Hibrious Crin
Blackblade Hibrious Crin (a.k.a. Crin)
"I serve the queen. I serve the blade. I serve the shadows. I serve myself. If service is the battle through life where one must decide where their loyalties lie then I serve still. I have killed many and will kill many more, my blade is of legend. The Blackblade. Held by the Lord of Highshadow. Held by the Assassin Duveir Kindness. Held previous to me the duellist Margan Feln. Now I have it. It reminds how low I am to them but do I listen? My friend Drekken tells me that the land is changing. There is a rot under the ground. He has spent a year now trawling the seaside and examining dead fish. We are the claw. Her blades in the dark yet I don't enjoy this anymore. Death in the shadows. Never a reward just service. You hear me speak Vilgefortzi as an enemy, as a monster. I was probably birthed by one of your violated women. Know though this is not how I wanted it. This dark life. But you aren't better are you? Regardless. You didn't pick this role for yourself and so I offer you something to break the cycles of service. You are dying. I will save you and we will become allies. We will build ourselves up and defy the shackles put upon us."- The Cycle of Service
""How do you feel?" I said cleaning the rotten flesh from my hands and removing the black blood.
"Well enough considering the outcome. They cut me open. My allies. They would have let me die and nothing would have resulted from my deeds. The Seekers, The Steeple, Taylaesk-Grein, all were willing to cast me aside but you creature chose mercy. They but that mortis worm in me. I would have thrashed in agony dead but aware till I birthed it but you saved me." She spoke quietly, she had suffered much, Drekken always said that humans were emotional creatures, driven by base desires. My first instinct was to apply Claw training look for places to exploit play up the debt but I stopped. That was the old bonds of service. The old chains.
"I had too." I replied honestly. She was in pain and was a weapon deployed by the enemy. Till the squadron turned on me for not allowing them to slay her or dominate the mortis worm then I was acting to protocol. I didn't have command but to allow red-eyes to violate her was more than my pride would allow. "Vilgefortzi, can you stand?"
"Of course. You have talent as both mender and breaker by what I have witnessed. You killed your kin to save me. You are an Oathbreaker but have done what the Plaything would ask." I recognised her allusions to divinity. I recognised the names but they meant nothing to me. I had been sold to the shadows. I had been bound to Blackblade.
"We must move Vilge-."
"Jevill."
"What?"
"My name is Jevill."
"Hibrious Crin. My friend Drekken calls me Crin."
"Crin it is."
"We must move."
"Where? Lokins won't take you and Vilgefortz won't take me. We don't have enough food to get to Ploinat and Trielta won't let us in."
"You won't need food anymore. You are as close to undeath as possible without slipping over."
"Oh?"
"Do you need-"
"No let us go Crin. Vilgefortz. If you meant what you said about service then I will endeavour to help you. I owe you that I think. This is better than death I think."
I saw now that she had power. A Seeker perhaps as well as Taylaesk-Grein. She would be trouble but I had chosen this. Service would be broken.
"Revenge?" I asked. Vengance is usually sought by the wronged but I couldn't assess her mental scars currently. Do to the nature of her existence her mind would degrade but as a Seeker then I presumed she could overcome it.
"Yes. I will need that. I want to tear them to shreds with my hands. Devour their hearts and burn their memories..." She began to laugh. My friend Drekken said I didn't understand humour very well but I still wondered if this was humorous.
"We move then Jevill. We will work together to break service." I said it as if it was the only possibility but the Vilgefortzi had not expressed opinion yet but Blackblade guided my hand at that moment.
"The Grand Ball starts again Crin. The Blood we have spread her, by your blade and in my protection will be the start. Let us break the chains you so desire. HAHAHA!"
We began."
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Divine Domains
Shadows, Murder, Undeath
Divine Symbols & Sigils
Blackblade
Physical Description
Facial Features
Sharp edged features from much battle. He remains unbroken and unmarred but is still marked by the harsh life he endures.
Identifying Characteristics
His whole visage is peculiar. Sharper features, less ferocious teeth, slimmer than usual and his well kept bear and hair stand apart as pride in his appearance when many of his kin become hard creatures without regard to the barbarity they display.
Special abilities
God-Blindness,
He cannot be seen by the Gods and is immune to any divination magics.
Apparel & Accessories
He wears a blue and brown long coat with mail underneath and a few pieces of plate atop to provide protection. Wears heavy black iron greaves and boots to ensure his movement is never slowed by weighty footwear. He also wears beads in his dreadlocks of various bright colours although his peers consider this womanly.
Specialized Equipment
The legendary Blackblade is his pact sword.
Mental characteristics
Gender Identity
Male.
Sexuality
Heterosexual in theory. Due to the Pact Blackblade drains the passions he may have otherwise felt.
Education
Was raised in the hatchery. From there he learnt blade craft and warfare. Due to his skin he was seen as officer material but quickly pivoted into the elite order of the claw. He excelled in fencing and showed prowess in mage craft especially around shadow magics. Due to the innate skills he was pact bound with the shadow summoning the relic Blackblade. He was then trained in infiltration, manipulation, assassination, torture and the darker arts of a professional agent.
Employment
Born into the Lokinsi war machine he has been little more than his blade throughout the years. He has been a claw and corporal never advancing beyond those entry positions.
Morality & Philosophy
Believes in breaking the ties of service. The slavery in all systems of command, in all power dynamics. He wishes for a world where one governs there own path and when that world comes to place to atone for the crimes he has committed in bringing it about.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
To remove the chains of service in the world.
Social
Contacts & Relations
He has severed his official ties but maintains personal relationships. He retains his friend Drekken who has spoken in his defence of the killings and his aparant desertion. Drekken is Crin's best friend and most important thing in the world to Crin. Jevill is his other comrade he retains. He gave up any ties over her and they are currently working together to remove promonate Taylaesk-Grein , Seekers and members of the Steeple.
Family Ties
As almost all hobgoblins, he knows not who his father is given the tremendous posibilities. His mother he knows is now a corpse but knew she was human and Vilgefortzi in life.
Religious Views
Blackblade is his God.
Wealth & Financial state
"I have understood that people kill for gold. It is the ability to obtain whatever one desires. Enough golden metal will ensure total victory but no matter how much you hold others have more. I have perhaps thirty-thousand pieces but cannot achieve my goals with this.
Divine Classification
Pact-Bound
Alignment
Chaotic neutral
Species
Ethnicity
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Wielder of Blackblade
Year of Birth
6627
21 Years old
Circumstances of Birth
Born as a litter from an enslaved human captive.
Birthplace
The 9th Birthing Warren
Children
Current Residence
Highhouse
Gender
Male
Eyes
Firey yellow.
Hair
Flowing black brought up in a bun with dreadlocks cascading down his back.
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Tawny Red.
Height
4' 8''
Weight
12 st 3 ibs
Quotes & Catchphrases
"My friend Drekken says I am a danger to others, I fear the dead prove him correct."
Other Affiliations
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