Name: Alberio Cyngi
Appearance: Muscular barely even begins to describe his body mass, muscle from head to toe, he covers himself in man’s clothing – keeping his fur buried deep underneath and a vain attempt to hide it. Scares rob his face of any true value, while his fingers are sharp pricks with a razor’s edge. The most notable attribute of his appearance is often said to be his eyes which ironically are said to be different colors. His right eye is said of orange-red, and the left a deep blue.
Weapon: Cloud’s Buster Sword, but an Energy sword version. As well as whatever he may find on the battlefield. He is experienced in many forms of martial arts and could even fight bare-handed.
Bio: Born as an affect of rape like his older brother, the nameless half breed was basically born an experiment by his father. Their father who was full wolverine picked two separate humans to bear him children, the first was his brothers, a priest, who bore them the first unnamed wolverine child, she stayed with the family as her faith forced her to. The second was a far less upstanding woman, Alberio knows little of her. He grew up believing him and his brother were full blood relatives.
His father rose the two children harshly, trying to bring out there viciousness in his own greed, By the age of two his father was trying to put them in fights against each other like animals, wolverine fights he would host in his town for money and betting, no one stood against this, even though there village held both wolverines and humans they saw half-breeds as a travesty. Him and his brother grew an intense rivalry and became brutal toward each other.
His mother was slowly building up a wrath inside her from the thought that she was raising heresies, as a religious woman who blindly believed in her faith, she felt as if the violence around them was evil, as it probably was, she was miserable and finally one day decided that her only penance could be to kill the half bread whelps that she has been raising and keeping alive. As she was blood related to the eldest she felt instinctively to go after the youngest first, Alberio. One night she attacked Alberio who still believed she was his birth mother and almost seceded in killing him, but his older brother killed his mother to stop her.
Though the act may have been partially driven by his kinship to his brother and though neither of them remember much of their past, he claimed it was so “He would be the one to stop the your breath”
They lived like this without their mother, a greed driven father, and a village that hated them for only one more year, when the village was attacked by bandits, who were destroying what they could, driven by the war around them. The villagers fled, and many were killed, their father managed to escape. But the two children were left in the midst of the bloodshed with no one to help them. But they weren’t going to die so easily, they both fled and went their separate ways, though the still encounter each other occasionally. Alberio was picked up nearly two weeks later by a young man who called himself X, though Alberio later found out that his true name was… well that doesn’t matter.
X took him to his base camp, a political organized syndicate, possibly the largest of its kind, in one of the largest and most powerful southern cities around, one build around this syndicate. He was put in a program with other children around his same age, he quickly befriended large portions of this group. They were trained… not much more to say, they were taught sword play, staff play, many, many, many forms of martial arts… they were not trained lightly, put into severe workouts with build diets, trained many hours daily. They learned the simplest and most effective ways to use a blade, to break a bone, to end a life, and they were all easily desensitized to it all. But they weren’t treated like animals, the whole time they had friends, they were praised and treated like equals, like lives, not like tools. Something Alberio never had before, and the whole time X looked out for him.
They were also schooled, Multiple languages, energy currents and the fluctuation in human and wolverine energies, different races and ethnicities, politics, anatomy, physics, biology, chemistry, poisons, craftsmanship, and many fine arts. Music and dance… they were taught many cultures forms of edict and how to adhere to these lifestyles. They could act like 50 year old kings from across the sea, or 15 year old thugs in their back yard… and they were good at it.
By 12 Alberio could speak 12 languages and was having valid political arguments with his friends and superiors about taxes in distant lands, and was performing in professional level privet symphonies with the violin.
They were killing by the age of 13... It was easy for them, they would work fast, and work well, they were able to take on the elitist of the elite… they were brilliant and worked with unnatural team work… They could plan weeks in advance for that one instant were they would be open… Alberio was a star pupil… and soon he and several others were put on high end political assassination and recon work, it was a time of political war…
He grew up in this lifestyle; X was his closest friend, teaching him everything he could, He told him to take the name X when he retired, as Alberio was at the time only known as Kiddo. They didn’t only kill, they stole, they converted, they learned, they scouted, they lived. They ate well, lived well, but they weren’t spoiled. There were whispers of them by the time they were all fourteen, they were legendary… and terrible… they were heartless in battle… heartless in assassination… known to kill children and fathers and old men and woman…
Alberio was still a half breed though, and outside the syndicate received constant hatred, he was would kill people in streetlights over it. But X would always be there, a brother, a father… until he vanished… and suddenly everything changed. Many of their role models vanished… the only people who cared about them… and then it happened.
They were turned on… there syndicate was getting heat, so they pinned it on the 15 year old operatives… they had bounties put on them, and many of them were killed right away… but the rest vanished into the cities underground, they crime rings, the lowlifes…
They were devastated, events not talked of in this outline almost destroyed Alberio, but soon they gathered themselves and fought back… It took them over a year before the real war started… but start it did, and they tore the city apart… I am not going into details as I am sure you are bored already.
Well, Alberio along with the rest vanished, some like X (Alberio) left legends, others whispers, but they wanted to live… so they vanished, X named himself Alberio and went on living in an old run down city, ironically enough as a bounty hunter… until news came of the one that left him behind… but that is a whole different story…
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Weight + height + nationality + personality = Unknown.
Since the last outbreak of the infestation, and the battle with Cyberus, Alberio has not been seen in the whole 85 years. There were whispers of Alberio, following him wherever he went, like black fingers grasping further and further for his body, or like hunting dogs closing in on their prey. But what they tell was not the hero who led them victory over Cyberus or even a figure carved from stone, merely believe that what they see is something born of hell, from the worst minds of the century.
The infestation has mutated his body, prolonged his life, and made him something more of the un-living rather than the living: He is like a wraith! He no longer has the need for food, for water… the infestation has made him twisted in both mind and body; he's become rabid to anyone except his closest friends… family.
Raquel… a name that stirs from deep within his body, like the constant flowing river down the mountain, it burns his soul and keeps his mind somewhat sane. The third girl he's ever fallen, completely, in love with and when he would admit it, it was too late. The infestation took him.