Syer Cra

His name sake was to much for him to bare, never being good enough turned him agasint everyone.

5' 11" (180cm) tall

Very Deep Blue Eyes

Black hair

Pale Skin

23 years old

Always wearing some kind of cloak or long coat with his left arm always covered up, He uses his right arm for everything the only time he uses his left is for fighting.

Due to a fight with Zerillia, forced to happen by the demon sword, Syer no longer has a left arm or the demon sword.

Syer was born to the Cra family His great Grand father Being Michael Cra, everyone in his family has been great warrior and leaders and came to the aid of everyone. While Syer never had any skill in the powers everyone had his control was bad and he was always very greedy, shame and mocking of Him drove him to hate his family and all of their ways.

Syer is out for himself, if he wants something he will try and take it and the one thing he wants more than anything else is power and to kill his so called ancestor Michael Cra, to prove that he is no failure and even stronger than the strongest man in his family.

Aura Melding: Just like Micahel Cra ((in the Extras)), but his is twisted and filled with hatred unlike the type Michael uses, his it hurts everything it touches with his violent and hateful aura. When his aura becomes physical it is a deep violet almost black, Syer wasn't able to use his Aura melding with much control until he found a certain artifact but it enhanced it all be it more evil now.

A Demonic Sword: Made out of part of Drog, the demon that killed Michael when he was alive the first time. The sword is alive and has attached itself to Syer's left arm and now looks like a piece of armor all the way up to his elbow, it can take the form of a sword but only when it feels Syer is in danger and needs to fight. It absorbs magic, it feeds off of it and grows stronger but while there is no magic it is slowly draining Syer of his life force and will one day take over his entire body. The only thing that prevents it from consuming Syer faster is if he lets it feed off of others, it can be a quick process but is very painful, that being said it is always feeding off of Syer.

Syer was born to the daughter of Christina, who is Michael Cra's daughter even if unknowingly to everyone she is adopted, everyone in the Cra family have been great warriors of justice and great leaders, but Syer has always been lacking. He was given the name of Michael's sword so that when he was an adult he would be a powerful sword to protect people with, and because of that of all the pressure forced on him even though when he was a child they saw he wasn't great at honing his skills in aura melding and that it was wild and unfocused they continued to train him while anyone else would have been stopped and not allowed to continue training.

The only thing he was good at was enhancing his weapons, in fact his weapons always did more damage than anyone else almost to much, but seeing as how the primary goal was to protect he was still looked badly upon. Soon he started being teased taunted for who he was and being so horrible at the basics of the skills.

At this point Christina's son took over being "The Shield" of New Me'Jis, and Syer's mom "The sword" As Christina and John Cra were becoming too old, for those roles. As part of that the hardest missions became Syer's mother's job, so the comfort he had of his mother was no longer there. He became even worse at his skill training, unlike most auras that had a Orange, Yellow or a Blue tint to them, His had always been red which was approved because of the passion he had to try and be the best even though he was horrible.

At this time it started turning a purple color which hadn't been seen before at first it started a craze that he would improve so even more people focused on him thinking this was a sign he would take on great power. It did his attacks with this became explosive he could no longer spar with others for he inflicted great harm, but soon it brought him even more shame and mocking because his forms and shapes became even worse and just holding things in his aura would destroy them, by the time he was 17 his aura had become a Deep Violet and as much as he didn't want to Syer's Uncle forbid him from using his aura ever again for all it did was destroy.

Soon after not willing to live with the mocking and shame he left New Me'Jis for what he thought was for good he hated the people of the city, he hated his family even his mother for not being there to defend his use of aura, even if he couldn't defend he could still be used. He left and wandered around aimlessly, his entire life he had been taught to be used for others to protect. He thought they were fools, if they just ruled the world they could easily keep the peace and just wipe out the demons and monsters where they lived and if wars started instead of siding with the side that provided a good reason they could stop it all together there would be no need if they ruled everyone.

As he wandered his thoughts turned more and more to power hunger, he still had a remnant of good will but it was behind a twisted view fueled but his hatred, He happened upon a enormous group of demons he slaughtered them as if they were pigs even the largest of them fell before him with ease, finally all that was left were a few smaller demons pleading with him for life. He had relieved a lot of his anger so he decided to let a few of them live they were almost harmless after all, but he had questions why were there so many demons here. Terrified they told him that this was the Tower of Creation it was where Drog had given bodies to demons and gave them a way to take physical form and to reproduce, and that they would meet randomly here like a religion and today was one of those days.

Syer asked what they worshiped seeing as how Drog was dead, killed by his damned great grandfather, the little demon showed him a secret room where a sword had been left. The demon explained that was the sword Drog had made of himself and that it was made of his own flesh, Syer walked over and grabbed the sword to claim it as his own, the little demon tried to stop him but was quickly displaced by Syer.

As he gripped the sword the sword became like Goo and attached itself to his hand and quickly started draining him of life and crawling up his arm, Syer fell to the ground in agonizing pain and remembered the stories of his great grandfather, and forced his aura to go physical between his skin and the sword. Soon realizing why his skill in Aura Melding was useless in so many ways now, his arm started breaking apart from his aura's destructive power.

He gave up realizing that sooner or later he would destroy his own body to try and keep this thing from killing him, but when he stopped his aura the sword stopped draining him and he heard a voice in his head raspy and deep, "Your one of Cra's people aren't you" quickly replied with hatred "NO! I am one of his descendants and I hate him and all of his People!" There was a long silence before anything started again, the sword talked to him and accepted him as a new master but informed him, because he was a child of that bastard he would one day consume him but if he followed certain things he would let him live and in fact give him a longer life in exchange.