Name: Axel Biblasa Ethelmund
Race: Human Hybrid
Age: 25
History: Axel, as far back as he can remember was an orphan. He spent his youngest years living with other homeless children and people in the slums of a large city known as Nexus, the capital of the empire. He learned many lessons in those alleys and rough times; all of which taught him to be a better survivor. His physical attributes helped him immensely to live in rough conditions, he had always been strong, fast, agile, and clever beyond his years. Some of the skills he learned, however, were to observe, blend in, pay attention, and to be light handed. In spite of his unfavorable background and rough life, he wanted more than to be a street urchin.
He always wanted more, and much as he hated having to pickpocket and steal food to live, he sought to better himself by joining the town guard that he had always been careful to avoid all his life. Because of his careful nature, he never gained a bad reputation among them and this allowed him to join their ranks when he came of age. A life of structure, justice, and labor suited him well.
Due to his unique abilities and moral compass, he gained all the right attention from his superiors and quickly rose to be an officer in the royal army. This trial was a difficult one for him, he had to learn to read and write, about the world and different political territories, about the histories of kingdoms and religions. In spite of this adversity, he far exceeded what was required of him. After months of spending late nights in books and scribbling on paper in addition to his daily tasks, he flourished and became a highly decorated officer for his battle prowess, expansive and deep knowledge of the world, and keen strategy.
Despite how he had turned his life around and accomplished so much more than others like him, there were several things that haunted him. Why was he abandoned? Who were his parents? Why was he so different? Where did these scars come from? Why do I feel like I am always watched? These things he would one day answer, perhaps sooner than he might have realized.
As time went on and mission after mission he proved himself again, he was finally assigned one that would ultimately change his life. For some time there had been reports of disappearances in a far off mountain range. Time and again his peers had sent small battle groups and scouting parties to investigate, yet they never returned. Finally, a fellow officer of his pulled him to the side, apparently the last scouting party had one soldier to return, with some rather baffling news.
After interviewing the last soldier, who had been very badly injured and shaken up, Axel decided he would volunteer to take the mission off of his peer's hands in spite of the fact that it wasn't within his district. Furthermore, he decided it was far to dangerous to send only his troops, so he resolved that he and his best would set out themselves. With his apprentice of three years left in charge with a willing retired officer to advise the youngling, he left knowing that he may not return.
On their venture to the mountain range they heard many tales about various beasts ranging from talking goop to pink dragons. He knew that these were ridiculous meanderings by superstitious villagers, but he did wonder if the truth wasn't somewhere in between. His world had people of all kinds, ranging from humans to asuar (canid-humans) and from ursanine (bear humans) to dragon morphs, but to hear of actual monsters was a serious subject.
Finally, after their arrival and making camp in the mountains, they searched and scouted for several weeks, but nothing seemed amiss. Until, one day they found a area of the vast forests that seemed to have no animals living there; all the while, they knew this was a sign of them drawing closer to some kind of danger they decided to camp closer to it, but not within it. Each night they heard different noises from within those woods, from trilling howls and rumbling shrieks to high pitch roars and and trees falling, or being pushed over. One oddity was, however, that they never heard the same noise from night to night. It was almost as though there was a different creature each time. His soldiers were hardened men, and even though this did frighten them, they would forever be loyal to their leader.
After sending a report back to the kingdom with his fastest scout, they decided to build a small fort right within the edge of this abandoned wood. They would build by day and return to their safe camp by night. After several months, with more soldiers arriving to assist and bring supplies, they had finished their "impregnable fortress". Truly, it was well made, even so far as to be redundant in how well it was reinforced. From quintuple layered walls to interlocking gates and from surrounding bonfires and underground ambush routes the place had been made to last.
