Hunter's face was that of extreme shock. He was perverted to an extent and very bloodthirsty, but he had genuinely meant being paid money and not in sexual favours. However, explaining that to Gwen would be a step towards convincing her he wasn't a horrible psycopath, and he would have none of that. Masking his shock as quickly as it had come, a smirk crawled to the side of his mouth, shortly followed by the audible "Well, a guy can dream" After Beuce led Cierra away from them, Hunter couldn't help chuckle a little to him. "Ha, he actually thinks he's got a sho-" Hunter began before he was cut off by what was quite possibly the loudest sound he had ever heard. The elder man was once again shocked, but he soon recovered and regained his cocky attitude. "I bet she's fakin' it. Pity goes a long way eh?" he said out loud, even though nobody could hear. He began walking after Gwen, knowing fully well he should be next to her in case of any traps but making sure to keep his distance behind, watching her butt as he walked. "The way that guy hits on every female he sees, and he's not even doing it right. Worst still, he's trying to steal my limelight. Somebody's gonna have to teach 'im a lesson" Hunter said, believing exactly what he said. "Ginger, I might be better than you at just about everything, but remind me to never go against ya in a competition to see who has the better ass. Speaking of which, walk a little straighter, you gotta get the angles right" he said, being distracted just enough that he wasn't realizing how dangerous the words he spoke were. Sven watched as Gawain was being whipped. Only a few minutes ago he had been ready to defend the halfbreed, but now he had no desire to do so whatsoever. Gawain had stepped far out of line and insulted Orpheus directly. Insulting Feo he could understand and actually encouraged, but Orpheus was very highly ranked, aswell as being a friend of Sven's, and he wouldn't stand by and let his friends get mistreated. Stepping over to the undead that was lashing Gawain, he reached over and took the whip from the undead's hands. If the halfbreed was to be punished, he wanted to do it himself. He began cracking the whip with intense force on his victim, making every strike count, and hopefully send a message that he wasn't important enough to get any privileges. Gawain simply lay there on the ground as he was being lashed. If he tried, perhaps he could get the undead away from him and with luck escape, maybe. Even if he could though, he chose not to even attempt it. If he managed to get the undead off him, he would have many more to get through before any chance of escape was possible. Not only that, but he would have to deal with Sven, General Orpheus, and the other lustors around. Chances of survival were practically nonexistant if he tried. His face twisted into that now-familiar grimace of pain as he felt yet another lashing hit him, this one much harder than the rest. Seconds later, another one came, followed by a third and fourth. Each hit getting progressively more painful. There must have been a new punisher, but that didn't matter, it didn't help his situation one bit. The fifth strike from this new torturer came harder than the rest, and it was at this point Gawain let out an audible cry of pain. This continued throughout the next forty lashes, the soldier taking each one without any attempt of escape, yet silently praying it came to an end quickly all the same.
Glen braced himself as Vanitas started talking. He had a feeling it was going to be a tough fight, and one he should take seriously. Gripping his keyblade a little tighter, Glen was as prepared as he could bee. The next few moments went by so quickly it was like one big blur, yet Glen would remember it for a very long time regardless. One minute Vanitas was standing there and the next he wasn't, seemingly gone because of the sheer speed he moved at. Glen began turning on the spot, trying to find him. Where is he? he thought to himself. He got his answer only seconds later as he felt searing pain coming from his right side. Vanitas had hit, and he had hit hard. Collapsing onto one knee from that single hit, his pride was hurt far more than his body. Despite everything, he had been taken down with one single hit. Not a string of hits, not any ridiculously big attack either, a single, simple hit from Vanitas. He could hear Kaida faintly, hearing her yelling about coming back. "You got lucky..this time, but next time..I'm going to tear...you apart" Glen said between breaths. His keyblade fell to the ground and vanished in a small amount of light, let go by Glen, and the keyslinger's body fell shortly afterwards, the last fighting spark within him vanishing directly after his weapon did.
Ananta - N/A Base - N/A Beuce - ★★★★ Cat - ★★★★★ D'daer - N/A Eon - ★★★★★ Etrius - ★★★★ Glen - ★ Kaida - ★★★★★★ Karina - ★★★★★ Kel - ★★★★★★ Kross - N/A Krowley - N/A Luna - N/A Steel - N/A Stratos - ★★★★★
Hmm...this is a tough decision for me, there's quite a few people i'd say deserve it, but I think i'm going to have to go with Beuce.
