Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you. Friedrich Nietzsche. //This OC is a decedent of a long lost clan of Monster Hunters, known as The Primals. Primals, along with other Monster Hunting clans were all trained in different forms of combat from archery to swords to magic. All of the clans descended from their ancestor gods, Lox and Nux. Lox was the female goddess of day time and stars(sun, sunlight and fire) and Nux was her brother of the night, moon and related satellites. When Humans came, the two siblings and lovers made their own forms of Humans built to hunt the monstrosities made by Chaus, their older brother who owns Chaos, lies and deceit. These Humans, or known as Animus (Animi for plural) had heightened senses such as night vision, like a cat. They also had better endurance, will, a sense of magic and inhumane strength. The most important gift is called Donum, allowed the Animi to reach a state of god like perception of time, allowing them to bend it by slowing it down or speeding it up, even allowing them to FEEL what could happen. With this gift, it also allowed them to see their preys weak spots and shows them a trail of where the prey may have gone if it fled. My OC, Dante Fera was your average hunter and archer, who sold his goods at his familys market. One day, the young man, about age nineteen found a strange book and yellow mask, both giving off an odd humming sound found within a sealed off box in his basement. When he came to the box, the lock seemed unsolvable and gave up. Out of curiosity, he simply put his hand on the lock itself and it unlatched. As previously, stated he found the book and the mask. As he opened the book, it beamed out a bright orange light and it knocked him unconscious. When he awoke, he found himself in a forest, but he felt different, almost ethereal. As he rose to his feet, he noticed a bow and a quiver of arrows. Quickly, he picked them up and journeyed deep into the mysterious realm. For hours he walked, but without feeling tired, worn down or even hungry. Yet, throughout all these hours, he found no animals or useful herbs. Compared to where many would attempt to find a way out or simply give up, Dante kept going, loving the everlasting anticipation of the hunt for whatever he could find. After crossing a small stream by leaping from rock to rock that emerged from the fast moving and clear blue water, Dante saw an odd looking creature, something of legend- a Maero. This human-like creature was a wild, violent man with long, bony fingers accompanied by dagger like nails and long, black, dirty hair. The creature was pale, its veins and arteries shown through its skin. By the gods, its eyes- or there lackof terrified the young man. Where the eyes would be were simply two empty black holes dripping with crimson blood. Despite not having any real eyes, it became alert of Dantes presence as soon as he crossed the stream, he had entered his territory. The creature opened his mouth, giving a bone twirling scream and made a mad dash for the hunter. With inhumane reaction time, Dante raised an arrow from his quiver, nocking his arrow onto his bow and pulled back quickly. With elegance and determination, Dante release the arrow from its holding and it pierced the beast between the voids for eyes. As the creature fell to the ground, it moaned just before death and Dante awoke on the floor in his basement once more. The young man, confused and scared took the book, mask and case to his small room, isolating himself to the items for about a week, claiming sickness. As he was isolated, he learned from the book the history of Monster Hunters- Animi and the many clans, including one from which he derived, the Primals. The book went onto explain that each clan were separate based on teachings, beliefs and simply to have competition. With this, it taught Dante about the gifts given to such Humans. The final chapter of the book struck him oddly, it spoke of the last member of the clan, the author. The name left Dante senseless, it was his name! His parents said it was a family name passed down from more than two hundred years ago, from a man who was known to be the best hunter from the region. That man was the one who wrote the book that laid in front of Dante. The final words from the book read as this. I am Dante Fera, and this was my story. I am the last of my clan, possibly my kind. I have but one wish left in my long life. If you are reading this, that means you are very special, a relative from the future of mine. This all may seem strange but please, if I am indeed the last of my kind, I want you to rebuild the clan of Primal, do not let monsters rule this world. The rest was smudged and illegible. In his dreams, Dante was the leader of a clan reborn, ones who hunted and took down monsters of all kinds from the many corners of the world. By the later part of the dream, two voices spoke to him. The foreign and exotic voices said in synch. You are the child of our own. You are Primal, you are Animus. Carry on the tradition, the monstrosities of days past may be seen as legend or simply not worthy of danger. But do not be a fool, they are massing in the East, they will come to the civilized world and they will kill mankind, unless you follow your destiny and become the master of the Primal. Dante awoke and he knew what he had to do. He took the mask and his hunting gear along with the box and book and left the small town without a moments notice. Every night, he prayed to the voices and they taught him things, things of nature and history. But, even with the knowledge of such things, nothing meant more than the training they gave him- training to kill monsters. The mask, including in his teachings was actually an item of great power, allowing him to bend the minds of animals around him for as long as he mentally could. (Relied on concentration, mental stability among other things) As he grew older, he lived off the land and held a frugal, yet determined mind. Ten years later, now at the age of thirty, Dante lead a small clan of Animi. These members were chosen by Lox and Nux, most had amazing ability, just not the gifts. So to this day, the clan hides in the shadows and protects humanity from what also hides in the dark.
Posted on: Sat, 17 Jan 2015 08:25:13 +0000
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