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Name: Xero Kadmon
Age: 25
Date of Birth: November 19
Appearance: Spoiler: click to toggle Height is at 6’3 ft with a slender muscular build. Dark eyes and black hair. Has bangs falling to the side to cover his right eye. Wears glasses but technically only needs a monocle.
Personality: A bit gruff and distant towards others, he appears cold to others and come off as a bit of a loner. Sometimes though he is caught showing a softer side. Xero is an intellectual but he dislikes showing it. He has an interest in drawing and art and he often idles his free time sketching whatever he sees.
History:
Spoiler: click to toggle Your savior is your destroyer…
In the beginning there was only darkness. From the darkness came a voice. That voice said, “Let there be light.” And so the world was born. From the world, man was born, molded from dust and clay.
The world was created in the midst of the darkness giving light into existence. Through time, man had evolved, growing in power and ingenuity. Man became a dominant power in the world created by the voice, but the darkness did not easily welcome man in existence.
Man’s existence was troubled by the darkness. The darkness despised man for who it was so it moved to destroy man and claim them for the abyss. Man fought the darkness but was unable to withstand its might. Then the Cheveyo were born to fight the darkness. Through careful craft and selective breeding, generation upon generation of Cheveyos were born, each generation stronger then those before it.
The most respected of the Cheveyos were those from the original families, descending from the first among the ancestors to start producing the Cheveyo.
As time passes, few of these original families remain. There is one family, the Kadmon Clan, who remain a prominent stature as a family of Cheveyo, descending from the longest line of the warrior clans ever since their first Cheveyo ancestor Adam Kadmon who had changed his name to Xero Kadmon, indicating that he shall be the start of everything and the end of everything for his clan. Since his time, each generation passed down the name Xero Kadmon to the successor of his bloodline through each generation. Xero Kadmon remained the name of the head of the Kadmon clan, the original clan, for countless generations. And so the bloodline goes on, passed down through the ages to this very day.
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“Knees bent! Keep your knees bent!” the instructor yelled, a man with long gray hair and a beard and moustache that reached his stomach wearing a red yukata. “Concentrate on your footwork! Analyze your opponent!”
The old man was yelling at a pair of teenagers, two fifteen year olds, both clashing using katanas, sparks flying with each swing. Though the two demonstrate great skills generally, in comparison, one of them is constantly getting pushed back, faltering back on the defensive and having little room to take the offensive. The other demonstrated much greater skill and raw power, his attacks swift and precise. He had plenty of chances to land a killing blow but held back each time.
One of the sparring boys held up the katana in a defensive stance to block another diagonal swing, but before the metal collided his opponent twisted his wrist, angling the blade of his weapon to swing down avoiding the blade and would’ve taken his opponent’s head off using the reach to its full potential if he had not stopped at the last second.
“That is enough for today Xero,” the old man stated.
The two boys stepped away from each other sheathing their swords and giving each other a respectful bow. Taking off their head gears at the same exact time in the same exact way, it looked almost as if one boy had been fighting a mirror reflection, the both of them having the same face and hair.
“You need to work on the strength of your blows Adam,” the old man scolded one of them.
“Understood sir,” Adam said with a saddened look on his face.
“Xero,” the old man continued, shifting his gaze on the other, “Good work. You hold your family bloodline with honor.”
“Thank you sir,” Xero muttered with the blank look of a soldier at attention.
“Both of you take a bath and head to the dining area for lunch. We’re having Salisbury steak and fried egg.”
“Yes sir,” they both said in unison before about facing and walking away, Adam turning around to follow Xero.
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“Father seemed harsher today,” Adam muttered.
The two of them sat leisurely in a large bathtub together facing each other at opposite ends of the bath, the steam clouding their vision.
“I wouldn’t say he was that bad,” Xero shrugged.
“That’s because you were beating me senseless,” Adam replied, his head sinking below the surface in his shame.
“Well it’s not like I enjoy being the inheriting son of the Kadmon bloodline,” Xero replied. “I’m older by three seconds and all of a sudden I got all these responsibilities to deal with.”
“Why couldn’t I have been born first,” Adam muttered as he slowly rose back up. “Those three seconds may as well have been twenty years when it comes to the difference in our skill…”
“I just studied and practiced a lot,” Xero replied simply.
“We always trained together!”
“I studied more,” Xero said. He stood up from the bath, his figure firmly muscular but thin. He stepped out, drying himself off with a towel. “I’m going to the studies. Tell them to bring my meal to my desk.”
