Alrighty I'll use Messiah.

Name: Messiah
Age: 42
Race: Human
Hair: long, white
eyes: Green
Hieght: 6'1
wieght: 250lbs

Weapons: None
Magic: Undescribable.

Bio: Messiah is THE dark Lord of Avalon, and is bent on the world apocalapse. He is said to be the strongest man among men. His magic abilities surpase the elfs, the drowls, even harpies, and angels. His pyscial strength dwarfs that of the Demons, and the orcs. No race or creature can be compared to Messiah is in a rank of his own.

A thick fog began to sweep across the timber forest of Avalon. So thick one could bearly see infront of ones face. From the fog began to form a shadow figure as it enclosed on Blade master. The Fog began to die down, and was about thier shins. The young boy stood infront of Messiah. He bowed for a moment, and looked at the boy.

"Tis late for a child to travel... where art though too young one." Messiah greated him. The boy was nervous, but responded.
"To Avalon sir."
"To avalon..."
"Yes sir." The boy responded he obviously had a good set of manners.

"No... No your not." Messiah responded
"I'm not?"
"Nope." Messiah responed agian rising from his bow. Blademaster looked him in the eye confused.
"How dare you." Messiah smacked him across the face nearly spinning him around.
"Hey why did you hit me!" Messiah cocked his eyebrow.
" I see your unfamilar with Avalonion Customs."

Messiah folded his arms, and shoch his head from side to side.
"Tis a shame to look a nobleman in the eye is forbidden." Messiah stepped back from the boy.

"As I said before your not going to avalon... You'll stay here.... Forever." Messiah taunted as he began to rise off the ground.

"WHO ARE YOU!" The boy cried in obvious fear.
"... Boy... I am Messiah."

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