“It is only through the shadows that one comes to know the light.”
Umbra Mortis, the Shadow of Death
Umbra Mortis, the Shadow of Death
Abilities
Tenebris
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Ignis Fatuus
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Aevitas
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Iter per Scissio
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Weaknesses
Tenebris
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Aevitas
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Umbra Mortis
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Personality
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Appearance
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Story
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Suddenly, a dark aura began to emit from the ground itself. Before the Romans could react to this seemingly random phenomenon, they were filled with bloodlust and bravery. Even Umbra himself could feel the power this aura brought coursing through his veins. With loud war cries, they charged towards their Greek counterparts.
The two groups crashed together like waves on the shore. Fueled by his bloodlust, Umbra cleaved through the Greek army with his gladius. There was no other thought in his mind than slaughtering his enemies. Tens of soldiers fell as Umbra and the other Roman legionaries advanced. There was no stopping them. It was an absolute bloodbath, despite the numbers.
As the last Greek fell, the legion’s bloodlust was still not sated. Onward, they marched to the nearest Greek village. It was as if they had become beasts in human skin. The entire village was looted and burnt to the ground. Men, women, and children were put to the sword after the soldiers had committed unspeakable acts of savagery upon them. The villagers had to endure great pain before the legionaries would finally end their suffering. Umbra was no different. He himself ventured off after the village was desecrated in order to find more victims.
While he was wandering around, the effects of the aura still present in him, he started to long for more power. That was when he saw a caravan journeying along the dirt path. Without a second thought, he ran towards the twenty-four guards which flanked the three wagons. They descended upon him like crows on a carcass, surrounding him as he neared the caravan. Umbra fought back, slaying the guards one by one. The wagon drivers soon followed their guards to the afterlife.
A dark aura seemed to flow out through the cloth covering the middle wagon. “Strange,” Umbra remarked. He approached the wagon and lifted the cloth, revealing the source of this aura. It was a sword with a dark serrated blade and iron cross-shaped hilt. Orbs of shadows orbited around this weapon. A voice spoke to Umbra. “Tenebrissssssssss,” the voice said inside his mind, “Snatch it and unlimited power will be yourssss.” Umbra, completely mesmerized, grabbed the sword by the hilt with his right hand.
Immediately, Umbra fell to his knees as dark tendrils extended from the sword’s hilt. He felt his life slowly get sucked out of him. Patches of the skin on his right arm slowly began to harden and turn black. A line of runes slowly wrote itself onto his wrists and horizontally from his shoulder until his hand.
Umbra resisted with all his might, turning his earlier bloodlust into power. His whole body strained to combat the corruption that was taking place. His mind was a battlefield – the ancient spirit inside of Tenebris battling with Umbra’s own mind. The legionary fought with all that he had so he wouldn’t be consumed by this weapon.
Tenebris had long awaited the perfect host to wreak havoc upon the world, but Umbra would not submit. Tenebris himself was forced to bend to Umbra’s will, the corruption stopping at Umbra’s right arm. The legionary regained control of himself before he passed out from exhaustion.
After years of using his blade, Umbra had mastered Tenebris – both the weapon and the spirit it held. Umbra did unspeakable things of horror as he wreaked havoc upon his enemies. He used his powers in serving the Roman Empire, quickly rising through the ranks of its legion.
Slowly, Umbra was returning to his old self. The bloodlust gradually faded away from him until one day, it was completely gone. On that day, he had come to face the reality of his deeds. He was faced with immense guilt of the war crimes he had done. He became depressed and sought to atone for his sins, but he did not know how.
He decided to try to atone for his sins by helping other people. He defended people and villages with his immense skill with the blade. He even lent help to farmers who were harvesting their crops. Every day, he journeyed across the land, depending only on nature for his daily sustenance. He rested every night, sometimes in a kind man’s house, but most times just outside, exposed to the elements.
One particular day, Umbra bit off more than he could chew. After scaring off a group of bandits from a village, the bandit leader vowed to make Umbra pay what he did. The Shadow of Death simply laughed as the bandits scurried away from him. The day was filled with festivities to celebrate what Umbra had done for the village.
During the night, the bandits came back and slaughtered everyone as Umbra was asleep. By the time the Shadow of Death woke, the village was already burnt halfway to the ground. Grabbing Tenebris, he hastily went outside and found the bandits pillaging the village and killing its inhabitants.
Rage filled his heart. Umbra hacked and slashed at the bandits, trying to take them on all by himself. Soon, he was swarmed by tens of bandits who proceeded to inflict multiple wounds on him. He just wouldn’t die. Umbra felt so much pain. Every muscle in his body longed for the sweet release of death, but it just wasn’t meant to be.
Tenebris seemed to glow a darker aura as Umbra fell to his knees, his enemies still stabbing and slicing. Just as he was about to pass out from the pain, he felt a burst of power surge through his veins. A dark orb burst out of Tenebris, causing the bandits to stagger away from Umbra.
Taking this opportunity, Umbra jumped to his feet and slashed at his foes. One by one they fell, unable to fight back even when they recovered from the initial shock. Umbra was just too powerful for them to handle. Bloodlust seemed to fill his mind once again, Tenebris taking this moment to try and overpower its host.
Umbra fought back once again, eventually re-establishing his dominance over the sword’s spirit. He fell to his knees and covered his face with both hands as tears started to fall from his eyes. He failed these people. He caused their deaths. It was his fault.
It wasn’t long before someone came along and found him like this. A heavily armored man, wearing traditional Spartan armor, approached him and gave him a tap on the back. The Spartan and the Roman conversed and a bond of friendship was born. When the talking was over, Umbra had agreed to help Zackeroar in his quest to rid the world of Asheans – monstrous abominations who spread corruption and bring chaos to the land. The same monsters who created Tenebris and summoned the dark aura which influenced the Roman Legion.
The two eventually succeeded in their quest and split up. Zackeroar had business with the Greek gods, leaving Umbra to wander the world alone once again. Thousands of years passed and the world had been changing. Umbra, on the other hand, had not. He still retained his youthful stature and appearance as the world grew more modern. He was forced to adapt to these changes, sticking to the shadows and preferring to be unseen - a protector lurking in the darkness.
Eventually, a corporation known as the RHG had formed. It pitted gladiators against other gladiators. A blood sport, much like how it used to be in Rome. Umbra had his suspicions that the corporation itself was evil and decided to join it. He wanted to know more about this mysterious company from the inside. Unbeknownst to him was the fact that he had a role to play in the War to come. [/spoiler]
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Battle History
Umbra
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Zackeroar
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Battle Record
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Former Gladiators
Zackeroar, Wrath's Incarnate
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Wrath: Given to him by his father, Zeus. This gives Zackeroar the strength of four men. He, although slowly, heals in this state. He can only use this when he gets angry. His senses get enhanced and moves much much better during this state.
Weapons:
This warrior uses a spear with a steel tip and an oak shaft.
Weaknesses of your Gladiator:
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