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Antor Mannaro is a wanderer, traveling through life to remember who he really is. For as long as he can remember, he has been accompanied by a certain essence, encased in an artifact that Antor has carried since childhood. He longs to call himself Aston.
Personality
He is bland, thoughtful. He can do anything to find his true self, along with his demonic companion.
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History
Prologue It was a warm, calm winter day before the village of Antor, a young 15-year-old boy, was attacked by mercenaries. No one knew why. Whether it was simply an order from some rich townsman, or a simple robbery like this order was lacking. Antor's parents were already dead but he was on the run. Through corpses, forest and empty fields. He had to reach the Castle, disregarding the tears, wounds and blood, which he had less in his body by the minute, in his desperate run he reached a frozen river, and no bridge in the area. He knew he had to cross that river. The other bank was so close, and beyond it was already close to the Castle. He approached the river slowly and took his first step on the icy road to freedom. Then another and another. He was only five steps short of the other bank when suddenly something snapped. This time not inside him, but underneath him. Before he knew it he was already underwater, he tried to surface, but couldn't - the ice blocked his way. He lost consciousness and his lungs filled with icy water....
Chapter 1 - "An imaginary friend." Cold. That's all Antor felt. He wondered if he was already in heaven? He was afraid to open his eyes. He was afraid that there would be no parents there, no familiar person, no one from his small village. Then a voice sounded in the room where the boy was, Powerful and firm but... a little out of this world. - Hello Antor - at the same moment that the mysterious figure spoke his name, Antor decided to open his eyes. Where he was was far from the heaven he had dreamed of. A dark crypt. All damp. - Who... Who are you? Where are you? - spoke the boy in a slightly thicker voice than before the accident. - Me, don't you remember me? I am you. - So... You are not Innos? - I'm closer to Beliar my dear friend. - So you are evil? - Evil cannot be called me, good all the more so. A long time ago I created the amulet that is currently around your neck. Unfortunately, a certain power trapped me in this world until my task was accomplished. And you, boy, will help me fulfill it. Silence fell, broken only by the dripping of water from the ceiling. After a long pause in the conversation between the boy and the mysterious being, she decided to come out of the shadows. She was in ragged noble clothes. But this did not surprise Antor as much as the fact that he was a fox of human stature. He also possessed a sword of black steel. and despite his orangish fur, the hair he had on his head was purple. The boy was terrified. but he had nowhere to run. He was at the mercy of a strange creature. - Easy Antor. I didn't keep you alive for these few years just to kill you now. - Years? - Then when you fell under water. Then you died.... You drowned. And your dead body by some miracle ended up in my crypt. The process of merging the Soul was long and tedious. - What are you talking about? - Just because I merged our souls now here you are alive. I gave you life and you will help me fulfill the contract. This is the contract you agreed to when you left your mother's body. Everything happened because of this agreement, Antor. - I can still disagree now. Stick a dagger in your larynx and end it. - You can. Of course... But then you won't know who you are.... The last thing you remember was the attack on your village right? And do you remember anything else? Do you know what happened before that? Well, that's right, you have a blank in your head. You help me, I help you. You will find out who you are, who attacked your village and who killed your parents.... But everything in its own time. Now you have to get out of my prison. My name, by the way, is Aston. You'd better remember my name.
Chapter 2 - "Demon" It's been a few years since the mysterious encounter between demon and man. Antor, as a 17-year-old boy, was already well-built, in decent clothes, with an Amulet displayed around his neck, aimlessly roaming the world looking for his place. One day he arrived at a small village, lying very far from the center of the country. At first Antor did not recognize it, but the cries of the past made themselves known. The same forest, buildings only just rebuilt. Apparently they had only recently managed to collect enough gold to hire a builder. Antor crossed paths in the city trying to remember something.... However, he remembers nothing, except the day he ran away. On that cursed winter night, the anger in Antor's body rose, it had to see the light of day, that's when Aston came into action. - Easy Antor... I know a way to make you feel better - Suddenly Antor found himself in a different place. It was a crypt but different from Aston's. These countless corridors, like a maze.... - Aston, what are you doing! Let me out! - Forgive me but it's not my fault... You must find your own way out of here to find solace. Antor traversed one dark corridor after another of the labyrinth and at one point sank to the ground. He fell on the hard surface, he was in the town again. He smelled burnt wood and meat. He hit upon a memory of that place. He was standing in the middle of a town burned to ashes, with the incinerated bodies of residents lying everywhere. Empty... Without a soul. Antor was full of anger. - Aston! What have you done cursed demon! - In response, he heard demonic laughter. - Me: Heh... It was all done by you. I tried to stop you. Antor couldn't believe that he was the one who burned down the village. He was desperately making his way through the burned houses, when suddenly he saw him. The last survivor. A boy of about 15, he sat huddled in the bushes. Antor cautiously approached the boy, who was clearly afraid of him. - Calm down... I will take care of you.
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