Conan the Celt

Real Name: Conan
Title: Bás
Alignment: Evil
Age: (About) 2000
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Hair: Long Hair
Eyes: Pure eyes and pupils.
Height: 6'9
Weight:245

Costume Description/Image: Picture below.

Personality: Conan is a very bloodthirster man, he does not care for anyone bar himself. He would slaughter families if he felt the need to do so without emotion. He is a pure warrior and has the mindset of one, you get in his way. You die.

History:Childhood: Conan began like every other Celtic child, he was born for war. In his childhood he was trained to be a Celtic warrior and have no fear, his father was a twisted man who beat Conan's mother, sister and even Conan himself. On one of Conan's training day's there was a scream coming from his home, Conan ran blade in hand and noticed his father standing over the limp body of his mother and sister with a smashed mead bottle in hand. Conan noticed his mother had shards from the bottle in her forehead, he was trained for no emotion, but this was too far. Conan went in a bloodthirsty rage and grabbed the training sword from his sheath and stabbed his father in the back, a loud roar could be heard from miles. His father turned to face him and fell on his knees, Conan stared him in the eyes and whispered, "I'm going to watch you die, like how you watched them."
Conan pulled out a small dagger and cut out the beating heart of his father. He began stabbing it, blood gushing everywhere.

Teenage years: Conan became a fine warrior in his clan, training for days and days, he eventually became a highly respected Celt aswell. One night when Conan was sleeping loud roars could be heard, he got up blade in hand, he rushed out of his hut, there was a huge attack on his clan. It was chaos. Half of the village was overun, most Celtic leaders had already been slaughtered, Conan grouped up all surviving Celts he lead them to a massively outnumbered battle and won with a flank attack and the courage and strength of the warriors. A huge cheer could be heard "CONAN, THE MIGHTY LEADER!" From then, Conan led the clan, a 17 year old warrior leading a clan, the youngest in history.

Adulthood: Conan, and 20 of his men were scouting around the hills to find hiding enemy troops getting ready for a surprise attack, but they found something far more important. A large shrine with a older celtic symbol with circular patterns on the ground under it sat on a flat bit of land surrounded by hills, Conan and his men were confused of why this was here, and what it was. It was no religious shrine. After about an hour of looking for what it's purpose was one of the men found a circular shaped button in the middle of it, with a small hole in the middle, he placed his hand to push the button and a large red blade came out from the slot and pierced his hand. The blood flowed into the circular patterned floor and started swirling around it, Conan and his men just watched, leaving the man in the contraption. When the blood reached the end, a large humanoid figure formed out of the blood and went to Conans instincts told him to attack, and he did. Suddenly a large explosion came within the blood figure, and sprayed over all the men.
3 years after: Conan and his men used these new powers to their advantage and became a clan of Blood controlling power hungry warriors, they slayed clans of their own Celtic people, and stole their land. They killed all families and burned the ones that put up a fight, they were unstoppable, until the Romans... A large battle took place between Conan's clan and the Romans that had heard of his bloodthirster nature, he was outnumbered, out equiped and his powers were well known of so, they weren't as effective. His men were beat, most surrendered and got killed anyway. However, Conan fought until the end. His attempt was useless and he was stabbed in the chest multiple times. The Romans thought ill of him and threw him into a bog where they thought he would stay.
1950 Years later: Conan's regenitive abilities kept him alive, and the bog preserved him. Conan's eyes opened, he ripped himself away from the bog and walked out with revenge flooding his thoughts, he roared. "YOU CAN NOT KILL ME!!!!"



Powers: He uses Hemokinesis with this ability could increase or decrease blood pressure, reduce anaerobic fatigue in muscles, and manipulate the speed at which blood is pumped through the body. The user can control blood's flow (to accelerate, decelerate it, or even reverse it), control its regeneration, control its coagulation (to heal wounds), snatch it from wounds. He can also use blood as a projectile and other things, however some of these abilities require himself to bleed by cutting himself.

Power Grid: (You have 22 points to spend on your Power Grid unless you can fly, in which case you have 20. Each stat can start at 6, not 7. 7 must be earned.)
STR: 3
SPD: 3
END: 4
INT: 2
EP: 6
FS: 4

Power Grid colours: Red, Black

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Roleplay Sample: Conan walked to the place his village used to be, he still thought it was the same year he was thrown in, but was unsure who had won the battle, so he went blade in hand. When he got there, he was puzzled, a modern town was in its place he was in a bloodthirsty rage, for all he knew the Romans changed his village so he ran in blindly using his powers and his blade to kill everyone and everything, he was in the middle of slaughtering the townspeople when he looked around and noticed the technology, cars, motorbikes and anything in his line of sight that was unusual for his time, he started destroying this things whilst killing people when a policeman pulled and gun on him and shouted
"Freeze!"
Conan turned around and began laughing, "No, you freeze!"
Conan cut the policemans hand off and used the blood pooring to stop the policeman's blood from pumping and he fell limp onto the ground.
"No more challenges, you Romans are pathetic!"
Conan left the town covered in bodies and blood overflowing the gutters, he began walking to his next victims.

Looks good. Approved until stated otherewise