Wight, The unknown calamity
The man now known as Wight grew up in one of the most famous cities in the continent, Themos. It was not known for its fancy streets or tall buildings, in fact it was relatively small and not much to look at, it only had a population of about 500. Why was it famous then? Themos was the birthplace of the strongest warriors in the entire continent, it was much like the real life historic Sparta. Wight was the child of a very strong Themos warrior whose name is now lost to history, his mother was a foreigner which was extremely uncommon in Themos, it was a xenophobic culture. The same as any male child in Themos, Wight was raised his entire life to fight and become better than his father. That was the goal of every male child, to surpass their father in combat then sire a child to repeat the cycle. Wight's father had a very specific, extremely difficult, style of fighting that has been refined throughout generations. This form of combat required the mastery of every single known type of weapon in the land. Sword, spear, ax, bow, etc. It also required the ability to expertly disarm all of these weapons from a foe, unarmed, to be used against them. Wight always resented his father for his harsh, never ending, training. He didn't make many friends because of all the time and dedication it required, but the few friends he did make he resented. They didn't have to learn such an impossible way of fighting like he did. The only comfort he found was with his mother, who would wash the dirt and blood away and sing him to sleep every night, she was the only parent he loved. When he was about 15, 5 years away from the coming of age where he was required to defeat his father, word had spread about a brutal barbaric nation from across the seas taking over the land, the people of Themos paid it no mind, the other nations and kingdoms would deal with it. When he was 17 it was learned that this barbaric nation had conquered about 1/3 of the land covering the shores, their sheer enumerable numbers were shredding through any nation that tried to defend against them, various nations beg and pleaded to Themos so send their mighty warriors to go help, Themos ignore their cries for help. They didn't help outsiders, they kept to themselves and were sure the combined forces of every other nation would easily stomp these brain dead barbarians. When Wight was 20, the year of his coming of age, the barbarians had finally reached Themos, what followed was a battle of nigh unimaginable proportions. About 450 Themosians faced off against an army of 500,000 strong. Wight was not allowed to fight as he had not completed his coming of age yet, he had yet to beat his father in single combat. Themos pulled off the strongest defense they could, better than any nation had fared before them, but unfortunately it was not enough. By the end Themos had lost, however the extreme loss of the barbarian's unstoppable army caused a halt in the advance on the continent, causing them to retreat and regather their numbers. Before they left however the leader of the barbarians, Oryx, was impressed by the strength of the people of this city, and gathered the few survivors of the assault. These were all women and children, the king of Themos, Wight's father, and a few other men who had retreated into the inner city. Oryx offered them a deal: Send forth the strongest member of the surviving warriors to face him in single combat. If they won, he would spare them and their city in return for complete submittance to his people. If they lost, however, he would kill every single survivor, burn down the city, and take the loser as a slave. Wight, upset that he could not complete what he literally spent his entire life preparing for and upset that he could not take part in defending his city, stood up before anyone else could. His father cursed at him and demanded he stop but it was too late, Oryx accepted him as the challenger. Because Wight had always resented his training he never fully committed to it, as a result of this he stood no chance against Oryx. He had to watch as Oryx single handedly killed every last member of his people, most importantly his mother. Who still looked at him with love in her eyes and a smile on her face as her head was removed from her body. This alone was extremely traumatic to Wight and would haunt him the rest of his life, but of course there was more to come, he was to be a slave after all. Wight was taken to the capitol of the barbarians that they had built, for the next four years he would be Oryx's personal slave. Used for sex not only by Oryx, but any warlord who had succeeded in battle as a reward. He was used by men and women alike until he shut down his mind and everything became a blur. One night after a particularly brutal night of being used, he had managed to sneak a knife off of one of his "suitors". He sat in his cell and stared at it, working up the nerve to end his miserable existence and completely wipe his people out of existence. As he got the knife ready against his throat he felt a strange presence, old and dark. He could hear in his mind a voice, but it wasn't a voice that had a sound, they were just words in his mind. It said "Accept me, and kill them all." Wight stared into the darkness, perplexed, he looked at the knife again and let it fall to the ground. This noise alerted the guard who he could hear coming. He knew the guard would brutally punish him if he found the knife. He heard the voice again. "Accept me, and kill them all." Wight closed his eyes and whispered "I accept." He felt the dark presence surge into him. He couldn't see it but all color was drained from him. His skin turned from a beige color to a pale white, his hair turned from a dark brown to a snow white, and his eyes turned from a beautiful blue to a dull grey. The guard threw open the door to his cell and shined his torch on him "What the hell?? What the fuck happened to you why do you look like that?! Is that a fucking knife?! You little shit!" The guard came and grabbed Wight by the throat picking him up off the ground, he was already naked and the guard grabbed his exposed member "I'm gonna cut this fucking thing off with that knife, not like ya use it much anyway." The guard grinned and said. Wight opened his eyes and felt a surge of hatred flow through him and an odd darkness enveloping him. He noticed a dark armor was starting to materialize around his body, it felt cool and