BASICS
Name: Captain Mafsha “Leo” Sandrunner
Age: 65 in Earth years
Gender: Male
Race: Aryite
Personality: Because of his training as one of the Chosen of Leolik, an order of elite warrior priests, Mafsha is very virtuous and tries always to be kind, generous, and protective of innocents. However, he also has a hot-tempered streak, and he has little tolerance for stuffy nobles and entitled aristocrats. His fiery demeanor made him a prime candidate to be promoted as a Zealot.
Alignment: Lawful Good
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
APPEARANCE
Eyes: Yellow
Hair: A golden brown fur covers his entire body. His face is cloaked in a thick dark brown mane. Traces of silver and gray dot the extremities.
Height: 8’3”
Weight: 784 lbs
Skin Tone: Golden brown
Build: Well built with an athletic, practical body
Voice: Deep and guttural, yet intelligent
Profession: K.A.S.T.A. (Khroniktan Alliance Space and Time Agency) Explorer and Chosen of Leolik
Description: Mafsha stands a few feet taller than most humans. A golden brown fur covers his entire body, thickening around the circumference of his face as a dark brown mane. Mafsha seems well built with an athletic, practical body. Intelligent yellow eyes scan his surroundings while long whiskers twitch with his lion-like nose and maw. Faint dark spots are scattered across his fur coat. A long, furred tail glides along the ground. Tanned leather guards protect his upper and lower limbs while a breast plate covers his torso.
HISTORY
Mafsha was born on the planet Khroniktus in another time and dimension. Khroniktus is an ancient world scarred by eons of brutal and blood war between dark tyrants and righteous champions. Mafsha comes from Lion's Mane City, home of the Aryites, and is one of the Chosen of Leolik, an order of elite warrior priests. Currently the magi of Lion's Mane are developing a portal to explore other worlds. Mafsha volunteered to be the first to test the device. This device has sent him to many times and worlds, including Terra a few times, namely the first, third, and nineteenth centuries.
EQUIPMENT
Armor: A steel chestplate protects his torso while leather guards cover his upper arms and thighs.
Casual Clothing: When off duty, Mafsha clads himself in a simple leather tunic and cloth trousers.
Carried Items: K.A.S.T.A. teleportation device, a small coin purse, wooden bow, a quiver full of steel-tipped arrows, and a journal.
Main Weapons:
• Name: Shadoweater
• Type: Runeblade
• Made of: Arcanium steel
• Length: 6’
• Weight: 50 lbs
• Description/Info: A two-handed runeblade characteristic of the Chosen of Leolik. When drawn, the blade emits a faint golden hue that glows much more brightly in combat. Runes of courage, virtue, and righteousness, glowing with the same radiance, decorate the blade. An insignia of a lion’s head is engraved on the guard.
• Name: Retribution and Heartfire
• Type: Twin broadsword runeblades
• Made of: Arcanium steel
• Length: 5'
• Weight: 25 lbs
• Description/Info: When one of the Chosen of Leolik is promoted from a Crusader to a Zealot, he is outfitted with two runeblades specially forged for his new office. When used in sync with one another, they can turn the Zealot into an unstoppable maelstrom of death on the battle field.
OTHER
Abilities:
• Foresight: As a Chosen of Leolik, Mafsha is gifted with a form of foresight in which he can anticipate the actions of his foes in combat almost before they happen. This enables him to react quickly in battle.
• Agility: As one of the Chosen, Mafsha’s actions are guided by Leolik, the Lion God, enabling him to dodge, block, or deflect incoming blows with relative ease.
• Paladin: Being an Aryite and one of the Chosen of Leolik, Mafsha carries an inherent resistance to shadow magic. He can also wield light energy to either heal or to injury creatures of darkness (i.e. demons, vampires, werewolves, and undead). Mafsha is also skilled in swordsmanship
• Roar of Leolik: During combat, Mafsha can emit a deafening roar that demoralizes his enemies and strengthens his allies.
• Zealout's Fury: Mafsha goes into a berserker's rage.
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Mafsha Sandrunner
An Aryite warrior from the planet Khroniktus. An agent of K.A.S.T.A. and one of the Chosen of Leolik, an order of elite warrior priests.
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So begins...
