[i]"Immortales stulti!"[/i] [b]Name:[/b] Johnathon Scarlet [b]Aliases:[/b] Ylon, the Crimson Swordsman, The Scarlet Lion [b]Age:[/b] 36 [b]Sex:[/b] Male [b]Sexuality:[/b] Straighter than -blam!-ing flag pole. [b]Appearance:[/b] Artfully messy, scarlet hair. Warm, orange eyes. Intricate lion designs on lightweight, crimson chestplate. 6'4". [b]Personality:[/b] Generally a really chill dude. Hates the -blam!- out of immortals, though. [b]Weapons:[/b][spoiler][u]Blade of Veln'oir[/u] •Seven foot long greatsword •One foot wide at widest point •Three inches thick at thickest point •Crimson red •Miniature dragon heads on guards of the sword, and one larger yet still mini dragon head on the pommel. [u]Fallen Immortals:[/u] •Dual longswords •Four and a half feet long each •Three inches wide each •One inch thick each •Scarlet red.[/spoiler][b]Abilities:[/b] Aside from being ridiculously strong and fast, Ylon has one ability. In dire circumstances he puts his helmet on, which is shaped and made exactly like the head of a line, a massive, metal mane trailing from the back of the helmet. While the helmet is equipped he becomes the Scarlet Lion, and loses all sense of pain or self-preservation, doing absolutely anything to kill his target. Normally only used on immortals. [b]Backstory:[/b] Sorry if I messed up in the bio or it seems rushed, I fell asleep multiple times while writing lmao.[spoiler]Johnathon was born on a farm, and lived a mostly happy life with his mother and father. They grew all sorts of things, from wheat to apple orchards, corn to a vineyard. They also had plenty of livestock, and it was a lot to tend to; Johnathon helped out on the farm from an early age. On one fateful night, however, when Johnathon was twelve, a group of six approached the farm at twelve A.M. precisely. They were the Six Immortals, they called themselves, and they were indeed ageless. Every last one of them was a sorcerer, and a highly skilled one, at that. They burnt down all the family's crops, burnt down their house, and killed both Johnathon's mother and father. The young Johnathon saw all this happen, and something inside him triggered. Using nothing but a scythe used for farming, he went berserk on the immortals, and all that could be heard from the flaming field that night was screams of terror and pain. The next day, the immortals were found, dead, with massive, gaping stab wounds in their heads, their bodies burnt to a crisp by their own flames. Johnathon was nowhere to be seen. Johnathon had run away, searching for a place to stay. He had not a single penny to his name, and was soon starving. Before long, however, he found a kind blacksmith by the name of Belin. Belin took Johnathon in, and fed him, asking what had what had happened to him, and what his name was. Johnathon ignored the former, but answer the latter with not his real name, but one he made up on the spot. "Ylon", he had replied, and from then on he was known as Ylon. Belin never asked for what happened to Ylon ever again, and Ylon never told him. One day, Belin decided to forge Ylon a few things. A nameless, seven foot long greatsword that he never expected Ylon to ever be able to carry, two, four and a half feet long longswords, which he though Ylon may be able to carry, and a set of armor too big for him, rather forged to fit what Belin estimated to be the full-grown Ylon. The helmet of the armor was shaped like the head of a dragon. The next day, however, another immortal sorcerer raided Belin's forge, killed Belin, and robbed everything; besides the things forged for Ylon. Ylon went mad once more. He grabbed both longswords and went insane on the sorcerer, blood spraying everywhere as the body was torn up in guttural screams of pain and torment. It was a slow and painful death for the sorcerer. Ylon left, tears in his eyes as he dragged along Belin's last gifts to him. Eventually, he found a swordsman by the name of Veln'oir. He truly was masterful, and Ylon begged him to take him on as a disciple; he wanted revenge, revenge on the immortals that killed his family and Belin. After a while of persuading, Veln'oir finally agreed, then proceeded to put Ylon under brutal torture Veln'oir called "training". But Ylon survived it, al the way until he was full grown. All those years of training built up enough muscle for him to easily lift his seven foot greatsword. His thin yet effective crimson armor fit snugly around his now adult body. For the first time in a while Ylon felt legitimately happy, for surviving training. He left his residence with Veln'oir, and traveled the world, simply roaming, and searching for purpose aside from killing immortals. He met a group of men during his travels, and they called themselves the Knights of Galnor. What Galnor was Ylon did not know, yet he joined the Knights, doing as the commander asked. Together, the Knights of Galnor slaughtered hundreds of what Ylon believed to be the enemies of the Holy Cause; an ideal planted into his head by the Knights of Galnor that they could expand to recruit all fighters in the world and reach world peace. In reality, the brainwashed Ylon was just killing innocents, following the commands of a small group of immortals. He did not realize this until he had been following their every order for an entire three years. Enraged, something inside Ylon clicked. The same thing that had clicked when his family was slaughtered. Putting on the helmet he never used, which was forged into the shape of a lion's head, with a long, red mane trailing behind it, he became the Scarlet Lion; a beast that feels no pain, that knows not how hold back, only to tear through enemies without a second thought. Ylon, the Scarlet Lion, slaughtered the "Knights of Galnor", their screams filling the night sky. Of course he did not emerge unharmed, and he soon passed out from blood loss. He awoke, a week later, exactly where he lost consciousness, completely healed. Now he wanders, risking his life to kill any immortal he came across, for he believed them to be demons on the surface.[/spoiler][b]Additional:[/b] More will be added when I'm not literally falling asleep!