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Arkhan is the last of the descendants of the Qualshy Family, and the foster brother of Sinister Cruz. He comes from Nordmar, or at least he thinks so, since he was brought there while still an infant. The only thing he was told about his past was his family name. For 12 years he grew up as one of the Nordmarians in the Wolf Clan, along with his foster brother. All he wants is to learn anything about his lineage and family. This has been his goal for 24 years.
Personality
Attentive, he easily gives in to angry emotions, but above all, however, he is intelligent. He pretends high optimism, but is distrustful of mortal beings, and especially despises strangers. He always pursues his chosen goal, learns quickly and always finds a way out of situations. He excels at secrecy and rarely talks to newcomers. Despite his attitude towards others, when his comrades or family are in danger, he is able to abandon even the most important tasks and break all rules, just to help them....
However, after certain events in his life, he began to care about other people because he believes that some people are worthy of each other.
Abilities
- Swordsmanship - He is one of the better swordsmen remaining from the Clan, just behind his brother, with whom he has never yet won. He often likes to experiment with creating his own forms of cuts and strikes so he can surprise his opponent well with something new.
- Lumberjacking - For a certain age, he and Sinister have been cutting down trees, helping lumberjacks from the Clan and nearby villages. They are not experts, but they know this and that, and have earned a little respect as lumberjacks.
- Mining - He's never held a pickaxe in his hands before, but he's had to do it a few times since he got to the Colony, learning that his "sword techniques" are quite effective, and what he manages to dig up is a considerable sum.
- Hand-to-hand combat - He can fight well without any weapon, although he is not made for this type of skirmish, so he always tries to fight with just any tool.
- Keen intellect - Thanks to his rather high intelligence, he is not often wrong in his decisions, although he has never been able to handle situations with other people in this aspect. He is also able to learn something new much faster than others.
- Silent feet - His stealth skills are not at an expert level, but he can often sneak up on his prey at a significant distance while remaining unnoticed.
- Enormous reserves of magical energy - Like everyone in the Qualshy family, he possesses an almost infinite supply of magical energy
History
Chapter I - Waking up It was a day like any other, Arkhan woke up early in the morning, with tears in his eyes and got out of bed after a while, looking at his sleeping brother. He slowly walked out of the room and then went outside so as not to wake anyone. All the while he was thinking about a dream that has been haunting him at night for some time - a forgotten island, tainted by magic, and somewhere there stands a grown man; Arkhan can't see his face, but he knows he's looking at him and smiling. The man takes something off his hand, throws it to him and then walks away into the island. The boy tries to catch up with him, but no matter how much effort he puts in, he can't even move. He looks at the ring and sees a bloody mark: an engraved rune, resembling a Q. Before he has time to think about the fact that he has never seen this mark in a dream before, he wakes up. Arkhan quickly pushes the thoughts away, then moves to the shed to pull out a small wooden sword. He takes a moment to look at it. It's not sharp, nor is it particularly heavy, but it's missing something. He shrugs his shoulders and goes to the small training field behind the house to practice fencing with an imaginary opponent. Hours pass, and then his younger brother calls him, saying his parents want to talk to him. The boy thinks he's done something again, but puts down his sword and goes home. Sinister was sent away from home by his parents, which immediately aroused Arkhan's suspicions. "What could be so important that they don't want Sin to know about it?" - he thought, and after a while he learned the devastating answer. "Arkhan. We are not your real parents," - said his father slowly, "you were brought here a long time ago, and all we heard from your father was the name you have." "So... What name do I bear, if not Cruz?" - he tried to hide his anger and despair, with moderate success. "Qualshy. Your name is Arkhan Qualshy," his mother replied, with tears in her eyes. "And why didn't you ever tell me this before...? For twelve years I lived a lie!" - the boy could not stand it and began to cry and shout at his only family, but he did not want an answer. He ran out of the house and, passing the returning Sinistra, fled the village taking cover in his, and his foster brother's, hiding place in the woods.
Chapter II - Without saying goodbye Arkhan sat in a tree and cried quietly to himself, and a strong storm of emotions was taking place in his head. After all, he had just learned that he had no family. He knows nothing except his name. He decided that he would return home, take his belongings and run off in search of the truth. But then he heard a shout coming from the direction of the path connecting the Wolf Clan to a nearby village. "ORCS! SAVE YOURSELVES EVERYONE! THE ORCS ARE COMING!" - yelled a man, until finally the war cries of the orcs joined in. "No..." - groaned Arkhan, but was afraid to go down - "But... Mom, Dad.... Sin..." Something flashed in the pit, a piece of iron, as if calling him. A chipped metal rod that Arkhan used for more demanding exercises. "Yes, this could work." Arkhan jumped down to the ground, picked up the rod, rested it with the smooth part on his shoulder and started running toward the Clan. However, he was not the first one here, the orcs had already begun their attack. He ran into the village, followed mostly his favorite paths between huts where no massive orc would even put his hand, and when necessary stopped to avoid falling into the hands of the invaders, until he finally reached his home - a house standing in flames, and in front of it a scrawny and low for an orc opponent frightening the little Sinister, trampling over his father's body. "Enough..." - whispered Arkhan pulling the rod in front of him and taking slow, heavy steps towards the orc, who turned his attention to him and was already taking an axe swing from above his head - "I said.... ENOUGH!" Arkhan made a quick strike with his right from the bottom up to the left, hitting the axe, but did nothing but change the trajectory of the weapon. "It's nothing, it's just the first blow." He then cut from the left side from above, returning the rod to its original place. Luckily he hit the orc in the head but it was the boy who felt the pain. "One more. Just one more." Taking advantage of the enemy's brief disorientation, Arkhan made a turn pulling the weapon behind him and struck straight down from above, hitting the monster's skull again. Again he felt a strong pain that forced him to let go of the weapon, but fortunately he managed to injure his opponent at least a little, so that the enemy could not do anything for a while. The boy, panting heavily, grabbed Sinistra's hand with his baking hands and they fled through a secret exit that was under one of the houses. There was no one left, just the two of them.
