Victor Hood

 CHAPTER 1a: A New 'Wolf' is born
 CHAPTER 1b: His parents love and demise: Part 1
 CHAPTER 1c: His parents love and demise: Part 2
 CHAPTER 2: A New Person
 CHAPTER 3: Steps Towards Revenge
 CHAPTER 4: Emerald Embers(Two years later)
 CHAPTER 5: Redemption from a Thunder God

CHAPTER 1a: A New 'Wolf' is born

Victor Hood was born on October 13th, during a full moon no less, To Vincent and Thalia Hood and was immediately baptised into clan hood at his young age. Red Haired and Green eyed Victor, often described as 'Strong and Smart' by his parents and fellow clansman, was introduced into training at the young and tender age of 4 in which he obtained a remarkable talent at archery by the age of 16. Hour after Hour of training with his father also gave him a vast knowledge of martial arts and martial arts weapons inluding katars,staffs and others. By the mature age of 17 he was given a seal clad in gold with a bright,shining image meant to resemble Fenrir, A Fearsome Wolf in Norse Mythology, Son of Loki and murderer. The seal passed down by each chosen clansman through either death,will or banishmeant,given to all chosen boys at 17, was bestowed upon Victor for his " Amazing Skill and Courage" as so proudly was stated by his Father,Vincent,during their festival meant to bestow such an honor to any worthy young man and honor their mythological beast Fenrir. Proudly Victor with the clans symbol reflecting his green eyes,accepted this highly presticious honor. Gleaming and yet with a heavy, aching heart he stated " I have trained my whole life for this seal, My only regret is that my mother and father are not alive to see this moment"

CHAPTER 1b: His parents love and demise: Part 1

Victor's Mother Thalia worked as the clan's doctor. She had an astute knowledge of alchemy and herbal medicine and remedies in which she passed down to Victor. Countering that, His Father was one of the most respected and feared warriors of the clan,known all around the land as the "DeiWolfs", He commanded the various battlefields in which he and his comrades fought with a vicious and swift fist. But his fathers commanding presense could not repair their crumbling relationship with thier neighboring irish faction headed by thier leader ClaidMor. The two clans, seperated by many many miles, had a very shaky trade relationship. Vincent's clan would make goods such has whiskey, gold armor and many other jewels in return for Orin, a valuable substance in which was scarce in The Deiwolfs staked territory, which was what thier livelyhoods depended on to drive thier fragile economy and which was why Claidmor's Clan was so much richer. The date was a rainy and stormy day in december. Both clans had traveled afar, over a 3 day period, nearly 2000 miles to meet for an attempted re-neogotiation of the trade agreement. Vincent,co-sided by his second lietanent Oli Greenberger, surveyed the landscape. "Sir I see them." Oli stated while looking as well. " Ah Good they actually showed this time" Vincent replied, casually stroking his bright red beard " Get the cavalry up to that cliff and tell them to get thier bows and arrows prepared. Oli responded "Sir I Dont think-- To which Vincent interupted " Trust Me Oli, This has to be done in a one on one manner. Its not going to help anyone if my men and his men are gritting teeth at each other.". "Understood Vince, I hope for our sake your right."oli said. he then turned to his troops and shouted "MEN, YOU HEARD HIM, MOVE UP TO THE CLIFFS!". Vincent then glanced down to the approaching ClaidMor and preceded as well until they met in the middle. Staring intensely at each other, Claidmor said " Im elated you could make it Vincent Hood of Hood Manor" he then proceeded to put the intended new trade parchment on a stone tablet rooted in the middle. He then said in a sarcastic tone " Are you familiar with the law of all clans?" "Watch your Tongue ClaidMor!I know the laws in which i studied" Vincent said in a sharp tone. ClaidMor scoffed " Then you'll remember well, that any breach of our trade agreement will have to be remedied by an additonal charge. "Charge? Your demands outlive our means of production." Vincent responded as he grabbed the parchment and ripped it up as he continued to say" My People cannot produce your so called needed garbage. Our economy is in shambles and we have been drained dry." Tensions were at a all time high understandably so,their relationship had deterriated and was at the point of no return. " Well since you have no intention of agreeing or obeying the laws. I see no other alternative then to cut you down right now. At this point they had both had their hands on the hilts of of their respective swords. There was no chance of going back now. "JUST TRY IT, SCUM" Vincent boomed has they both unsheathed thier swords. Both Vincent's and Claidmor's men had drew and prepared their bow and arrow to cut down the opposing clan leader. The dark and stormy weather seemed to match the current situation incredibly well, as if the gods knew of the potienal deaths that might take place. "So what the bloody hell are we waiting for" Vincent said. Oli eyes shifted nervously "There is too many of them. We're hoplessly outnumbered, we have no goddam chance of surviving this mess.he then glanced at the cavalry "Men lower your weapons,NOW!". He then shouted to Vincent " SIR WE CANNOT FIGHT THEM! WE HAVE TO RETREAT." Vincent was hesitant to do so but he knew Oli was right. "Okay, there is no need to be hasty. Both of us are in a shitty position. No matter what may happen to our men WE will BOTH die regardless of which side is victorius." ClaidMor,with a bead of sweat forming on his brow at his impending doom, put away his sword. "This is far from over Hood. You better be looking behind your shoulders at all times." "MEN MOVE OUT!" And with a flash of lightning, Claidmor had dissapeared, it seemed, in an instant. As Oli walked up to Vincent's side, Vincent said " Everything has gone straight to hell. I just put my men and you in danger. Now we are stuck with no agreement." To which Oli< putting his hand on Vincent replied " It was bound to happen Sir. Even Fenrir himself couldnt have saved this broken relationship. "But how are we going to survive? No orin means no food,clothes, no basic ammenadies" Vincent said in a slightly louder, rushed tone of voice. " ClaidMor is a greedy power hungry rich fool. He will get whats coming to him eventually. It will be tough for a few months but we can look for more orin rich areas. We should get to trekkin home now. Vincent smiled " Yes thats a good idea. its Victor's 17th birthday in a couple of days. He will be elated at the festivities. Okay men Lets go home."