“Okay…” Adam muttered, a grieving look on his face as he continued to idly soak in the hot bath. Xero walked out of the bath after clothing himself and headed for the studies.
In the studies Xero was surrounded by countless books and tomes and unknown ages. On his desk were five different books all opened at once, his eyes skimming the pages and flipping each book at the same time each.
“In the beginning there was darkness. And from the darkness there came a voice,” Xero muttered out loud as he read a biblical entry. He heard the door open and close and footsteps coming towards him from behind.
“That’s my boy,” the bearded old man said as he set the tray of food down on his desk. “The mind is just as important as the body. Training both makes one a true master.”
“Father,” Xero muttered as he flipped the pages of all five books at once, “What will happen to Adam when I inherit the family title officially tomorrow?”
“He will be trained to be a Cheveyo,” his father replied bluntly, “Your mother would have been proud with that much.”
“But he’s worked just as hard as I have,” Xero said, “Doesn’t he deserve more recognition then that? Can’t the name Xero Kadmon be shared by two of the same generation?”
“You know very well why he can not inherit that name son,” the father stated sternly, “And besides, I’m afraid he may be going down a dark path.”
“What do you mean?”
“He holds resentment and envy for not being able to surpass you,” the old man answered, “I’m afraid it will become a repeat of Cain and Able. Brother killing brother out of jealousy.”
“Oh please father,” Xero laughed waving him off, “Adam would never do that.
“Yeah… you’re right. I am being paranoid…”
Neither of the two realized that they were being watched. Adam stood on the other side of the door, left slightly ajar as he peered through the small gap, a blank look in his black eyes.
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The day that followed was bustling with work and preparations. One hundred people had gathered, each on seated in the ceremonial cathedral of the Kadmon family. Decorations of flowers arranged the wrap around the marble white pillars, the altar adorned with detailed carvings and ornate decorations. The father stood at the altar, a withered tome wrapped in leather bindings over yellowed pages in his arms.
Outside the double doors that led into the cathedral were Xero and Adam facing each other.
“This is it,” Adam remarked. He wore a suit and black dress shoes polished enough to make a reflection. “In a few minutes you will be the official head of the clan.”
“The future is not written in stone as much as you think brother,” Xero said comfortingly placing a hand on his twin’s shoulder, “The future is what you make it to be.”
“Don’t worry about me brother,” Adam smiled sheepishly, “I will make my own future…”
As the organ played, the double doors opened. Xero walked down wearing the ceremonial cloak, his head raised proudly. Adam had already taken his spot standing at the side of the altar like a best man, his hands crossed behind his back. Xero stepped up, walking up the three steps until he stood at the center of the altar facing his father who looked at him proudly.
“In the beginning there was only darkness. From the darkness came a voice…”
As the father recited the long biblical text, Xero couldn’t help but glance around. He stared at the altar around him, polished and shined to a gilded luster, the silver cross hanging behind his father. He stared at his father whose eyes were showing signs of tearing up, overwhelmed by his own pride. Then he looked at his brother who stood off to the side. He had a blank look on his face, completely emotionless and stern.
“And so I pass on to you today the name passed down through ageless times,” the father announced bringing Xero’s attention back to him. “We of the Kadmon clans are known as the balancers. Under our name we hold the balance of the world and so I pass onto you the guidance and protection of the five sacred beasts.”
The cross behind him seems to shine, each point connecting to an orb containing ancient treasures: black turtle’s shell, a red fiery feather, a white tiger’s claw, and an azure scale of a dragon. At the center of the cross where the ends meet was a giant golden pearl.
The father turned around and picked up a golden staff that had a great ball of fire burning at the end. He set the staff in front of Xero, the fire illuminating his face. “Now rise and take your oath under the great holy flame. Swear yourself to the name and let the spirits guide you.”
Taking in a deep breath, Xero stepped towards the staff and stared directly into the fire. He held up his right hand and turned it so that the side with his thumb faced his nose as he raced it to his face and he announced his pledge.
“I swear upon my name oh holy one. I swear upon my blood and my spirit to you. I swear to stand upon my beliefs and to use my power for the greater purpose. Under these flames I swear upon this oath. I will stand by thee and pledge my loyalty to you.”
“Whom do you pledge to,” the father asked loudly, a smile on his face as he watched his son with pride.
“I swear… upon the darkness.”
