This is an attempt at a Demigod, I appologise for the rather long story, but once I started writing it took me a while to stop. Just tell me your thoughts on it, if you have any. Thank you for your time.
Name: The Nomad (Czar Mikhamir the Nomad)
Appearance: Medium build, black Cloak/Robe like attire (think Oblivion's Dark Brotherhood robe), one arm is bare and is black like the attire but has glowing red lines on it, carries a khopesh and shield(which bears a symbol) on back, in hand that is covered by the attire he holds the banner which has same symbol on it. Uses lightning bolts as standard ranged attack.
Strengths: Can teleport, is both ranged and melee.
Weakness: Lacks survivability(in ranged), lacks attack power(in melee), lacks Area attacks
Czar Mikhamir the Nomad, removed himself from his room picking up his banner and putting his khopesh and shield on his back. The civilization which he had founded , the Draneeshki, had entered another realm and was mobilizing scouting parties. "How many more will it be until we return home?" He asked his youngest daughter, Ishnal.
She responded with the same quip her mother used, "Realm by Realm, we shall not loiter, Sojourn by Sojourn, we shall not falter, Until we return to the All-Father." Ishnal's appearance always reminded Mikhamir of her mother, Sainim, because she looked the same as Sainim did at that young age, so much so that her mother's Dark Elven heritage almost covered all traces of Mikhamir's human heritage in her.
"I thought that I had taught you that we are not a religious people, for gods can be killed, and that the saying was from eons ago when we first started out. Now, go get ready, it is time for your first excursion, and you need to be down at the platform on time, try to not be late for once, Valkyries cannot be late. " Ishnal nodded and then flew off to the armory. Talking about the beginning of the Draneeshki had stirred up unpleasant memories, of times that only he knew about. Mikhamir's attempts to suppress them were in vain, despite the countless horrors and miracles he had witnessed or done himself in an effort to have other things bury the beginnings.
The beginning of Mikhamir's tale came back to him; he had joined the Mercenary Legion of the Akiri Legion Coalition, along with Sainim and her sisters. About a decade later, the Mercenary Legion was sent to obtain an ancient and sacred relic, the Eye of the Seriknak. The entire Legion was sent into the underground ruins of The Ninth Citadel of the Seriknak in the search for it.
The legends had said that the Seriknak had unwittingly summoned forth demons, and other abominations. After failed attempts to hold them back, the Eleven Sages of the Seriknak worked from the Eleven Citadels, using the civilization's most sacred artifacts, to sink the civilization, along with the demons, so that other lands would not suffer the same fate. Eras passed, but the myth of the Seriknak persevered. Recently, the Akiri had begun to find ruins in the most absurd places; the Deserts of the Damned, the Forests of the Banshees, the Fjords of the Valkyries, and most bizarre of all, The Mountain of the Archangel. Those sites were being handled by other Akiri Legions, the Mercenary Legion had been sent to the most recent discovery, the ruins found at the Isles of the Forsaken Behemoth, a place so terrible the Akiri only claimed it because nobody else wanted anything to do with it.
The Legion delved into the labyrinth of caves that the unforgiving weather of the Isles had crafted, the place itself seemed to drain all feelings of hope or faith, and replaced them with a deep sense of dread and foreboding. On the third day in the labyrinth the Legion came to an open area which had housed the staging grounds for the Akiri Ruins Seekers, except the only thing that greeted them was an army of demon warriors, and their abominations.
Mikhamir held his banner high, while his fellow mercenaries charged the foe, it was a bloody and terrible battle. Mikhamir glanced around the slaughter and saw Sainim losing a fight against a colossal demon, Mikhamir planted his banner in the ground and picked up a fallen comrade's shield and khopesh and threw himself along with the shield in between the demon's killing blow and Sainim. The shield shattered and the demon's cleaver found itself lodged in Mikhamir's body.
Time stopped, there was what seemed like a tear in the universe and then Mikhamir saw what looked like one of the angels that protected the Mountain of the Archangel walking out of the tear, the difference though was that this 'angel's' skin was pitch black, his wings a pale grey, and a crimson light emanating from his eyes. The 'angel' spoke; "well, now, I can't let you die, I mean sure I am 'evil.' but sacrificing yourself to save someone, now that is the sort of conduct I was supposed to follow." The 'angel' then put his hand where Mikhamir's blood was most plentiful, "I also see that your blood has something not quite unlike mine in it, it just needs something to get it going so that it realizes what it can do. That Dark Elf you saved also has some in her, not quite as much as you, but enough for some benefits."