CHAPTER 1c: His parents love and demise: Part 2

It was a sunny day in the elitist town of Briadshard, and in the highest tower in the center of the populated city, Claidmor stood on the balcony staring down at the cityy when a soilder with three cloaked figures entered the hall. The soilder saluted while he said "SIR, The elders have arrived." Cladmoir turned " AW yes thank you. My wise and distinguished guests please take a seat. We have very urgent business to discuss. Each Elder walked in a straight line towards a seemingly comfortable couch as Cladmior walked to and behind a marble counter to conjure up some drinks. He then looked up at the elders, " The Elders of Elitism, Greed, and Segregation. My distinguished Guests, An urgent affair as just arose concerning the Deiwolfs!." he continued but was interrupted by one of the elders. The Elder of Greed who was a tad taller then the other's spoke " We are fully aware of the state of the trade agreement." The Elder of elitism began to speak " The shabby Deiwolfs are now unable to adhere to the agreement." Then, as if in a pattern the last elder, The Elder of segregation, spoke in a hoarse voice." If its fully certain that they are inconsolable and cannot fulfill their end of the agreement then certain measures must be taken to ensure our stable future." ClaidMoir took a sip of the spiced rum he was preparing and spoke curiously " What measures have the elders proposed?" " We feel its time for a statement to be made to all the neighboring clans and regions. To all who dare oppose us. The Punishment will be swift and utter annihilation."said the elder of greed. Claidmor eyes widened and he said elated " Such a Big and Huge Resort it is. We have at least 100 reserve soldiers in waiting. "THEN ITS SETTLED!" the elder of green boomed with delight " You are to conjure up those troops as well as the main ranks to storm to Deiwolfs territory and carry out our proposal, and you are to leave none alive,understood? "Just what i want to hear wise ones" Claidmor said happily " Consider your wishes done! We will leave as soon as the sun is at its lowest tonight." And that was that, the set of events that would shape Victor's whole future was set into motion, his revenge,his redemption, his future life as a superhero, and his new family. It grew dark and still as drums began to sound and torches were lit. A long ivory table was evident with a fantastic array of food and at the head of the table sat 17 year old Victor in a fancy over sized chair clad in jewels in which funnily enough made Vic look even smaller than he actually was and as he sat gleaming at all the food,his parents sat to his side enjoying the festivities as well. Now, normally Vincent sat in the decorative chair at the head, but this was Victors birthday and also he was to be presented with the the gold seal of Fenrir as well that belonged at that time to his father and by allowing Vic to sit at the head he was, without saying it, passing the torch to Victor. Vincent tore into a turkey leg as Oli walked towards him. "AW what a great great celebration this is my friend!" Oli said as he put his hand on Vincent's shoulder to which Vincent replied " A great celebration indeed for my strong young son! how are you enjoying your food Vic?" "Its really good..." Victor said even though his speech was slurred for he was eating while talking. "Such a hearty feast for a hearty lad." Oli said while laughing hard. Everyone was enjoying the circus like atmosphere full of music, dancing, fire breathers and drums. Meanwhile at the northern point at a lookout point stationed about several feet from the festivities a Guard was stationed as lookout. He suddenly noticed a huge mass of spears with silver blades at the tip. He looked through a brass telescope in which the mass was revealed to be soldiers with the Briadshard symbol on there armor. The soldier immediately sounded a horn loud enough to warn everyone despite the loud goings on. Victor and his father noticed the horn,thanks to there acute sense of hearing, a second before the other patrons, a second that seemed to make all the difference in the world. Flame Arrows began appearing as if out of thin air from all around them. They we're flanked. As the arrows pierced through the tent, many were hit. "THALIA GET VIC TO SAFETY!" Vincent shouted loudly as the clansmen began to get there wits about and as Oli grabbed his and Vincent's sword in which he handed to Vincent. Thalia grabbed Victors arm in