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Long ago when the age of piracy
flourished, there existed a brave and courageous warrior named
Jentar. His skills with a sword were unmatchable. His blade,
they say, was blessed by the gods. It was so sharp it could cut
through the hardest substance. His charismatic nature and
physical stature brought awe to anyone who came across him. Some
preached that he was the embodiment of a god. Jentar always
fought for truth, honor, and justice. He was chivalrous and
valiant, never greedy or selfish. He asked for no rewards or
gifts. He wanted no fame or fortune that others had taken for
granted. Jentar was know across the land as “The White Fang”.
The word “White” symbolized good and all he stands for. “Fang”
was the word chosen for the fierceness of his skills.
One day he set out East seeking to
bring justice to the growing threat of piracy. His travels led
him to a small village off the coast of the Adriatic Sea, where
he had heard rumors of these criminals. Ships that haunt the
night seas, and come to shore without warning, bringing death
and destruction in their wake. These ships then disappear in the
shadows of the night, carrying riches from villages all along
the coast, and leaving none alive. These rumors intrigued him,
thoughts of bringing them to justice filled his days and nights.
Excitement gathered up inside him. He not only wanted to show
them justice, but to match their skills against his. One cold
night when the moon was full and the sky’s were dark, Jentar
heard an ear piercing scream coming from the fishing docks. He
rushed out of bed, throwing his clothes on and readying his
blade.
As he stepped out of the inn, the
smell of fire and the screams of many set his senses ablaze.
Swarms of these fabled pirates filled the streets. Like beasts,
they slaughtered everything: women, children, it didn’t matter
to them. Drawing his sword, Jentar charged into battle. Showing
no mercy among these beasts, he cut down all foes that stood
before him with speed and precision. However, he was eventually
surrounded. He made a valiant effort, but was overwhelmed in
numbers. Sustaining wounds all over his body, he fell and
attempted to rise up again. He did not fear death, and he knew
this was now his fate. Before the final blow was struck, a man
called out. The pirates separated for a dark figure looming in
the night. He was a monster of a man. Compared to Jentar, he had
the stature of a mountain. His face covered with scars, and his
eyes were that of a demon. He knelt down and spoke, “ You have
impressive skills”, he said, glancing back at his 36 dead men.
“Its incredible that one man could kill so many”, he said,
looking into Jentar’s fiery eyes. “You will serve under me, and
you will have everything you desire”. Jentar rose up, grasping
his sword as blood seeped down his arm. “Oh so the pup still has
some bite left ”, the captain cried out. Jentar quickly lunged
at the monster and sank his blade into his shoulder. Collapsing
to the ground, that was his final attack. The wounds he
had sustained were too great.
He was brought aboard the ship and
treated. Jentar still held true to his beliefs, but that was all
he had left. His refusal to turn to evil was quickly
punished. Three years of grueling torture befell him. Not only
did the these actions leave him with permanent scars to his
charismatic features, but to his soul as well. Jentar was forced
to watch as countless villages and ships were plundered, then
destroyed. He witness, innocent people being slaughtered before
his eyes in manners of cruelty that he could never imagine.
Women were taken as slaves, and then disposed of once there uses
had been met. Children were ripped from there families, some
were new recruits and others were just more blood to spill. No
one could stand in the way of these beasts, even the bravest and
strongest warriors fell to them. These images were burned into
Jentar’s mind. All he fought for and all he knew were gone.
Anger and rage consumed him, until he finally gave in to the
pirates. After years of torture, his views were changed. He now
understood that the world is not perfect, that evil prevails and
single heroes, such as himself could not influence it. Jentar
turned and fought for the evil side that was sure to conquer the
world eventually. His honor and pride were now changed to
loyalty, passion, and strength. Jentar sailed the seas, consumed
with his new beliefs, killing all who stand in his path. His old
name Jentar The White Fang had no meaning anymore. He was now
called The Ghost Fighter. A phantom in the night, who kills
without mercy or remorse. Black robes with gold trims are his
wardrobe. He wears a golden half mask, made from plundered treasures
that have been melted down. No part of Jentar's body is exposed,
even his face is covered in darkness. They say his eye's can
steal a mans soul, all who see his jet black stare are slain in
an instant. Jentar now serves his new found beliefs and woe
befalls all who try to change them.
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