The room suddenly went still and silent. The smile on the father’s face turned to a look of shock. Xero’s smile only grew. The room’s temperature dropped to a dying chill, the lighting dimming down more and more. Everyone looked around as the room suddenly turned… dark.
The only source of light was the fire the burned at the altar.
“I pledge myself to you oh great one,” Xero muttered, “I offer upon you this sacrifice of one hundred Cheveyos and my own flesh!”
“What are you-“ the father was screaming when Xero suddenly plunged his hand into the fire. The flames exploded making the old man stumble back. A massive wind blew into the cathedral from nowhere causing screams of shock and panic. The fire erupted to the size of ten men, burning and burning, and turning to black flames. Xero laughed as his armed burned away, the flesh turning to ashes and dust.
He wretched his hands from the flames and flexed an arm of bones and tendons with thin fleshy membrane in between the fingers. Xero’s laugh echoed across the cathedral.
“What have you done??” Adam yelled at his brother.
“Come to me oh great one!” Xero yelled spreading his arms out. “Embrace me as your voice! Let me be your champion! Let me embrace the darkness and gift upon you this sacrifice of one hundred Cheveyos! I sacrifice to you the Kadmon pure bloodline!”
The black flames exploded again, this time splintering off into countless pitch-black spirits and beasts of twisted forms. The Cheveyos drew their weapons and tried to fend off the spirits but their weapons merely phased through the shadows harmlessly. The shadows flew and spun, gathering into a twister of black spirits, spiraling towards Xero who welcomed them with open arms. The spirits dove into his face, gouging out it eyes in a spray of blood as they entered his body through his now hollow sockets and opened mouth. Countless spirits shoved themselves into Xero, his own blood spraying out of his body to make room for the new inhabitants. His skin turned pale and his flesh was so cold that the air around him started to freeze. The spirits completely entered his body, leaving Xero standing there still as a statue.
His father approached him from behind cautiously, trying to extend a hand to his son. Then blood spray out of his mouth. A pitch-black chain impaled his body through his heart and he slumped over dead. The chain rattled as it recoiled back, entering Xero’s body. The pale man started laughing and laughing, his cackles echoing.
“In the beginning there was only darkness,” Xero muttered, “And from the darkness there came a voice. And that voice said…. Let there be death.”
From his body, countless beasts of shadows erupted and attacked his family. The one hundred Cheveyos of the strongest clan tried to fight them off but were overwhelm but the shock and numbers of the demons. They were torn apart, ravaged and devoured, their blood spraying and limbs ripped off and thrown about.
Only one man remained unharmed, the twin brother of the hollow-eyed pale man.
“Why are you doing this??” Adam screamed, “You’re killing them! You’re killing your family! How could you do this??”
“Because this is right!” Xero shouted with a smile on his face. “In the beginning there was darkness. That’s what they all said. Every book and tome! The beginning was darkness and only darkness! Then what came after? The light! The light came in the midst of the darkness! Can’t you see? The light is the true evil! The darkness was god! The darkness was the true god! Look around you! Humanity is pathetic! Murderers who kill their own! Greedy and selfish bastards who only care for their own gain! Those who take advantage of the weak for their gain! Can’t you see? Humanity is full of nothing but sinners! It is the darkness that they must return to! To the darkness they must sacrifice themselves! To god they must bow to!”
“You’re insane,” Adam whispered.
“No,” Xero smiled, looking directly at him with hollow eye sockets. “I have seen the truth!”
It wasn’t even a full minute that they exchanged words and the room was silent. One hundred Cheveyos were sitting in those bleachers a minute ago. Now a hundred torn up cadavers littered the ground.
“You…” Adam growled, his fists clenching an anger, his eyes casting downward, unable to look at his twin, “You… YOU MONSTER!”
Adam screamed at the top of his lungs trying to run towards Xero but didn’t even took two steps before black chains came out of Xero’s body and wrapped around Adam’s neck, lifting him up off the ground, his legs kicking as he tried to pry the chains off with no success.
“Why…” Adam growled, “Why aren’t you killing me??” the chains were tight enough to keep a hold on him but his life was nowhere near in danger.
Xero chuckled at his twin’s anger. “All I sacrificed was the Kadmon pure bloodline,” Xero stated.
“So why not me?? I’m a Kadmon just like you!” Adam yelled.
“Not quiet,” the pale brother went on, “What I sacrificed was the pure bloodline. So you are exempt.”
“… What?” Adam asked, suddenly going still.
“Don’t you get it?” Xero asked shaking his head in dismay, “You’re not a Kadmon. You’re an accident.”