Chapter III - The Journey Year One Sinister and Arkhan found refuge in the Hammer Clan, which they reached before the orcs warned them of the attack. The Nordmarians managed to ward off the threat, and the boys were sent back to the Monastery after a few days, since there was no free place for them here. Sinister felt indifferent about the situation, but Arkhan knew that his brother was hiding his true emotions. As for himself... he was irritated by the lie of the past week, and by having to live in the Monastery while being looped by their stupid rules. Fortunately, he found a few loopholes, which allowed him to practice fencing with his brother freely, as well as search the library at night.
Year Two Sinister is gaining experience, the mages are interested in his innate talent so they sent for one sword master from the nearest Clan to be his teacher. Arkhan refused, he had been determined for some time to learn on his own, or while fighting, in order to learn his true self. Sinister, however, got better and better over time, until eventually Arkhan began to lose to him despite being older. He was, however, pleased with his foster brother's progress. But he still could not find any information about the Qualshy lineage in the library.
Year Three Arkhan is slowly entering manhood, so he begins to think about traveling the Continent, but he can't leave his younger brother. Not yet. Sinister first needs to train hard, so that Arkhan has no chance as a swordsman. Only then will he know that Nordmarian can handle himself. Sinister himself, however, doesn't realize anything. He continues to think that Arkhan is his older brother, in flesh and blood, and thinks that he has never fought him seriously. That's why he manages to win.
Year Six Arkhan woke up the same way he did six years ago, on this day. He looked the same way at his sleeping foster brother and then left him a message prepared on parchment, in which he included everything that was important - especially the truth. He then begged the mages to take care of Sinister until he was ready to leave. He didn't trust them, but thanked them when they gave him a map and gold coins for the journey, as well as one of the cheap blades from the Hammer Clan. And then he left and never returned to Nordmar again.
Year Eleven "It's been five years..." thought Arkhan while sipping a small beer at night in a roadside Myrtan inn. Of course, he continued to worry about Sinistra, but he knew the man would be fine. The man put his mug down on the table and headed for the exit. He passed various people with different vocations, but none of them cared about him. He had already managed to learn that everyone wanted only their own benefit. The Nordmarians of the Hammer Clan got rid of him and Sinistra after barely a few days, and the mages of the Monastery only wanted to make them servants of Innos. Arkhan had already left the building when he was suddenly stopped by one of the people inside. "Hey, you." - The stranger put his hand on his shoulder stopping him. - "Wouldn't you perhaps like to help me with a certain matter?" "No," he replied shortly and, looking over his shoulder only, took his hand. "Man, but I really need someone like you. I see that you have good equipment and move quite nimbly." "What don't you understand about the meaning of the word 'no'?" - He turned around pulling out his sword and pointing the blade at the stranger. "Well, suit yourself." - He shrugged his shoulders and smiled, changing his tone of voice. - "Get him boys!" Arkhan turned when he heard footsteps behind him, but before he could do anything he had already received a decent blow with his sword head to the head and lost consciousness.
Only three days have passed since then, but Arkhan didn't know when he was kidnapped, when he was carried to the ship and how long they sailed. He must have been hit too hard, because every night, while he slept, he saw the same hold he was locked in, but there were people in it and Sinister, who single-handedly defeated every pirate who ran inside. "But he looked different, it couldn't be my Sinister..." the man told himself. Of course, he was in the hold with other people, just as bound, but they were not the same as from the dream. Finally, he heard an unintelligible scream from above, and then two thugs pulled him aboard. He was too weak to do anything, even after they untied him, but he only understood excerpts of words. The likely head of the gang said something about "mistake" and "no ransom" and then threw Arkhan off the ship with his own hands. The man fell asleep, drifting on the water, until finally his consciousness was restored by more screams. He realized that he had only been swimming for a few moments, and was now lying on the beach, but there was no one around.
The next day he woke up, but he was still alone. Next to him lay the wreckage of the ship and the carcasses of the pirates who had dragged him here. He decided to look around the area, having previously found his beloved ring. He doesn't know where it is, but seeing himself under the blue dome he guesses that he is trapped. "Maybe it's destiny? Gods, what do you expect from me..." he thought looking up at the sky, but the answer did not come. But that is no longer important. He has to start again.
Trivia
- In this world, he can't use magic, never even tried.