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Current Username: UrbanOutlaw86
Stars: 35
Rank: Ambassador

Character:

Name: Hyphural Redfield –(Hi-feur-ule)

Age: 44 —(Ageless – Though he has, within his own abilities, halted his aging at 44)

Gender: Male

Race: Ifriti (Jinn): The Ifriti are the second most powerful form of Jinn. Jinn are, in essence, a half breed of human and demon. Hyphural is no exception, but he, along with the rest of his family, aren’t visibly half-demon. In fact, they are classified as Jinn based on their family lineage, and what they have done in the past, rather than simply conception. The Ifriti are basically a more powerful version of Jinn, often favoring particular elements and lifestyles—taking those inclinations to a very exuberant extreme.

Appearance: Hyphural is a very extravagant, very gaudy individual. He favors the most eccentric forms of clothing, jewelry, and grooming. He stands at a standard six feet, two inches, yet weighs in at a very lithe, one hundred and seventy-four pounds. Hyphural’s entire complexion is very Middle-Eastern/Arabic; his skin is very tanned, almost to the point of being bronze, while his muscular build is very weathered—toned like a runner or swimmer, rather than a knight or another type of melee specimen. His face appears almost insane, like a devil or banshee. The amber color of his eyes radiate fervently with a fearsome heat—a heat that seizes one’s sanity with only a touch. The rest of Hyphural’s features are sharp, from his powerful, slanted nose, to his deep eye sockets. Hyphural’s hair is cut short, though tends to lean backwards and up, slanting to a ‘sort of’ point. His hair is thick—and the color of a dark and dying fire. It’s deep ginger is streaked with fearsome streaks of burgundy. His lips are thin and scarred—often twisting into a malicious sneer. Hyphural’s tongue is another sign his Ifrit/Banshee Heritage. It’s long and pointed, reaching another inch past the bottom of his chin. Both sides of his lips are pierced with copper rings, along with several more rings of copper, gold and silver in each of his slightly pointed ears.

Hyphural’s nimble, yet fearsomely toned body is very tanned and weather-worn. Scars decorate his body like trophies, while plenty of faded tattoos also garnish his body with symbols, patterns, sins and histories. Considering the humid climate of Kotir, Hyphural prefers to wear nothing on his upper body except more jewelry and sashes. His arms are fully decorated with bracelets, more tattoos, scars and bands. Each of his fingers are covered in rings of various metals and designs. To take the gaudy, narcissistic look even one step farther, he has painted his nails black. Hyphural’s pants are also suited to the arid conditions of Kotir—they’re middle-eastern style pants—baggy and very light. They are a dark, crimson color, faded slightly though still in reasonable condition. The top of the pants are held strictly by sashes, while the bottom of the pants stop at the top of his boots, forming a parachute type of look. His boots reach the bottom of his knees—they’re black leather, covered with rusted copper studs with metal supports around the heal and toe.

Personality: Hyphural is a very sinful man. Each of the seven deadly sins captures his interests—each of them fill him to the brim. He craves mischief, but more than that—mayhem. He is a very reckless, malicious person who takes pleasure in seeing others hurt. Hyphural’s tendencies to antagonize are another cause for the trouble he sows. Something deeper inside him is the true driving force, but the façade that he’s constructed with his corrupt and spiteful ways tend to lead people to believe he is only a mindless, typical fiend. In all truth and actuality, there is something else inside his soul that not only encourages him to follow the path of the seven deadly sins—something drives him.

Weaponry/ Magical Capabilities:

The Bands of La’saar: Upon Hyphural’s right wrist rests a spiraling, bronze band that does more than initially expected. The bands are actually the tempered souls of a Titan. A man named La’saar, a legendary eidolon who crafted enchanted weapons, forged these bands from the soul of a shape-shifting Titan of Blight. Hyphural found these weapons while pillaging La’saar’s shop a few years ago and took them for himself. The bands can pretty much take the shape of any melee weapon that Hyphural wishes, but cannot stay in one particular shape for an extended period of time.