Mafsha Sandrunner's Story
A low hum began to resonate in the atmosphere of the bar, shattering the cold silence of the self-loathing drunkard and arrogant boasting of the self-loving playboy. The hum slowly rose into a thunderous roar. Like the panicked gazelle fleeing from the lion, the shadows fled from a flash of blinding light that illuminated the dark cantina. Cosmic energies began to swirl and fold, escalating into a swirling vortex of purple, blue, red, and gold that forged a violent tempest where there was once a calm stillness. Like a raging sea storm the energies churned, gathered, dissipated, and thundered as a funnel in the fabric of space and time began to form. Blue and violet lightning illuminated the cosmic maelstrom. From within the vortex formed the silhouette of a large humanoid figure.
Then, just as suddenly as the vortex appeared, it vanished. A limp body collapsed from where it once resided and landed on a table with a splintering crash. The being carried a coat of golden brown fur across its body, thickening slightly around the face in a dark brown mane. A lion like maw hung open in a low groan as long white whiskers and a furred tail began to twitch. Its body was fit, athletic, and well built with definition. Tanner leather guards protected its large biceps and thighs while a large steel chest plate shielded the torso. Across its back was sheathed a large longsword.
In a low groan, the being lifted one paw-like hand up to its face.
"Ayapo anu..." he said in a deep, strong, guttural, yet ingelligent voice.
In a low groan, the being lifted one paw-like hand up to its face.
"Ayapo anu..." he said in a deep, strong, guttural, yet ingelligent voice.
"Ayapo anu..." he groaned again before sitting up with the support of his arm. He was a very large being - very lean and muscular beneath the coat of fur. Attached to his wrist was a sort of bracelet covered in blinking lights, buttons, and knobs. However, in a few places it sparked and smoked. Swung over his back along with the longsword was a wooden bow and quiver full of arrows. The being finally opened its yellow cat-like eyes and looked around its surroundings.
As soon as the lion man's yellow eyes found the ones of the demon Maelik, his face contorted into one of fiery rage, dark hatred, and cold sorrow scarred by endless suffering. He opened his maw and a deafening roar, containing the raw righteous fury of that emotion, thundered from the recesses of his throat. In that roar was uttered a single word - Erebim. With incredible speed he performed a backwards roll, landing in a defensive crouch. With one, clawed, paw-hand, he reached and drew his longsword, which resonated with a golden hue. Runes of courage, righteousness, and virtue shone with the same intensity as his eyes.
"Ye speak the tongue of mankind, Monster," he growled, "Ayapo anu... Where am I? Earth? I swearest we banished thy kind from this world ages ago... Have ye come to subjugate them, to torture them, to slaughter them, to mutate them as thy didst to us?"
"Aye, that's how it starts..." he growled toward Maelik, but spoke to Genevieve, "They came to my world and tried 'chatting' with us as well... They promised things. Power, wealth, immortality, knowledge... For servitude, allegiance, and loyalty! Some took the gifts, but the came at a terrible... terrible price." a single tear streamed down his cheek. "They returned to us as shells of their former selves! Their empty eyes... void of everything that made them men and women, and replaced with hate, rage, darkness, and an unquenchable hunger for bloodshed. They came in vast numbers, slaughtering all in their path... Men, women, children... The sick, elderly, and injured... They spared none. All in the service of the damned Emperor, may he rot in Tartaraz! There is nothing but darkness, cruelty, and evil within them... They are incapable of mercy, compassion, friendship, generosity, and love! They are this way because if their soul has not been completely consumed, it is corrupted and blackened beyond repair or redemption!"
"And now they have come to do the same thing here..." he growled, taking a step toward the massive demon, showing no fear.
Mafsha Sandrunner glared at Genevieve, his glowing eyes filled with dark memories and reopened wounds, "Funny... Tis almost the same thing my brother said, quoting the Dark Herald. I warned him one last time after that, and the next time I saw him was years later... When he was holding the broken and mutilated bodies of his wife and cub. It was only until he had me by the throat when I recognized his deformed, mutated, and corrupted body, housing the dark twisted soul within. His hands were still wet with their blood as he strangled me - laughing at me. If he even recognized them or myself, he did not care... The Sufferer's Wrath consumed him to the core... They did that to him! He did that to him! Creatures like him did that to him, and all others like him across countless other worlds that were wiped out and destroyed!" he pointed his blade at Maelik.
