Nebula Gravis

[LagunaX1]

Name: Markus Almasy
Age: 22
Species: Human
Appearance: This.
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Personality: Stoic and strong willed, his nature matches his hardened metal and burning fire.
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Seasonal Affinity: Summer
Unique Skills:

1. Iron Chains: Markus can summon metal chains that he has complete manipulation over. This is a multi-purpose ability as, for example, the chains could be used as weapons, to restrain enemies or to wrap around Markus forming a shield.
2. Iron Maiden/Furnace: A spell in which the target is encased in a metal casket, spikes form within the casket and depending on where Markus chooses to form the spikes this attack is fatal or severely disables the victim. This spell isn't fast, so Markus usually has to injure or chain up the target before casting it. Alternatively Markus can use his affinity to fire to fill the casket with flames instead of spikes, having a similar effect.
3. Black Blade: Markus coats his sword in Black Diamond to make it stronger and sharper. Markus can make it as big as he wants but there is obviously a limit, which is his strength.

Weapons: Black Steel Blade. Black Steel is stronger than ordinary steel and allows the sword to support the 'Black Blade' technique better. (In Appearance Image)
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Starting Location:
Nigerautumunus, The Ghost Town Rysta
Additional Notes: Markus is on the Kings pay so to speak. He has a royal crest that acts as currency and all his activities are billed directly to the Florenspira Government. He is a member of an elite group of Hunters. Unlike the Army whose job is to protect, the Hunters hunt down and capture/kill threats and anyone with a Bounty on their head outside of Florenspira.

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Markus walked calmly between the deserted houses of the the run down decrepit ghost town. While Rysta had long since been abandoned, it's empty hollow houses served well for keeping scum dry and out of the laws reach. However a Hunter's arm was not limited by borders or jurisdictions and wherever his prey could go, Markus could follow.

He could feel the murderous intent before he saw it. Foul dirty un-washed thugs, clambering onto the roofs either side of the street to flank him from either side. Using the height in a vain attempt to intimidate the man below them. As the thugs took root on the roofs Markus noted the crossbows each were carrying and the flimsy swords buckled to their belts. As such thugs rarely relied on combat skill and dabbled in threats and scare tactics he'd be surprised if even one of them could actually land a bolt on his body, even if he didn't defend himself. No, they were just for show and distraction. The real threat was on ground level stepping out of the shadows not far ahead of Markus. A man whose real name is unknown but goes by the alias 'Phantom'. The visage of tattered black cloaks, a hawk like hood that bathed his face in darkness and an almost visible aura of evil and malice suggested he was aptly named. However it took a lot more than appearance and vehemence to make a man strong, so Markus had yet to decide if he had the skills to match his costume.

Chains flew out in all directions. Markus wasn't one to wait for a speech or stand around wasting time. The Thugs let out shouts of surpirse as the chains struck their arms, swiping the crossbows from their hands and down to the street below. A moment of struggle passed and all of the Thugs on the roof tops were now bound in place via iron chains. Not once had Markus taken his eyes off of Phantom, who had now stopped walking towards him. He may have stopped his progression due to a newly instilled lack of confidence, but that could easily be the tactic at play. Throwing fodder into harms way and acting surprised when it's defeated is a good way to come off weaker than you actually are. Markus continued walking towards Phantom without halting pace but ready to dodge or defend against any coming attacks. Unlike most criminals Markus had hunted down this target was blissfully silent. Markus decided he'd no longer give him a chance to break that silence and launched several chains through the air towards him.

Markus frowned as the chains easily wrapped around their target and lifted him into the air, something wasn't right. He reeled his target in towards him and held him afloat. Carefully he used a chain to lift back Phantoms hood, and his eyes narrowed as he saw the gagged and sobbing woman beneath it.

Laughter echoed though the street as the woman's face slowly crumbled apart spewing blood and chunks of brain matter through splintered bone. Markus tossed the body away from him angrily and looked wildly around for the source of the laughter. The houses around him began to creak and warp before him, each growing deformed limbs from their rotting wooden husks. Before coming here Markus had been warned that he should turn back and had to painfully listen through rumours of the Phantom not being human, but having become one with the entire village. That the village was certain death to all who dared disturb it. It seemed that discrediting such rumours had been a mistake, however Markus was still not ready to think of these apparitions as super natural or other worldly. There was some powerful magic at work for sure but there was nothing super natural about it. And all magic has a caster, all he had to do was find him.