Hunter couldn't help but chuckle a little bit as Cierra spoke of Sven. "So you really are a sex slave!" he exclaimed. He loved pushing peoples' buttons, it was one of the things he found enjoyment in the most, and he took every opportunity to do so. After Cierra knocked Gwen's bow away from her and brought up proving her worth, Hunter couldn't help but put his two cents in once again. "You keep saying things that make it seem like you're going to kill us" he said, now laughing a little. It was a laughter that made him sound even more cocky than he already seemed to most that knew him or knew of him. "One thing you're gonna need to get through your head, I ain't gonna go down so easy to Mordecai himself, let alone some little girl with kinky chains, ya got that?" he said, fully believing what he said. "But if you're lookin' for some little boy, there're plenty of them back there. If you're willin' to pay, we can come to some little agreement" he said, showing his lack of loyalty. While he was certainly on the humans' side, Hunter was an easily bought man. Gawain shut his mouth. Orpheus was right, he did outrank him. No matter how hard he fought, no matter how well he did, Orpheus would always outrank him, his parents had seen to that. Still seething slightly but knowing defeat, he turned his back to the general and began slowly walking away, still listening to him speak as he did. He continued going, right up until Orpheus called him 'half blood', at which point he turned around. His fellow soldiers calling him that, he was fine with. He was used to it, and they were like family to him, but anyone aside from them calling him that he absolutely hated. He knew it wasn't meant as a nickname, or a friendly jab or anything, it was a direct insult. Rank or not, he wouldn't just let it slide. Turning around, he stepped forward and began walking towards the necromancer. "You use my blood as a way to insult me, and you think you can get away with it because you're Lord Mordecai's *****? I may be a half blood, but you run around injecting your blood into corpses! What are you, the whore of necrophilia? I bet you even-" he started, being cut off abruptly as he was punched in the jaw and knocked to the ground. Sven pulled back his arm and let it relax at his side, satisfied for the moment after his strike to Gawain's jaw. "You may have had the right ideas about protecting the other soldiers, and I can respect that, but if you dare to speak to Orpheus in that tone ever again, I'm going to rip your head off and mount it on a pike as a warning to anybody else who grows a pole up their ass big enough to make them think they're important. What do you think that's going to do to your other soldiers' morale? Keep your opinions to yourself, Freak" Sven spat out, insulting Gawain as he did so. Gawain got up right as the last words left Sven's mouth and threw himself at Sven with the strength of a lion. Stepping to the side and ducking a little bit, Sven reacted quickly. Delivering a swift punch to Gawain's stomach, he winded the soldier and then took a brief step back and performed a devastating kick to Gawain's back, sending him crashing to the ground. He watched as Gawain fell to the ground and remained there, knowing defeat when he saw it. "Forgotten already? I'm your superior too, freak. Don't even think for a second you've got what it takes to take me on, you won't get a second chance next time" he said, literally kicking Gawain while he was down.
Gexln scratched his head thoughtfully for a moment. What could he tell her to do now? He knew all kinds of techniques for darkness when it came to fighting, but as to how to teach them, he had absolutely no idea. "Alright, now..throw it at me" he ordered. He had to test how strong the magic was. He had no doubt that he could take the hit, and this was the only way he could think of to see just how much she was learning. As Beuce appeared and began spouting his usual nonsense, surprisingly Gexln found himself unable to disagree with him. In the years it had been since he had seen him last, he was still just as frustrating as ever, but he was right about being better than Gexln when it came to magic. "On second thought, throw it at him instead. He knows magic better than me, he should know what it should feel like" Gexln lied. While Beuce was by far the better sorcerer, Gexln was certain that he himself knew what a dark firaga should feel like, but if there was a way to knock the cocky attitude out of the red mage then he was more than happy to take it. Juliet had finished talking to the villagers. She couldn't help but feel pain within her, for she knew she would have to leave them all once again, and soon. There was a war to be fought, but at the same time she had seen the strength of the agents...could they really defeat them? Would it be better to face the agents and die trying, or stay where she was, with all the people that cared for her, and simply wait in happiness? She couldn't though. Although she hadn't spent much time with Gexln, he was still her father and she did still want to get to know her father, to see what it was in him that her mother had seen, and she wouldn't see that sitting still in a village. But maybe.. Juliet had an idea. She turned and gave a quick smile to the people that had raised her, that had loved and cared for her after her mother had left. "I'll be back soon!" she called out, summoning her keyblade. Tossing it into the air, it turned into its glider form and she hopped up onto it. She had heard of where the others were going to, and she had a feeling her father would be there with them. After all, she was probably there with him. Earlier, shortly after she had spoken with the villagers, she had sat down in deep concentration and attempted to do the same technique her father did; the thing that allowed him to track a person's darkness. She hadn't been successful with anybody aside from her father, but that was enough, so she sped off in the direction she had gotten a reading from, eager to speak with Gexln.
