Seven (Character)

## **History**

### **Prologue**

A long time ago in a land forgotten, a world not so different from Iaddithis was home to a man simply called **7**. What name he was born with, or how he became 7 is lost to even him. He was forged into a warrior, dawned armour and waged war for nations of a forgotten realm. 7 was a man of blood, lived for spilling it and bound to live in it. After some time he was given red armour, forged from glowing ores of the deep, so no matter how bloody he got his figure never changed. After many years of death, carnage and screams the veteran warrior became tired, his soul worn and body withered. 7 left his realm, the only land he had ever known, leaving behind nothing he truly cared for

After walking for many years, boating across oceans, climbing mountains, he once more found signs of civilization. From such a trek the withered warrior wanted somewhere to settle down and rest eternally. 7 walked across this new realm, met the citizens and got a feel for the mood of the different nations. The north where he started had people as cold as the waves. The heartland of the realm was familiar to him, orderly yet withdrawn. The more time 7 spent walking amongst the nations the more angry he got. Perhaps angry isn't the word, you get angry when someone is rude to you, but this, this is something more. 7 left a realm of bloodshed after years of adding to it, left in spite of that place, this new place feeling more and more like the one he departed from. Outraged with a cycle of war and illusions of superiority drawing him in, he fled south, not stopping until he saw no signs of life.

### **The Beginning**

camped out on a beach, nessled up to a fire, lost in memories and nightmares he was approached by a creature he had not seen before. This being, machine or man 7 could not place, had a comforting lack of the emotions he fled from. No arrogance, hostility or manipulation, just a desire to mine and share a moment or 2 with another. "welcome to **Pagonia**" the stranger stated, "you may call me flux". Puzzled yet intrigued by this figure of bolts and plates, 7 decided this place was better than any other to call home. After some time in a small home in this nations capital of Symfora, 7 was ready to find purpose, a life without bloodshed, a life of his own. But what does this mean? What is one to do with a life not indebted to another? This would take adjustment. The machine known as **Ze\_Flux** or simply Flux as it was called, requested that someone grow food for it and its friends in the nation, 7 stepped up. It was unknown what this machine would do with some bread and drink, would it eat? How does that even work? Who knows. Either way this was a purpose no sword or bow would be used in, and as so a job for the newly reformed 7.

### **A place called home**

Home, or so its called, what does that even mean? 7 had always been a force to be used, sent away and left to train when not needed. A tool, a weapon, a means to an end, this is all 7 ever was. The very idea of a home seemed useless, even despised. In these strange lands a home was expected, even pushed appon you. But 7 could not adjust so quickly, perhaps one day he will settle down properly, maybe even sleep, but not soon. For now, this farm would serve as a home, as 7 understood such things. A name for such a place was needed, 7 reflected on what memories still haunted him, or better the few that don't. Of all the towns he burned, villages ravaged, there was one his steel never touched, Woodville, a useless town of no stragetic value. Perfect, the time for strategy is past, so Woodville would work wonders.

### **Strength in Unity**

After some time in reflection, toiling away in the fields, 7 decided it was time to connect with his fellow Pagonians geographically, though it ended up much more. a few days of work and bridges were built, roads dug and tunnels well, tunneled. Beneath the fields and rivers, a railroad was constructed. 7 and Flux working shoulder to, well, I'm not sure if the Flux has shoulders, anyway they worked together to make a rail to Symfora and later even working with the scientist **AlphaPrime** or simply Alpha to connect the rail farther to the industrial hub of **Axiom Mechanica**. Together over many long sleepless nights the trio made fast friends and continued to work in unity to make Pagonia a nation of prosperity and a realm of positivity that even attracted the attention of others in the far away lands. Before long 7 welcomed others to share this experience with, welcoming Bronze and Sasha to live alongside him in this venture for unity. Life was simple, Life was good.

