Name:  Deliverer

Age: ? ? ?

Gender: Male

Heart Type: ? ? ?

World of Origin: ? ? ?

Appearance: An oppressive shadow cloaked in obscurity. Deliverer is a figure that is completely hidden by a heavy brown cloak that looks to be worn and tattered from the elements. He positively towers over the common man: standing at over seven feet tall. That paired with a powerful build beneath his cloak as evident of his broad shoulders makes him quite intimidating to look at. His face remains completely obscured by the shadow of his hood but if one were to look closely at certain times: they might be able to see sparks of golden light burning where his eyes should be.

Personality: Deliverer appears like a quiet observer and holds the detached air of an outsider looking in. This cloaked figure stands with stoicism and chooses little words as he watches the world through his veil of obscurity. Yet, when he does speak, he lets himself be heard.

Beyond the shadow of his hood: colors of his true heart can be seen briefly shining through. For example, the way he carries himself is telling of the sort of person he truly is. He stands with unwavering confidence and pride, as if he commands immeasurable strength at all times. His words carry the charismatic weight of a seasoned leader and there are no traces of doubt or hesitation in his tone.

Speckles of warmth, however muted, sometimes manage to reveal themselves as well. Though ultimately: it seems for whatever reason Deliverer is trying to conceal and obscure his true self. So whatever embers of his heart he shows are quickly snuffed away leaving the quiet shadow once more.

History: Light and Darkness...

Separate but Equal...

Two halves of the cycle of life...

Two primeval forces that no man could ever hope to contain. Yet, time and time again those seeking to lay claim over one or the other have appeared in the annals of fate. These villains wooed by the promise of absolute power have brought nothing but death and destruction in their designs to claim that which cannot be claimed. So, what sort of despair could be wrought from someone attempting to claim both? 

The man behind the hood began to suspect something was amiss when he began to hear strange whisperings among those he considered his allies. Talks of balance. Talks of control. The promise of power and unfathomable rewards. A corruption had ebbed it's way into the ideals of those who were supposed to be stalwart. 

Instead, dogmatic fascination and obsession over this concept of 'true balance' began to creep into the hearts of those allies. Though despite how demanding these ideals seemed to be it was subtle and hard to separate exactly who truly believed, and those who merely wished to discuss said ideals on a philosophical level. 

Though there was no doubt to what was happening as others began to go missing. There had been a traitor among the ranks who was getting rid of those who wouldn't convert to their way of thinking. It was impossible to tell who was responsible however. The man, unable to clearly find the true culprit ended up obscuring himself to protect his heart. There was no telling who he could trust or who he could rely on anymore. As such he was left alone to travel the worlds in an attempt to seek help. Yet there had been one bit of guidance he couldn't ignore:

He had to find the Key.


OOC: Nicobee

Face Claim: (All Art of Deliverer under his hood will be drawn by me)

List of Other Characters: Zero