Glen couldn't believe what was going on. Not only was Gothel not in danger, but the only reason she kept Rapunzel around was because of her hair, which apparently could heal with a simple song? Did this mean that it wasn't Kaida that was the princess, but Rapunzel? On top of everything, she had also been working with Vanitas. This got Glen's blood boiling. He gave a swift nod as Kaida said she was going to take the princess away. "I'll kill the masked coward" he said, a slightly grim edge to his voice as he spoke. This was what he had been waiting for; a chance to kill Vanitas.
Equipping Second Wind for Glen, should leave him with 1 ap left.
As Beuce was talking to mysterious voices inside his head, Hunter simply assumed he had a severe mental disorder. His idea of locating the tile, however, was a good one. If they were to lift the tile they would need to know where it was. Pretending that Gwen hadn't thought of finding it before, he pulled out a map and laid it out on the ground. "Voices in your head won't tell you anything, ya need a good map to tell ya where it's layin'" Hunter said. He began pointing at a point on the map. "This here's where we're sittin'," he said, pointing to the marker that said 'Ginger, Hothead, and Most-awesome-guy-to-ever-exist', as seen from Hunter's perspective. "And i'm guessing the tile's riiiiiight over..." he said, moving his finger along as spoke. He stopped suddenly, encountering a problem. The entire right side of the human district map was black and faded at the edges, probably because he hadn't explored there yet. He put away the map quickly, hopefully before anybody noticed his mistake. He did it just in time to hear what Gwen said about the no killing rule. "No killin'? Are you serious, Ginger? You know what, I don't wanna follow you anymore" he said, crossing his arms and turning away from her, acting very childish. He would have continued, but he heard the sound of chains dragging along. Hunter wasn't the smartest person, but even he knew that the humans that lived in the human district didn't walk around in chains. "Everybody quiet, I think I hear some kind of sex slave" he said, trying to focus on the direction the sounds were coming from. Sven stopped as Feo floated away. He had been waiting for the kill order before attacking, but now it seemed his chance had gone. He glanced over at Orpheus to try to see his reaction, but couldn't get much of a reading. Turning to look in the direction of the human district they were laying siege to now, he focused his attention on that. Inside, there were a lot of humans, simply standing there and waiting. While their orders were to starve them out, Sven desperately wanted to simply run in there and slaughter them, but for the moment he stood still. Gawain was more than a little pissed off. Not only had this person killed for mere entertainment, but now he was floating away like a coward? It frustrated him beyond belief. Racing over to an undead, he picked it up and simply threw it at Feo. The undead didn't come anywhere near Feo, though it did go higher in the air than most would expect, but it did come crashing down harmlessly in a pile of bones and rotting flesh. Maybe Orpheus wouldn't be happy, but he didn't care. He didn't serve Orpheus, he served Mordecai. "Why did you give him time to run? Why did you wait? He got away because of you!" he called out in anger at the Necromancer.
Un-equipping the phoenix down Glen has because I don't want to suffer the same fate as camelot
Glen stopped where he was, as he looked at the door. What was the purpose of it? Where did it even lead? His attention was taken from the door for a moment as Kaida regained consciousness at last. The princess was awake, but it didn't seem like she had any recollection of her past, at least she didn't mention any. "Yeah, we did. No idea how Mushu could spit so many fireballs at such a high speed, that little lizard sure does work fast" Glen commented, actually somewhat impressed with how tough Mushu was. Why couldn't he have been that useful in the land of dragons? It sure would have helped against Shan-Yu, rather than him sitting there yelling morale support. Glen shuddered at the memory. That Hun had made a mockery of him. Shaking off the thought, Glen looked in the direction they had been going. Somewhere in that direction, somewhere over there, was Vanitas and his cowardly act. He would pay. The princess' recollection would have to wait for the moment, until Vanitas was stopped. "Are you alright? Can you walk? We need to get to Vanitas as soon as we can" he asked Kaida, trying to hurry them along.
