Ghast Blade

Ghast Blade
Player: @Ghasten
Origin:	Mutation/Science
Archetype:	Scrapper/Blaster/Dominator/Brute
Threat Level:	50
Personal Data
Real Name:	Khan (No other name is known)
Known Aliases:	Ghast Blade, Ghost Blade, The Ghast, Agent Ghast
Species:	Homo Superior
Height:	6.9
Weight:	150 - ? lbs (He can increase and decrease his weight depending what he decided with his Molecular structure.) His armor weighs at least 150 lbs.
Eye Color:	White
Hair Color:	White
Biographical Data
Nationality:	Unknown
Occupation:	Agent of Ghost Widow
Place of Birth:	Unknown
Marital Status:	N/A
Known Relatives:	Unknown
Additional Data
Known Powers:	Has complete control of his body's molecular structure, as he is made out of a plasma like energy he can alter his genetic makeup. This gives him access to a wide range of powers such as Super strength, energy control and manifestation, durability and regeneration. The Plasma like energy he manifests is part of what he is, therefor he can control it as he can control his own self, it can alter form, size and strength while in the air, it can look like lightning or as pure energy. After he joined the Arachnos and became an agent of Ghost Widow, he was thought the secrets of her Soul mastery, something he had taken extreme interest in.. And he uses it when ever he can..
Known Abilities:	He is also a skilled swordsman, which he used plasma or energy based swords with deadly effectiveness
Known Equipment:	Plasma based swords, two handles that are activated with his own energy. The handles are always attached to his lower back.
Footnotes:	Is roleplayed as an Arch Villain
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Born, birth, created.. What happened no one knows anymore, all that is known is that the man they call Khan came into existence somewhere around 100 B.C, son or spawn rather of a great warlord of the southern continent.. While if it was this dimension or not, he doesn't himself know. His childhood is but a flicker of memories left in the darkest recess of his mind, images of battles and of death's.. That is most what his mind's eye remember.

He was different, when he got mad the sand turned to glass, when he was upset he didn't cry, he screamed in pain.. He looked as if he was dead, even from birth, while his people where dark skinned, he had pale and almost white.. He was an outcast..

It wasn't until his teens when he discovered his abilities, he could manifest a strange unholy fire, a white fire that burnt enemy armors to nothing but slag, that turned the sand into glass and men into crisp.. His father used him as a fear factor of his enemies, each time he killed someone, his powers grew, and when they grew so did his thirst for blood and death..

He was a reaper of souls, he killed countless men in combat, but his father began to worry off his growing strength.

One night at camp, soldiers of his father surrounded him and stuck spears and blades into his body.. He ceased to live.. But as he did.. His being exploded in a shining light, the camp, the people in it, his father, and all men.. Dead, the area turned into a glass covered crater..

In the middle off it, lay Khan, alive again.. He began to, suspect what had happened, but it was to be years until he knew exactly what he was..

He walked into the desert of his land, heading towards new lands, somewhere he had not been.. He needed time.. He needed to understand..

For years he wandered the desert in search for something he didn't know yet, perhaps it was a purpose, a goal, a life...

He had wandered for 10 years, living at villages only for a couple of months, since all that met him saw him as a monster. People began to tell rumors of Khan, the monster of the desert, his father's war in the south had been noticed by the nomad tribes of the north, and they in turn told off a monster in the shape of a man, but as white as the moon in the sky, they called him 'The Ghost' amusing name Khan thought, and took the name to heart, he knew he wasn't a ghost..

The many villages began to worry of the Ghost, and his arrival to their lands, and they started to gather and discuss the possibility of the ghost being the end of their lives, he had by this time found a valley in which no one passed, it was rumored to be cursed by the gods, he found that very amusing and saw to it to make it into a home.. He touched the wall, and let his energies melt the side of the cliff, making an tunnel, then continuing inward, then making a cavern. A place where he could think and plan for the future. He called the valley his home, and gave it the name of 'El Hadur' in his father's language; 'Home of Death', fitting name for A ghost..

The villagers of the lands had gathered and began t discuss what to do of the life ender, of the ghost that had arrived to their lands, to kill all life, to take away their souls and give it to the dark ones. Leading the villagers was the elder villager; Nahuran, he told of the coming darkness and how the ghost was the bringer of the end and that only with the combined strength of all villages they could halt the progress of the end.

They knew he had went to the valley, and they followed, only to find the valley being off glass, little to no sand was left, and the falling red sun made the men almost go blind of the reflected sunlight.. Dark red the valley glowed, and as the army, as it was an army, dozens of villages had gathered, hundreds upon hundreds of men led by Nahuran to 'El Hadur' to defeat the ghost.. As they arrived, they came upon a sight never before seen or heard of, a shimmering crystal sat in the middle of the valley, it glowed in a dark blue hue, cutting the redness that the sun shined upon it apart, Nahuran stared ahead unsure what this creation was. Obviously a creation by the ghost, he had no idea what it meant.

As the army where led into the valley Nahuran who stood in the front began yelling out for the ghost to appear and face the joint tribes of the desert, to pay for his crimes against nature, the gods and the men living on this earth. The valley remained silent no sounds where heard other then the now faint echoes of Nahuran's words and the footsteps of the army at his heels.. As they closed on the crystal his men began to tremble, some staggered, some fell over weeping others stared at the crystal. For it was not ordinary crystal, it's inside held a pale man with white eyes softly glowing, fixed in the crystal formation.

Nahuran yelled at those that still stood, those that had their courage left to attack to strike the crystal until it shattered. For hours the men continued to hit the crystal with their stone axes and blades, hammers and slings all hit, almost all broke. Some weapons shattered on impact some started to burn as they touched the surface. Men where set ablaze.. Some simply ceased to exist, that was when Nahuran begged them all to hold and wait. They sat up camp on a ridge over the valley where they could have a good view of the crystal.

For many days Nahuran sat in contemplation, reading his sacred books for a ritual to banish the ghost and its crystal from this world or for a ritual to disperse it's powerful crystal fortress. It wasn't until the 23rd day he found an ancient ritual in which any being could be transferred to what was named 'Otherworld' where according to the scriptures, nothing existed but chaos and earth. The next days he had the remaining people gather the materials and resources needed to complete the ritual.

As they prepared the ritual, several of the men reporter seeing the ghost's head moving, following their movements. Many men complained of hearing mumbling when they stared at him, weird strange mutterings in their heads.

Ritual began on the 54th day, since their arrival to the valley.

It ended on the 55th.. The bales had been lit around the crystal, no other lights where allowed other then the suns reflections. The entire crystal shined in a blinding purple light as the fires overwhelmed the formation, in which it vanished with the smoke the fires left behind..

Nahuran was celebrated as a hero of his people and lived many years in happiness as the tribes leader..

The crystal and the Ghost, appeared just as Nahuran told his fellow tribesmen, in chaos and earth.. Deep within the crust of the planet called 'Earth', this earth..