Class: Collector of Sins: Indulgence in vice and transgressions of all sorts—the driving factor for Hyphural Redfield. In particular, the seven deadly sins have proven to be the most fulfilling to him. Sloth, Gluttony, Lust, Vanity, Envy, Greed and Wrath—all of these things are a narcotic to him. The essence of devil spirits inside of him have been passed to through his family’s generations. The Redfields are collectors of the essences of souls, and have been for thousands of years. The essences inside of Hyphural are all of the demon kind, and these trapped souls are a commanding force inside of his mind. (More about the Redfields will be elaborated in Bio)

Elemental Affinities: Fire -Major- Dark -Minor- (I can remove the secondary element if it’s not allowed.)

Physical/Magical Techniques:

The Ifriti Fires: Hyphural has the natural elemental affinity for fire that all Ifriti have. Their fire and forms of fire manipulation are much different than that of a standard fire-user. To them, the fire is living—a weapon or an ally who fights alongside you. Ifriti fire can take different forms and colors, often altering their properties for very short periods of time—these quick spurts of property alignment are often influence by what emotion the Ifrit is currently experiencing. The Ifriti are more than merely fire-users however—they are fire. Their bodies are filled with it while smoldering lava courses through their veins and poisonous fumes seep from their pours. Even with great concentration and a considerable amount of effort, the Ifriti can, for usually only a few moments, take upon themselves the properties of fire and become a living flame.

Background: Hyphural Redfield was one of the three triplet children born into the Redfield family (Grendel, Blair, and Hyphural). He was the last to leave his mothers womb—almost then and there setting the tone for the type of rebellious, antagonistic person that he would become. The lineage of the Redfield family is a very strange one. First and foremost, the original Redfield shall be discussed shortly—Lucius. Lucius Redfield was the first Redfield to begin the families traditions of, well—collecting. In the year 86 A.D., Lucius made a deal with a watcher (A now extinct race of universal keepers) who kept various things such as memories, emotions, ideas and all of the other intangibles that make up the universe. The last watcher gave Lucius the ability to collect the essences of others—a part of their soul that separates from the spirit at the exact instant of death. Within an essence is everything about that person, from their memories to their personality; even their conscious. Throughout the generations, the Redfields have been collecting essences; each in their own way, and never losing one. All that has been collected is pasted down to the next generation of Redfield for them to build and grow upon.

Hyphural, for some odd reason, inherited only the past collection of ‘darker’ essences from his Father, Morfindel. And for another peculiar reason, Hyphural cannot collect any more essences himself, he can only collect the ‘vice’ and ‘sin’ that the demon essences inside him crave. In particular, Hyphural craves the Seven Deadly Sins; he considers those to be the most satiating.

Hyphural left his Family in the middle of the night one day, driven only by his ever growing hunger for the sins he collects. He’s almost driven like a machine—never ceasing his hunt for more, so that someday he would be completely filled…if only someone would have told him he never would be…

Thirty years ago, just about at the time when Hyphural decided to stop his aging at forty-four years old, he joined an organization called the Intrepid Genesis. He thought that maybe there he would find the kind of sins that would stop the screaming inside of him—the kind of sins that would stop his eternal suffering. However, the group eventually disbanded, and Hyphural was so completely depraved that he didn’t even leave the city of Kotir—he became a notorious criminal within the city—the guards and militia eventually gave up on catching or stopping him…he was too wily and powerful to constrain. Hyphural continued to live in Kotir, feeding off of petty sins and peccadillo—though he was falling apart inside, and no salvation was in sight…

::—Kotir—::

A brilliant splash of daylight washed over Hyphural’s closed eyes like a guardian angel. The scent of freshly baked sweet bread was in the air while arguing voices and children’s voices could be heard along with the clamoring of trading wagons. He blinked twice, and then three more times; rubbing the back of his neck wearily, Hyphural Redfield sat up from his flour-bag, make-shift bed, and looked around in a bewildered haze. He was near a trading post that he typically slept by when he noticed something through the crowds of travelers and the clouds of dust slowly rising—that elf. Slowly, he rose to his feet which were still trembling from weariness. “I cannot be…” Hyphural reassured himself in a slow, thoughtful tone, but he didn’t even convince himself. Maybe this time he would find what he needed in the new Intrepid Genesis, he reflected as he overheard the townsfolk speaking of the new city take-over. This was the chance he had been waiting for, Hyphural decided, and he vigilantly made his way toward the Palace of Kotir—the shinning beacon of his potential salvation…however tainted that deliverance may prove to be…