Heed the call of Master Eric Rajin...... ((No Guild Affiliation at present. attacks 50+ ))"Appearances are decieving."
"You wanted to learn my pet? Then come and take a seat.. Learn what it is that has created the man before you. Learn of the life's fiery heat."
I've been searching for a few pictures. I've found a few that I like, but I'll have to take a few better ones.
With the shades....
Kinda depressed.....
Checkin' a lady with a body.. or an attitude.
As a child, Eric grew within the darkened alleys of Rhydin's Southside projects. Growing up from his childhood he came under the wing of a woman known as Zattana. This kind gypsy woman took Eric in as an adolescent, shaping him in the ways of a gentleman. Initally, Eric ran with his brothers. A trio of demons bent on sex, money, drugs and learning of their own powers. Zattana gradually brought him away from these tendencies. Speaking to him, caring for him as a mother figure she brought him to his Sensei who trained him within the art of battle. With this he was first trained in the art of daggers crowning his achievement with a black lotus dagger holding the eternal flame of night as it's aura. To overcome his first challenge he sought the flames of hell itself to break through the catacombs, fight hordes of demons, and finally laid claim to his prize... A full phoenix named Xavier of shimmering red tips and full blackened sparkling plumage.. His first companion in life. Taking him in as a pet, he came to care for the bird... Yet to this day, he still is unsure to the true extent of it's power. Always keeping him with him he wears a gold chain around his neck with a golden phoenix covered in the front with polished marble, and at the bottom are three red rubies... With this charm, he can call on the mighty phoenix from it's confine.
From this he continued on to learn the art of the sword, taking in his own Samurai blade, an alloy of silver and black gunmetal. This remained his first weapon of choice until he came to fashion his own blade through the years of full smith training that he had to achieve. Fashioning a sword made from the jewel which inhabits his ring. He found this jewel after a long journey though the Egyptian underworld and Rhydin, finding the source of it's mysterious power. He had come to know of the djinn and his ties within their blood line. His father, having been one of the few who escaped into freedom before their eternal bond with stones had been one of immense capability to have continued through the ages... Thus he learned of his ancestral ties to darkness. These powers, these instincts had lain dormant and suppressed into the form of a demonic charge by the initial pendant which held a dual blessing cast by Osiris and Aniubis themselves to prevent him from learning of his race and his history. Thus, every hundred years he was reborn in spirit and mind. Though now, with the breaking of that seal, through an intensely heated battle, he came to know of his ties to darkness...The creation. With this knowledge, he crafted his first blade fashioned it out of black gunmetal, reinforced with those same rubies as studs, and etched with a diamond edge.
As he came through his training, he began to become one with his blade working with it in time, to harness it's power, letting the darkness become a flow that he could control... Something to harness in harmony and peace. This, his will tempered by his mother's kind words his fire given in his blood by his father's genealogy, still left him able to succumb to his blood and work with it's power and tenacity. In his control and his pursuit of it, he came to know Crys. Soon they formed a bond, as brother and sister together close confidants and still holding that love for each other that they had.
In that time he also grew to meet another... A panther that he took under his wing. Though initially they started off battling in the darkness, these two held a fight that was more of the will than the body. Within the invasion of the panther's territory in his plans upon his house, he had come to grips with the tenacity that lied within his veins, his feral part of his nature being awakened by the panther's growls.. Within time he came to understand him, taking him in as a pet and a friend. This ones name was Shadow, Black Shadow.... And he remains by his side with his matching crimson eyes, watching as he trains within the moonlight each night.. a protector and a kindred soul.
Now, he holds to his comfort, planning his next step in life searching for his next possible work. He has claimed that prize above all of his treasures, his Kajira, Shana.... In that, he has found a peace. Now, he undertakes his newest endeavor. His latest home. The place of his prosperous loss is now to be transformed into his home of most radiant beauty. His prosperous representation of the TRUE Kajira... His harem.
Though there is much to be done, he has begun his work and he lives on planning the next stage of life, the next course of action, the next endeavor. Where he will go? He knows not. Yet he knows that he must learn and he must grow.
The rest of what lies about this man has yet to be told, though much of his life has past, there is much to still live. In this, he finds his peace, marching on to an ever uncertain future... Savoring each day to the full extent that he can and following the call of song. The song of blades, the song of hearts, the song of music, and the song of dance.... This is his soul.
What are your interests? What do you like? Will you be my ally?
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