Full Name: Petros Papadopoulos
Name: Petros
Surname(s): Papadopoulos
Age: 31
Homeworld: Athysia
Affiliation: Order of the Crimson Star
Title(s): Alcademon, Headhunter, Hegenika
Nickname(s): Cuuaghil, Cuuaghil Mas
Sex: Male
Appearance: Long black and grey hair, sickly pale, almost bleached skin, with black veins, and yellow eyes. Numerous scars on his back, face, and arms. Always wears his blue, gilded armour. Even when off duty
Personality: Cold, detached, furious, passionate
Abilities/Skills: Intimidating, dueling, fighting multiple opponents
Gear:
Force attuned Plasma Pollaxe and cortosis bladed shield, Forces attuned short-sword
Strengths:
+ Terrifying presence
+ Professional
+ Highly experienced
Weaknesses:
- Slow
- Quick to escalate
Biography:
Petros was born to a Witch serving the Church, his father having died while his mother was pregnant from disease. As such, he grew up learning the ways of the force, while his mother regailed him with tales of his father's conquests, though when pressed, she never explained how he died, nor where he was laid to rest.
Regardless, once Petros was old enough, she sent him to the warrior camp of the city Bassilicor, where he learned the arts of combat and war. However, he was noted for his quiet demeanor, at first being a point of bullying among his peers. Unfortunately for them, he grew quickly, and soon enough, they turned from poking him to avoiding him after he nearly killed one of them. Stefanos. Only to spare him after the boy yielded and promised to never speak to him again.
When the time came to return to the city, Petros left in the dead of night, arriving at the great gates of Bassilicor, where he rested.
When the others arrived to get their chance to return, they found him, already awake, waiting for the gates to open. Stefanos, unwilling to let his rival be first to enter, rallied the other boys to stop him, and together, they forced Petros away from the gate. And he remained in the cruel wasteland another year.
The following year, he didn't make the same mistake. His quiet presence used to intimidate his peers without confronting any. Even his would-be accusers recieved no attention from him. They would hit him, and he would stand there, enduring the pain. His crushing shame far more grievous to him than any wound they or the fowl beasts of the wilds could inflict. Spending much of his time in meditation.
When the day again came for the gates to open, he pretended to sleep in, allowing the others to exhaust themselves in their fighting before he arrived. As soon as the others saw him, they stopped, moving aside, fearing what he would do if they tried to stop him. He entered, silence accompanying him as he made for the lower city, weapons ready.
While others sought to fight in formation, practicing the Alcademon techniques they would use on the battlefield, he walked alone, seeking out the strongest and viliest, offering them life in exchange for victory. None survived his blade.
When Petros finally returned home, he immediately entered the service of the Crimson Star as a headhunter, as his mother had always told him he would. Being known to always wears his armour once it's was completed. His face known only to his superiors and his mother.
During this time, he would accompany Distheon Alcademon to Korrithon, where he would observe the duel between the champion Ageas and Vor. Afterwards, when the raider fleet swore allegiance to Desmundor, he would follow suit, believing the gods to be in his favor.
Upon their return to Bassilicor, Petros was put to work helping the invaders to purge the heretics that refused to recognize Voronir and Eosfor as the reincarnations of their gods. After this, they called him: Cuuaghil Mas. For the cold he displayed while delivering death to those who opposed the faith.
Name: Petros
Surname(s): Papadopoulos
Age: 31
Homeworld: Athysia
Affiliation: Order of the Crimson Star
Title(s): Alcademon, Headhunter, Hegenika
Nickname(s): Cuuaghil, Cuuaghil Mas
Sex: Male
Appearance: Long black and grey hair, sickly pale, almost bleached skin, with black veins, and yellow eyes. Numerous scars on his back, face, and arms. Always wears his blue, gilded armour. Even when off duty
Personality: Cold, detached, furious, passionate
Abilities/Skills: Intimidating, dueling, fighting multiple opponents
Gear:
Force attuned Plasma Pollaxe and cortosis bladed shield, Forces attuned short-sword
Strengths:
+ Terrifying presence
+ Professional
+ Highly experienced
Weaknesses:
- Slow
- Quick to escalate
Biography:
Petros was born to a Witch serving the Church, his father having died while his mother was pregnant from disease. As such, he grew up learning the ways of the force, while his mother regailed him with tales of his father's conquests, though when pressed, she never explained how he died, nor where he was laid to rest.
Regardless, once Petros was old enough, she sent him to the warrior camp of the city Bassilicor, where he learned the arts of combat and war. However, he was noted for his quiet demeanor, at first being a point of bullying among his peers. Unfortunately for them, he grew quickly, and soon enough, they turned from poking him to avoiding him after he nearly killed one of them. Stefanos. Only to spare him after the boy yielded and promised to never speak to him again.
When the time came to return to the city, Petros left in the dead of night, arriving at the great gates of Bassilicor, where he rested.
When the others arrived to get their chance to return, they found him, already awake, waiting for the gates to open. Stefanos, unwilling to let his rival be first to enter, rallied the other boys to stop him, and together, they forced Petros away from the gate. And he remained in the cruel wasteland another year.
The following year, he didn't make the same mistake. His quiet presence used to intimidate his peers without confronting any. Even his would-be accusers recieved no attention from him. They would hit him, and he would stand there, enduring the pain. His crushing shame far more grievous to him than any wound they or the fowl beasts of the wilds could inflict. Spending much of his time in meditation.
When the day again came for the gates to open, he pretended to sleep in, allowing the others to exhaust themselves in their fighting before he arrived. As soon as the others saw him, they stopped, moving aside, fearing what he would do if they tried to stop him. He entered, silence accompanying him as he made for the lower city, weapons ready.
While others sought to fight in formation, practicing the Alcademon techniques they would use on the battlefield, he walked alone, seeking out the strongest and viliest, offering them life in exchange for victory. None survived his blade.
When Petros finally returned home, he immediately entered the service of the Crimson Star as a headhunter, as his mother had always told him he would. Being known to always wears his armour once it's was completed. His face known only to his superiors and his mother.
During this time, he would accompany Distheon Alcademon to Korrithon, where he would observe the duel between the champion Ageas and Vor. Afterwards, when the raider fleet swore allegiance to Desmundor, he would follow suit, believing the gods to be in his favor.
Upon their return to Bassilicor, Petros was put to work helping the invaders to purge the heretics that refused to recognize Voronir and Eosfor as the reincarnations of their gods. After this, they called him: Cuuaghil Mas. For the cold he displayed while delivering death to those who opposed the faith.