Mikhamir finally managed to get enough strength to speak, "who are you?" That was all he could get out before the pain from the wound became too great.
"Oh, did I forget to introduce myself?" The 'angel' laughed, "sorry, it is usually the first thing I do, but as I said your blood is quite unique. I am Nemuzkar, or as you might call me the Fallen, sure I went a little crazy trying to control the power, and maybe some cities were torched because of me, but you I can tell that you have managed to keep it tame, only the little voice in the back of your head knew about it, but he only used it when he had to. Now, I am going to help you, not that pesky little voice in the back of your head, realize what you can do."
Nemuzkar put his hand on Mikhamir's shoulder then chanted some sort of prayer in a tongue that sounded ancient and dead. There was a mark on Mikhamir's shoulder where the hand had been, there was a symbol and the flesh was black and there were cracks where the same crimson light that emanated from Nemuzkar's eyes, shone through. Nemuzkar walked through the tear in the universe after doing the same thing to Sainim.
Time resumed and Mikhamir lifted his khopesh and cut off the demon's hand, then as the demon reeled away and tried to get over the shock, Mikhamir moved his hand and lifted the demon off of the ground. Mikhamir's little voice in the back of his head suddenly told him all the things he could do with his newfound power. He drained the life from the demon, then used lightning from his hands to kill a group of demons that had witnessed the whole ordeal. Hours later the battle ended, but the Legion had been annihilated, where once it had been five thousand strong, the current strength was barely one thousand.
The remnants of the once mighty Mercenary Legion returned to the Akiri Council, without the Eye of the Seriknak. The Legion was banished for its failure; after wandering for months the mercenaries settled at the refugee camp of Kagron, there they worked as guards to provide order. Months later the camp was attacked by the Akiri Legion Coalition when the council had learned that the exiled Legion had made its home there.
Mikhamir had seen that it was futile to try to defend Kagron, so he mimicked Nemuzkar and made a tear for the refugees to escape through. Mikhamir took a small group of volunteers to guard the area around the tear, while Mikhamir himself stood atop a building, held his banner high and did what he had done to demons to the Akiri Legionnaires. When Kagron was evacuated Mikhamir made a tear for himself, on the other side though he was shocked to see that it was a different universe, there was a city in the distance that looked as though it was made of pillars of glass and metal, there were also giant metal objects flying through the sky. He told those he had protected one simple lie, "Realm by Realm, we shall not loiter, Sojourn by Sojourn, we shall not falter, Until we return to the All-Father."
"Father!" Ishnal yelled at Mikhamir, waking him from his past, "if you continue to be as slow as you are now, you are going to be the one late not me!" She then flew away, eager for her excursion.
Mikhamir thought to himself about the eons since, the Draneeshki had evolved over the time, appearance wise the Dark Elven heritage has become dominant, and the blood that Nemuzkar talked about was present in everybody in the civilization after these countless eons, that led to new abilities being found constantly and specialty groups being formed, like the Valkyries which Ishnal belonged to.
Mikhamir whispered to himself, so that nobody would overhear, "Nemuzkar, both of us used our powers in two vastly different ways, you destroyed while I strive now to protect my people. There are those who would laugh to see a man granted his powers by a corrupted 'angel' use his might in non-atrocious ways."
Protect the Weak - The Nomad jumps in front of an allied Demigod and directs all damage they take to affect The Nomad's mana, (very short length)
Hold This Ground - The Nomad plants his banner in the ground and goes into melee combat, using khopesh and shield, in melee mode The Nomad has greatly increased defense and greatly decreased attack strength. The Nomad has to stay near the banner. Unselecting it has The Nomad pick up the banner and return to ranged combat.
Drain the Wicked - The Nomad adds life steal to his ranged attacks
Call Forth the Valkyrie - The Nomad summons a Valkyrie, a powerful aerial unit.
Embrace of the Valkyrie - Valkyries provide a small attack and defense bonus and have a slight healing aura.
Your Soul is Mine - Pick up enemy reinforcements and drain their health but convert to mana.
Tear the World - The Nomad teleports to somewhere within a defined radius