: Cristop AmeltonRace
: HumanActual Age
His armor is not as eloquent as the picture here, but besides the fancy embroidering and the intensely fitted pieces, it's pretty proper. Cristop was trained in multiple styles of Jikundi, but Alunka was his specialty, and they wear heavy armor. The effect is light in this picture, but keep in mind that his existence is that of a lightning storm, he cannot harbor it, he can only calm the winds.Affiliation
: Jikundi Infused Knight
: Before the infusion spell, Cristop was reserved, focused, and calculated, but he was a pleasure to be around, and his attitude was positive, no matter the day. Now, he is cold and dismissive. Most of his time is spent alone in a cabin that he constructed himself before the 2nd winter. When he speaks, it is quietly, when he acts, it is quickly and with extreme purpose. That had always been his style, though. Cristop's thoughts puncture his consciousness, and a look of death always permeates from his eyes. He wishes no harm on people, but unless he actively focuses on keeping them safe, his lightning can strike them dead in an instant. He sees his infusion as both a curse, and a responsibility. Cristop has not known the touch of a woman for over seven yearsBack story
: Cristop was raised in a town far north of Anders. There, he was used as a hard worker to make crops grow and people fed. The people of his village had a Sage house with an extensive library, and he took to learn everything there was to know about physics. there were over seven textbooks, and it was the only scholastic opportunity he had, as a studious young man, he mastered the knowledge in no time. Cristop had always been a strong individual, and his wide spanning dreams caught sail at a young age. Jikundi stayed in Cristop's home town and took in three children that were otherwise homeless, he taught them to fend for themselves, and Cristop was the star pupil. Soon after, they begin to travel together. Cristop was sixteen when they settled in the tower camp of Anders. At that time, the other two pupils were still with them. They've since died, before Albert Truun had ever come to the villages.
As the winter's ticked by, he found exceedingly useful ways to use his training and his knowledge together, arriving at concepts that Jikundi himself, had never imagined.
From Cristop's perspective it goes a little something like this: The blasphemous woman, Kellian, a black haired witch from the easterly wilds arrived in Anders and completely took over the street camp. This woman was a necromancer, and there were two ancient grave yards near the main street that the people of the inner village lived on. Albert Truun and Jikundi battled her seperately for two months, keeping Kellian's army of undead outside of the other camps was unsuccesful, and as the tower was taken by drudge dripping skeletons, Cristop, Albert Truun, two young witches, and a powerful young warlock named Franze Derrick ran to the northwestern woods and transfered Albert Truun's magnificent power into Cristop's fragile body. Cristop was told that the spell would only give him magical powers. He did not know the truth, no one did.
His flesh became hot, and the pain from every cell in his body was extraordinary, and it never stopped. It blew up the scene of the ritual and killed the two young woman that traveled with them. Albert was able to defend himself, and Franze shattered his left leg under a young oak tree that Cristop blasted. Eventually the pain washed away his consciousness and he started to see red. Cristop charged back to the tower, and marched into the ranks of zombies, and skeletons. Kellian was shocked to see a ball of lightning walk through the numerous blockades she'd set up to defend herself. Cristop obliterated her and her entire army sunk back into the earth where ever they stood. Anders returned to normal, and Cristop never killed the pain.
He built a cabin near the infusion sight, where Albert Truun and Jikundi were preparing their new homes. As the students come and go around him. Cristop can't help but feel like a god among men. As he stands on his cabin, meditating with the motion of the trees, he knows that with ten minutes of focus he could destroy the entire Jikundi camp. He's yet to harm another living soul on purpose since the infusion ritual. But he's killed over two hundred demons in the seven winters he's lived with his electric affliction.