Post by blueharbinger on Jul 6, 2012 17:57:37 GMT
Name: Nightmare (The voice inside his head refers to him as such.)
Age: As ancient as time itself (Though appearing to be in his late twenties.)
Gender: Male
Fighting Style: Fist (Soul Edge has transcended into something more than a sword) Warps into his demonic claw when threatened.
Weapon Name: Demonic Hand
Appearance: He looks exactly like Siegfreid when he first took up Soul Edge, but with long red hair and eyes, wearing only the chest plate, gauntlets and grieves of his azure armor. He also wears a worn, brown cloak and black leather slacks.
Alliance: Neutral (For now)
Personality: Though he was once considered evil incarnate, this form of the azure knight seems to be an empty husk. A mere shadow of his former self who feels nothing. Speaks and acts with a cold and uncaring demeanor.
Background/History: Defeated in battle by Soul Calibur, the Azure Knight's form shattered and was swallowed up by an enormous sphere of energy, leaving behind a smoking crater in its wake. With Nightmare's fall, peace echoed throughout the land and the population was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
The years that followed were the most joyful since the azure nightmare began and the people of the world had generally forgotten how close humanity had come to extinction. However, something dark had awakened on the horizon.
"Time to wake up, boy."
He had awakened inside the ruins of Ostrheinsburg, naked and alone, following the dark voice that commanded him. His long red hair swayed as he climbed and rummaged through the ruins, finally finding a set of demonic looking azure armor.
"You want me to wear this?" the young man inquired, peering down at the armor with disinterest.
"This armor belongs to you...it is time to reclaim what has been lost."
The red haired youth obeyed the voice and donned his azure apparel, its larger parts seeming to adjust to the young man's smaller frame.
"Now, for the final piece..." said the voice, almost delightedly.
The young man gazed into the reflection of himself cast by the helmet. It beckoned to him, calling him to wear it once more, however, the man cast it aside with disinterest and made for the exit of the ruins.
"W,what are you doing?!" the voice protested in anger as the red haired youth continued forward.
"I've no interest in what you're planning...Begone from me." the young man demanded.
It's been two years since his awakening. The one formerly known as Nightmare, now walks the earth with no idea of who, or what, he truly is. He has lost Soul Edge, though he is not entirely helpless. When the need arises, his left hand becomes a grotesque claw which he uses to defend himself. While any other man would question this ability, this red haired youth does not seem bothered by it even in the slightest.
Relations: None
Age: As ancient as time itself (Though appearing to be in his late twenties.)
Gender: Male
Fighting Style: Fist (Soul Edge has transcended into something more than a sword) Warps into his demonic claw when threatened.
Weapon Name: Demonic Hand
Appearance: He looks exactly like Siegfreid when he first took up Soul Edge, but with long red hair and eyes, wearing only the chest plate, gauntlets and grieves of his azure armor. He also wears a worn, brown cloak and black leather slacks.
Alliance: Neutral (For now)
Personality: Though he was once considered evil incarnate, this form of the azure knight seems to be an empty husk. A mere shadow of his former self who feels nothing. Speaks and acts with a cold and uncaring demeanor.
Background/History: Defeated in battle by Soul Calibur, the Azure Knight's form shattered and was swallowed up by an enormous sphere of energy, leaving behind a smoking crater in its wake. With Nightmare's fall, peace echoed throughout the land and the population was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
The years that followed were the most joyful since the azure nightmare began and the people of the world had generally forgotten how close humanity had come to extinction. However, something dark had awakened on the horizon.
"Time to wake up, boy."
He had awakened inside the ruins of Ostrheinsburg, naked and alone, following the dark voice that commanded him. His long red hair swayed as he climbed and rummaged through the ruins, finally finding a set of demonic looking azure armor.
"You want me to wear this?" the young man inquired, peering down at the armor with disinterest.
"This armor belongs to you...it is time to reclaim what has been lost."
The red haired youth obeyed the voice and donned his azure apparel, its larger parts seeming to adjust to the young man's smaller frame.
"Now, for the final piece..." said the voice, almost delightedly.
The young man gazed into the reflection of himself cast by the helmet. It beckoned to him, calling him to wear it once more, however, the man cast it aside with disinterest and made for the exit of the ruins.
"W,what are you doing?!" the voice protested in anger as the red haired youth continued forward.
"I've no interest in what you're planning...Begone from me." the young man demanded.
It's been two years since his awakening. The one formerly known as Nightmare, now walks the earth with no idea of who, or what, he truly is. He has lost Soul Edge, though he is not entirely helpless. When the need arises, his left hand becomes a grotesque claw which he uses to defend himself. While any other man would question this ability, this red haired youth does not seem bothered by it even in the slightest.
Relations: None