Military Profile
Name: Sgrios Zetsumei
NickName: The Black Flamed King
Age: 19
Personality: Adventurous, Solemn in his Duty, Serious, calm demenour.
Race: Human
Class: Magi Knight / King
Spells/Abilities:Fusion/Defusion; He can take any object, sentient or not, and fuse them together to create something with the abilities of both. Example, a regular sword and Dark materia, he puts them together and they fuse with one another, creating a blade that is dark attributed. If they have been fused, he can un-fuse them. (Admin Approved for fusion past weapons and materia.)
Basic; Reflect, Fire, Sonic Blade, Windcutter
Advanced Learner; He is able to learn anything at alarming speeds, which includes, but is not limited to, handling of weapons, and magic.
Sleight of Hand; Master of hand movements, this helps with weapons play, and magic specifically.
Additional Information:Height; 6'2
Weight; 167 lb.
Hobbies; Slicing down heartless, Playing sports
Likes; Destiny, Football, Football(Soccer), Hockey, dry Gin
Dislikes; You
Biography: When Sgrios was but a baby, his parents where killed by a Dark Wizard who left him alive. A knight found him in the house by his dead parents, crying. The knight was going to take him to the King and the Queen, but the Wizard came back to finish the job, with normal circumstances the Knight would have desisted and left the wizard with the baby, it wasn't that he was a bad guy, it was that Dark Magic was just too powerful. But he felt something for the baby, and he protected Sgrios. In the end of the fight the Knight had run the Wizard through, but he was poisoned and was dieing quickly. When a squad of soldiers found the scene, the Knight told them to take the baby to his parents, the King and the Queen. When Sgrios was taken to them, the youngest son of the King and Queen went to the baby, and formed a bond there and then, even if Dante didn't remember. So the King and the Queen adopted him.
He grew up following in his brothers footsteps, he did everything he could to keep up with him, his brother even helped him with his studies sometimes so he could keep up with him. His brother even saved him on a few tests that he took. After awhile the tests became easy, even the advanced ones, Even the Advanced Scythe Play, and Wizardry.
No matter what anyone else said Sgrios always thought his brother had a good-heart. Whereas every one else thought he was an evil spawn of the gods. People started thinking better after Dante became a wizard, but he knew better, he knew they still didn't trust him. However Sgrios trusted his brother with everything he had. He was confused when his older brother got into trouble for what he did, even when he fessed up to it, he never really got that, and he always did his best to apologize to his brother for it.
The reason for his nickname "The Black Flamed King", is because he believes there is a power out there called, The Black Flames, which is a power he hungers to find. Most of his years he has read about the power, On condition of the user can burn for a few seconds, or forever, it can burn through anything physical, or burn at you spiritually, or even not burn at all, as if the fire is there, but has no heat to it. Through this he has wen't and attacked a few worlds with an army he aquired when his brother abandoned his world, leaving him as the heir to the throne.
Another reason for the nickname is that when he burned people of importance to him, or Valued rivals or allies that died in battle, he throws something in the fire to give it a black color. This would be the highest honor you can get from him.
Quote Famous to him:"In the chaos of battle, when the ground beneath your feet is a slurry of blood, puke, piss and the guts of friends and enemies alike, it's easy to look to the gods for salvation and mercy. But in the end it's soldiers who do the fighting, soldiers who do the dying, and the Soldiers lose whats most important to them, and the gods never get their feet wet."
"Remember, we are the Soldiers in these God-Forsaken times. We play the role as men who are.... Disposable, just keep fighting, eventually you'll walk right past hell itself without knowing it. When we die, our part is filled, as the dutiful soldiers, So as we open the path for the leaders, the massiahs, and the good hearted people. Whereas we are the soldiers who kill to protect them, we lost our good hearts long ago in the heart of battles. So just keep fighting, we have nothing left to lose."