Hiems Arietis

= Hiems Arietis =

This is a full story and account of the character Hiems Arietis played and portrayed by Wintertime, a member of valreach and son to wilhelm Arietis.

The Chaos Born
the day Hiems was born to his parents Wilhelm and Amari Arietis, The shroud beckoned a evil cloud over the lands of shroudsfort calling to the noble lord Wilhelm that his first born must be subject to his madness. In doing this he would grant more of his power to Wilhelm bringing Wilhelm's goal of becoming a god closer. after 2 years they placed Hiems into the temple for the ritual to begin, this bring the shroud to appear from his tomb feeding on the soul of the boy and releasing his own into him, unlike Wilhelm hiems was not chosen by the shroud to conquer, Hiems was forged, branded and built, with the shrouds corruption now placed in hiems he began ageing much faster, he was trained and taught to do nothing but kill, he had became the ultimate weapon for his fathers mission against the world as we know it.

Hiems was born to hold a sword and slay any and all, and that is what he did. however the corruption of the shroud began to take its toll on hiems as the darkness had began to take to his appearance as it had his soul, corrupting and decaying away at his face and body, he began to wear a mask and gloves to hide the corruption from the public, this crowing him the name of The Leaper.

Shrouds Slayer
Hiems had now started a reputation of blood and chaos wherever he goes, marking the lands with the symbols of the shroud in the blood of those who fell before him. a lone survivor from a small village, a victim to Hiems's path of destruction had made his way to the capital to spread the word of the Masked Menace of the southlands of Saafir.

With each slain foe that stood Infront of Hiems, His father Wilhelm's power and connection to the shroud grew, rewarding his son with the lordship of Shroudsfort placing his son in the imperial government of valreach. From this new title he would do frequent rituals of blood and soul to the shroud, he was present at the ritual of the Kinslayer where Wilhelm sacrificed his two siblings in the name of the shroud. After some time the imperial government noticed his lust for blood and his loyalty to his father and the shroud, placing him as RSM of the Imperial army making him in charge of the southern regiment stationed in Saafir.

Hiems's lust for blood and tainted soul would prevent him from having any emotion attachment, it was said that even at government meeting nobdoy could make out and expression on the killers face, as though he was but a corpse under a mask with the swordsman skills of the most powerful fighters known to the realm.

Tainted Hunter
On a brisk morning Wilhelm gave Hiems mission, to track down and kill a high ranking leader of the house of Moreau that was a renowned strategist, he was no noble but a keen and cunning warrior, Hiems was also informed that he was being escorted by 10 men of the Moreau house militia along the roads of Vionir. Hiems took to his famous blade and his dark stead, setting off to meet his prey on the roads.

Upon the ledge of a cliff looking down at the traveling soldiers, he analysed his approach, being outnumbered was nothing new to hiems however as he saw a fear match in this. As he road further along the road he stopped at the end of a bridge and awaited his rivals. Once the escort met him at the bridge they instantly began to suspect what was about to happen, placing their hands on their blades and dismounting from their horses to meet Hiems on foot.

As they drew out their blades and marched in a group at Hiems, who had little expression at all of the coming conflict. Within 5 seconds of hiems drawing his blade the first two had fallen down with cuts to their body made with profession and care, the rest stood firm as fear had began to spread through them as Hiems lunged at the group slashing and clashing at them with fury and a sense of joy even.

After the last of the men had fallen to the blade of Hiems he whipped what little blood was left as he stared through his mask at his target who drew his sword in fear. as the target lunged at hiems, he would purposely strike away his opponents attacks as though playing with his food. once the target had become to tired to fight and stand he was kicked to the group, now unarmed pleading into the soulless mask of Hiems, He slashed his sword across the throat of his target placing it back in his sheath as he remounted his dark horse and rode back to his father with news of yet again another successful mission to add to the tally.