After spending many nights up and at arms, listening in the woods to the crickets and the strange sounds and sleeping in the day, a night came when all sounds stopped. Axel awoke from his sleep moments before this, taking only a moment to set up in his bed, a dire feeling had struck him. He quickly dressed and attached his full armor over his regular clothing. He quietly rushed out to his guards and told them to wake the others quickly, but quietly and to have the horses readied; if this terrible feeling he had was an indication, then he would want some of his people to survive. His instincts had always been without question, whether he learned this in his childhood or something else, his men learned to never questioned them.
With a quarter of the soldiers on horseback, ready to flee, half of that would leave the moment fighting started and the others toward the end. Someone had to get back and report what had happened; hopefully they would be safe after emerging from the Midnight Hollows, as they called the silent woods.
When he felt certain all were ready, he had his archers light up their arrows and let fly into several bonfires set up all around his fortress. In spite of the surrounding area being lit up like daylight, nothing seemed out of place. A moment of silence spread through the fort until a certain sobering thought came to Axel, chills ran up his back and his eyes widened as her tilted his head to the black sky.
"Up! Up! Turn yours eyes up!" He cried, echoing throughout the wooden camp. Then came a heart wrenching, feminine laughter as the soldiers turned their attention upward with shocked expressions, filled with terror. From the pitch black sky, a legion of glowing eyes peered back at them. This entire time that they were preparing, they had been watched, and clearly their audience was quite amused. Just as the soldiers began to move into different positions and prepare to attack, a purple and scented rain began falling on them. It smelled floral and seemed to completely sap the strength of all it touched. Thankfully, a few of the horsemen had begun to ride right after the laughter; they may have been cowards, but evidently not fools.
All his men began to drop like flies, but something about Axel was immune to this paralyzing rain; perhaps, something within that mysterious heritage of his. His men, down but still awake managed to see their leader still standing and ready to fight. As best they could they begged him to run and save himself. Still gazing upward at the enemy, he replied, "Not so long as any of you breath. Besides, it's too late for that." He began move as these winged creatures revealed themselves, trying to fight them back and keep his soldiers safe, but there were too many... Succubi.
For hours, rotating groups would mock fight him, toying with him to keep him occupied enough for their allies to abduct his soldiers into the sky and take them elsewhere. Finally, when only he remained, a much taller and more voluptuous one appeared; perhaps, an omnibus? Her subordinates made a circle around them both to keep him from escaping. Mumbling something and waving her hand toward him, he readied his sword and arched his brow in confusion at what she was doing. For a moment her hand glowed and she spoke clearly, "Sleep!" Yet there he still stood, his eyebrows raising as her hand stopped and a look of shock seemed to spread among them. Her dark purple lips pouted slightly as her subordinates' smiles faded.
"You want sleep go take a sheet and stuff it with goose down yourself!" He exclaimed, mocking her attempts at what he thought must be some kind of mind control she had. He wasn't going to rest until every one of his soldiers were safe or he was dead, and he was beginning to think, based of what he had seen, that the latter was more likely. A frown came to her face as she crossed her arms under her large, scantily clad breasts and began to slow walk in a large circle around him.
"You aren't tired from all this fighting with my girls... Our rains of pleasure didn't fell you... AND my magic didn't work? Just what ARE you exactly?" She asked, arching a fine brow as she ran her eyes over him. He wasn't sure if she was thinking aloud or actually asking him. If it were not for the circumstances he was now in he might have actually resolved to sleep with her, but that was a possibility that stopped existing when they revealed themselves as the enemy. She stood almost as tall as he with smooth, blue skin, massive breasts, tantalizing hips, and a perfect ass. She had large webbed wings and black eyes with each having a silver iris; long, jet black hair hung straight down to her hips.
"Strong, hungry, and pissed off!" He remarked, tightening his grip on his sword. The female demons surrounding him seemed to chuckle at his remark as a sly smile grew across their leader's lips. Her feet tapped lightly on the wooden fortress floor as she kept a slow, circling pace. Each step caused her bust to bounce ever so slightly.
"Strong? Ha! You couldn't even lay a finger on one of girls!" She scoffed, stopping and narrowing her eyes at him. She tilted her head slightly, a smirk coming to her lips.