a rushed manor and yanked him from the chair. Victor was only able to get one word out before he was pulled away "DADDY!" he screamed at the top of his little lungs. Daddy was the last words he ever spoke to his father. As Vincent and the Deiwolfs fought the forces of Briadshard,Thalia, in a panic, dragged Vic away from the chaos. Victor was barely able to keep up with his mothers pace. They ran until they came to a small den like cave. Victor was rushed into it by Thalia. He screamed to her "MOMMY WHERE'S DADDY?" as she turned her head a moment to look back at the burning tent. She didn't answer though,as she turned her head back to Vic with tears in her eyes. " Victor, You need to stay in here no matter what. Do you understand?" "Mommy i don't wanna" Victor replied pleadingly. "Victor you need to promise me that you'll stay in here." but Victor was insistent " Mother I want to fight!" to which Thalia sharply said "No!" she then took out a potion and released the gas into Vic's face. The potion was a powerful and potent knock out potion rendering complete unconciusness. Victor fell back against the back wall of the den,still looking at his mom with droopy eyes he managed to say "Mommy". Thalia then said her last words to her son with tears still in her eyes "Victor I love you so much. Remember you're so strong, Be a good person and always help those who cannot help themselves. I love you,always and forever." Victor then succumbed to the knock out agent. Thalia then said "I love you my son." She then closed the den door and left Victor in a temporary coma.

Chapter 2: A New Person

During his coma, Victor had a dream, or a flashback rather, of him and his father on top of a mountaintop staring at a crimson sunset. After a particularly intense training session. He also dreamed what his father had said to him but he, for some odd reason, could only remember fragments of the conversations. Them being, leaving him as a phantom to lead and watch over him through life. His flashback then faded to black. He then saw a hooded figure with red eyes smiling at him semi-warmly. "Who are you?" Victor said to the figure but the figure did not respond it starting moving backwards and grew smaller and smaller until Vic could see him no longer. And everything then seemed quiet until........ some water seemed to slip through the cracks of the den falling onto Victor's face immediately waking him up. Delirious, Victor yelled for his mother and father but then remembered last nights events and noticed the sunshine gleaming through the damaged den door. He progressed towards the door and was able to break it down. He stepped outside into a different world. He went down to the site of the festival. Blood was everywhere. Ash was everywhere. Broken weapons were everywhere. Bodies were everywhere. It was a massacre. He followed an eerie trail of this until he came across two bodies that were noticeably different from the others. The bodies were those of his parents. Victor ran up his parents with tears in eyes. He crumbled to there side and took his mothers limp hand. He sat there sobbing until he heard some moaning near him. It was a Briadshard soldier. Victor and his eyes met. Victor then grew numb. He stood up his mind was completely absent of any rational thinking. He then grabbed the nearest unbroken spear and walked towards the soldier who was to injured to escape. Victor then set his foot viciously on the soldier's chest. Victor raised the spear and screamed " WHO DID THIS TO MY PARENTS?!?!?!" before the soldier could answer, Victor noticed the symbol on the soldiers armor. "You're.....You're from Briadshard. Your the ones we had the trade agreement with." Victor's pupils became dilated at this point. "Who is your clan's leader?" Victor asked. When the soldier didn't answer,Victor then aimed the tip of the spear towards the soldiers throat "Pl...Please don't kill me" he pleaded. "I want a name or i swear to god" Victor said while gritting his teeth. "Okay,Okay His name is Claidmor. He lives to the west of here." said the soldier. "Thanks for the information. I hope its a cool day in Hell."he raised the spear but before he could unleash vengeance the soldier yelled "WAIT please you cant kill me, your just a kid." Victor then said something that indeed confirmed his changing into a different person " I am not a kid anymore I'm now a killer." he said and swiftly brought down the spear with such force that the birds surrounding the area flew off in terror."

