Rekhyt

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Rekhyt has returned to the isles. Keep an eye open for him. --Pathstalker 17:10, 30 August 2009 (MST)

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The Ruthless, Demonic Rekhyt
Rekhyt
Player: Pathstalker
Origin: Magic
Archetype: Brute
Threat Level: Confidential
Personal Data
Real Name: Confidential
Known Aliases: Lapwing, Amun, Runihura
Species: Human
Age: Confidential
Height: Confidential
Weight: Confidential
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Biographical Data
Nationality: Confidential
Occupation: Mercenary for Hire
Place of Birth: Confidential
Base of Operations: Confidential
Marital Status: Confidential
Known Relatives: Confidential
Known Powers
Elemental magic
Known Abilities
Extensive knowledge of magic and demonology
Equipment
Confidential
No additional information available.


Originally created from inspirations such as "V for Vendetta," and the "Bartimaeus Trilogy," Rekhyt is my ideal villain: a ruthless and focused figure with no room for error, but also bearing the ability to evolve and adapt. Most importantly, however, is that he manages to be a reflection of my mind and the ways I percieve the world. He's the medium I express myself through and my connection to people and places that others do not have. -Pathstalker

Contents

The Ruthless Rekhyt

Background

Little is known about Rekhyt and his past. He is believed to have been born and raised outside of the country due to his mastery of several languages and many arcane skills, however, nobody can as of yet confirm his exact origin. Those near him recognize his belief in secrecy and know that he would never divulge his upbringing or experiences to another unless the information given was a lie, or he had something major to gain.

Personality

There is a reason he is referred to as "The Ruthless Rekhyt."

With unknown origins and a face that forever remains hidden behind a mask, Rekhyt remains one of the more mysterious inhabitants of the Isles. Believing in telling nothing and learning everything, he has earned a reputation for being a cold and calculating killer who has brutally murdered everyone who has ever tried to interfere with him. This reputation, combined with his ability to easily read and manipulate people has made him a feared and avoided figure in the Isles.

However, Rekhyt still appreciates the usefulness of having friends and has made several allies over the course of his career. While most of these people or groups have either fallen out of touch with him or been betrayed, a select few figures have remained close friends with Rekhyt and thereby found a steadfast fighter willing to aid them in their respective times of need.

Appearance

From his muscular build to his sharp suits and tailored jackets, Rekhyt presents an imposing and refined figure at all times. The key to his image, however, is his mask.

Rekhyt is NEVER seen without his mask. Consisting of a unique black fabric with a scar pattern across the eyes, the mask allows for easy breathing while at the same time being durable. In the past, the color of the scar on the mask has changed depending on his mood and recent events. However, this is a rare occurrence and each new color usually lasts for a good portion of time.

Abilities

Though none of it has been officially confirmed, there are several rumous around the Isles as to Rekhyt's real abilities.

Super Strength

Stories continue to circulate about Rekhyt being endowed with super-human strength. Countless people have told of events in which Rekhyt was observed punching through hardened steel, ripping up and tossing concrete and even taking down groups of combatants by slamming his foot into the ground. Regardless of how real these stories are, Rekhyt has obviously left a lasting image in those who have witnessed his crimes.

Fire Manipulation

Other rumors tell of Rekhyt battling his foes while on fire. People have attested to his seeing him run into groups of foes with flames surrounding his body, seemingly protecting and healing him while they harmed the foes around him. Most witnesses have said that he looked like a demon straight out of hell, bent on ending the world and their lives.

Rekhyt on the prowl.

History

Please note that the history written here is entirely OOC and for the personal information of other players. ICly, nobody in the isles should know of these events unless they participated in them or were told about them from someone who did.

Magic and Illusion

He was born in London, into a middle-class family with a mother who worried and a father who toiled to make end's meet. Times were hard and success was scarce...The boy would either die before the age of 10 or live to be a factory worker, wasting away his life in poorly ventilated assembly lines.

It was for this reason that when his parents were approached on his 8th birthday by a mysterious but wealthy gentlemen about "Adopting the bright young lad," they gave him up easily...Obviously hoping that he would finally have a chance at becoming something great. With a decent sum of money in their pockets for their "troubles" they handed off their child to the mysterious figure, who told them that they would never see their boy again...But would "One day hear of his success!"

It was in this way that the boy, stripped of his name by his new master, would become one of the powerful. Though his parents had never realized it, he was a clever child with a talent for learning. While this talent had been recognized and praised in during his early school years, the mysterious man who had approached his family saw the true potential. He took the boy into his home and in the tradition of his ancestors, transformed him into his new, nameless, apprentice.

Rekhyt in a medieval suit of armor.

Over the years, the mysterious master would teach his nameless pupil about the intricacies of his art...The art of Demonology. Together, they would summon a variety of hellish beasts and the boy would slowly learn of countless cultures and languages...The arts...The sciences...He would even gain a talent for self defense... All in the name of mastering his art, taught to him by the man who had given him a second chance.

The day finally came when his master deemed him ready. The apprentice had learned all he could and was ready for what was to come. With his birth name forgotten, the apprentice meditated upon his learnings and selected a new name with which to begin his new life.

At last, his master unleashed him upon London. A powerful new summoner, ready to defeat his enemies, enslave his allies and shake the foundations of the city's magic societies.

The days of learning were gone.

Rekhyt was born.

Becoming the Master

For nearly a hundred years, London's magical culture had remained nearly identical. The same groups remained in power for decades and the failures were doomed to remain as such till the end of time.

Rekhyt changed all of this.

In a matter of months all the rules and codes of London's magic users were thrown away. Leaders had been assassinated. Groups had been disbanded. Hostile takeovers had been enacted.

Rekhyt and his master were enjoying the fruits of their labors. They had become the masters of London. However, they were soon to learn a great lesson: making yourself a target gives your enemies a common goal.

On a typically foggy and rainy london evening, Rekhyt's accomplishments were burnt to the ground like so much dry leaves. His enemies allied together and killed his master. His remaining allies either betrayed him or were killed...And so Rekhyt fled to the one place in the world that his enemies considered beneath them: America.

Surviving to make it to Paragon City, Rekhyt was forced to begin anew. His powerbase gone and his funds tight in a new land, he did what he knew best: he summoned a demon. Of course, as many will testify, Paragon City wasn't exactly new to the whole magical attack idea, and so when Rekhyt attempted to rob a bank he was defeated by a group of heroes and thrown in the Zig.

In the Zig, in the lowest possible position he could be, Rekhyt reflected. His bid for power in London had failed...His art was useless in the infamous city of heroes... And here he was in a prison that he could not escape. He meditated upon his actions and upon the possibilities for his future and came at last to a startling conclusion: It was time to evolve.

For centuries, Demonology and the art of summoning spirits had remained the same. He had to take his art to a new level. He had to become something new, something stronger...Something that could allow him to compete with the heroes of the city. He meditated upon this goal. Read every book he could get his hands on...

And at last realized what must be done: He would summon a demon into his body, and at last control the full powers of a greater spirit directly...Without petty rituals or tedious instructions.

With a piece of chalk and a fistful of incence, Rekhyt performed the ritual.

The result lead to massive riots...An earth-shattering explosion...Chaos un-ending.

Rekhyt was born again.




((The Art!))

(((The various pictures on this page have been created by some very talented artists who I managed to annoy into making them for me. Check out their respective websites:

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