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And the Sky darkened...
Stygian Sky
Player: @quest
Origin:	Floran
Archetype:	Scrapper
Security Level:	20s
Personal Data
Real Name:	Unknown
Known Aliases:	Sky
Species:	Floran
Age:	24
Height:	6' 3"
Weight:	208 lbs
Eye Color:	Brown
Hair Color:	Brown
Biographical Data
Nationality:	Confidential
Occupation:	Confidential
Place of Birth:	Flora
Base of Operations:	Confidential
Marital Status:	Single
Known Relatives:	Unknown
Known Powers
Hightened Physical Prowess and Enhanced Sensory Perception, Undefined Psychic Ability
Known Abilities
Swordsman, Marksman, Adept Field Medic, and a long list of others
Equipment
Varies, but typically... Sword, Axe, Bow, Rudimentary Pistols, Gas Mask, Dust Goggles, various smaller blades and whatever useful trinkets he manages to scrape together.
Character is from another dimension, for information on that world please check out Renaissance

Legends

Nightfall

Hordes come in all shapes and sizes. They tend to have the same goals, survival, profit, advancement, but how they all go about it... Well that's a different matter. Most would scrounge and barely get by, desperately scratching at the barrier between the run of the mill, and the stuff myth and rumor tell of. Others, they take the bold step, doing things that nobody else tries... Or at least survives.

The Nightfall Horde started as the former. They would pillage, loot, barely surviving in the harsh desert of the world and doing little but scurrying inside the large, overgrown concrete jungles. No one told their stories, for there were none to tell.

Then, rumor has it, whether the fault of their leader, or by sheer coincidence, they found themselves smack dab in the bowels of a Church of Evolution ritual. The skies darkened as that which this world wanted so badly to reject, went unabated. Nightfall had the choice, run and save their skin or...

Or it was, and soon rumor told of the Horde that stood in the face of Evolution and survived. Their reputation began to grow and like all great rumors, it grew out of hand. Until one day, the Nightfall Horde of myth, the horde that could face down the Devil himself, faced off with only their second ritual...

The Rumors are all that remains...

And the Sky darkened

Time moved on, as it often did. From the ashes of Nightfall, a man appeared, claiming to be one of their own. He wore no colors, no symbols. He was for all conceivable purposes, a drifter. All that was known of who he was, was held within the rumors, the myths...

"The Church had gathered, and this time, their ritual was so important one of those massive creatures, those... 'Evolved'... Even one of those made a point to be present. The area went silent, even the breeze seemed to halt for this unholy practice. Above, the sky turned red as blood and below the earth shuddered from the act. The Guides chanted and enacted their 'holy rite' as the Evolved looked on at it's followers. Then suddenly, the wind blew, the sky darkened, and from the heavens a man... No, more a monster than a man, he fell from the sky holding a blade of mangled black alloy, said to be taken from the Church itself. He cut a bloody path through them all, and when the cattle were butchered, he turned on their shepherd. They say the earth trembled from their fight, that the sky roared and cracked with thunder. In the end, the man stood and pulled his sword from the Evolved and simply drifted into the night..."

Paradise

Changing Winds

A dark night, a crack of lightning, a roar of thunder, a misplaced man. However, in Paragon, such things are often overlooked, this being one of those times. Sky managed to pull himself together and scramble to a hole to hide in.

What happened in that time, until he began to carve his way across the city, is yet to be determined. However, his speed, his reflexes, his senses... He is far from his former glory. The man legend told could defeat a great Evolved, could take on endless waves of monstrous creatures, found himself struggling against simple gang members and punks. He is, fortunately, like most of his kin, quick to adapt and he has begun to get his wits about him again...

Lightning Struck Twice

Since arriving, his presence seems to be constantly accompanied by a miss Lucy Love Letter. They share a kinship, as the only two they know of from their world. They work through the city, gathering what they can for their brethren back home, and trying to prevent their nightmare from becoming reality on this world.