Verglas the Merchant

Verglas the Merchant; cursed to live forever as a beast.
In-game, his abilities focus on primarily heavy damage attacks with a secondary focus on healing and counterattacks.

Element: Water
Rank: Legendary (Come on there are NO Water legendaries D:< but I'll accept Master rank as well...)
Name In Battle: Great White
Alignment: Good +20


Quotes/Lines

Controlled: “I once fell in love with a rogue girl from the capitol. Nothing scares me anymore."
Enemy: "Say it to my mug, mate."
Victory: “I would've preferred not to do that."


Charge: Takes a drink from his mug.


Animations:

1-hit: Slashes with his blade.
2-hit: Lunges deep with his blade once.
3-hit: Punches with the free hand then slashes upward, followed by a quick knee.
5-hit: Takes a massive swig from his cider mug and then sheathes his sword, charging at the target to pummel with fists. (Slow, powerful punches)


It was long ago that pirates roamed the world’s waters and controlled the seas. Mercantilism was at its prime in this era, and it was a very dangerous, very profitable, business.
The sailors of the Great White were the bravest of merchants, and closest of brothers. Their captain, Verglas the Pale, was a legend at the time. Despite his massive, intimidating figure, he lived as a friend; as a brother; as a father; to his comrades. No captain was kinder or more respected; no crew more hated by pirates. The men of the Great White accepted the challenge of any pirate ship, having a lust for battle that rivaled the Orcs of the South. They would drink cider (a stark few of them appreciated the effects of alcohol) and sing; they would laugh and dance before, during, and after each and every one of their journeys. They lived wealthy lives surrounded with piles of gold. Once every year, the jolly captain Verglas himself would return home with his men and give the people of their nation great bounties of food and provide them with over half of the Great White’s treasures.
One would think that they would live forever– the way they held themselves and the care they gave to those in need. All was well with the crew of the Great White for years.

Word reached the crew that a pirate captain had risen to infamy in the seven seas; Jultan Bloodbeard. Rumors told that he was a demon, having sold his soul to a powerful archfiend in return for unrivaled strength, intelligence, and fortune. His “soldiers” were not regular pirates, they said. Their skin was red as fire, and their eyes glowed a sickly yellow color. They were cruel. They tortured their captives for the fun of it, they would take pleasure in allowing hapless merchant crews to survive just so they could slowly rip the life from their very souls. Verglas the Pale, of course, was skeptical. He did not believe that such a man, or whatever Bloodbeard was, could exist. Magic was unknown to the people of his nation, and such stories were usually accepted as tales or legend.

The captain Verglas and his crew set off for one last journey before the season’s end.

Verglas awoke to the sight of his ship, empty. None of his crew to be seen anywhere.
He searches frantically, confused as to what could have possibly happened. The lifeboats are all present, there is no sign of pirate attack. There is no possible way they had left, and it is far too late in the season to swim in the salty waters...

In the distance, he sees tattered red sails. The water surrounding the Great White has taken on a thick crimson color.
Verglas couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The stories of Bloodbeard couldn’t have possibly been true.

A foggy, clouded voice resonates through the air. “Yes, Verglas. I do see you have awoken. Oh, but where is your crew?” A sickening laugh echos.

“What have ye’ done you pathetic bastard?!”

The bloody figure of Jultan manifests itself in front of the captain. “Yes. They’re all dead. Every single one of them. And I didn’t even wake you up...” The figure smiles, and Verglas drops to his knees, staring into the distance.

“You... what?” Tears well up in his eyes. He looks over the side of the barge and sees his first mate’s hat breaking the surface of the water. “These were good men on this ship! Brave, honest, giving men!

“Aw. That’s a shame. But... brave? You should have heard them beg my soldiers for mercy. They were weak.” Jultan’s laugh fills the air again. “And you couldn’t protect them!”

“You’re a curse, Jultan. May you suffer for eternity in blackness.”
Verglas throws himself at the fiend only to find himself grabbing nothing but air.

“Not before my crew!” Jultan laughs again, his voice seeming to come from the sea itself.

Instantly, rain begins to poor and the figures of blood-coated demons rise from the water, walking slowly toward the captain as he balances his feet. Gripping his rapier, he waits for the blood demons.

“I will destroy each and every one of you. And when I am done, I will come for you, Jultan. I will have my vengeance. My men...” The captain pauses for a moment. His men are dead. All of them.

"MY BROTHERS WILL HAVE THEIR VENGEANCE!"

Verglas, with exceptional speed and strength, attacks the swift, deadly demons. His large free hand grips them by the throats one after another, and he lunges his blade deep inside of them multiple times while their demonic cries assault his senses. One by one, he kills the seemingly endless demon soldiers.
A demon jumps at the captain from behind, and Verglas thrusts himself backwards into it and throws it from himself. It explodes into a fine red mist.

The fighting did not come without its toll, though. The captain bled from seemingly every orifice. That is, he was covered in cuts and slashes across his entire frontal body. His back remained untouched. No soldier, human or demonic, would catch Verglas off-guard.

The barrage of demons slows to a halt, and the rain stills in mid-air.
The essence of time no longer exists. Only Jultan remained, floating in the sky over Verglas. Without a word, he lowers himself, now eye-to-eye with the Great White’s captain.

Time remains frozen as Verglas is lifted into the air, helpless against Jultan’s magic.
“Gods curse you, Jultan! You damned coward! Face me!”

Jultan laughs and shakes his head but, suddenly, time resumes and Verglas falls back onto the boat, landing gracefully onto his feet. He locks eyes with Jultan, who looks confused and worried. He had not intentionally stopped his magic. The Gods have intervened.

“My brothers are weak?” Verglas slowly walks over to Jultan. The demon does not say a word. “I will show you the meaning of retribution.”

Verglas tosses his rapier onto the ground and swings a fist at Jultan.

“Fool, my magic does not allow me to be tou-” Verglas’ fist crunches into Jultan’s now human-like skull.

“Your magic does what?!”

“My...” Jultan raises himself painfully. “...gods, what happened? No matter... I will kill you without my dark gifts.”

Another angry fist is thrown at Jultan, who quickly dodges it and laughs. The captain is un-fazed, though, and quickly launches himself into Jultan’s significantly smaller body. 

“Enough of your cheap tricks!”

Verglas grasps Jultan’s bloody head with his hulking hands and squeezes tighter– tighter until Jultan’s bloodcurdling, demonic screams flood the air. The sound of bones breaking fills the captain’s head as he stares with bloodshot eyes at the demon’s now disfigured, destroyed face.

Verglas releases Jultan, whom falls to the ground with a thud. He is motionless, dead, and defeated.

This is no victory. My brothers, my own family...

He collapses.

“This is no victory...”

“You’re right.”

Jultan’s voice comes from nowhere. “And you will never return home. I curse you to hide from those you love for eternity. They shall die, and you shall live. Just as your crew before them.”

Pain shoots through the captain’s body as he feels his bones shift. He calls out in agony as he forms claws on his hands and scales on his face.

Jultan’s laughing ceases as Verglas’ pain ceases. He crawls over to his rapier, and gazes at his small reflection.

He can’t help but sing his crew’s song to himself, quietly, as tears roll down the scales on his face.

“We are brother-kings, the men of the Great White
We live not for ourselves, but the people, their plight
And our fights are our own, and we will return home
With riches and gold, we are the Great White...
And we sing to our crew, and to those come and gone
And we’ll trade and we’ll dance until life is done
Yes death you see, it’s not a charade
For we’ll die, as we all do, at the end of our days...”