"So, then why are you afraid to fight me? Keeping your distance because you might get more than you bargained for?!" He spat. The fact of the matter was that he had been biding his time, gambling for just this. He knew he couldn't protect all his soldiers, so he conserved his strength and played along with their mock fights, hoping that he might catch the interest of their leader. It had been a long shot, but it had finally paid off for him; much as he wanted to protect his pride, he wasn't about to reveal his plans.
"No, you aren't worth the effort. BUT, you would make an amusing slave... Marxcellia! Make him my toy!" She exclaimed, still staring him in the eyes as she snapped her fingers. The surrounding crowds of seductresses began to giggle triumphantly, clearing being privy to some information that he wasn't.
"Your to-?!?!" He was stopped short as an amazonian figure dropped from the sky and made the ground under his feet vibrate. A succubus that seemed to dwarf even him rose from her knees, she seemed to be some kind of muscular hybrid between a succubus and a white tiger, having beautiful white and black fur and two saber like fangs with muscles that were distinct even through the fur, even her wings had the same fur. She wore a leather loincloth below her abs and bra that left little to the imagination as it struggled to contain all of her plush mammary mass. In her right hand a large axe was to the ground like some kind of cane as she propped herself up on it and licked her lips seductively.
"We can do this the hard way..." She tapped her fingers on the hilt of the axe. "Or the fun way..." She offered, pulling her loincloth to the side to reveal a wet snatch with some accompanying jewelry, just before she let her excuse for clothing drop back into place. "What'll it be? I will have my with you either way, may as well be without a beating." She chuckled, biting her lip lightly as she cupped one of her breasts and fondled it seductively; to those with any kind of vision it was obvious through the tight leather that her nipples were pierced just as was her clit. Her eyes were blue with pearl irises and long white hair had been braided down her back all the way to her ample hips.
Tilting his head down, hiding his eyes, he dropped his guard and slumped his shoulders with a deep sigh. He stabbed his sword firmly several inches into the ground, seeming to submit. He began to unclasp his belt that held up his sword sheath, then his chest plate, this his pauldrons, then his metal greaves; he even took off his cloak and dropped it on the ground to reveal his muscular figure, then he kicked off his boots.
The ones surrounding him began chuckling, whispering how he couldn't resist Marxcellia or how he knew he was defeated when he saw her. The blue omnibus took a seat on a bench close by to a fire pit with an amused look, she was curious to see if her new slave had skills in between the sheets in addition to his inhuman perks.
"Make it a good show Marxcellia!" The omnibus waved, a wide grin showing as her purple lips parted to reveal pearly white teeth.
"If you think you can take me..." He said calmly, holding his arms out, seemingly in submission. Marxcellia's clawed fingers tapped on the handle of her axe as she once again licker her lips.
"Then try to keep up!" He jerked his sword of the ground with his scarred arms and took a battle stance different than before. The crowd went silent for a moment, just before Marxcellia burst into laughter and then so did her demonic sisters. Even the Omnibus, Tantalia, smiled wide with a stifled chuckle.
"You really think you have a chance against me? Even if you could beat me, do you really think you could take all my sisters and my mistress, Tantalia? The come at me, I am read-!" She stopped short, for within that exact last second he had burst forward with all his strength, and he was upon her. Before she could he raise her weapon he went low between her legs and landed several cuts that brought her to her knees, without missing a single seconds worth of opportunity he stabbed through her right arm and cut her left shoulder, and like that, after quickly pushing between her wings and pressing his muscular torso to her back, he brought his blade to her neck from behind. Not killing her, but holding her hostage as he peered toward the one known as Tantalia.
"Return my soldiers and leave, or she dies... slowly and painfully at that." He said, the crowd was dead silent, their mouths agape and eyes wide with pure shock. Marxcellia with her back pressed up against him and arms disabled turned to her mistress, tears beginning to well up in her eyes from the fear and pain, clearly she had never been defeated and never truly been at the mercy of an enemy. A lesson he hoped she would remember.