Adam stared at Xero in shock, his legs dangling in the air. All was silent. Adam did not understand.
“Mother was a strong Cheveyo from a long bloodline though not as old as the Kadmon,” Xero explained, “She was betrothed to father and he laid his child in her to bear.”
Xero chuckled again as if this next part amused him.
“But the woman was in love with another. A mere mortal man with no relation to any Cheveyo.”
Xero threw his head back and laughed at the top of his lungs, the cathedral rumbling as if his amusement made the earth shake.
“The whore laid in bed with another man mere days after she had laid with our father! From then she had two children growing in her wound! One of pure Chevoyo blood…” Xero pointed a mocking finger at Adam, “… And one of filthy mongrel breeding.”
“You’re lying,” Adam whispered, unable to pull his thoughts together, his mind twisted and torn.
“Am I? Am I really?” Xero sneered. “I’ll tell you something good though. It seemed that somehow you had taken in at least a little of the Kadmon bloodline so you can somewhat called yourself a Kadmon.” Xero shrugged. “A complete and absolute shame of the Kadmon name but nevertheless a Kadmon.”
With that, Xero made the chain whip Adam around and threw him into the cross at the altar the stood on, knocking it down to the ground, pinning Adam down under its heavy weight. Adam’s right eye was bleeding, gouged out when his head fell on a piece of fallen debris. The pale Cheveyo walked away silently, heading for the door.
“Xero!!” Adam yelled trying to reach out a hand as if to grab his twin despite the growing distance between them.
“That’s no my name anymore,” his brother called back without even bothering to turn his head and continued walking down the isle. “All the blood is gone from my body dear brother. Xero Kadmon is the name of the successor of the Kadmon bloodline.” He turned his head look back at Adam, blood running out of his hollow eyes down his face like crimson tears of joy as he smile maniacally at him. “You’re Xero Kadmon now. The final Cheveyo successor of a dead bloodline.”
Strengths:
*Tactical analysis: Good at analyzing his opponent. Able to predict attacks and come up with a suitable counter strike or evasive maneuver at a high reaction speed.
*Agile movement: Quick reflexes and nimble movements. Xero trained himself well to be good at dodging strikes as well as quick reflexes and reaction time.
Weaknesses:
* Deadeye: Blind on his right side, Xero's blindspot is his biggest vulnerability. He trained himself to fight well enough with only the use of his left eye, a good shot as well as a keen left eye, but it doesn't change the fact that his line of sight is half of what it should be and attacks from the right are hard to see coming at times.
* Speed reliant: Though having the naturally powerful strength of a Cheveyo and the extra heightened speed, Xero mostly relies on his speed and agility to outmaneuver his opponent. He does this a bit too much so an opponent of equal or higher speed could cause trouble for him.
Weapon:
Name: Kohryu
Primary Form/Function: Armor made by sewing together several sheets of metal to provide durability and defense without sacrificing mobility. While this armor protects the vital organs in his body and his arms it also weighs a minimal amount and barely burdens his speed and agility. The back of the armor stores a long chain reaching up to 100 ft in length. At the end of the chain is a heavy weight. The end of the chain with the weight runs down his left arm while covered by the sleeve of his coat. The weight remains up the sleeve but can be dropped out with a simple flick of the wrist. A sub machine gun is also connected to the plate armor by a ten foot chain. Another gun is attached to this gun, the barrel positioned just above the handle. This one as a simple pistol designed to shoot closer targets. The sub machine gun has a 2.3 ft long katana blade attached to the front and a short half a foot blade sticking out of the butt of the gun.
Secondary Form/Function: Nothing really transforms from the original set up except for the heavy iron weight at the end of the chain whip. The weight flattens and three curved blades stick out making it into large kunai attached to a chain that can either be thrown or wielded by hand. The gun itself can also transform into a shotgun to fire heavier and more destructive slug shots.
History: Joined as one the weapon is referred to as Kohryu. Each separate part of the weapon has it's own name though to refer to the other four guardian spirits that once watched over the Kadmon clan. The black armor shell is named Genbu. The long dragon tail chain whip is named Seiryu. The white blades are named Byakko. The gun is named Suzaku.
The last of a dead bloodline, Xero carries these weapons as a representation of the guardian spirits that once watched over his clan. He crafted these weapons himself a year after the incident and went on honing his skills with them ever since.
Edited by Xero, Feb 17 2014, 06:23 PM.
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