Huolin

Face Claim: Cú Chulainn // Fate Series

Appearance

Standing at a notable height of 191 cm, he is difficult to miss. He has broad shoulders and a very well built body, visibly trained for battle, muscled enough to swing around a lance with ease, but also light enough to allow him to be swift on his feet. His skin is naturally very pale, and he doesn't tan well, nor does he ever make an effort to, always shielding himself from the sun when it's possible. His eyes are a vibrant red in color, and fairly sharp, as are all of his facial characteristics. He keeps his dark blue hair mostly short around his head, except for a part on the back which he grows out and usually ties in a low ponytail. 

As far as clothing goes, he would go naked if he could, but since it's not proper, he prefers very baggy clothing, or sheer fabrics that let his skin breath more. He also makes sure everything he wears can be taken off quickly. Unlike clothing though, jewelry doesn't seem to be a problem for him; rather, he quite enjoys wearing several earrings and bracelets of plain silver and gold. He usually goes barefoot, but keeps his hands inside fingerless gloves to help him with twisting and shifting his lance during combat without the pain of the handle scraping at his palm. Recently, he has started donning a long cape with a fur lined hood, to keep himself a bit more hidden.

Personality

Huolin is a very active person. He might not seem like it, what with his heavy hood and his tendency to stay in the shadows, but he can't stay put for more than a few moments. Doing nothing means wasting time, and wasting time is not something he can afford. He's determined to make the world pay, and since the world is a big place, he feels like he needs to be everywhere all the time. He will turn even the simplest of situations into a way to move his plan, or at least to exercise his strengths and abilities, bettering himself constantly.

He's far from trusting, instead considering everyone to be his enemy, and treating them as such, regardless of whether they're on his side or not. He won't attack anyone without cause, especially if he doesn't have a solid reason to, but he will never, under any circumstances let his guard down near any other person in the world. Even when he is on missions given to him by his current affiliation with the Resistance, he might act like a good teammate or leader, but he never thinks of himself as part of the team.

The top of the world is himself, always. He will let himself get kicked and berated when he needs to, but will almost always take some sort of revenge for it, be it physical or otherwise. No one in the world has the right to defy him, in his mind. And because of this, although he might address others properly, he doesn't actually respect anyone except for himself. If it were not for his impulse to pursue his goal slyly, he wouldn't hesitate to openly defy anyone who claimed to be above him in rank. 

Because he is unpredictable with his behavior, asking people who know of his persona about him is a bit of a dead end. One might talk of him in high regards, as a good samaritan, helping the weak fight the corrupted Champions, and others might speak of his as some terrifying force you should never cross paths with, no matter your alignment. He changed his approach to people to match his intentions for them in the grand scheme of things, and due to his magical abilities, it's easy for him to do so. Usually, he will try to keep everyone on his side, but there are some people who still manage to get so much in his nerves, that he outright rejects to even use magic on them. Though said people are usually those he ends up killing in battle.


Abilities

Siren's Song - MASTERED
Huolin has the ability to influence people, with the sound of his voice. By talking to an individual about a certain subject, he can change their viewpoint or nudge them towards an opinion of his choice, without them realizing that the change wasn't of their own volition. This change roots itself inside them, and seems completely natural, unless they are informed of the fact that they were bewitched specifically by him, in which case the magic starts to dissipate, and will eventually disappear, letting the person's original thoughts and intentions return. He can also mesmerize people with just his voice, distracting them from any other situation they were preoccupied with. If the environment around Huolin and his target is quiet and peaceful, and he doesn't stop talking to them, he can keep this up for quite a bit, but if he stops talking, or there's some sort of disturbance around them, the magic loses its power.

Beast Shifting - MASTERED
With this ability, he can take on his beast form, as a giant sea serpent, with dark blue iridescent scales and translucent fins of the same same color, as well as dark gray spikes -almost black- trailing down his back, from the top of his head to the end of his tail. Being able to shift into his beast form was a very good asset when he was still living near the sea, but now that he is required to travel around on land and stay as hidden as possible, this ability of his is essentially useless.

Night Vision - MASTERED
Huolin has the ability to see clearly in the dark. His beast origin helped him develop and practice this ability as well, due to it allowing him to see clearly inside the ocean, even at night.