For Mercellia this split second of shock and terror seemed to last an eternity as every moment she still managed to heave a breath was a mercy he might end. She was down, helpless, and felt that she had no hope of survival. In that moment she felt as though she was in the jaws of the shadow of death and at any moment she might plunge down it gullet.
Tantalia was even so shaken that she held the same look of stupor on her face and had instinctively leapt to her feet. Her minions had not even been able to follow his movements, she barely even could catch more than glimpses. Much as she was shocked and concerned for Marxcellia, her mind raced as new thoughts of what kind of slave and soldier she could make him into dominated her mind. A warmth arose from her loins as excitement overtook her, just what kind of progeny could she make with him?
"Mother please! Save me!" She cried toward Tantalia. Axel glanced down, thinking 'Mother? She is a more valuable hostage than I thought. No wonder she is so different from the rest.' He couldn't help but wonder what her father might have been for her too look so different from her mother.
"That armor is a special metal, made extra dense. My abilities have always been better than others, so I needed something to hold me back... to weigh me down. Sure it is protective, but that armor was meant more to contain me, than protect me. My speed is the least of these, you don't want to see the rest..." He threatened, staring daggers at the mother of his captive. He may have been verbally puffing his chest out, but none of his boasting was without substance. Of all the warriors he had ever met, he was unmatched in almost every aspect.
"Sorry, sweetie... but my spells don't work on him. Since Lethice fell, we have to take what we can get, I can't just let those men go. Guess you will have to die here, my child." She paused, giving an condescending frown toward Marxcellia. Tantalia was certainly cold and calculating, obviously to the point of being ruthless. "Besides, I want him as a slave even more now!" Marxcellia's eyes wide as tears began to pour from them, her mouth moved but no words came out as she felt certain her life was forfeit; and, all over the lack of love from a mother. Axel tilted his head down again, he was in turmoil like never before. 'I can't kill her like this. What kind of mother would would do this?... Would say THAT to HER CHILD!?!?!?' His mind screamed, he couldn't just fail his men either. 'I can find another way, I won't kill her like this. She is in enough pain already, I won't have her die with heartbreak so fresh still.' He thought. While he was no stranger to death, he liked to at least end his enemies quickly so that they never had time to fret over it or to give them something reassuring as they departed this world. No man fights without a cause, and often giving them a sobering notion that their hopes would be achieved with or without their life allowed them to find solace in death, like a child falling asleep.
He lowered himself so that his head was next to Marxcellia's, she held perfectly still, terrified of the man who took her down so fast that she couldn't even see what had happened. He began to whisper a few words in her ear, and she listened very carefully.
"My men were at least as defenseless as you when your demonic kin took them. They prepared side by side with me for months to make sure this wouldn't happen. They didn't even have the chance to put up a fight. They looked up to me, relied on me, trusted me. How can I betray that trust?" He whispered into her ear, pressing the blade to her neck ever so slightly. "This feeling right now? Betrayal? Heartbreak? Fear? Pain? Terror? Magnify it a hundred times and you will know how they felt... maybe." He paused, clenching his teeth as prepared himself for what was next. "Never forget this feeling!" He whispered, a tear streaming down his cheek and landing on her shoulder. Finally she shifted her eyes over to the man inches from her to see the look on his face that no one else could. Watery eyes, gritted teeth, and pure anguish; even now she couldn't fathom the conflict that had just ripped him apart inside. His eyes shifted to meet her gaze and then his eyes changed only for a moment before he spoke again. The whites of his eyes turned a glowing yellow and his pupils turned to bright, thin slits that seemed to spin slowly like a bottle on its side. "How can I betray their trust?" He asked her, not expecting an answer.
Regaining his composure and lifting himself back up, the single trail of a tear not visible to those around him, only her. His eyes were normal again. He took a deep breath and moved his sword as though about to sling it across her throat, she winced and closed her eyes while gritting her teeth as she prepared to die slowly, choking on her blood. "Bleeding hearts be damned!" He yelled loudly and slung his sword!
