Belasarius

"If one ever finds themselves lost in the treacherous cold and spots this haunting silhouette, they should hope its the cold that kills them."

Belasarius, a nomad lost in his search for fulfillment. An Azorian by birth, he has lived centuries searching and hunting for one who shall slay him in battle. His obsession has led him down a dark path, killing even those he held dear in his frivolous pursuit. Now he leaves his self induced exile from the Treacherous North, in hopes to find what he truly seeks from his damned life.

Appearance
Blue flames that could pierce the night with their cold glow rest upon his skeleton head. He dons scrappy armor that fails to cover even his exposed incandescent ribcage. A cloak draped over his figure, gives the appearance of a normal wanderer, except for the his large undead dire wolf mount. His weapon of choice is a large halberd he carries at his side with various runes engraved along the dark oaken shaft.

Personality
He used to be a caring soul, until he was wounded by the loss of those he cherished. Now he is a battle driven monster that will do what he must to satiate his thirst for battle. Though sometimes his caring side will prevail holding him back from be a true monster. Now a battle rages within and none will know what shall happen if either side of him prevails.

History
Belasarius was born at Odium's rift, from a young age trained in the martial arts and battle strategy. His father brutal ingrained into him battle tactics and fighting techniques. Oftentimes his father would take him out to hunt beasts. As he grew older however, those beasts became people then warriors. The only one who showed him any shred of love was his mother, she cared for him after every fight. He grew up in this environment until he came of age. That's when his dad initiated the final test, kill his mother. The order was something he could not do, refusing he attempted to flee with his mother. Belasarius thought he had escaped his father but in the end he was found, so he was forced to the last resort. A duel with his father.

They traded blow after blow, then Belasarius started to feel something. A feeling that would permeate his life, the thrill of the fight. As he was about to strike down his father his mother shouted for him to stop, he steadied his blade right before his fathers skull. His father took the chance and threw a dagger at Belasarius' mother. In a fit of rage Belasarius struck down his father, rushing over to his mother as she lay on the ground her flames of life burning faintly. As she passed the pain of loss caused Belasarius to go through a catalyst of change as his Red hot flames turned to a cool blue and chill radiated from his body. He knew what he must do, as he set out....for The Treacherous North.