As Gwen walked away, Hunter turned to follow. He picked up his blade and began walking behind her, intending to follow her and fight his way through the undead once he found himself on the other side of the wall. He only got a few steps when he heard Feo talk. He stopped for a moment, a little annoyed but mainly out of curiousity; what would the boy say in defeat? After a few more moments, he decided it probably wasn't worth it, he was all talk and no action. Nothing he could say would piss off Hunter, after all, Hunter only took his words with a grain of- "Come at me little piglet, or do you not have the balls." This phrase stopped Hunter in his tracks as the insult registered. It didn't piss him off, but it did push him closer towards the decision to outright kill him. He held up his hands and gave a sort of shrug, almost as if to say 'why do I even bother?' and then opened his mouth. Spoiler: WARNING, this part contains mature content and should not be read by anybody of a young age. It contains very violent material. *narrator voice* viewer discretion is advised "Kids these days, what are you going to do? No matter what you do, they always insist on opening their ****ing mouths. Only way to change that is to silence them forever" he said, sounding somewhat sarcastic in the way he spoke but meaning every word he said. Taking a few steps towards Feo, he dropped his blade to the ground with a clang as he leaped forward and gripped a hand around one of Gwen's arrows. Ripping it out of Feo, he watched as the blood started seeping from the wound. "Figured you wanted that removed, you're welcome" he said simply. He then held the arrow in front of his own face and pretended to examine it closely. "You know, on second thought, I liked it better when it was killing ya" he said, a slightly cold edge to his voice. His eyes narrowing in concentration, Stefano shot his hand forward with surprising speed and plunged the arrow back into the area Feo's heart would be in. He then ripped it out once more, and again he stabbed it into his victim. Again and again he repeated this motion, blood pouring out of the boy and splashing and slowly covering Hunter's hands as he ruthlessly gutted Feo with nothing but the arrow itself. After a good minute and a half, he ended by sticking the arrow in Feo's skull, grabbing his blade, and cutting the head of the lustor clean off along with both of his arms. He casually watched the head as it fell onto the ground with a thud, and he gave a small smile as he looked at Feo's arms on the ground. "You won't be able to start any fights anymore, Scrawny, now you're just plain 'armless" the murderer said, making a horrible joke that should never be uttered again. Satisfied, he turned to look in the direction of Beuce. "You know, I can't quite pick what it is about you, but something about you just screams awesome, I'm going to go with the flaming crotch thing. You're still not quite as hot as I am, but hey you're gettin' there" he said, before turning and going after Gwen to make sure she didn't get all the credit for going around the commander's request.
Glen skidded back from the impact that Thresholder had done. It had stung quite a bit, and he could most certainly feel it. It appeared Kaida had felt it more though, being knocked out on the ground, and Etrius, Cat, and Rapunzel would have surely felt it too. This battle was getting more dangerous by the second, something had to be done. Glen glanced to Mushu on his shoulder, who had been spitting out fireballs for quite some time now. How he had kept it up for so long, he had no idea, but he was thankful all the same. "Thanks for helping, Mushu, but I've got it from here on out" he said, as Mushu stopped firing his fireballs and simply disappeared; his job as a summon completed. He had told Mushu he had the battle handled, and he intended to live up to his word. One ally had gone down already, he wasn't going to tolerate another one. With a huge rush of Adrenaline he raced forward and began his assault. He was swinging his keyblade with extraordinary proficiency, knocking the hands onto a mine each, then he attacked the left one and hit it onto the other mine that was sitting nearby. There was only one more mine nearby from what he could tell, and he had to make it count or else all was for nothing. With a huge leap Glen went up into the sky and came crashing down onto the Thresholder as it prepared to do a two-handed strike on it and slammed the fists into the other mine. Unfortunately for Glen, he hadn't planned it out entirely, and as the hands went onto the mine, so did he. The force of the impact hit him and sent him flying away from it, landing a short distance away from it with a loud thud. "Ouch..did not think that one through" he commented. He looked back to where the Thresholder had been, seeing that the smoke from the explosions was now gone. In its place sat a regular door, no longer a heartless. The heartless was defeated.
