Steven Starfyre
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Steven Starfyre | |
| Player: Mbahamut | |
| Origin: | Magic |
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| Archetype: | Tanker |
| Security Level: | Confidential |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Steven Michael Starfyre |
| Known Aliases: | The Dark Angel |
| Species: | Humanoid |
| Age: | 1000+ |
| Height: | 5' 10" |
| Weight: | 185lbs |
| Eye Color: | Crystalline Blue |
| Hair Color: | Silvery White |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Azerian |
| Occupation: | Smuggler |
| Place of Birth: | Neo Azeroth |
| Base of Operations: | N/A |
| Marital Status: | Confidential |
| Known Relatives: | None living |
| Known Powers | |
| Dual Blades, Dark Armor | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Veteran Operative, Bushido Master | |
| Equipment | |
| Twin Blades, sheathed one against left hip second on back diagonal left (bottom) to right (top) | |
| No additional information available. | |
A dimensional traveler who defines his own "living" justice while returning renegade supernaturals back to their rightful place or destroying them if that isn't possible.
Origin
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"Before I explain to you about myself I'll first start with the history of my home planet Neo Gaia…
The year was 6076 B.A. (Before Apocalypse) on the planet known as Gaia the races of the Elves, Dwarves and Humans finally achieve a peace settlement ending the fourth world war on the planet Gaia. There was a lot of blood shed prior too this and too many lives lost but finally things had begun to turn around. A treaty was signed and ratified by the leading representatives of the great races; this universal agreement indoctrinated rights to all the races and sexes alike. Also in this agreement was drawn out an outline of conduct for science and magic creating a guideline for coexistence and opened up to the idea of fusing the two methods together. This fusion would be coined the term “Mana-tech”. High efficiency energy sources that were once impossible to decipher by either or could now be harnessed through this technology/magic and plans were laid on a mass scale to rebuild and reconstruct in what was now so badly broken.
Months later as the re-beautification process hit full swing a singular being was reportedly flying across the sky in a bright streak of light over the city of Giunespin. Over the course of the following 10 days there was more reports from other locations of fly beings in increasing numbers, people started to worry. On Bahamut 17, 6076 B.A. these suspicious so called “flying beings” presented themselves to our world leaders and presented them at a global summit in Azeroth with an offering of peace. A single white paper envelope to which its significance and the meaning of following actions thereafter have been lost to us at the present date. Upon reviewing the envelope these beings who called themselves "Archons" were invited by the leaders to a closed joint meeting. This was only the beginning for the races unknowingly had just begun to move in a direction that the gods themselves could not only approve but also aid. A seat was added to the counsel of the races as the “Divine Guardian” speaker and liaison of the divine plane began to attend all formal discussions. Bahamut 29, 6076 B.A. the Divine Guardian through the will of the gods located and brought forth for the races what would be known in history as the "Nine Gates”. Each gate was physically a large ivory obelisk all placed in key locations around the globe which could act as access ways to the infinite energy stored upon the divine plane itself. I'd continue on this fruitful time period but I'll spare telling you about nonessential information, let's move on to the second dark age...
Icarus 12, 6089 B.A., 2 years had passed now since the "Gate Wars" began. Each major campaign for control only succeeded in the destruction of an access way. By then all but 1 gate had been destroyed, at it's foot the divine guardian stood blocking the conflict from the final gate with a magical barrier. They didn't know it at the time but he was desperately trying to stop the races from self destruction, if only he could have seen the root cause or for all we know he did and just let it play out. Amongst the carnage of war a group of 7 individuals calling themselves the “Lords of the Black Zeal” arose to power and it is highly suspected that they themselves were not native to the planet. Unconcerned with current affairs or what affects it might have they engaged the guardian in an all out attack. The battle itself was waged in total to 12 days of close range combat and as the sun was setting on the 12th day the Divine Guardian finally fell, this was the act which ended the age of prosperity and brought forth the age of pandora. With the destruction of the last gate the gods themselves were sealed off, unable to protect the races and the planet from the other side that awaited for the moment which was now at hand. One by one 15 pure black spires of darkness and evil energy grew in major cities and kingdoms around the world. It would take one year for these spires to mature and bring about the apocalypse known as the “Inescapable Purging”."
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"The year is now 1245 E.F. known in full terms as the Ethereal Frontier. One thousand two hundred and forty five years ago the races of the elves, dwarves and humans were nearly wiped out by an invasion force that scaled equal to total global populous. Since that day a number of cities and kingdoms have been rebuilt but they are nowhere near close to their former glory. This world is now more of a reversed, corrupted and perverse variant of the old world that few remember and most nowadays are ignorant to its once existence. The kings and governments of today are no more then mere puppets setup and controlled by devils or other dark forces that hide their physical appearance from plain sight to blend in. It's not uncommon to read obituaries about other extraplanar individuals in your local newspaper like vampires, angels, elementals, etc. A global police agency known as the Drow Enforcement Unit can make people fall off the grid overnight or tales far worse that I won't try to explain. This was the world I was raised in and to me this world was what I called home. My father was a brilliant scientist enslaved by the D.E.U. and my mother a beautiful and caring woman who unfortunately died at my birth. These fangs that I bare came as a result of her passing though they are both a gift and a curse. My father disappeared when I was only 4 and I was left in the caring hands of the brothers of Fharlanghn monistary. Two years would be the only normal I knew for the rest of my life because at the age of 6 I would meet a new world; one full of lies and deceit. Enlisted and sent into the Melchoir Academy I trained and studied till the age of 21 which was when my induction into the D.E.U. occurred. I spent my first four years at the bottom as a grunt, go here, do this, return there go to sleep and do it all over again tomorrow. A baseline infantry soldier was not my calling so when the opportunity presented itself I changed jobs becoming an interrogator. Two more years passed I excelled being attached to and eventually becoming Vice Commander of Spec Ops Andariel unit. I'd spend another four but one night on a routine raid I experienced an event that would open my eyes and make a discovery about the real truth, the one I was blind to up until that evening. I had no idea how large the big picture actually was or how little I would be able to comprehend about it at first; how naive I was to believe the reasoning puked out to me at the academy."
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"Defender 20, 1279 E.F., it’s been almost 35 years now but it seems much longer at times. I managed to leave the D.E.U. labeled as a traitor only to become a leader of a rebel movement. So far the freeing of Neo Azeroth followed by a total of 11 other cities worldwide have been liberated from the grip of the dark corruption. Through each campaign I've learned little by little about where all these dark forces came from and the real history of the world, the pure evil that stands behind even the strongest of balors. They call themselves the “Lords of the Black Zeal” and they are a cute bunch. From what I have gathered and pieced together from their agents any nightmare would seem like dreams to those whoever encounter such a vile force. There's only one way to free these people and it may cost a lot of lives including my own but in the end they must be stopped at any cost. I've decided to embark on a journey to find any assistance and technology that could aid in our struggle. I know that if I can travel through the multiverse the Black Zeal most likely already has a leg up so, I'm hoping I don't happen upon them by accident..."
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