comforting, like dipping your body in a still lake in midnight. The armor kept materializing until it covered his entire body and the guard reeled back and drew his sword. "W-what the fuck are you?!" The guard didn't care for an answer, whatever this thing was in front of him he was going to kill it and move on with his life, unfortunate that he would lose his favorite fucktoy in the process. The guard brought his sword down upon the armored entity and it shattered into pieces. Wight still extremely pissed off about the last four years of his life grabbed the guard before he could even react and punch him in the face. To Wight's surprise, the guard's face exploded into bits of skull and brain matter and caked the wall as his armored fist met with the guard's all to soft face. Wight stared at what he had done and smiled, the first time he smiled since his mother last sang to him. He looked down at himself and the black armor that now covered him. It was of a rigid design, with unique engravings among the various pieces, a black cloth covered the back of his legs from the waist down. He loved it. He wondered if he had thought of this design, as it fit his tastes perfectly. He felt something else though. An object within his reach but out of sight, something he could only feel with his soul. He reached out his hand and dark greatsword formed in his hand. It was as tall as he was and weighed next to nothing. The greatsword was always his favorite weapon out of all the ones he was made to train with. He looked around the cell and was reminded of where he was, where he had been for the last 4 years, what exactly it was that brought him here. The emotions hit him like a raging great ram. Sorrow, anger, grief, hatred, jealousy. All mixing to fuel an unimaginable bloodlust. What happened that night was coined by historians as the Great Barbarian Massacre. People assumed it was a great demon that had destroyed the barbarians because of the sheer brutality and mutilation of the corpses. It was taken note that there was an odd mass of cut up and pounded flesh and bone with a crown on it. It was assumed to have been Oryx. It was Wight who had slain every soul in the makeshift city, there was not one single survivor. Word had spread quickly about his act of pure horror, and the barbarians that had remained in the land quickly boarded their ships and sailed home, afraid of this unknown malevolent entity that brutally slaughtered their people. Wight knew that this new power would make the people rise against him, so he decided to only use it when completely necessary and keep a low profile, wanting to live his new free life without worrying about an entire country rising to try and kill him like the barbarians. A year passed, the various nations were rebuilding from the barbarian calamity. War still brewed on the continent, as it always will, so armies were raised and mercenaries hired. And there was one particular nameless mercenary, with dark clothes and ashen hair, who was like a creature on the battlefield. Able to walk into a fight without any weapons or armor and come out unscathed and surrounded by bodies. The men who fought besides him and against him decided to give him the name: Wight.
General Info
Full Name: Goes by Wight
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Orientation: Asexual
Race: Human / Ancient
Occupation: Mercenary
Height: 6'1''
Appearance:
Very slim as a result of his malnourishment in captivity. He keeps this form because of his trauma, he eats only very slightly more than he did in captivity. He always wears only what could be described as a black "hoodie" without the hood open down the middle, how he thought of this unusual attire is unknown. He wears black slightly baggy pants along with a grey undershirt to cover what the jacket doesn't. All of these clothes are a result of his powers and are not "real clothes" made by people. His skin is a pale white and his hair is a perfect snow white, these two traits make up part of his namesake. His eyes are grey, in general he looks like any color he used to have was drained from him.
Personality:
Avoids people as much as he can, will not have a conversation with you unless he has no choice. The only people he's ever seen talking to are those that give him jobs and the transactions are always very brief. He doesn't understand the point of dating and the thought on intercourse makes him sick. He has almost no concept of attraction to anyone, all of that was taken away from him. If you can actually manage to corner him into having a conversation he'll try to escape it without straight up leaving but will if the conversation goes somewhere that makes him uncomfortable. You'll get a lot of answers with few words from him. He has no filter and will speak exactly what is on his mind with complete disregard to how it will make you feel.
Abilities / powers
Source of power: Wight has obtained what is to be called The Corrupted Soul. The Corrupted Soul is a result of an Ancient's old, nearly dormant, soul combining with a human's. This awakens the Ancient's powers and augments the human in various ways but irreversibly corrupts the host's soul. Over time and the more the host uses the Ancient's more powerful abilities, the Ancient will consume and corrupt the soul until it is no longer human. The host ceases to exist, and the Ancient deteriorates back into an almost nothingness, dormant state. Ironically, the Ancient cannot at this point in time exist fully without a human host, and can never fully manifest itself inside them unless on very rare occasions. But these instances cause corruption to increase substantially, shown by physical changes to the body. Such changes include change of hair, replacement of skin / body parts with that of an ancient's, and changing of the eyes. Nothing else is known about the Ancients other than what has been shown by Wight's existence. Only the Gods would have more information on them.
Innate strength / enhanced reflexes: The most minuscule of abilities to be created by The Corrupted Soul is increased natural strength and reflexes. In his most normal state of being Wight has the strength of someone who has dedicated their entire life to weightlifting. His eyesight, hearing, and smell have all remained relatively normal. However his general reflexes and sense of the environment have increases substantially. This allows him to make up for the lack of attention he paid during his training.
