User:Korean Archangel

Archangel (a nickname as he would never release his actual name) was just a boy when he went through so many things. His brother and grandmother had died. He slowly grew inward and held in as much as he could. Yet, through his losses, he never lost the gift of kindness and helping. He would help his friends for nothing in return and was immediately trustworthy to new acquaintances. He just had an aura around him that people could believe. He was intelligent, but shy. Yet, Kormir saw his potential; the potential of a leader. She trained him until she thought he was ready. He never really led. He followed others knowing that they could teach him merely through observation. When Abbadon invaded Elona, Kormir had to call up everyone. That includes him. Yet his first battle he was in command of. He took a purple cloth, and wrapped it around his eyes. No one knows why. It is rumored that it was a proposition of the gods. His men thought he was crazy until he ran out to the front of the line. Wings of light spread out from his back as his words, shouted, inspired those who were his followers. They fought with the might of an army 10 times the size, and pushed back Abbadons forces. Even now, he wears the blind fold. Not many have seen his eyes. Some say he had to give up his eyes for “True” sight of the gods. Others just say he was lucky. But whatever the thought, he was a hero, a leader, an inspiration.

Korean Dervish, or Kor as many call him, was arrogant as a young one. Yes he was a great dervish, but he talked himself to think he was the best dervish. He wasn’t. Kahmu was his teacher and the young Kor learned much, though not enough to satisfy the young man. He grew impatient and brazen, talking back to his teacher that he was not wanting to learn discipline, but how to fight just so he can demolish his enemies. Kahmu obviously knew better. He knew the trouble Kor would get into. And trouble hence came as the young dervish at the age of 16, challenged a much older, much more experienced dervish; though also out of a need for an ego, this dervish slew his parents before his eyes. He thought he could take her, however, this dervish he was facing, was Varesh Ossa. He never knew her intentions. Rumor spread that she slew holy warriors to help her in little resistance of the Paragon sunspears. And so they dueled. Spin for spin, swipe for swipe, the young Kor could keep up, but not for long. He ran out of energy and Varesh struck her adversary in the side of his head. She rose her curved blade, shimmering in the sunlight. It flew down with a blood curdling laughter, but it never struck flesh. He looked up in a daze and saw his master’s own blade over him, stopping the razor sharp blade inches from his head. He watched in amazement as his master, whom he thought old and weary, go toe to toe with the younger, seemingly more powerful, dervish. Though Kahmu also, was soon out matched. Although possibly beaten, neither had a chance for a fatal blow as the other sunspears came to aid the ailing village which was set ablaze by Varesh. Before she was seen, she was gone in a purple swirl which came from nowhere and just as quickly disappeared. He and Kahmu knew what had happened, though none would believe that the descendent of the great Turai Ossa, would be led to the dark side. Kor, after a talk with his master, realized his impudence. Instead of a standard hood, he chose one which hid his eyes as he did not see fit to look at others who were not so arrogant. The now 20 year old dervish roams Elona and the other continents. Challenging those who have arrogance. To save those who are afraid to stand up to those who are over confident. He fights the very thing he was. He must do this, and his mission will never be complete until he wipes Varesh Ossa from the face of the earth, and any who share her goals or attitude.