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Many thousands of years ago, great beasts and behemoths roamed the dawning world; crushing civilizations under their pure seismic might, and flattening ancient armies and cities under a single stomp of their limbs. They were monsters and titanic golems created from what Godly powers corrupted oceans and mountains at the very dawn of time; man was in despair, he could do nothing, not even run. He could only hope to live his life peacefully for as long as possible until a Colossi found and destroyed him. He was not even offered the chance to get his loved ones to safety, for death was swift and left thousands crushed and compressed into the very earth they lived on.. In a matter of minutes.

Legends played out in ancient scriptures and hieroglyphs tell of a man who was born of desert, ocean, mountain and forest. A man who wielded the famous Titan Spear, who roamed the land and slew these beasts wherever he found them. A legend born of when mother's desperate prayers for their children reached whatever Gods watched over a bleak world - doing nothing.

This man saved the world its greatest dangers, until the golems became mountains again. Until men made brick from their bones and built grand cities of the hardest rock. They called him The Precursor - the father of civilization, because he made civilization safe again. What happened to him, no-one knows... After the last of these beasts had been slain, both The Precursor and his Titan Spear disappeared from the world - leaving not a single shred of evidence as to his fate.

If only they knew...



The Precursor woke... He knew not where he was, where he had been, or what he was doing. He knew not the day, or the time, or the year... But so much seemed strange around him. So many things that confused him, that he didn't understand... All he knew is that the call was gone. The call that had given him meaning and reason, kept him focused and willing to continue fighting... It was gone. He wasn't sure what to do anymore. He was... Lost.

True Name: Syros.
Title: The Precursor.
Gender: Male.
Race: Incomprehensible.

Appearance: With white hair, an athletic frame and silver eyes, the man looks young and beautiful as many of the ancient heroes of old. He wears whatever he can afford, whatever suits him and whatever is practical. He carries with him his Titan Spear at all times, despite how impractical it can sometimes be.

Weapon: The Titan Spear is a legendary weapon, unbreakable, more than twice as long as a man... And crafted from the God's own forge. Its blade can cut through a mountain, if the right man wields it... And it harnesses the element of wind to increase its cutting power to the very edge. It is complimented at its blunt end by a chain that can be clipped to his left arm. It also has a second special property, one that allows it to be stored in a sub-space of The Precursor's being so that its size does not constantly cause issues. He can also of course, 'bring it out' at will.

Skills and Abilities: With the Titan Spear in his hand, The Precursor is one to be wary of fighting if any of the legends surrounding him are true. He is capable of jumping several hundred meters in height and distance, but cannot fly. For all his strength against the Behemoths, he is limited by his size and lack of elemental manipulation. His greatest weapon is his speed, martial prowess and power over his Titan Spear.