Oh, idk maybe lol
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Hunter simply lay there for a moment, keeping Feo pinned down with one arm while the other was raised ready to punch knock his lights out should he continue to put up a fight, and to his surprise Feo did actually concede; they had won. Still, the comments he had said really annoyed Hunter, and as much as he wanted to reach for his blade and spill a little blood, there was no knowing whether or not what Scrawny had said was the truth or if he knew more than he was letting on, so he decided against it. He started to get up, but halfway through his urges got the better of him, and he found his arm rocketing towards Feo was he gave him a swift right hook to the side of the jaw. Not enough to do any lasting damage, but enough to get the message across. He stood up now and took a few steps back until he was near Gwen. "You can have as much range as you want, but as much as an arrow will hurt, they'll never see you as threatenin'. Sure, you can do some damage, but all you're really doin' is hidin' behind that bow of yours, ain't ya? Nowhere near the impact that a knuckle sandwich gives off" Hunter said, not making up for all the old comments that Gwen had made, but doing his bit in turn. Gawain stayed put, although he was more than a little pissed off. Here he was, simply standing there as this boy tried to justify hurting people for fun, making it seem as though it were just some kind of game? It really riled Gawain up, but he had to refrain from doing anything drastic. He was just a soldier, nobody important, and it was wrong to act as though he was. However, after thinking about it a little more, he found his legs were suddenly able to move, and his body wanted to run over to Feo and crush his skull there and then. A title was only that; a title, in his eyes. It didn't make him any less important. Before he even knew what he was doing, he had taken a few steps towards Feo. He didn't understand why this person they were after was so important, but he did have respect for General Orpheus, so he would hold off until he at least held his answer. Despite every bone in his body telling him no, to just unleash his fury right then, he resisted and simply waited. Sven mentally sighed. Despite what he had said to Cierra, he had sort of hoped she would stand by him. While he couldn't tell her off for what she'd done, and he wouldn't, he by no means liked the outcome of how their conversation had gone down. Other self?, he thought. He, unlike Gawain, could not resist the urge to say something though. Opening his mouth, he called out to Feo. "Well, maybe people would find it a bit easier to lighten up if their comrades weren't being cut down in front of them like worthless garbage. You can't just kill our kind for fun, if you do you may as well be inside of there with the humans helping them out. Nobody here has to 'lighten up', either way you're going to tell us what you know, and you're going to do it right now" he said, an air of authority and confidence to his voice. One thing that hadn't changed from when Sven was young is that when he made a decision he stood by it, no matter what, and he was doing just that.
Gexln thought about what Xepphiras said. She had shown her underconfidence with the keyblade, something he would know how to help her improve on fairly easily, but had made it fairly clear that she was more worried about her control over dark magic than anything. That wouldn't be so easy to teach, even if he knew exactly what it felt like. He hadn't always had good control over his darkness, in fact when he had first become a Nobody there had been several times he had gone into his anti form but been unable to revert, darkness having its hold over him. Which brought up another point. He couldn't remember a moment he'd ever seen Xepphiras actually smile. True, he didn't know her that well, but not even once. The closest she seemed to come was with R, but away from him she had a look that made it seem like she was very much a glass half empty kind of person, what if those negative emotions got the better of her, the same way they had himself? That could be an issue. He stood up now and stepped in front of the girl, about a metre away from her. "If you wanna learn about darkness, you're going to need to contain that depressive nature of yours. You always seem to be upset in some form of another, from what I've seen you've got a little trouble seeing the bright side of things. I can't teach you how to do that, seeing as how i'm not that great at it myself, but i'm just giving you a heads up. As for the magical side of things, well.." he said, pausing to think of how to proceed, "hold out your hand flat, then curl your fingers in like you're grabbing a baseball or something and visualise the firaga itself to start with" he instructed, doing his best to explain things.
Glen ran up to the heartless. His keyblade becoming engulfed in flame as he ran over, he swang at it with all his might in a circular fashion, scorching the heartless before jumping back and awaiting it's reaction Glen used Flame Strike!