It landed far from them both, never touching her. He had resolved... not to kill her. "Guess my heart is damned. Forgive me..." He mumbled, thinking no one would hear. Yet, Marxcellia did; confused and beaten, she stared at him as the surprised crowd rushed and seized him, that is after he lifted his hands in submission and knelt beside her. Binding his hands and feet, taking his remaining weapons and stripping off his shirt to reveal the extra pair of arms he had and all his scars, he did not resist.
Like the rest of his men he was placed in a cage big enough for only him and hauled through a portal. Days went by, he refused food and drank only pure water. He could detect anything they would put in his drink and refused it, and Tantalia didn't want to lose her new toy. He wasn't sure what the substance was they were attempting to use on him, but he could smell it and it gave him a nauseous feeling.
Finally, as he slept in a pitch black isolation chamber, a familiar figure made its way down to the desolate dungeon that only he was kept in. He had remained untouched up until that point. As the door to his cell opened, he awoke to see Marxcellia through his weary vision. He went back to sleep, thinking he was imagining things. When he awoke later, he was in a rather comfortable bed, food beside it and water; both of which he could tell were untainted from the smell. He glanced around, seeing no one. While he figured he had the chance, he gorged himself.
Just as he was washing down the final roll, a voice descended behind him. A familiar feminine voice. "Glad you enjoyed it..."
Axel lept from the bed and spun around, taking a grappling stance. He wondered where he was and how he got there, now he had a few assumptions.
"If you want to rassle then I will be glad to under those sheets." Marxcellia smirked and she glanced at the bed. "Just be more gentle than our last encounter, eh?" She raised her bandaged arm.
"Your mother send you to break me in?" He scoffed, standing up straight but still tense as he expected hostility.
"No!" She exclaimed hastily. He could almost swear she was blushing, but the fur hid this from him. 'Oddly timid, for a sexual demon.' He thought. "I am leaving this place. I had a... heart to heart... with her earlier and I... I just can't stay here anymore..." She paused looking down and rubbing her arm.
"I... Owe you. I am getting you out of here as well." She said, sighing and returning her eyes to his from across the bed.
"I won't leave without-" He was interrupted, he hated being interrupted. Marxcellia raised her finger initially to gesture for his silence and then spoke with an exhausted tone.
"Thought you would say that, but it is too late. A few had already broken. The others would not eat or drink, so my mother returned them to your world. She thought she could lower their guard and taint the foods in the forest then recapture them. However, by that time there was an army there waiting." She saw relief come to him. He began to open his mouth, wanting to go home.
"Don't!" She stopped him before he could start, yet again with that upward index finger, a look of surprise and confusion came to him. By this point, he was more relaxed, he didn't consider her a threat anymore.
"She closed the portal so they couldn't come through. She may be able to close them, but the only one who can open them has been dead for a while now." His gaze lowered in thought, but to her it seemed like he was staring at her breasts. In spite of their previous altercation, she was more than happy to entertain the thought of bedding him. She couldn't help but wonder how all that strength and speed might work under the sheets... or on the floor... or against the wall.
"If you want to celebrate it can wait until we are safely away from here, these can wait until later." She grinned, given a slight seductive shake to make her chesty friends wobble. She winked at him and then drew her attention lower to his rather long and thick member, subconsciously biting her lip.
With a blush he realized what he was doing and frowned sheepishly, placing a hand on his hip. It was only at that moment he realized... he was stark naked. "Woah!" He tried covering himself with a nearby pillow; however, he accidentally grabbed a round decorative one which left some of his member still on display.
"Impressive, can't wait..." She teased, giving him another wink and a seductive smile. After a small laugh at his expense she pointed to his clothes across the room. "I couldn't recover the armor or sword, but your other weapons are there." He quickly dressed himself, turning away. Even then he could feel her vision scanning him over, one area in particular.
