PERSONALITY:

Bonesmith's judgement is bestowed upon those who have wronged him in his previous life. The hint taste of his retribution is merely not enough for him to be sated, most of the times he would spend hours conducting agonizing torment. His merciless half beyond the mask was a manifestation of his undying hatred to his past executioners.

But behind all those crimson-tainted covers, Bonesmith is just another civilian looking for justice. He protects the people who he deems as friends, and spends some of his time fixing his attitude to grow bonds with the faction he is in. Bonesmith serves his undying loyalty to his teammates in different ways, though this does not stop him from his true motive; may the Bonesmith rest when justice is served in absolute.

---

ABOUT

Hassin was rested in youth when the attack occurred. The faces of those that brought him and the rest of his family to dismay were covered in different materials, each conveying what threat they posed as. Hassin remembered the bloodshed, Hassin remembered it all; he was the last one to die, and was the first to be disgraced in horror.

When Hassin touched the borders of death, the persona of the unliving came before him. A hand was stretched out, his boney fingers inviting Hassin to join him in his supposed new home. But hellbent on revenge and hatred, Hassin rejected death itself and aimed to seek absolute punishment to his executioners. Death was in awe at the bold move, but more offended that he denied death itself.

Death proposed a challenge before Hassin. If he could beat Death at any game, then he may spare the demon and give him a second chance, a chance to walk the same planes as his murderers, and give an equal punishment to which he did not deserve. Hassin accepted the challenge, and there it was a duel between concept and soul.

A physical combat was proposed, and Death foresaw his victory, there was no way a low life soul could defeat him that easily. Hassin was given two blades for equality, as Death carved out his sickles from his wrists. When Hassin initiated the fight, Death started to see the fierce force that laid in him, each strike from Hassin's blade made Death move backwards, and he found himself admiring the thirst and strength to prove himself worth to Death that- he indeed deserved the second chance.

Focused in awe and admiration, Death did not see his demise as Hassin tripped him over and aimed his blade to the neck of the unliving persona. It was useless to kill Death, but the threatening pose was enough for Death to understand that Hassin was taking this seriously. Death did his part of the deal, recreating Hassin into a different vessel to free him from the pain of his old host, and there Hassin was no more- but rather Bonesmith, the warrior of Death and the persona of absolute justice.

Before Bonesmith left, he turned to Death, his eyes wandering on the persona's buckled belt. "Your pistols? May I wield them?" And with much consideration, Death lent his enchanted flintlock pistols to his champion, his first winner.

"They are Mercy and Fate. Take good care of them." Death would say.

"I know when to give my mercy and fate, and I know only three people who will not be getting them."

The Bonesmith walked away from his carnaged hometown, crimson sprayed everywhere like paint, and bones exposed like the features on the corspes' visage. Long lives the Bonesmith, and may mercy be bestowed upon his unlucky prey.

BACK