Sonokinesis - MASTERED
Huolin is able to control the volume of the sounds around him. He can make the quietest bird sound like a raging beast, and the loudest waterfall cease to make sound at all. As long the sounds is within range, and he can pin-point its origin, he can shift its volume as much as he wants, for the whole duration the sound initially lasts. Though on its own, it's not a very beneficial ability in battle, he tends to use it alongside his Siren's song, to prolong the amount of time a person gets mesmerized by him by silencing everything and everyone else around, so as to only allow his own voice to resonate.

History

Frezarich's life began near the sea, and had his desire for power been less prominent, he would still be living near the sea. From as early as he can remember, he was either gazing out at the waves, or swimming through its depths for as long as his breath allowed him to. His mother didn't work at all, and was instead in charge of taking care of him and his little brother, while his father was away on mercenary business.

From an early age, he showed signs of a strong character, taking the leading role among his childhood friend group, and always making sure he was the one to receive things first, before anyone else. His little brother was no exception to this, and on his tenth birthday, when Freza was only sixteen years old, he made his mother make him a cake too. His little brother cried about it, but Freza was satisfied with the second cake. Later on he realized he had made this achievement with the help of an unnatural ability he manifested. His father was a man of many talents, magical abilities included. At first his parents had thought their children wouldn't inherit any of it, since his mother had no such powers whatsoever. But their oldest child ended up taking after his father more.

With this newfound knowledge that he was even more special than he thought he was, he abused his pride and ambition even more. Suddenly everyone who didn't agree with him was somehow changing their mind after he spoke to them. Of course eventually people realized he was magically influencing them and they started shunning him. At age twenty-five, he barely had any friends left, and his mother was almost ashamed of living in the same house as him. His brother on the other hand, was very sympathetic towards him. Freza thought it was fear at first, but eventually realized it was more a sense of admiration. His younger brother truly thought Freza was awe inspiring, what with his assertiveness and fierce pride, as well as his magical skill. This, however, only served to keep his unhealthy obsession with being above everyone strong, even when his whole environment rejected him.

Due to being away so much, his father had little knowledge of his older son's behavior, and when he was home, it was easy for Freza to keep up appearances, having his little brother on his side. He even made an extra effort to validate himself to his father, by aspiring to be like him, a famous mercenary, or even a guard to some high ranking official. He trained both with weapons, as well as with his magical abilities, and even started working as a mercenary when he was of age to do so. His feats were not anything extraordinary, but his uncle from his father's side happened to be a champion, and although the two brothers didn't have much of a connection, Freza's father somehow managed to convince his brother to scout the young man and invite him into the ranks of the Champions.

He trained even harder, fought even harder, and eventually made it. He was a Champion; a Champion for the people who had come to detest him. But that mattered little in the confines of the stronghold. He was above them. He was above many, but it still wasn't enough. This was a new environment, one he could work his magic on without having to worry about who knows of it and who doesn't. So he did just that. And by the end of his first year as Champion, his name traveled around like a pleasant little song. Everyone was glad to know him, no one had any complaint at all. They were all so glad that such a nice person had joined their ranks. 

He had no enemies in the stronghold, only friends. Friends who were very willing to speak of his kindness and devotion to his kind, and of his unrivaled skills in weapon-fighting. He made an effort to meet more and more new people, relaying to them a song of his greatness in the most subtle of ways, with magic entwined into his words. And then he met a man whose song was greater than his. And he tried to sing to him too, but the man didn't listen. And soon everyone realized how crooked Freza's song was. He had been charming them this whole time, to paint an image of himself worthy for the role of someone above all of them.

He had seen this unfold before, although he had truly believed that he'd get it right the second time. Instead, he just got a bigger punishment this time round. He was stripped of his title of Champion and all that came with it. His uncle didn't even look at him as he cursed him for ruining the family name. Freza was devastated, and for once in his life, he didn't see a way out of the mess he had created for himself. The only thing left to do was go back home, where he had at least one person who truly liked him.

But upon his arrival at his home village, he was given the news that his brother was dead; drowned. His mother had moved away, his house left a broken rubble. And that was when his despair shifted into something more sinister. If the world didn't want him, he wouldn't want the world either. If there was nothing left for him to do, then there would be nothing left for anyone else to do either.

He was rush in his decision to join the resistance against the Champions, but he did it well anyway. It was an easy feat for him and his skills to convince the right people to allow him to get close to the heart of the group, and from there he slowly worked to construct a new image for himself. One of a man who you could rely on when you needed chaos to ensue. He took up a new name, Huolin, and hid himself under a hood, working towards dismantling one part of the world, before he can move onto the next.