, he cannot call himself a master. That being said, he can defend himself when he has one at hand.
- Archery[ 3 ] Is familiar with the proper use of a bow, but just barely proficient. Can hit a slow moving target at a decent distance, and a stationary target at a good distance. But he would likely not be able to use a bow proficient in active combat.
- Tracking [ 6 ] Years of tracking down slavers has made him an excellent tracker despite being blind. His thermal vision allows him to see things that others do not and is able to collect and tie together seemingly unrelated information
- Stealth [ 7 ] Despite his size, he is very good at moving in the shadows, and keeping quite. He can also use his chain magic in ways that allow him to move in impossible ways.
- Minor emotion detection [ 3 ] When close enough to a person, his thermal vision allows him to see the changes in body temperature that come with certain emotions such as anger, fear, anxiety, arousal, and excitement, and using context clues, can discern with some degree of accuracy which emotion specifically it is the person is feeling.
CLOTHING & ARMOR
Head Hood
Neck Hood
Chest Cloth wrappings
Back Cloak
Arms Cloth Wrappings on forearms
Right Hand N/A
Left Hand N/A
Right Accessory Shackle
Left Accessory Shackle
Waist Loin Cloth
Legs Cloth wrappings on shins
Feet Wooden Sandals
ARMAMENT
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EQUIPMENT
Items: Knapsack with typical travelling equipment, waterskin, dried meats, spare wrappings, herbs, etc. Nothing of value aside from his shackles.
Weapons None.
BACKGROUND
Birthplace Nwaati Village
Bio/History Gyasi once lived in the lands beyond the borders of Etirath, a proud Nwaati hunter. His life was simple, and good. He was to be married to the daughter of one of the village elders, which brought pride to his family, to be selected among many suitors. But, alas, the day never came. One night his village was raided by a band of slavers. They struck suddenly and silently. In almost an instant, half the village was aflame. He and the other men of his village took arms against their assailants, but were out numbered and out classed. He found himself being held down by a number of the assailants, laughing at his futile struggles as they immobilized him with chains and ropes, he could do nothing but watch as the women were dragged out of their homes, some of them naked and bloodied, and either beaten and killed, or beaten and chained, before being loaded up into caravans. The last of which he recognized instantly; Maliri, his future wife. His reaction was to be expected, shouts and struggles, before quickly being silenced by a blow to the head, knocking him unconscious.
He awoke much later, already in the slaver's compound, which became his prison for the next few months. There he was beaten and tortured, as all the other slaves, in an attempt to break his spirit, and force him into submission. Many of his friends and loved ones died there. Either from exhaustion, suicide, or killed by the slavers. Many of the women suffered more than the men. Rarely would they be seen without swollen, bruised thighs from days of repeated sexual abuse. Among the women, he did not see Maliri, which brought him to fear the worst. As time passed, his strength seemed to drain from him. He no longer had any reason to live. One night while being moved from the examination area to his cage, he heard an unfortunately familiar scream. He looked off towards the sound of the scream, and there she was; Maliri. She had lost much weight, and had many scars and bruises, more so than many of the women. Two slavers trying to pull her into a secluded corner, for obvious reasons. Despite having seen this many times, Gyasi could not simply sit and watch as Maliri was to be violated once again by her captors. His unexpected flight allowed him to break free of those escorting him, and he attacked the Maliri's assailants. The struggle didn't last long. His escorts had him pinned to the ground in seconds, his strength not being what it used to be. Maliri's captors taunted and beat him, before deciding upon a particularly cruel idea. Both Maliri and Gyasi were taken to the secluded area, where, before his very eyes, she was raped violently. Gyasi screamed as his head was held straight and his eyes held open, being forced to watch as the men took turns desecrating the his wife in many horrible ways. He vomited bile and blood at the sight, and was thrown into his own spew before being beaten even further. Maliri lay on the ground, broken and bloodied. The captors then pulled her up by her hair, and slit her throat right before him. Gyasi scream seemed to strip the very flesh from his throat, before he could take no more, and passed out.
The weeks after that were a blur. He hated himself. Hated himself for being weak. His depression only spiraled faster than it had before. He hated himself for not being able to save Maliri, and even more, he hated the slavers. He hated them beyond anything else in this world. If only he were stronger. If only he could end them in the most violent way possible. His depression took another angle, and turned into deep rooted, burning hatred, a desire for revenge. His very soul seemed to call upon vengeance.
And one night, vengeance answered that call.
He woke up in an unfamiliar place. Chains now held up against a wall... a wall? No. He looked down. There was a steep cliff beneath his feet, the chains were all that kept him from falling into the darkness below. He was chained to the side of a mountain in an unknown crag. As far as the eye could see, sharp, jagged rocks pierced through inky darkness topped with a light, ominous haze. From beside him he could hear a large creature moving. What it was he did not know, but he could feel his hard beating against his chest. From the corner of his eye he saw an enormous grey arm reach out and grab the mountain and pull itself forward. What he saw before him a was a terrible creature had never seen or heard of. Its body was entirely grey, it had enormous grey wings, which seemed to glow deep red from within. But the most terrifying thing of this creature was that it had no face. Where it's eyes and nose should be, just above its mouth, was a gaping hole that reached the other side of his head, allowing any who looked at him to see right through him. The creature brought its face close to the tiny, dark, broken man before him. A voice seemed to resonate around him. "You are very right to fear. It is not often that one calls upon my name so loudly... I have taken interest in you, human." Said the voice. Gyasi stared, in shock, but said nothing. " Ahh... You don't know who I am... Well... no matter... That which you seek, I can give it to you..."
