Akshan || Indebted

Name: Akshan Age: Mid twenties to early thirties Appearance: Average height, fit build, brown skin, dark brown eyes, long dark brown hair, short beard. Attire: Breathable adventurer’s attire. Always shirtless, instead wears a white and orange cloak with the Sentinels of Light emblem. Wears many Shuriman amulets on his arms and hands. Occupation: Vigilante, Sentinel

Personality: Charming, confident, playful. Very just and moral, believing that enacting vengeance takes the utmost priority over anyone else’s beliefs. Despite seeking vengeance, he sticks to his morals and avoids becoming spiteful, having little tolerance for those who target the defenseless.

Backstory: Even as a young orphan, Akshan was one to pursue justice. In his eyes, even the warlords of his city were deserving of comeuppance, a belief that earned himself powerful enemies. He would eventually see consequences, being beaten to near death and left on the streets to let nature take its course. Had it not been for an elderly woman named Shadya, he surely would have died. Shadya, he soon learned, was a member of the Sentinels of Light, a global organization that protects the world from the Undead. She offered to let him live with her so long as he became a Sentinel as well. Akshan, happy that someone saw more in him than just a troubled orphan boy, readily agreed. Shadya taught him everything he knew, preparing him for a Harrowing from the Shadow Isles, the worst that the world had ever seen. She taught him to use many ancient Sentinel weapons, but there were many more that had been looted by warlords aiming to use their power for their own gain. She worked hard to attempt to reclaim the weapons, but knew they couldn’t afford to waste too much time with the Harrowing’s approach. One gun in particular caught Akshan’s eye, but Shadya forbade him from using it. This gun, the Absolver, had the ability to revive, but Shadya didn’t believe in meddling with fate, to which Akshan disagreed. At his persistence, Shadya eventually revealed that she’d used the Absolver to avenge Akshan, reviving him after she found him dead. The fact gave him pause and, while Shadya continued her attempts to get back the Sentinel weapons, Akshan would wonder what it was that had made him worthy of being revived. Tragically, he would find Shadya murdered in the streets before he could find his answer. He buried her within Shurima’s Sentinel base and, despite her wishes, staked his claim on the Absolver and began his hunt to find Shadya’s killer, Sentinel cause be damned.

Goal: To revive Shadya

Behavior and Habits:

• Thinks out loud
• Often visits Shadya’s coffin, speaking to it as if it were her. He remains flippant in regards to her likely disapproval of his actions.
• Lives by his own code: “Don’t be an ass.”

Tools & Abilities:

• Absolver: An ancient Sentinel weapon with the ability to revive the dead. It’s unknown how the weapon works, only that it takes a killer’s life and uses it to restore that of their most recent victims. Being a Sentinel weapon, it can also harm the undead of the Shadow Isles. Akshan has modified the weapon to include a boomerang attachment and a grappling hook, both of which he uses frequently.
• Dirty Fighting: Has little formal combat training, instead utilizing stealth and deception to his advantage.

Relationships:

• Shadya: Akshan’s mentor, Sentinel superior, and, for a while, caretaker. She saw potential in him given his penchant for justice, and revived him using the Absolver after a warlord had ordered his death. Their bond was strong despite the tension that arose in regards to continued use of the Absolver. Akshan knows he’s going against her wishes in wielding the gun, but he justifies his actions by saying that he’s fixing the world by targeting the Shuriman warlords in hopes of one day avenging her.

Speech: Humorous and boastful, especially toward his enemies. He can be serious when need be, but usually doesn’t see much reason to be. Even if he were to die and be subsequently revived by the Absolver, so long as the situation isn’t still dire, he would sooner make a quip about it than reflect on the severity of the moment.