Ferris Lockehart
An angelic nephilim with an affinity for time, duty-bound to protecting employer and dear friend Evelyn LeRoi. Having lugged around and trained with a massive executioner's sword since childhood, his skill with a blade is impeccable and lethality unmatched; even in the age of the firearm.
Physical Description
Light skintone, incredibly muscular upper body. Despite years of training and combat, completely unscarred.
Blond hair, short and round eyebrows. Sharp, blue eyes with a bright white limbal ring. RBF.
Mental characteristics
Ferris grew up in a mainland town blessed with Demonite. This town decided to partition a majority of the ore to be used in weaponsmithing. As a result, weaponry became entangled with its identity, and Ferris' as well. At a young age, he was given the sword meant to act as his memento, an executioner's blade named
Dogma.
As was customary, Ferris spent most of his teenage years training with the weapon; despite its unwieldy nature as a tool for beheading stationary targets, he grew proficient with time. He developed a style incorporating its immense weight to deliver devastating slashes and swings. Around this time, he was also discovering and cultivating his affinity in secret. His status as a nephilim was no secret among the village, but what it entailed could still land him in hot water if discovered.
With time, however, Ferris became dissatisfied. In his culture, one is to gain mastery with a single weapon that they keep at their side for life. This was in contrast with the neighboring territory, which had kept up with his village's superior weaponry with evolving tactics and versatile training regiments. The ennui of repeating the same motions and techniques for years wore on Ferris, until one day he eloped to the rival side.
With his status as a nephilim so widely-known, Ferris knew that waltzing in unprepared would be asking for death. So, under cloak and mask, he set off to find someone to train him in the weapon arts he so desperately craved.
Combat training (Gladius, Kukri), military high school, military college.
Bodyguard and retainer for strut governor.
Internalizes weapon as an extension of himself, almost nonfunctional when separated.
Inquisitive, stoic, quick on the uptake.
History
Early in his life, Ferris was but a hermit with a sword. He took up contract work to keep himself fed, but was barely scraping by. It wasn't until Evelyn stumbled upon the boy slumped outside of a nearby bar. Even without taking notice of his nephilic nature, she could sense something unique about the swordsman.
After a bit of prodding and tired resistance, she convinced him to accompany her in one of her occasional evening haunts. Having been supported by her family's wealth and influence at the time, Evelyn had more than enough free time to fool around. She brought him along to her favorite locales of the strut; a concert hall that played free nighttime shows, a beautiful seaside gazebo, and a number of other experiences that culminated in a fateful visit to her favorite bar.
Evelyn has many talents, but holding her liquor has never been one of them. After one too many glasses of sherry, an altercation occurs between her and a few of the other patrons. Snide remarks turn to agitated shouting which quickly turns into threats of violence. Soon, Evelyn seemed to have the entire bar at her throat. Suddenly, though, Ferris steps between her and the raging crowd, pointing his sheathed blade at the mass as if to say "Come try your luck".
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