Atrox biography

Name: Atrox. Age: It is exactly unknown, presumably near the lesser direction. Race: Demon. During the time spent in Almaren, Atrox realized that the only race with which he was similar was demons, and reconciled with it. He is well aware of them, and hence his, his strengths and weaknesses and acts in accordance with newborn restrictions. Profession: the embodiment of war.

Appearance: Being a demon for the inhabitants of Almaren, Atrox, however, has only one appearance or simply does not know how to reincarnate. Time will show. Darkin is largely similar to people with a structure, but the differences that give out his demonic nature are necessary and enough for the peasants to grab the pitchfork. At the same time, with almost two -meter height, it is quite difficult for him to hide from undesirable attention.

The skin of the demon has a purple color of different shades - from light red to almost black. There is no hair - there are only horn growths, natural armor covering the legs, head and right hand. Their strength is such that Darkin uses them without fears to block an unknown weapon. Darkin’s wings, who once gave him the opportunity to steam over the battlefield with a gloomy sign of death, have now lost their original purpose due to many deformations.

Now the maximum for which atropx can use them is short jerks. This gives the demon a significant advantage over those who do not even have such wings, since with their help it can cover in one swing to cover a considerable distance or reach a jump to the edge of the roof of a three -story building. The appearance and face of Atrox 6. Character: the nature of the artist of the war to match his gloomy craft.

Atrox is cruel to all and the value of each for him is measured in the benefits that he will bring Darkin in his business. Thus, to wait for mercy to a child, a woman or an old man - being on his way, they will live exactly as much as atrogen is required to swing the sword. All living are a workpiece for his masterpiece, a canvas on which he generously applies strokes of interrupted lives and destroyed destinies, creating a composition that is visible only to him.

It is not surprising that in the eyes of most people he is absolutely inhuman and unemotional. But do not think that it is. Atrox is able to experience the whole gamut of emotions that is ordinary for intelligent creatures. Only the reasons are distinguished from them, these emotions are evoking. Where an ordinary person sees only a thoughtless massacre, he will be horrified and will experience vomiting, Atrox will evaluate the work of his hands and rejoice in particularly successful strokes.

Which, however, in the eyes of the uninitiated will not affect Darkin outwardly. Biography: on the distant world, bearing the name of Runterra, under the heavens of which for a thousand years, dramas, worthy of the pen of another great writer have been played for a thousand years, once there was a people. And not just existing - flourished. Representatives of this people called themselves "Darkins." Now to find out what this word meant in their language, it is not - the wind has long dispelled the dust of their cities, and the earth absorbed the remains.

In the middle of the new inhabitants of Valoran, only five go and they are by no means eager to discover the truth to archaeologists and historians. Especially the truth about the fall of their kingdom, since each of the survivors involuntarily put his hand to him. They are the last of the royal family who ruled the Darkins. During the reign of their father, a bloody war began between the Darkins and the empire of people.

The losses were great on both sides, since the ruler, a powerful and ancient magician, one of the strongest among himself, led people into battle. But when the gates to his capital collapsed, he realized that he could not win with rough power. Raising the white flag of surrender, the magician arrived with his retinue to the court of King Darkinov. He was accepted as equal, and not as a slave, since the Darkins were not a barbaric people.

They appreciated honor and traditions. At a magnificent reception, the magician brought as a sign of reconciliation to the royal sons - five princes - swords of marvelous work. Each sword was unique and was not and will not be the second such. But the gift was by no means disinterested - swords were personally enchanted by the emperor -mag. Everyone was alive and embodied one sinful passion.

Without knowing this, the princes proudly wore them and used them as a personal weapon. This created a connection between carriers and swords. The latter gradually changed the owners, which in less than the term of human life led the state of the Darkins to collapse in a series of bloody civil strife. Only the type of ruins in the place of the once flowering cities formed the brothers, but it was too late - only they remained of their people.