**The Suit**

7 is a human, no different from any other but his armour isn't your everyday iron. You see to the physiology of 7 himself is unimportant, his armour is what makes everything weird. You see 7 was only ever meant to be a warrior, a butcher on command, a sword to be used by nations. The armour is not just worn, its bound to his very flesh, seared on in the forges of flame and molten redstone. This was done while 7 was still conscious as to never forget what he is, a weapon. The pain of this never went away, to do so would make him fear pain once more, no he would become immune through not knowing life without it. The suit however had strange properties not fully understood by even himself. It prolonged his life, that much was clear, so that the sword he was would never dull. But also gave him a sort of immortality, as even when struck down, the armour returned him to his feet once more, if a little slowly. The suit itself was powerful and sometimes when all is quiet, 7 can almost hear it speak to him, as if it's an entity of its own. What this bodes for his future is uncertain, but it's a burden that he keeps to himself, lest others may fear that he wont always be himself, for he is his armour, and if his armour is something else so too is 7

## **Distractions and Facades**

Over the next few months of Woodville's existance it started transforming into a trade hub of the south. Markets were opened up not only by 7 but also by some of the new residents. First **Bronze** opened a tavern on the main street, selling various alcohols whilst also providing a hangout spot for visitors and residents. Then **Sasha** came to town, an intraverted fellow who mainly kept to his home across from the inn. Ominous rumors of lab experiments on live prisoners started swirling and even talk of experimental technologies that failed to provide any real function. Truley Woodville became a place of story and community, which was perfect for masking the dark secrets that literally hid beneath the surface. Another odd fellow arrived by the name of **FierceGorilla** who mainly spent his time outside the walls, chopping trees and hauling the lumber back to sell in the market. 7 had strengthened the world around him but often the helping hand wasn't even him.

### **Project Monolyth**

Under the surface 7 rarely went, he chose to be a farmer, so his place was in the fields and he liked it there. The surface however was increasingly devoid of 7, as he started loosing himself to the suit. He would black out suddenly and awake to find himself lying in the field, thinking himself tired he would rest or sleep but to no avail. Sometime went past and 7 started to hear it, **the Suit** had grown too powerful, tugging at Seven's very consciousness, drawing him to the deep, to **The Monolyth**. Finally an answer to the strange blackouts, 7 had been digging out some kind of massive stone structure buried deep below Woodville. This development boded ill for Pagonia as a whole, and drew up some interesting questions as to what had come to pass. Did 7 choose to set up Woodville on this island? Or did the Suit feel the draw of this hidden power and choose for 7? Worrying questions, whatever the answer. Either way 7 has been powerless lately in haulting this excevation, anytime he tried he simply blacked out and awoke after hours of digging. it was around this time he was dubbed **SeldomSeven** in referance to the fact he wasn't himself very often and more times than not, the Suit was running the show, the Suit and that damn Monolyth.

### **The Collapse**

The town of Woodville is changed forever, for better or worse. The Monolyth has shown its face today by causing a landslide into the great chasm below, taking most of the town with it. This once bustling and friendly market, welcoming to foreigners and Freeholders alike, now half gone and half clinging to what ground it can hang on to. Where is 7? The great soldier to fend off any foe can't even fend off himself. Is 7 really the fabled bringer of change? Is the suit all that people know? Puzzling and troubling this.

The real collapse was not of the physical realm, but of the heart. Great conflict swept through 7 like the north winds off the Azure, tearing from him his intent and peace of mind, leaving 7 empty and confused. What hope is there in a life of peace and friendship if such a desire is replaced by the will of The Suit? 7 must find a way to connect with his exterior self and reach an agreement to live the same life, instead of this scrambled one. 7 was welcomed into Woodville, his farms were appreciated and supported, the work of The Suit was not and bodes ill for the Freeholders of other cities should they come to realize the state of their armoured friend.

