Shohen

Shohen
Shohen is a Pirate Captain, leading the the Black Sword Pirates, he is commonly seen plundering gear and armor, as a passion of his but mostly armor and weapons.

He holds a deep grudge with the Kingdom of Aurora, and as such lives his life pursing vengeance for his lost town and moreso dead mother.


 * 1)  Biography 


 * The Beginings

''Shohen is an Elf who was born 173 years ago. He was born into a big city full of the wisest elves, but wisdom doesn’t equal power. They were hiding from their attackers — the vitreous humans —in their proud mountains and lain devious traps in hopes that it would compensate for their poor fighting prowess. His people were being hunted by humans for their knowledge and rare artefacts that would make humans the most dominant race in the world. Shohen trained to try and help his friends and family;he wanted to protect his people, and see that no harm come to them. Everything was going well until that day. He could remember the day with vivid clarity, as if it were happening right in front of him.''

''It was a day like any other. The shroomlights of their endless caverns shone overhead from the stalactites above, vines crawling downwards as of to discover what lay at the bottom of the abyss. He was on a raised plateau covered in the soft sheen of the morning dew on the grass, alongside the rest of his fighting class. As they assumed their sparring positions against one another, there was an impromptu trembling of the earth around them, a faint rumbling as though the mountains were growling in fury. Then, a sudden bright light; that's when he peered through the great sun’s rays to see the banners of Aurora.''

''Shohen made his way out of the mountain and managed to escape with his best friend. With a fleeting glance, he fled from the scene of the genocide of the people that he had thought he would protect. He couldn’t. He loathed himself for that. He still does.''

 Mithusu City : 

''He fled to the nearby Mithusu, meeting amicable friends who, although some were human, held no prejudice towards his race. Lazyman, Captain Hans, Poopyballfart, KingBacons, PikaPlays24, Metten_, and Evutra would be the names forever embedded into his memory for being the ones who helped him get over his grief and rediscover old passions, such as blacksmithing. He then met Merffinn And epicgamerjamer, a duo of talented warriors who's skilles were overlooked and decided to leave Mithusu and make their pirate crew named the Black Sword Pirates.''

 The End (Or So They Thought) : 

''It was happening, the The Kingdom of Aurora had found their small nomad base, Shohen, Merffinn, and epicgamerjamer were forced to leave their current base. Shohen was walking in the frightening woods of Rathnir was trying to find a good place for them to settle. That's when he saw a figure that he will never forget, those white clothes and the sharp dagger. A person swiftly made their way behind Shohen's back and that's when he felt the most physical pain he has ever gone through. With a bayonet in his neck, he had no choice but to stay there and die. He prayed to the undead god before dying, a hopeless action, or so he thought.''

 His return to earth : 

His turn to banditry :

'' His prayer to the undead king had been successful, Shohen was at present, alive. He was in the middle of an ocean, he had lost everything when he died. All his food, armor, swords, artifacts, and his most prized possession, his trident. He found a small island and that would soon become the headquarters of the black Sword Pirates. Because of his prayers to the great undead god, there was a weird feeling once he was back to earth, he had a sudden urge to sacrifice every thing to the god, he soon ran out of everything, but he still had to please the undead god and always give something. That day, Shohen started killing, he started with a few fishermen, then traders, nomads and soon he started raiding cities and giving everything to the undead god.''

Currently:
Shohen is now a simple Elven blacksmith in a town named Maxstadt with an infatuation for armor and swords. He is 173 years old and has now made peace with humans, though not with himself, and he is one of the last of his kind, the Elves of the Mountains.