Fulcan

### Appearance

Fulcan is a well-built and somewhat scrappy looking fellow appearing about 30 years and over six feet tall. Some might recognize this individual by the striking crimson of his hair, extended to his eyebrows and a small grove of facial hair across his visage, or from his dimly glowing eyes with cross shaped pupils. He is known for wearing a long black duster and well worn boots, with shirts of various styles and colors, preferring blues and greens. On his back, a decrepit but satisfactory leather rucksack filled to the brim with some bedding, a canteen, among other camping and survival amenities. He carries has a simple and narrow sword, razor sharp and about 4 feet in length, on a clasp attached to his coat. At his will, pending the laws of the realm, he's able to release two bright RED wings from his back, and further, under certain conditions, all six. If someone were to pay close enough attention, they might notice a few stray gray hairs and feathers amidst his beard and down, respectively.

## History

### Birth to Adolesence

Fulcan Ryst was conceived from the mind of his father, the God-King Vetsuvican Ryst, of the Throne World Vrakash, and brought into being from the body of his mother, Lune, a noble of the House Tasalon. Born to be the conquering scion of Vetsuvican, Fulcan, known by his first name of Alastor (full name Alastor Fulcan Ryst), was raised in a brutal environment to raze worlds outside of their own, to expand the borders of Vrakash, a world born in Void, of Void, in the mind of the God for which it was named.

Alastor was subjected to training and experimentation that broke down and split his very soul into two halves, one that could cope with the incredible trauma and despair inflicted upon it in the name of creating a living weapon, and one that would inherit the gentle nature of his mother, a woman offered to the God-King to bear his wicked children. Alastor was joined by Fulcan, who chose to identify by their more violent name.

Though the one soul had split in two, they inhabited one body and shared their time, for as long as that fragile balance would last. Alastor, given strength by the loving presence of his mother, held his own until she was executed for "conspiracies against the throne," but in reality, Vetsuvican had her killed out of fear that she would soften too much his champion son. This event would give Fulcan the edge he needed to assume full, permanent control of their body, though Alastor would linger in the recess of Fulcan's mind, the closest thing he would ever have to a conscience in his youth.

At his adolescence, 14 years after his birth, Fulcan was ripe with the powers of Light and Darkness that meet at the crux of the Void. He would have full reign over the magic and ethereal forces of his World, and nature, and set out on his first conquest in the name of his father. Accompanied only by his older, and equally wicked sister, Xilix Vencer Ryst, he lay waste to a plane adjacent to their own, bringing its people, a mostly peaceful race of halfling-like humanoids to near extinction, the mercy of Alastor's lingering will being their only salvation.

When he returned, he was met with scorn for having spared so many as one hundred of the timid people, and was sentenced to torture and "re-education" at the hands of his father's Court Wizards. During this long and painful process, Fulcan all but extinguished Alastor from his soul, quieting his voice for many years to come. When Fulcan was released from his torment, he was changed, and even viler than before. This was when he forged the Dawnblade.

### The Dawnblade and the Reaping of Vrakash

Originally, the people of Vrakash were a race of beings who could harnass the nature of the space in the Void to manifest their desires. As time went on, this power was consolidated amongst the most powerful few of the race, who would form the greatest Houses of the realm. Vetsuvican, of the House Ryst, was imbued with overwhelming willpower and conquered the other remaining Houses of Lords, taking their own power for his own, and becoming the first, and only God-King of Vrakash. He used this power to imagine a world wherein he was invincible, unstoppable, and omnipotent, and it was so. Throughout his reign, none could even step forth to challenge him, but he realized that he was bound to this realm for as long as he carried this weight. When he bestowed the same power upon Fulcan, he had to reduce his own, but in return, he would be able to leave for his conquered planes, and likewise send Fulcan to conquer them while Vetsuvican remained to rule. This arrogance would prove to be his downfall.

Fulcan, now free of Alastor's influence, began to conspire against his father and punisher. In secret, Fulcan began to use the power given to him by his father to create a weapon of terrible might that would be able to sunder his creator. After countless tries to bind his own powers into a physical form, he finally gazed upon the scythe that would harvest his vengeance: the infamous Dawnblade. A blade of black and white metal, laid in with a single opulent purple gemstone, met at the base of the blade with an ornate angel and demon wing serving as the crossguard, the Dawnblade was the apex of Fulcan's power, bringing Light, Darkness, and the Void together in one deadly form. The night he held this blade in his hand for the first time was the last night many Vrakashans drew breath.

In secret, one gruesome murder at a time, Fulcan tore through the city, cutting down man, woman, and child, drawing their very essence into this wicked weapon. Though Vetsuvican had claimed most of the power in the realm for his own, he had given enough to Fulcan, in addition the very essence a Vrakashan needs to exist, that after Fulcan had carved his way through the entire population of the Throne-City, he had more than enough power of his own to challenge the God-King.

On that night, Fulcan had slain his teachers and servants alike on his conquest through the Royal Palace, until he finally came face to face with his mother, previously thought dead. Despite this revelation, Fulcan would not hesistate, but one last, muted cry from Alastor would stay his blade for just a moment before she too was assimilated by the new Angel of Death. With not a glassy eye of mourning, Fulcan went to finish what he set off to do.

As the doors to his father's chambers threw open, the pressure in the room rose as a wicked light cast from Fulcan's form, as his father's shadow twisted sickly behind him, Vetsuvican's form rising from his bed to bring him face to face with his own end. Fulcan spared no time on cutting words, and thrust the Dawnblade into his father's chest, extinguishing the greatest evil the realm had known, only to replace it with an even greater one.

Before he lay down to rest, he stood atop the pinnacle looking outward at the silent world he was born into. He slept in his own chambers that night for the last time, and the next morning, carving a tear in space itself with the Dawnblade, he left Vrakash, becoming the Voidwalker.