Han'ya/Hak

Hak

Concept: The Iron Giant

Motivation: Purge the Unworthy

++Attributes++

Strength 4 Dexterity 3 Stamina 3

Perception 3 Intelligence 3 Wits 4

Charisma 3 Manipulation 2 Appearance 1

Essence 2 Willpower 8

Essence Pool 24

++Abilities++

Melee (F) 4

Archery 3

Thrown 2

Linguistics 3

War 2

Resistance 3

Integrity 3

Presence 2

Survival 2

Larceny 2

Occult (F) 3

Lore 2

++Virtues++

Compassion 3

Conviction 3

Temperance 3

Valor 3

++Intimacies++

His master

Kittens

Combat and bloodshed

++Backgrounds++

Artifact 2 (Slayer Khatars)

Artifact 1 (God-Kicking Boots)

Resources 2 (He does odd jobs whenever he and Han'ya settle down for a while.)

++Arcanoi++

Infernal Compass-For 5m, may reflexively check for the presence and rough number of demons within 300 yards. Roll is (Perception+Occult) at a difficulty of (7-Highest Essence of demon in area), to a minimum of 0.

++ Merits and Flaws ++

Large

Armored Hide

Diet (Metal)

Ugly

++Experience++

Banked: 5

Total: 150

++Other++

Born to a Yozi cultist and a demon of the 2nd circle, he was only a toddler when the cult was discovered and his mother's heart ripped out of her chest before his watching eyes. The Solar responsible, Han'ya's First Age incarnation, took the unfortunately born child and raised him as his own. Of course, raising a seven-foot-tall, iron-skinned, fanged monster with a penchant for mayhem earned him major demerits from the Deliberative, and not even Hak, a gullible young child, believed for a second they were in any way biologically related. He was raised with as close to a normal upbringing as one could have in his situation (not very close) and developed a fanatical loyalty to his savior and adopted father. He was respected among his Solar master's mortal or semi-mortal minions, but was hated almost universally outside the household.

He remained blind to his master's growing corruption until the very end, when he saw his master's secret "menagerie," a library of mutants and hideously deformed creatures kept in cages for his amusement. This horrendous development shook his faith, and he could only sit idly by while the Terrestrials put his master down. He was frozen in a stasis spell, and set to guard the tomb erected far in the East for his master. He slumbered in oblivion for untold centuries until he was awakened by Han'ya making off with a sack full of relics. He snapped into wakefulness with homocidal fury on his mind, and was about ready to rend the unfortunate vagabond limb from limb until he saw the burning Eclipse Caste brand on the man's forehead. This calmed him down enough to hear an explanation, and he quickly recognized Han'ya's attitude and conversational mannerisms to be the same as his old master's. Offering no explanation, he instantly swore loyalty to Han'ya and has followed him around ever since. They form quite a team, Hak's silence, stolidity, and brute physical power balancing Han'ya's manic personality, volatility, and mental acumen. Their shared love of mayhem and chaos has led to several unfortunate events involving local governments and Immaculate monks. Unfortunate for the other side, that is. Heh heh...BURN!!!

The psychopathic hate that most ordinary mortals bear towards him has left him bitter. He rationalizes their hatred by theorizing that they are jealous because they are inferior orders of beings, or that they don't like him because he's ugly. Either way, the chaos and anarchy he spreads is for the purpose of creating a proving ground for humanity and for himself.

He is approximately seven feet tall, hugely muscular, and with skin apparently made of flexible metal comprised of all the metals he has consumed recently, though it feels like skin and is warm, almost feverish, to the touch. They mix unevenly, so the color varies from place to place. His face is bestial in aspect, looking more like an angular metal helmet than a face, with a virtually nonexistent nose, a disproportionately large lower jaw, and fangs as long as a man's thumb. His eyes are sunken orbs colored an irritated red, and they glow faintly in the dark.He has small, pointed ears, and greasy black hair that he keeps cropped fairly short. He always wears a thick, hooded cloak, gloves, and boots, and almost never speaks.

He likes kittens and woods at sunset. His favorite color is purple.