It was done. Victor had killed a person. He raised his head to the sky and with is eyes closed felt the wind blow through his hair. Then a sparkle caught Victors eye. It was in his fathers hand, he then went to him and took his fathers hand and unveiled the object. It was the clans seal that was meant to be presented to Victor. It was soaked in blood. Victor wiped it with some cloth and put it in his pocket. He had some work to do.

Chapter 3: Steps Towards Revenge

Victor had the unbearable task of burying all the casualties that were killed including his parents. He wouldn't let the Buzzards have a fill after all. After all the burials were complete he then proceeded to fabricate,with his astute alchemy and necromancy skills, weapons that included a green metallic bow and arrow set, a small katana, potion bombs, and a small pouch bag that could endlessly generate throwing daggers. Victor also did a spell that magically clad his body in tattoos. Tattoos of dragon's and Celtic crosses. He also fabricated a new set of armor. After disposing of his festival attire. He wore his new green and black attire. He was no longer Victor Hood, He would for a long while refer to himself as "The Celtic Dragon". Vic the said his goodbyes to his parents his clansmen and his homeland and set out on his quest.

Chapter 4: Emerald Embers(Two years later)

Victor had grown older on the road, traveling to Briadshard. He spent his 18th and 19th birthdays alone grasping his seal while walking taking very little room to rest until he finally reaches a gray and lifeless stone fortress with a wooden lowering bridge with a sign that said "Briadshard." He had arrived. Vic entered into the busy city and surveyed the surrounding looking for a building that might belong to Claidmor. He then noticed the tallest fortress in the enclosed city. Immediately he knew who it belonged to. But when your leader of the richest clan in the region one doesn't exactly find it necessary to keep it subtle. Victor set a plan into motion in a very short time while studying the building. He would wait until dark. One hour turned in two until it was 7:00. Victor made his move he scaled the wall with fabricated equipment and entered through the paynless window into a huge room with a crimson carpet and a fireplace. "Seems to be the study" he said quietly. He then proceeded up to Claidmor's room sneaking by his guards with amusing ease. Like a shadow he entered the room, Claidmor was asleep unaware of his assassin. Victor walked over to him and stood on his bed and crouched above Cladmior with his katana drawn. It took about a minute for Claidmor to sense Victor over him but before he could even think to open his eyes. Victor thrust the katana into Claidmors chest. His eyes were open now. With every breath Claidmor tried immensely hard not to scream. He was gritting his teeth so hard that they were cracking. As his face wretched in pain Victor spoke "Claidmor of Braidshard.............Look at me. Look at my face. Look into my eyes." He then raised his voice slightly " Gaze..into..my.. dead..soul" Claidmors eyes became bloodshot do to his the immensely wretched face. Victor then began smirking sickly " Like what you see? Who do I look like?" Vince no longer whispered " DO I LOOK LIKE THE SON OF VINCENT AND THALIA HOOD WHO YOU MURDERED IN COLD BLOOD? He then viciously released the katana from the bloodied chest releasing huge amounts of blood everywhere.First screams...then silence filled the room. Victor sat back with blood on his face looking up to the ceiling. He then turned his head to the commotion out in the hall. The door swung open revealing three guards who gasped at the shocking site. Victor looked at the stunned guards and as soon as one of them went to unsheath his sword Victor bolted out onto to balcony and jumped off falling about 100 feet from the fortress into a mystical teleporting circle he had cast for a quick escape which was undetectable to the untrained eye. He crashed in the circle and re-emerged out the other end a few feet a away from the panicked city who could incredibly enough hear claidmor's screams. Victor had killed another man but this time he was filled with pleasure. He Trekked home in order to rebuild his life. But he would not get there.