Putting on the last of his apparel, he turned to her. "Enjoy the show?" He smirked, seeing her bite her lip and give a firm nod which made her breasts wobble in turn. "So how do we escape? Old tunnel? Disguised as mercha- What?!" He exclaimed at her sudden laughter. Suddenly it hit him, glancing toward the window and then her wings with an audible gulp. "Just please don't drop me." He frowned, a worried look on his face.
"I want my hands free." She smirked, turning her back to him as she saw his confusion. "C'mon, take me for a ride." She teased again, shaking her hips and supple yet muscular ass at him. More quickly than she thought she felt his arms and legs wrap around her and something hard press against her back.
With that, they were out the window and off. Now, just where would her wings take him?
Appearance: Axel stands at six feet and two inches tall. He is a large, sturdy mountain of a man at a lean weight of two hundred and seventy-five pounds. His body is chiseled with muscles which are defined almost perfectly. His hair is a golden color that is scattered across his body, as with most peoples, namely his head, chest, arms, and legs. Wavy, short human hair covers his head. He also as a thin mustache accompanied by a short beard of the same golden color that traces the bottom of his square jaw all the way to is chin and goes to his neck.
He often wears baggy clothing with lots of pockets and loops, he likes to be prepared for most any situation so he carries massive amounts of supplies with him. He wears a base layer that consists of a dark blue modified arm shirt which fits him tightly and a regular pair of dark blue boxers. The layer that fits over that are a thick pair of forest green pants that have many pockets with reinforced stitching and a loose fitting, short-sleeved shirt with yet more pockets and is the same color as his pants. His cargo like pants are held up by a belt that consist of leather strands and black chains; further down he wears a pair of brown leather boots that go half-way up his calf muscles. Finally over all of this he wears a black, hooded cloak that fits him loosely drapes all the way down to his ankles; this covers up several sets of throwing knives, two sets of butterfly swords of the back of his waist, and a machete that is sheathed just above them. Occasionally, when in hot conditions he will switch out his black cloak for white one with a few ornate markings on them.
His eyes are hard, yet beautiful; the iris of his eyes are patterned with hues of green, blue, and gold. It has yet to be revealed in himself, but there are certain conditions which can cause his eyes, among other features, to change so that his appearance becomes far more intimidating. His eyebrows are thick and slightly arched with a old mark that rests above and between them. There is vertical scar in the epicenter of is forehead that stretches about an inch long, he has had it since birth; the scar is so light and thin that it is almost unnoticeable. Another vertical scar is ornately placed on the left side of his lips, this scar is about two inches long, and a sixteenth of an inch wide, and the same color as his skin; it is centered on the point where his lips part and it tapers at the top and bottom. One more scar is is center over his right eye, interrupting his thick brow; it is about an eighth of an inch wide and two inches in length.
On his face as well, in the right lighting, one can sometimes see a few dark lines are beside his nose. They begin about a quarter of an inch away and are an inch long. They are so thin, that they often are never noticed, even he is unaware of them. If they were more noticeable, they would almost look like drawn, widely-spaced whiskers.
When not clad in armor or clothes, one can see that his muscle distribution and tone is even from head to toe; his muscles are so well defined, that it can be observed that he has some muscles which are unnatural to the features of most humanoid species or any species for that matter. In spite of never having had the opportunity for serious injury, there are scars of various sizes and shapes that decorate his body. He as no idea where some of them from, only that they have manifested as he has grown. The most notable scar is rather large, starting two inches from the top of is collar bone and running all the way to the bottom of his first abdominal muscles; this scar is about four inches wide and has red tone.
Another peculiar feature of his, often hidden by the baggy cloak and clothing that he wears is that he has an extra set of arms at the bottom of his rib cage. These appendages are just as thick with muscle as his primary limbs and just as dextrous. While he is not ashamed of them, he keeps them hidden as a secondary means of defense; sometimes surprise can give a great advantage.
