Anigoli Mat'efi

> *"Do I seem like the sort of person who would kill another so callously? You know me, we're good friends. This is all a misunderstanding, so why don't we move along here and enjoy the rest of our day? We could go to that little tavern a few blocks over, and all of this will take care of itself."*
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> - Anigoli to a recently made friendly guard after being caught murdering a local leader that was propositioning orphaned children in a back alley
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### Relatives

Father: Anigomi Mat'efi (Deceased)Mother: Anilily Mat'efi (Deceased)

## Description

Anigoli is a slender young Caligni, moving with grace that makes up for his weakness. His strongest point is how well toned his relatively small muscles are, being able to move great distances without tiring. He has a habit of never wearing a shirt regardless of the weather, keeping his dark gray flesh and myriad of tattoos on display. His platinum blonde hair grows wildly down to his shoulders, and his silver eyes tend to glare piercingly from beneath his glimmering locks. He usually doesn't have any sort of possessions with him other than a rather intricate looking pair of black and silver laced gloves that he dons when he's about to commit acts of violence.

## Personality

Anigoli is often thought to be heartless and a little dull. The lack of expression on his face while he's beating someone senseless, or being beaten senseless on the occasions when he loses fights, is unnerving to some. In reality, he finds most interactions with people to be boring at best, downright insufferable at worst. Losing his only family to the rich and powerful, then having to survive on the streets as a child, hardened his heart to protect him from the tragedy he faced. This, coupled with his abilities, brought him to the point of considering all people as tools or foes, with no sort of meaningful bond possible when all it lead to was disappointment or betrayal. It was much better to be the one disappointing and betraying.

## History

Anigoli's parents were sacrificed by the House Charthagnion of Cheliax in their constant pursuit of greater diabolical power, believing their devilish masters would appreciate these souls that were once promised to now dead gods. The boy was only eight years old when it happened, and he was forced onto the streets for fear of being kidnapped and made to do slave labor or worse. He made due, surviving through sheer toughness and skill. It was during these rough development years that he first began to manifest his powers.

For an unknown reason, perhaps something tied to the god driven mutations of his ancestors, Ani was able to reach out and touch people's minds as instinctively as others reach out and take ahold of an apple. This was confusing and uncomfortable for him at first, as people living in the lowest dregs of society tended to have rather nasty thoughts. He eventually learned how to move those thoughts in directions more suitable to him. More than that, he learned to draw the power of his own mind outwards into physically manifesting force, accelerating his movements, carrying him over great distances, and allowing him to strike with devastating force. Such natural gifts were extremely useful to a street rat. He made a name for himself in Egorian, the capital of Cheliax, as a brutal fighter and manipulator by the time he was 13.

Naturally, any success by the small and weak was crushed by those in power within that wicked empire, and so he found himself more often than not on the receiving end of the law's iron fist. He was so regularly seen in prison that he came to know all of the guards by name. He didn't care enough about them to want revenge against the small fry, rather, he was far more interested in orchestrating the fall of their superiors, and their superior's superiors. He wanted to see the collapse of the entire noble bloodline that preyed upon the weak and defenseless to build up their own power. He hated them, and he hated the devils that they sold their souls to in exchange for temporal power. He didn't hesitate to kill their servants as he was able, interfere with their plans as he learned of them, and generally make himself a thorn in their side. Of course, he was nowhere near powerful enough to make much of a difference on his own.

It was this constant annoyance, buzzing about in their ears, that eventually got Ani swatted. Hard. It was a day as usual for him, he'd heard rumors of a rather large shipment of sacrifices being discretely shipped to one of their mansion estates. He put little thought to whether he should go after it or not. That fated evening, he was lured into a cruel trap, using his own hatred and pursuit of vengeance to snare him. Ambushed by truly overwhelming numbers, and held in place by several layers of magics that prevented him from using his own abilities, he was brought to the private prison of Charthagnion family, more likely than not to meet his painful demise as yet another offering to appease their tyrannical and otherworldly overlords. Things looked rather grim for the young man, just turned 19.

On the night when the grand blood celebration was to be held, one of his guards had a little too much to drink, and the quiet and skinny Caligni looked just nonthreatening enough. Ani managed to slip out of his magic dampening collar, and swiftly took control of the guard's mind, convincing him to not only open Ani's cage, but every other sacrifice's as well. The guard was rewarded for his heroics with a swift death, certainly better than the wretched nobles would have given him once his betrayal was discovered. Using the other escapees as a distraction, Ani took that chance to finally see his most dire foes faces for the first time, engraving them into his memory. His eyes sparkled in the moonlight across their lavish estate, and he was quite certain they saw him as well. He would return for them. Each and every one of them would be sent screaming into whatever Hell they promised themselves to . . . and then he was gone, leaping over their vaunted walls into the city beyond.

Much to Ani's surprise, word in the streets went around of his deeds and painted him as a daring hero who saved the poor from a gruesome fate. They misconstrued his motives entirely, and likewise glossed over the fact that he did little to actually help the rest of them leave the estate on purpose. The fact that he provided a distraction to their mercenaries by appearing like he was heading straight for their most unholy meeting place to assault the nobles directly was a mere coincidence. He had freed them to spite his enemies, not because he cared about their lives or their souls. Still, he realized that having a reputation as someone that would oppose the entitled upper echelon of their twisted society couldn't hurt his chances of one day getting the opportunity he so desperately sought. He bided his time, plotting and developing his power with a single goal in mind, the complete annihilation of every diabolist noble family in Cheliax.