Or..... at least that is what i think my name is. I do not remember my childhood nor do i rememer having a family. All i remember is the pain and suffering that day. During the chaos of when the Bane ravaged Archea, my home village, which was not even charted on any map ath that time, was destroyed, and i was the sole survivor, or, at least that is what i was told. I was left..... alone, amongst the burning huts and the screams of the dying, me, only an infant. I had lost my right arm amongst all of the fighting for who knows what reason. Maybe it was a stray swing of a sword that cut it off? Or maybe some bored soldier decided to have a little fun with a defenseless infant. For whatever reason, my arm was severed at the shoulder. I lay there, crying, and slowly dying. Then... a wandering mage was following the path of destruction left by the bane and found me. He had to stop the processess of my body until which time he could do something about my wound. He took me in and adopted me as his own.
-----------------------time passed-------------------------
I had always been called Altair by the old mage. He never did tell me his real name. Or maybe i can not remember it. Oh well. The old wizard had been developing a method to controll specific parts of armour with only mere thought. Be it an arm, a leg, a torso, or even a full suit. He always had some trouble with the experiments. The metal limbs would animate without any problems whatsoever. However, the limbs would move beyond the wizards control; they would act eratic, make huge messes, make obscene gestures, you name it. Me, being around 5 at the time thought it all to be quite entertaining, watching the old man chase the rusted bits of armour down and dispell them. The tenacious old man never gave up, and by the time i had turned 20 years of age, he had finally found the solution. The limbs needed a human host on which to bond. He called me into his study one day and before i knew what hit me, i was out cold.... When i woke up, i felt strange, yet i could not quite put my finger on it. Finger... i felt it. My right index finger tapping on the operating table! I jerked awake and saw my right hand, no, forearm, no, AN ENTIRE METAL RIGHT ARM! At first i could not believe my eyes, "Is this..... my arm?" i thought to myself. The old wizard walked into the room, and to his astonishment saw that i was awake! He proceeded to tell me that he did not expect me to awaken so quickly, and that i should get my rest. It was late evening and i was not complaining, i was very tired. I was in a coma for about a month. When i finally woke up, he said "Get up! Your training begins today!" What kind of training was he talking about? That was when i realized my arm again, my finger was still tapping, and where it was tapping, there was an appropriately sized hole in my matress! I could not control my arm, but neither was it out of control. I got up and my arm hung limp and useless. This is where my training began. He trained me first how to use and move my arm, and then to my astonishment, how to transform it into useful weapons! I did not realize the extent to which he was researching inatimate animation (as i began to call it). "The arm", he told me, "is a very powerful and useful weapon. But as much as it is a weapon, it is also a shield. You see my boy, normal sword swords can not even scratch your arm, for the magic defending it is too great. Only the most powerful spells and enchanted weaponry can even hope to dent it." A month after he taught me everything there was to know about my new arm and the new possibilities it unlocked for me, he died. The old man devoted the rest of his life for my well being, and that is a gift i will never desecrate. I was well developed in the martial arts, so i decided to become a warrior, and an unconventional one at that. I work for whoever fights against the forces of chaos, and i swear vengeance on those who destroyed my home.
I am Altair, and this is where my story truly begins.....
-----------------------time passed-------------------------
I had always been called Altair by the old mage. He never did tell me his real name. Or maybe i can not remember it. Oh well. The old wizard had been developing a method to controll specific parts of armour with only mere thought. Be it an arm, a leg, a torso, or even a full suit. He always had some trouble with the experiments. The metal limbs would animate without any problems whatsoever. However, the limbs would move beyond the wizards control; they would act eratic, make huge messes, make obscene gestures, you name it. Me, being around 5 at the time thought it all to be quite entertaining, watching the old man chase the rusted bits of armour down and dispell them. The tenacious old man never gave up, and by the time i had turned 20 years of age, he had finally found the solution. The limbs needed a human host on which to bond. He called me into his study one day and before i knew what hit me, i was out cold.... When i woke up, i felt strange, yet i could not quite put my finger on it. Finger... i felt it. My right index finger tapping on the operating table! I jerked awake and saw my right hand, no, forearm, no, AN ENTIRE METAL RIGHT ARM! At first i could not believe my eyes, "Is this..... my arm?" i thought to myself. The old wizard walked into the room, and to his astonishment saw that i was awake! He proceeded to tell me that he did not expect me to awaken so quickly, and that i should get my rest. It was late evening and i was not complaining, i was very tired. I was in a coma for about a month. When i finally woke up, he said "Get up! Your training begins today!" What kind of training was he talking about? That was when i realized my arm again, my finger was still tapping, and where it was tapping, there was an appropriately sized hole in my matress! I could not control my arm, but neither was it out of control. I got up and my arm hung limp and useless. This is where my training began. He trained me first how to use and move my arm, and then to my astonishment, how to transform it into useful weapons! I did not realize the extent to which he was researching inatimate animation (as i began to call it). "The arm", he told me, "is a very powerful and useful weapon. But as much as it is a weapon, it is also a shield. You see my boy, normal sword swords can not even scratch your arm, for the magic defending it is too great. Only the most powerful spells and enchanted weaponry can even hope to dent it." A month after he taught me everything there was to know about my new arm and the new possibilities it unlocked for me, he died. The old man devoted the rest of his life for my well being, and that is a gift i will never desecrate. I was well developed in the martial arts, so i decided to become a warrior, and an unconventional one at that. I work for whoever fights against the forces of chaos, and i swear vengeance on those who destroyed my home.
I am Altair, and this is where my story truly begins.....