Abyssal Armor: The Abyssal Armor is named so for two reasons: Wight likes the name; and that's where the armor seems to come from; The Abyss. Nothingness. Abyssal Armor is able to be materialized around any part of the body at any time at the cost of soul energy. Energy is directly consumed from the host's soul depending on how much of the armor is used. Wight has summon only the gauntlet to cover his hand and upper arm and instantly triple his strength with that arm. The same applies for any other limb used in a similar manner. The helmet when summons allows safe breathing of any airborne toxins, and uncanny sight, able to see in pitch blackness. The armor itself is completely invulnerable to any weapon made by humans. Some elf weapons have been able to scratch the armor, why this occurs is unknown. Claws of demons and weapons forged in Hell or Godly weapons are able to pierce the armor although not with ease. When the entire suit of armor is summoned around the body, this is typically when a large amount of death follows. Only used in the most needing of circumstances, this form is a nearly unstoppable force of destruction. Wight's baseline strength and reflexes increase twenty fold, this is not an estimation. Other than the Great Barbarian Massacre, this form can only be kept up for a total of 5 minutes. The more time its used the slightly longer the use time gets. The reason this is so is because the amount of energy taken from the soul to sustain the full suit of armor is extremely taxing. But like working a muscle, this taxation slowly strengthens the soul and allows it to become stronger and upkeep the form for longer. A byproduct of this ability is Wight's clothes. He can summon any type of clothes he can image, he never has to physically take them off or put them on, he can simply make them disappear and reappear as he sees fit. He wonders if this technically makes him naked all the time, the clothes are physical and you can touch and feel them, but they are made from nothing, so are they even real? Wight hates being naked so he tries not to think about it too much.
The Great Dark Sword: Sophia: Named after his mother, who frankly would not approve of its use, this greatsword is able to be summoned at any time with the only energy consumed being the act of summoning it, not upkeeping it. Without the armor it is quite heavy and unwieldy. Wight typically opts to summon armor on both of his hands to more easily wield it. Sophia is typically used to cleave groups of hapless humans, or to combat demons who typically have no weapons to take from. If an average man in his prime were to try to pick it up, he would maybe lift it an inch off the ground before needing to drop it. Along with its massive weight the blade itself is the sharpest blade currently existing in the continent. This is including demonic and godly weapons which are known to be impossibly sharp. The blade cannot break, deteriorate, or become dull. This makes upkeep extremely easy, and Wight happy. When wielded with the full Abyssal Armor, the blade's internal power awakes. If Wight chooses he can imbue the blade with energy, reducing his time with the armor but channeling a powerful attack. The hue of this energy comes out as a dark purple, which contrasts the black, white, and grey of everything else. Such attacks include ranged energy slashes, explosive contact on the blade touching something, and stabbing the ground to create large rifts that temporarily glow the same purple. While glowing purple if you were to fall into one of these rifts in the ground you would be deleted from existence.
Ancient abilities: Wight doesn't have access to much when it comes to Ancient specific powers. These would be powers that a fully manifested Ancient would have. The primary one that he does have access to however is what he called shadowshifting. Wight is able to turn into a shadowy mass and traverse the ground, walls, and ceilings at the speed of a full galloping horse. This does not consume any soul energy as the power directly originates from the Ancient itself. Another one that he doesn't use often is self healing, primarily because he almost never gets an injury. If Wight were to get a cut or a broken bone, he can focus and channel the Ancient's power to heal whatever is injured. This typically looks like a black, oozing mist coming from his hand into whatever wound he is trying to heal. This requires a lot of concentration however and leaves him vulnerable. He cannot preform any other action while healing, lest he stop healing completely. A more minor ability is the ability to sense demons in close proximity, or other supernatural creatures.
The Calamity: "Learned" when Wight was nearly killed in his first battle against an awoken god, the god of blood, This is the Ancient fully manifested in a temporary form. The most taxing and soul corrupting way to use the power of the Corrupted Soul, the amount of power gained in this form is able to completely destroy the world. Wight learned the name of the Ancient inside of him during this, but it was unpronounceable and inhuman, so he named the thing Calamity. When in this form Wight has very loose control over himself, Calamity is the one that gains the most control. In this form Wight's strength increases by approximately ten thousand times. His greatsword is split and replaced by two single edged longswords, Calamity's preferred weapons. One hit from one sword from this thing could completely level a mid sized city. Along with this incredible strength Wight can blink short distances, an ability he retains a weaker version of after. He can also split himself into two shadow clones that have exactly equal strength. Each clone wields one ethereal version of the respective sword and are also exactly as powerful as the real version of itself. The battle between Calamity Wight and the blood god left the area completed dead and borderline uninhabitable. Once the form had ended Wight was comatose for several days as his soul and body recovered from the strain. When he awoke he found that his right arm from his hand up to his elbow had been replaced by Calamity's and a part of his hair had turned pitch black. He still had full control of the arm, and it came with its perks and drawbacks. He now permanently had full armor level of strength from his right arm, and although the skin is black and sinewy, was more impervious to damage than any piece of the Abyssal Armor. The drawbacks were that this was a sign of major soul corruption, and he also needed to cover it, which annoyed him because he liked his current style. He at this point wears the same outfit, but with the right sleeve longer, and one glove.