Looks 30. (Real age unknown.)Home Country -or realm-:
Tokyo, Japan. (Earth Realm.)Fighting Style(s):
Iaidō or sometimes referred to as "Moving Zen." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iaido
Karate. More specifically Shitō-ryū. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shit%C5%8D-ry%C5%ABWeapon:
Japanese style katana. Cyclonus.Speciality:
A hydra.Reason for entering Mortal Kombat:
"I just want a purpose in the world again."Personality:
Despite his rough start, Adronis is at least capable of kindness, but trust is not something he gives freely. He's a loner, especially after he lost the only woman he had ever loved. He fights because he can, having lost all purpose and will to live save to for the thrill of battle, in which case he is deadly proficient and cold as the steel he uses.Background:
Raised on the streets without any parents to speak of, Adronis knew no warmth, no hope, and no mercy until the day he met someone that turned his life around....to a degree. It was an ailing karate master, an old man that took the young man under his wing and taught him everything he knew, giving hope, if not purpose. Educating the young man for ten years, the old man died of natural causes, and his dojo torn down shortly afterward. Adronis had been long gone before the place was tore down to clear the way for some new housing complex, finding his way to Japan, where karate had been born, or so the stories said anyway. Finding another master that saw his raw potential, as well as a measure of anger that he hoped to purge from the young man's soul, a teacher took him in and taught him how to use a blade, a katana. Again, another ten years, and Adronis mastered that as well, but something happened along the way. He had met a girl, a woman as beautiful as a lotus flower in bloom. Fate would tear them apart, her father having made deals with the wrong people and losing money that he was to pay or lose his daughter to the ruthless Yakuza gangs. Adronis heard of this, and when he broke through enemy lines, he saw the leader kill the only woman he had ever loved, and that was when he snapped.
What was left of the Yakuza clan when the smoke cleared and the bodies discovered that same dark night after an intense shootout against a single man who was an unstoppable demon of destruction were a mass of sliced remains from deadly precise katana strikes. All of them had been hit once, two times max, and the bullet casings that were scattered about told a story of their own since more than a few had been sliced in half as they had left their gun chambers, but how a human could do such untold feats was not even discussed since it just wasn't possible, yet evidence said otherwise. Another puzzle was that the woman's body was gone, and no one could find a clue as to where the girl had gone, but the blood where she had lain told that she hadn't walked out of that building on her own. She had been buried, placed on a hill that overlooked the girl's former village, and Adronis disappeared into the sunset, being a ghost of his former self, an almost hollowed out shell save for when he was fighting. Then a shred of his old personality can be seen, driven, passionate, yet deadly.