Chapter 5: Redemption from a Thunder God

The next day which was a sunny friday. Victor walked swiftly home gazing around ate nature that surrounded him. Nature that used to give him such joy and such moments of happiness. But that changed,although he did enjoy his nature watching, None of it could bring the most important people back into his life, his parents. He walked a little more and then started to question his purpose. His parents and his clansmen's death had been avenged. Claidmor was dead. Now what? As he began to ponder that he came across a old bearded figure with a wooden flute. As he came across the old man he began to play celtic tune that was very familiar to Victor. It was a lullaby that his mother would sing to him as a baby. Suddenly the old man spoke " Greetings wary traveler, fine day is it not?" he then laughed hysterically. Victor who grew into a very hard person also grew into a suspicious one. "Where have you heard that song old man?" "Ha old man? Kids these days! No respect for their elders." the old man said. Vic's patience was wearing thin " I asked you a question. Where have you heard that song?" "Heard? This song is common knowledge my boy." the old man replied as he began to twirl his staff like a baton. "Really?" Victor said with a look of pure amazement of how bad of a liar the old man was" Well old man, that's funny seeing as how my late mother used to sing that song to me being that she wrote it." While saying that Victor drew his katana. "NOW TELL ME THE TRUTH" as he pointed the sword towards and very near in front of the old man. " I've killed two people in my life and I have no problem killing you." "Really?" the old man then shot back " I've killed thousands if not hundreds of thousands of people. And if your going to point a laughably crafted sword like that at me you better cut me with it." with that sentence the demeanor of the old man changed and the toothy grin of his disappeared. " You'll regret saying that old man." Victor said as he swung his sword powerfully but before Vic eyes could keep up with his sword the old man swiftly caught it. Stunned Vic couldn't react quick enough to counter. Then suddenly storm clouds gathered and blocked out the sun. Thunder then crashed down and struck the old man directly. The force of the strike sent Victor flying back and in a daze he regained himself. He sat up and focused his eyes on the old man but what he saw was no longer the frail looking old man but a muscular man shrouded in a blue aura, the man seemed to have electricity crackle off of his body. He had a impressive looking sword stowed to his side like a samurai and a blackish,grey straw hat straddled to his back. He had blonde spiky hair and piercing red eyes. "Those eyes!" Victor immediately flash backed to the dream he had two years ago. The man was the same cloaked figure from Victors dream. "You! Its you! The same man from my dream!" " I have been watching you for a long time Victor Hood of Hood Manor" the man said " I'm very disappointed in what you have become." "Like I've said before I've destroyed and killed many people so this earth can keep on living and so snot nosed brats like you could still live on." Victor got up from the ground and asked "Who are you?" The man replied " My name is Wolfang the thunder god." Victors mouth dropped " Your the thunder god Wolfang? Weren't you a myth?" Wolfang scoffed as Victor continued " Your the 20 time winner of the World Martial Arts Tournament? You're one of the few nearly extinct Saiyans on earth?" "Smarter than you look Victor. And actually I've won the tournament about 50 times but who's counting." Wolfang then walked towards Victor " We have a problem here Victor, You have blood on your hands. That blood will consume you until your nothing of what resembled your parents. So here is what is going to happen. Me and some other distinguished allies of mine are putting a team of young fledglings like yourself to watch over the city of Sareen Coast. Your team will fight the battles that me and my allies cannot. So here is the choice I present to you" Wolfang created two energy spheres from his hands, one blue and one red. " If you decide to choose the red sphere I will disappear and you will be able to continue on home or you can choose the blue sphere and you will be transported by the speed of lightning to your new base in the coastline. Your new hopeful teammates will be waiting. So which is it Victor? Bloodshed or Redemption?