Zaxeldion

Original Name: Azel

Nobody Name: Zaxeldion

Alias: “The Hand of Ultima”

Alliance: Exiled Order

Exiled Order #: 1

Hometown: Dissia

Theme Song:

Artist:

Quote: "I live my life not for myself but for others like me."

Appearance

Age: 22

Clothing:

Dominant Hand: Right

Eyes: Black. He also has 2 piercings on his bottom lip and left ear.

Hair: Not too long. (Refer to picture)

Height: 6’1"

Weight: 150 lbs

Sex: Male

Personality

Abilities

Weapon: The deadly lance; Dion. Although called a lance it resembles more of a spear, except the tip is made of red magicite. This magicite is a potent part of his weapon as it can withstand and conduct his ultima majick. The blade is long and plain and it is connected to the metal shaft with a large ornate sphere

Fighting Style: Zaxeldion balances the amount of Majickal and physical attacks he uses, both to preserve energy and keep his opponent guessing. Generally he will fight with his lance alone. He is a mid to long range fighter so he likes to keep his distance. One of his specialties is to infuse his ultima majick into his spear, which makes it much stronger. When he does this the tip of his lance bursts into flames, since the majicite conducts the majick. If anything comes into contact with the tip of his spear, the orb connecting the blade and the pole will begin to glow, and the object touching the spear will explode. Another attack in his arsenal is called death valley. This can only be used when his spear is powered up. He will stab the ground in front of him and it will cause the ground to split creating a valley. Then he will chant some words and the valleys will erupt with pillars of flame.

Lesser Nobody: Lancet

Nobody Description: These Nobodies are large, and equipped with heavy armor as well as a red lance. Unlike a lot of Nobodies, these do not attack ruthlessly as they fight with the utmost discipline.

Element: Ultima

Element Description: The powers of the Ultima Arts Majick is incredible. It’s a gift only given to by the gods and the scions. The powers are connected to existence. Using the volcanoes, tidal waves, earthquakes, tornadoes, meteors… Everything. Though use of these powers can weaken Zaxeldion greatly for he is not a god. Immense use of these powers can kill him.

Background

It’s been said that Zaxeldion’s Past is all a blur. It’s also been said that Zaxeldion hasn’t been a Nobody for very long. This is true for the members who may not know him well, but for the ones that are closer know of his real story.

Dissia was a city for the rich. A place where the powerful ruled and the poor were oppressed and killed. This was no place for orphans, in fact it was no place for any child. For as long as I can remember I had lived there, and for as long as I have lived I have wanted to escape. Others might have seen me as an orphan but I firmly believed that the people who raised me where my parents; we may not have been connected genetically but our heart were one. My family consisted of other people like me; children cast away from their families and forced to live in the underground. It was me, Dion, Adeel and Mark; we had control of the south sewers. Since there were so many orphans and only a limited amount of underground shelter, people formed groups, or families and conquered their respective sewers. We only ever took what we needed and never abused our powers, for Dion, Adeel and Mark were expert fighters. I never thought of questioning them on how or where they got their powers, but only looked up to them and tried to follow. I was closest to Dion and she was like a mother figure to me, teaching me her techniques with the lance and sharing her mastery of it. She frequently told me, “Azel, you’re special; I know you will go far in this rotten world”.

Adeel and Mark were our scavengers; Adeel was responsible for gathering information on other groups and the outside world while Mark was responsible for our food supply. Dion and I kept guard of our section of the sewer, but there was no need for me as Dion could take on anyone that came to claim our sewer. However, no matter how strong Dion was she could not take on the guards. The guards were mercenaries hired by the rich to protect them during their visits to the lower parts of the city. Some wealthy people occasionally came down to the sewers as a form of entertainment. They would tell their guards to kill anyone they could see; they did this for fun. Nobody was able to fight the guards as all of them wielded guns. Part of Marks job was to keep tabs of when the rich decided to come down to the sewers to hunt us for sport, but on that particular day even information from Adeel could not save us.

It was a regular day, I had woken up, eaten a couple of pieces of bread and was getting ready to train with Dion when Mark, carrying Adeel on his shoulders showed up. Dion laid him on the floor and we tended to his wounds. About 30 minutes later Adeel woke up and started yelling at us. I was sparring with Dion at the time and was about to strike her with my spear, but she became distracted and failed to block it. There was a spurt of blood and she fell on her knees. “DION, are you okay?” I said as I rushed over to see her wound. “Haha, don’t worry Az I’m fine.” Even though she said that I could see that her wound was deep and that she would need time to recover. “Don’t worry, even if I’m out of action you can keep us safe, I have trained you well.” She soothed. “Let’s go see what Adeel was yelling about”. “Okay”, I replied unsurely. We walked over to Adeel to find Mark kneeled beside him with a shocked look on his face. “What happened?” demanded Dion. “The….guards…are..coming” he gasped. “Shit, are they coming to our end?” asked Dion. Adeel did not reply. I looked into his eyes and saw them stare back at me, but they couldn’t see me. He looked like a ghost, with his pale skin and dark, empty eyes. “Shit” muttered Dion; I could see tears running down her cheeks.

We buried him the next day, and sat down to discuss what had happened. “I found him lying right next to the sewer hole he usually takes to come down here, so I brought him down” said Mark. “He must have been attacked by a guard”, I whispered. “At any rate, we need to get out of the sewers, Adeel usually gets the information one or two days before the guards come”, Dion said as she stood up. I had treated her wound the best I could and she seemed in better shape, although her face only reflected anger and hatred. I felt the same way but I could not show it on my face, I was keeping the feelings deep inside me. “Yeah, let’s go topside for a bit”, agreed Mark. As we stood up to pack everything up there was a sudden scream in the tunnel next to us. “Guys go get your weapons” Dion demanded as she pulled her lance out and started running towards the source of the screaming. “NO, Dion come back” yelled Mark and he grabbed his dagger and ran after her. I searched frantically and finally found my spear but when I turned around both Mark and Dion were gone from sight. So I did the only thing that made sense to me then, I ran after them. I reached the end of our tunnel in a couple of seconds but I could not hear any gunshot or sounds from Mark or Dion. I decided to run towards the tunnel to my right. As I turned the corner a horrible sight met my eyes. Mark and Dion were lying on the floor with their weapons lying beside them. For the second time in my life I looked into the eyes of death; the empty, fathomless eyes of death. I saw none of the usual glimmer in Mark’s eyes and none of the usual flare in Dion’s, they were both dead, taken away from me. I averted my gaze and found myself looked at small, dark creatures with glowing yellow eyes. I realized that these creatures were what had killed my family and my rage exploded.

The tunnel was filled with light and the creatures were cringing away, my body had become light itself. I could see the creatures trying to run at me but they were being destroyed one by one. They were catching fire one by one and seemed to be melting, and then; they were gone. I fell to the floor on my back. I could feel the warmth of the light leaving my body. I lay in the same position for a minute or two until I mustered enough strength to get up. I gazed in horror as Dion and Mark their bodies were being enveloped by darkness, and out of the darkness came the creatures; once again. They were coming for me, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The last thing I felt was an intense feeling of hatred.

I will make a family, with the power I was born with and the skills Dion taught me. I will make a group of people who will be connected at the heart, even if they have none.