Mafsha Sandrunner spun his runeblade twice in his hand, creating a humming sound, before going into a pounce position. "Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for He is with me. Leolik guide and protect me..."
Mafsha Sandrunner finally charged upon the abomination, uttering another deafening roar of righteous zeal. A divine storm of holy light surrounded him as tongues of fire erupted in a golden inferno along the ground. Shadows fled from before the Chosen. Mafsha's runeblade - Shadoweater - hungered. You are my eyes. You are my blade. You are my shield. I am yours, mighty Leolik, Divine of Divines, Bane of Erebuz.
Mafsha Sandrunner noted the demon's height disadvantage as he charged. The monster was large, bulky, and could not move as efficiently, while Mafsha was much more agile. He would use this as his advantage. Anticipating the strike, the Aryite dove into a roll toward Maelik's right, landing slightly behind his leg. With one hand, he slashed his holy runeblade at the demon's hamstring, while with the other he blasted a burst of blinding light toward his eyes.
A soft patting of paws could be heard slowly descending the stairs. The wood creaked loudly as if they were trying to support a tremendous weight.
From the stairwell emerged a massive creature that stood several feet taller than the average man. A coat of golden brown fur covered his body, thickening slightly around a lion-like face in a mane. Tanned leather guards protected his thick biceps and thighs as a steel chest plate covered his torso. Attached to his back was an enormous sheathed longsword, a wooden longbow, and a quiver full of steel-tipped arrows. Yellow slitted eyes remained focused on a metal contraption - covered with blinking lights, knobs, and buttons - that was strapped to his wrist. A large paw-like hand tinkered with it. The being's long furred tail swung back and forth as he entered the bar area.
Mafsha Sandrunner suddenly perked his his up at the abrupt silence. Glancing up the creature's feline eyes widened in alarm as he raised one of his paw-hands, palm facing outward. It began to glow with a golden light.
"So..." he said in a deep, guttural, yet intelligent voice as his eyes scanned over the unholy creatures in the room, "It appears that we had failed in our previous endeavor to cleanse this world of thy unholy presence, and in consequence ye numbers hast multiplied since my departure."
"Aye, ye... foul creature of shadow and death." he growled as he reached up to his longsword. Pulling it free, golden runes of light, courage, virtue, honor, and righteousness began to glow with a golden light. The engraved lion head on the guard glistened in the light as an aura, in likeness to the runes, surrounded him in the same light.
"I am called Captain Mafsha Sandrunner, an Aryite of the world of Kroniktus, and one of the Chosen of Leolik. I am sworn to eradicate any trace of the All Consuming Darkness, wherever it may be found... and ye foul creatures," he said glaring at Sinclair, Illumious, and Joshua, "thy presences reek of it."
"I am a warden of my people against the endless shadow that has forever tried to destroy us... and by the honor of my people, both living and fallen, my king, and my god, I am sworn to destroy any trace of it."
"I've seen what your kind has done to Earth and its people," he growled toward the vampires and lycan, "so much death, darkness, and chaos... Similar to what happened on my world. I thought we had destroyed the last of you, but apparently mister Hellsing did not fully accomplish his task."
Mafsha Sandrunner glared confusingly at Phinx and Lesina, "So ye would allow these unholy creatures to roam freely throughout thy world, killing and corrupting at will?" He then looked at Veronica, "I would leave if I could, but unfortunately I am unable to leave this plane, because my interdimensional transporter is broken and my world hath no conventional portal into this tavern."
With a bright blur Mafsha pointed his blade - Shadoweater - toward Messor. "I have no conflict with thee, drake, so I suggest that you stand back. They are but an evening shadow compared to the darkness I have faced." He spoke again, to everyone, "As I said before, due to technical circumstances, I am unable to depart from this plain... and I refuse to stand by and allow these unholy creatures to flourish while I have the power to stop them. Toleration of evil IS evil."
Mafsha Sandrunner growled at Phinx and made a sigh of annoyance and frustration before sheathing his runeblade. "I will respect thy sovereignty over this domain, however reluctantly. I will be upstairs repairing my K.A.S.T.A. teleportation device and meditating..."