Balthazar Orias

Name: Balthazar



Age: 24

Height: 5'11

Weight: 153

Race: Human

Eye color: Icy Blue

Weapon: Gun-blade

About: When he was born, his parents saw great things were going ot happen in his life. He would be a protector, a guardian. His mother named him Balthazar, and his father was with her all the way. The blueish-gray eyes that he was born with slowly got brighter and brighter, until his eyes were a brilliant blue. His hair color slowly receeded from platinum blonde to ashen grey, then brightened to an almost silver color. The color of mercury.

Even as a young child Balthazar wasn't afraid of monsters. Somehow he had come upon the knowledge that everything could be good as well as evil. He knew people could be more monsterous than any monster he knew of. He had an open heart though most of his life. Like all young men, he had to take swordsmanship. But even though he had to, he was looking forward to it. He loved the sound of metal striking metal. He loved the sound of his own heart pounding in his chest. Most of all, he loved how dangerous it was. He was a daredevil, and he knew it. But one day there was a girl taking swordsmanship with him. A girl! The other boys laughed at her, calling her weak, but he knew better. If she was here, and she was a girl, she had talent. "You." He spoke, walking up to her. "What? You want to make fun of me, too?" Balthazar shook his head. "No. I want to spar." The other boys laughed at him. Sparring with a girl? Too easy. He would make a fool out of her in seconds. He ignored them. He wanted to see just what she was capable of. That day was his first lesson in defeat. He was doing good, but suddenly her leg was over his blade, and she was spinning on one leg. One! With such ease! It caught him off guard, and her blade was at his throat in an instant. "Looks like I win." She sheathed her blade. "What is your name?" He asked, her, and she turned back to look at him, a small smile forming on her lips.

"Solome."

After that day, he and Solome were friends. The other boys shied away from them, seeing as they were the best out of any of them. The praticed together, they ate together. After practice when they were worn out they would curl up under the shade of a large oak tree and doze. As the years went by, their relationship grew from friends to best friends to lovers. His late teenage years were the happiest of his life, in the arms of his Solome when he had nothing else he needed to do. If he had a bad day, she would be there to comfort her. If she had a terrible day, he would be there to wipe her tears away. Even after their lessons were long over, they would still train together, building their skills. But with happiness come pain. One day, Balthazar went to their favorite tree, going to meet Solome as usual. But what he saw stunned him. She was in the arms of another man, lost to the world. He remembered his father's words. 'All creatures are capable of good, just as all creatures are capable of evil. It is the way of the world.' He turned and left, returning to his home. He had no purpose here. No purpose anywhere. He gathered his belongings and left.

He tried to become a soldier, but he didn't have the fortitude for it. Most were corrupt, and he didn't want to deal with that. He could have been a palace guard, but he would have nothing to do except be told where to stand all day long. No one attacked leaders anymore. He couldn't find any purpose in life. But, at the age of nineteen, he ran into a mage in need of a body guard. He was a necromancer, and people weren't fond of their work. Balthazar thought for a few moments, then gave a silent nod. He would protect this outcast of a mage with his life. That would be his purpose. The Necromancer's name was Dorian.

Balthazar saw many experiments, many spells, and he was reminded again of his father. This necromancer did nothing evil. Dorian did go against god, but he didn't care about that. He didn't hurt any innocents. His clothes were starting to get small, and his blade rusty. Using his magiks, Dorian created a new outfit and a new blade. "Fitting, for my guardian." But soon the necromancer was taken by one of his own monstrosities, and after ending its new life, he left, again without a purpose.