Four, broken by the weight of the deed, abandoned the weapon that destroyed everything that was dear to them, covered him in secret places, and Radok lucky, managed to meet one of them.

The fifth was Atrox, the eldest of five. True, he was furious and he decided that the magician, who created with his people like his hands, would pay in full.The path of revenge was long, but in the end he entered the personal chambers of a sworn enemy and the screams of those who died under the walls of the Palace of the latter was music for his ears. The battle of two powerful soldiers of their peoples was short, but furious.

The wounded Darkin stuck a weapon into the magician and was happy to watch how to drop a drop, his life was coding. But the magician could not die so simple. Of the last strength, he croaked cursed, which was supposed to kill Atrox. But the murderer did not have enough forces and then it worked incorrectly, driving Darkin into a vicious circle with a length of the length of eternity - Darkin was reborn, absorbing a particle of the destroyed people, which was reflected both on his body and his soul.

But at the same time, he lost his memory. Only the sword remained the same. Having received a clean, virgin membrane, the weapon sat through it through it with a thirst for blood and war. Now the goal of atrox was destruction. He is always in motion, pursuing a new intended goal. When he reaches it, only blood and ashes remain around instead of the next people and he is reborn in them.

Once again and again. Over and over again. Each time, less from Darkin remains in the shell. Once a man, now he is a war. He has nothing superfluous, nothing that could be weak or distract him from bloodshed. The battle is both a goal and a means. But mortals are not known. For them, Atrox is a legendary warrior, one of the last five representatives of the ancient Darkin race. He plays his heavy blade and lifts enemies in a bewitching and graceful combat dance.

The atrogen sword seems alive - absorbing the blood of the dead, he makes his master even more fiercely and ruthless, giving him strength for future cruel battles. The first legend of Atrox dates back to the very beginning of the annalistic history. It talks about the war of two powerful civilizations, from which only the names have reached us: the protectorate and magicians.

The war developed in favor of magicians: they managed to win a lot of crushing victories and, it seemed, nothing could save the protectorate from destruction. On the day of the decisive battle, the army of the protectorate was exhausted; Only a handful of poorly armed soldiers was preparing to resist the army of magicians. They reconciled with the inevitability of defeat. And at that moment when the last hope faded, atrox suddenly appeared in the ranks of the protectorate.

He gave the soldiers an order to fight until the last, after which he rushed alone on the army of magicians. His presence gave the strength of desperate fighters. They were covered by reverence when this unknown hero, as if merged into a single whole with his blade, crashed into the orders of enemies. The thirst for the battle swept the soldier, and they rushed after Atrox. Each of them fought violently for ten until the impossible happened: the protectorate tore the victory from a ruthless enemy.

After that battle, Atrox disappeared, but the fighting spirit, gained by the army of the protectorate, remained. Others followed one incredible victory, and in the end the war ended, and the army returned home. Compatriots glorified the heroes for their salvation, but since then a piece of darkness settled in the soul of each warrior. Something in them has changed irrevocably.

Over time, the memories of the battle faded, and they replaced the gloomy awareness of guilt. The actions that they previously considered heroic now seemed to seem cruel atrocities. The atrocities that they made with their own hands. Similar legends exist in the mythology of many cultures of Valoran. If you believe them, the presence of Atrox changed the course of some of the most important wars in the history of mankind.

And although in these stories Atrox are extolled as a savior, perhaps his true heritage should be considered a world full of wars and strife. The story of atrogen entering Almaren is extremely vague: he himself did not tell anyone how he got to the continent, but that year when the rumor about him for the first time rolled in deaf settlements in the western edge of the Golden Desert, one of the caravans crossing it, stumbled upon a scorched oasis near the border of the sand.

Atrox does not have fiery magic and fiery magicians in that area were not noticed. From this we can conclude that Darkin got here not of his own free will. It is possible that he clashed in Valorane with someone powerful enough to open an inter-spatial corridor and get rid of the threat of his precious life forever. Or until Atrox finds the way back.