Hunter would have probably laughed at Beuce's entrance were he not in the middle of fighting. He outright missed Feo with the sword attack due to Feo's incredible speed, and was left open, but thankfully the opportunity seemed to not be taken. As Gwen performed a crotch-kick to Beuce, he nearly cringed; that had to hurt. He was still having this thought as he heard a movement from his side. It appeared Feo was on the move, but for all his speed he simply wasn't quick enough. A cocky grin appeared on the fighter's face as he held up his sword and his arm to block the strike. It happened in less than an instant. One moment he was blocking, the next the attack connected. It wasn't blocked by the sword, in fact it had seemed to nearly curve out of the way. Did he have some time altering lustor power? Was he secretly Batman? Or was it- no, it couldn't be- had he been hit with the power of a god? Legends spoke of a technique so powerful it would stop at nothing to hit and win the fight, they called it godmodding. He was fighting someone OP, and at that thought a shudder went down his spine. With a slight grunt, Hunter picked himself up off the ground and dusted himself off, winded but otherwise fine. "You still callin' me a pig, Scrawny? Oh you're going to pay for that. Enjoy your last glimpse of light, because after i'm done your head will be so far up your rear you'll never see it again" Hunter threatened, crude but making his intentions clear. With a small leap, Hunter practically dove at Feo and attempted to crash tackle him to the ground, believing him to have the advantage if they fought so close to earth like he intended to. Gawain Griffin, soldier in Mordecai's force of lustors, sat and could only watch on in horror as the soldier in front of him was killed. While it may have been perceived as an act of murder by some, Gawain saw what Orpheus did in front of him not as murder but as an act of mercy. The man may have survived the attack, but he would have been useless afterwards, and there was no room in the army for useless soldiers, so by killing him, Orpheus may have actually helped him. It wasn't him that Gawain was looking at, but rather the lustor to his side. The boy he was looking at was someone he didn't recognize, but Gawain knew one thing; he was a murderer. While he didn't kill the soldier, he had undeniably been the reason the soldier had died. The soldier had been the main reason that Gawain had the nickname of Freak, so he should have felt some positive emotion, be it joy or relief, but he didn't; the army was almost a family to him. Standing up now, Freak unsheathed his blade. They may have been close to the human encampment, but the battle had already arrived, here outside of it. "You think because we're nobody important, because we don't have some fancy title, that we'll stand by and let you slaughter us like mindless beasts? You've got another thing coming, I'm not going to let you!" he yelled out, challenging Feo's actions. Sven listened to Cierra's explanation. He had known a few basic things, like the fact she had been imprisoned, but never had he heard her explain things the way she had. It made him feel sorry for her. She had been through a lot, and from the sounds of it it had been caused by a human. Once again, he felt that all too familiar hatred of them, the desire for massacre of their kind. "The Warden.." he echoed. He would remember that name, and should he ever come across this Warden, he would pay with his life. Not just because of his species, but also his actions and the damage he had done to Cierra. Cierra was someone he trusted, one of few people he thought of as a friend, so the very idea of her being tortured as she had been was one that got his blood boiling. He was still in this train of thought when he heard Gawain's outburst. Turning his head to look in the direction of the sound, he saw a common soldier standing there. The way he spoke though, and the way he stood, showed a firm sense of confidence, as though he thought he was the most important person there. The way he spoke reminded him of the way he had once been, before his brother had died. Believing in a sense of right, standing up for people, and not liking senseless violence, he had left that behind along with his brother's corpse, but something stirred within Sven. Despite being at risk of execution for what could be seen as treason, since he was confronting and challenging someone that undoubtedly outranked him, the soldier was willing to stand up for who he saw as brothers. And he wasn't going to be alone. "That soldier's right. We shouldn't be killing our own kind, especially for something as pathetic as amusement. Cierra, I'm going to help this soldier, but you're free to make your own choice. You don't have to help if you don't want to" he said, knowing full well that the girl rarely did things of her free will and more because it was what he was doing. After taking a few long strides, he found himself standing next to the courageous soldier, and standing opposite Orpheus. How would he react to what Sven was doing? He had not said anything, but his actions and posture spoke volumes; he was prepared to fight if he had to.
Username: Dr_Wigglz Character Name: Gawain Griffin Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Here Bio: Spoiler Gawain is either a hybrid or a freak, depending on which parent you asked. His mother a lustor and his father a human, their love would be frowned upon by either race, but that didn't stop them. They gave birth to two children, both males. The first they named Stefano, and the second Gawain. However, just a little before the birth of Gawain the parents split, leaving Stefano with his father, who would raise his son to live the life of a human. Gawain was always left out of things as a small child, rejected by many for his blood alone, no matter how powerful or worthy he proved himself to be. This didn't change as he got older, and he found himself enlisting in the group of lustors that served Lord Mordecai, however due to his blood he knew that no matter what he did, no matter how important the tasks he fulfilled, he would always be nothing more than a grunt. He accepted this and dedicated himself to serving Mordecai and keeping the humans under check, although he is still quite often treated worse than garbage. Primary Power*: Increased strength: Gawain is much, much stronger than your average lustor, to the point that he could probably lift up The Warden with a small degree of difficulty, but by no means has super strength (to begin with). Weapon: The sword you see in his picture. Starting Location: Outside the human district, among the npc lustors and undead. Other: Is Hunter's brother. Theme: Here