## **Deals and Deities**

For The Suit life without conflict and change was a life not fit for such an entity, For Seven, it was all he ever knew. Perhaps the farm life was a phase, a change of scenery to remind ones self what matters, and what pleases the mood. No further though, A deal had been struck between 7 and his counterpart, to bring chaos and strength back to this world the duo would throw their lot in with the State religion of Pagonia, **The Divinity Of The Forge** or more specifically, **Ziatora, Dragon god of change and conflict**. This would indeed be a worthy diety to fit the needs of these 2 fellows, and so a faithful disciple of the Dragon was born, and with this birth, the death of an internal confict. Peace, in lack there of.

This Ziatora seems to of taken a liking to 7 and his personality, an image of the god himself, a persona in which the dragon strives to embody. Conflict and war, yet a constant respect for that which falls. Accepting that, that which is must fall eventually, yet holding no hatred for that which shall. 7 is not evil, yet is a force of nature with a clear intent, much like Ziatora and in turn, 7 is the perfect example of the will of the Dragon. Hence from that day forward, 7 has been known as **DragonGuard** the protector of the God of Change, right hand of the left hand path, example of the properties Ziatora deems fitting for such a ball of rock **Zlata** conjured up.

## **Ascension**

As 7 built the town of Monolyth, finding new friends, expanding his circles and helping the Freeholds, He found attention 7 did not expect. The **Council of Winter,** the ruling body of Pagonia, opted for change in the government structure and wanted new councilmen to better represent its people. Vying for better influence for the dragon and more abilities to help his people, 7 Decided to step up and take the seat of **Freedom party** councilmen from the previous holder Bronze.

As councilmen, 7 worked to fill the needs of the people of Pagonia, providing food and supplies to its people, supporting the renovations to the capital and even trying his hand in diplomacy, though 7 learned quickly he had no skill for such matters. 7 took pride in his role, the background supporter of his nation, the one who got things done without the attention or fame others craved. To live the quiet life whilst still providing for a great number of people.

But was it enough? Anyone could do what 7 has, as this became clear to him. Anyone could grow crops, mine stone, build railroads even. Manipulate the whims of the gods however, that is something 7 has a unique hand in changing. And so 7 contacted the dragon god of change to prevent just that, change, from taking hold of Pagonia.

## **The Price**

One thing was clear, when dealing with a deity, no material goods or diplomatic favor mattered. 7 would have to find another way to appease a god, something symbolic perhaps. climbed the Monolythto its crystal overlook and prayed to the divine smiths for an audience, eyes closed, breath bated, heart calm. When he opened his eyes, he was not atop the crystal. Walls on fire, soldiers running spears and swords into the hearts of others. Catapults lobbing balls of fire into fortresses and towers unending. A battlefield like those 7 was raised around. Though even with all the death, destruction and carnage, 7 could almost close his eyes and rest, as though he was at home, at peace amongst it all.

Then in a flash the walls crumbled, soldiers incinerated and weapons of war melt into the charred soil, from the sky a great beast, tipped wings and black as the night after a thunderstorm, he descends, Ziatora. 7 drops to his belly, kisses the dirt, humbled by the presence of the divine and bows his head in servitude. "**you lay on the seeds of my existence, dragonguard. Rise and gaze into the eyes of your lord, Seven"** The dragon speaks and the sky tremors, as if shooken by the echos of his words. 7 obeys, risen to his feet he, the sword that fells kingdoms as he would a rabbit in the woods, stares into the glowing red eyes and trembles in anxiety of the power this god carries. All his life 7 has been an immortal being, almost cursed in the fact he could never die, now standing at the feet of one who could end his life if 7 said anything wrong, or not saying anything at all. **"The Smiths know that which you seek. You wish to for that which falls unto all things, to descend elsewhere from your land. Such things are not permitted in a realm of my purview. Yet I know your heart, and even the heart of your *other*. You act not for ones self, but for ones friends, and those yet to come. The Smiths find this to be an admirable pursuit, but such selflessness, must be proven. There is always a price."** Ziatora explained his desires, his design and his price. Less so as an offer as it was a heads up, for the dragon knew 7 would not go to such lengths just to back down, and he held fast that his whims would not be questioned by another. The price was high, but never too high for what it bought in turn.