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The Avatar/ Varik Noir

The Avatar/ Varik Noir

Born of the source and that of Oboron, the Avatar is perhaps the most tragic character of the empire. He is bound to a timeless existence… Doomed to repeat the spiralling multiverse again and again… Never without fail nor without rest. Never to be shown mercy, hope, or true joy. Never to be able to absolutely feel like those around him. Always to remember his deal… Always to be the voice of the source….

Cast from the ages before the great rift, the Avatar was born as a blinded white-haired orphan on the world of Asin-dar. Condemned to a life of eternal suffering, pain, and torment the avatar never knew peace…

From the beginning, he had to beg for the scraps off the table of even the poorest. Often suffering from starvation, the avatar nearly died in his youth… He was beaten, branded, torment and much worse… Actions to despicable to speak…

Only out of chance luck did the Avatar, the later Varik noir manage to survive with the help of a girl in which had been made the most unlikely of friends. A girl who is too suffered the brutalities of her those around her. Yet without want or self-preservation she fed him, she clothed him and over time she even watched him grow…

Over the years the blind young boy developed into a well statured 6ft 2-inch man of well-defined features developed by the blind struggles and hardships of his upbringing. Yet no matter what he had already gone through it would seem like a dream for what destiny had in store for him.

Thrust into a war before he had even turned the age of twenty years old the Avatar witnessed nuclear holocaust and following it the winters of starvation. All those around him begged for mercy as the crops withered, the young died plagued by radiation and with it all things ceased, refusing to grow… The light dissipated as the war raged on and soon found its way to their homes. The enemy was in their fields, in their backyards, hundreds of thousands of them were dying. yet no one knew where they had come from… Nor did they have care for a blind man who couldn’t fight… That was until he changed…

It was at the peak of this war did the avatar come into his prime and not that of physical prowess either. Rather it was in the moment of dire need, not for himself but for that of those around him that suffered. Even though they had never been there for him, and even though they had tormented him, something within awoke and with it his power.

Connected to mysterious energy only known as the source, he reached out with all his might. He gathered all his strength and erected the great barrier of light. This almost killed him so early on in his awakening yet nonetheless he was willing to sacrifice it all for those he didn’t know, and worse those that would have left him to die… This barrier finally gave his people a chance. It finally gave them peace… Or at least that was his intention… For even though he gave them protection, light, and warmth, they wouldn’t change their ways…

Over the course of the next ten years, the avatar found himself bound to machines simply known as the Magic Tech. These machines fused his powerful energy into monstrous devices that were used for war. He became the energy in which his people needed to win the struggle. He became the weapon fighting off hordes and powering machines for others so that they could do the same in turn. Countless times he almost died. They drove his body to the breaking point and when he couldn’t take it any more… They drove him further.

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