Gyasi did not say a word. He knew not of which this thing spoke... what did he seek? What could this thing give him?
Just then, a blood curdling scream seemed to echo across the chasm, coming from everywhere and nowhere. His chains tightened and the air around him seemed to heat up intensely. "Now do you remember? Human? How quickly can you forget, in the face of fear, this is all you have to offer?" boomed the voice of the creature, over the scream.
Gyasi listened in horror as he slowly came to realize whos screams they were... Maliri. The scene that plagued his nightmares flooded his mind, and the hatred towards his captors steadied his heart.
For the first time, he stared evenly at the creature before him. The screams continued, and the heat continued to intensify. He had never seen nor heard of this creature or anything like it, but suddenly, he seemed to know exactly who he was looking at.
"Yes, that's right. Now you know who I am... now tell me... what is it that you want. For what purpose have you summoned me. Say it, and I will make it real."
Gyasi's eyes narrowed. His mind flooded with the image of all the bloodied, beaten people of his tried. Of Maliri. Of his laughing captors. He opened his mouth and uttered a single word. "Vengeance."
The creature hovered away from Gyasi. "So be it." echoed the voice. He drew his sword and pointed it at Gyasi "But like everything else in this world, this blessing comes with a price. You have sought death and evil, and therefore will relinquish your right to gaze upon the beauty of life and that which is good. You will see only that which burns. And so you never forget the reason for why I have given you this blessing, the very chains which you have come to loathe, will be the only clarity offered to you, for as long as you live. With that that ties you down as your weapon, you will offer no mercy to those who have wronged you, and with the fires of hatred, you will carry out your divine mission. This is my blessing."
The words echoed into his mind, engraving themselves into his memory. Then, the screams around him intensified. The air seemed to ignite. His vision faded, and he now saw nothing but pure, hot white. The chains which held him to the rock now seemed to crush him, falling into his skin, burning and branding him. He screamed in pain as he was crushed and burned alive by the weight of his vengeance. He felt he would die right there, yet he knew he would not. He did not fear.
It was over before long. He woke up in his cage, and opened his eyes, and his eyes were welcomed by a mix of colors. Oranges, reds, blues, blacks, greens and whites. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. but no clarity was offered. He panicked for a second before remembering the dream. Was it a dream? Or... He examined his surroundings a bit and noticed that the images seemed to make some degree of sense. While it was mostly dark, he seemed to be able to see the forms of things around him. The few torches set around the area burned bright white. The slaves in their cages were now orange forms, curled up in their sleep. He held up his arm, his chains dragged along the floor. Oddly enough, they seemed to be the only thing he could see clearly... Also, they were firmly attached to him, but he felt no weight. They did nothing to hinder him. In fact, He seemed to be able to feel them as he felt his own arm or leg. Not so much as the tactile senses, but he could sense their presence.. and... He grabbed one end of the chain, and tugged slightly. It offered no resistance, it simply let go of the cuff around his wrist. The words echoed in his mind: With that that ties you down as your weapon, you will offer no mercy to those who have wronged you, and with the fires of hatred, you will carry out your divine mission. This is my blessing.
Gyasi decided that the time to act was right then. He stood, and removed all of his chains. He could feel the power awakening within him. Strength which had long since left him returned. His body burned as he readied to exact his vengeance. He held out his arm and could feel the power pooring out from him. The chains flowed out before coiling on the ground. He close his hand around it and it stopped flowing. He stared for a moment at the chains. This is who he was now... an envoy of vengeance... the time has come to pay back the slavers for the deaths and pain of his people.
He felt the fury burn inside him, pooring into the chains. They began to glow, slightly at first, before becoming a deep white, igniting in deep red flames. He drew back the whip and struck out at the bars of the iron cage, they cut through the bars in a flash of sparks and the screech of superheated metal on metal... He stepped out from his cage and began his mission.
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By the time the sun had risen, the slaves were free, and the compound was aflame. The slavers were being piled up and burned alive by the slaves. Gyasi had not stayed to celebrate with the slaves. Some of the slavers had escaped, and he had learned that these slavers were part of a larger group of slavers. And that his new mission panned out into a larger journey that would take him far across the land. He was a hunter in his village, and this had not changed. All that had changed was his target. Rather than animals used to eat, he chose to hunt the animals that did not deserve the gift of life given to them, and therefore stole the life from those that did.
He journey took him across the lands, where he encountered a few more compounds. Each one was promptly razed to the ground and before long, he had gained a name for himself: "The Burning Man" He was described as a spirit, who took the form of a tall man, skin like charcoal, ash grey chains drawn across his body, With flames as red as blood and the strength of a man two or three times his size. He slaughtered the slavers with no mercy, and broke through all chains as though they were strings.
It was under this name that a bounty was placed on his head. He managed to escape scrutiny by covering his forearms, shins, and chest covered in cloth wrappings, as well as a cloak draped over his shoulders to cover the remaining chains.
Relations:
Aleksandria Kostya: Leader of the crime organization that is behind the attack on his people, and the murder of his betrothed. While they would not be able to identify each other even if they are face to face, they are aware of each other's actions. Gyasi losing everything to Alek's organization attacking the village, as well as the bounty on his head forcing him to keep a low profile, and Alek's organization has suffered losses due to Gyasi's attacks on the slave compounds.