__________________________________________________________________________ I am Balance, the constant in a Legacy of Rage.
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Rising Tide
Legacy was born as Yvel au Wraith, of house Havoc. He was raised as most youngsters were, to be well rounded in life before choosing a mastery, a way of life, a profession, but due to his violent outburst and unwillingness to change his personal habits he was a late bloomer of sorts. That is until he met the master that he would one day kill. The qualities that made him perfect for the Wiggin style were the things that no one else cared for, his hunger for conflict, the idea to improve himself under any circumstance, while the wiggin style was frowned upon in Havoc society it was still a technique to be studied, mastered and learned. It required challenge after challenge, merciless victory after victory, it would mold the darkness that surrounded the young Yvel’s heart. When it came to apprehending criminals of any age, anytime… he would do so always at one hundred percent of his strength. After he had killed for the first time, his teacher had decided that it was time for him to move forward and issued the challenge to him that all havoc initiates would one day be issued… the challenge to ascend from the ashes.
Fighting a master in the Wiggin style was something out of a dream, the fact that it was a true fight to the death, made reality seem pointless and insignificant. Two Bodies clashed in the midst of a snow storm. Only their rage kept them warm, and the blood rushing to leave their wounds. Elbows smashed, knees buckled, heads slammed into one another over and over until the old man staggered, falling back. Yvel would then go in for the kill, a small knife stabbing into the lower abdomen, and lifting up off the ground, as organs were let loose, a blood-curdling scream, a thud to the ground and then finally outside of the wind howling against the trees. Silence.
From that point forward, his first name was no longer Yvel, he like his master shared a name. They had become the Legacies of the | [You must be registered and logged in to see this image.] |
Wiggin Style, as there were only five other masters they inherited the right to the name when the former mentor of the style had fallen. Legacy’s true training could begin
Shallow Tide
As the years past, Legacy would enter tournament after tournament, and learn from four of the five masters of the Wiggin style initially with the hopes of being able to raise the best apprentice he could, to kill his master so that he could learn from the fifth and final master of the art. The quality of his hunger knew no bounds as his ultimate goal was to learn from the Grand Master of House havoc so that his dreams of being the best were no longer fantasies at best. Things would not work this way, as instead, apprentice, after apprentice, after apprentice would die by the hands of his master. He had not put the pieces together; he spent the past seven years training new apprentices, but to his dismay, they had all failed to ascend. Growing frustrated, he went to challenge a different master, with the hopes that he could prove himself a better teacher than the other four. The battles, of course, ended in death, and when he taught his newly adopted apprentices, they would come close but would still be defeated. This vicious cycle would repeat itself until there were only two masters of the art left, Legacy had successfully gotten all of the practitioners of the art killed one way or another. Eventually, his teacher took on another apprentice, and then, the calamity happened.
Tidal Wave
When the calamity hit, Legacy had decided that the rules and makings of society were no longer fit to judge how things had been done. News of the alliance with House Meticulous and the ongoing war had him frightful that someone else would defeat his master before he had the chance, keeping him locked in his current position forever. Rather than attempt to train a new apprentice he took matters into his hand, and struck down his master with the force of the best Wiggin art that house Havoc could have mustered. He was then arrested for his crimes, imprisoned, and was to be put to death, but instead… longing to be free, with his hands and feet bound, he smashed his head into what appeared to be the weakest part of his prison, he did this again, and again and through miracles he flew out, leaving only a hole, but no impact. At the time he had no idea what he had done, but as Legacy made his race for freedom The Warrior quickly learned that by slamming his head into anything he could break anything. With the same prowess used to kill the other masters of the Wiggin style, Legacy escaped as the only other person outside of the grandmaster who knew his great martial art. |
