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HEX code:323867
Name: The Hand of The King
Age: N/A
Gender: male
Size (small = less than half that of average human, medium = human, large = moderately larger than a human, feel free to be specific with terms, just include a S, M, or L first.): Large, around 12 feet tall, very stocky
Appearance:
He’s heavily armored, very stocky, and rather shiny, his sword is longer than he is tall. Pretty menacing. Huh?
chose this one cause badass and it just gives a front view and more perspective on how armored this guy is.
Aggression level (1-10, what provokes them, how easily are they provoked, etc): 3 usually, if provoked, 9. The Hand won’t waste his time on those he isn’t loyal to, but he would kill himself just to protect those who have his loyalty.
Abilities:
The hand is incredibly strong, he has absurd defense, and a deadly weapon. He can pound the ground, summon a barrier and charge across the arena, and deploy explosive orbs of magic, he can also summon stone constructs (intermission phase with the help of the arena lord) and shield himself so he can recover for a bit.
Strengths:
melee combat
defense
loyalty
crowd control
damage
Weaknesses:
ranged combat
speed
blocking and dodging
being able to stop himself from giving his life in combat (will die before losing)
Innate weapons or armor:
Heavily plated armor, magical gauntlet on one hand which amplifies ground slams
huge sword, called the symmetrical lance, chops through humans like butter
can summon energy grenades, and energy shields to use to charge
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Backstory:
In the distant past, there lived an island. The people on the island hated the horrible king, and rightfully so. He treated them all terribly, and filth built up from the lack of sanitation, as the lesser places lacked importance to the king. One day people started catching a terrible Flu that, despite all treatment, spread like a fire, and killed within weeks. The infected bodies seemed to change and warp quickly, so they were buried. A few months after the start of the epidemic, now a tenth of the kingdom had become infected, there were sightings of the corpses, rising and mutated, wrecking havoc.
It only grew worse from there. Eventually, the king and his select army had to isolate themselves in the king’s castle. It didn’t work for long. Eventually the king himself and the Hand of the King, who’s origins are as little known as the island’s, had to also leave, as the queen had also become infected.
The Hand sustained the king through many months on a hidden rooftop of the castle. The hand didn’t sleep, he didn’t eat, he watched, and killed anything that got close. Eventually, the king stopped responding.. it happened all of a-sudden. His skin lost its color, and he was suddenly gone from his own body. He never said a word to the Hand again.
Along one day came a strange and intelligent creature that was able to beat the hand. This creature lacked no infection, yet it still decided to kill the king. The hand, alone now, sat and pondered. He had nothing to live for.. nobody to protect.
the void reaver finally found him, and he didn’t even try to fight it as he was taken away.
Home world: Whatever island dead cells takes place on
Aliases: The Hand/King’s Hand
Acquaintances: The King, Current Arena Lord