Kellasin awoke to a sliver of light entering through the gap in the curtains to his room. The pupils of his platinum eyes dilated as light shone directly in his eyes. Pulling back the silken sheets he stood at the side of his bed and stretched his well-chiseled limbs then crossed to the window and peered out into the silvery-blue artificial light hanging in the air throughout the monumental cavern that he called his home city.
Dug deep under the mountains of the earth his people, the trixites, existed. They dug deep under the mountains of the earth and hewed massive constructs out of the stone. The earth was their home and they had lived beneath the mountains for milenia, since the time of Kellasin's own grandfather. The trixites were beings that did not age as the humans who toiled on the plains above did, his people lived for an average of two thousand cycles, or years, as the humans called them.
Age was not the only thing that differentiated the trixites from the humans. Their appearance was starkly different as well. The thick, translucent skin, massive musculature, and height were foremost amongst these differences. Their skin allowed them to immediately asses physical external and internal damage while the thickness of it acted almost like scales to do its best to prevent damage in the first place. Large, chiseled muscles were common among the people as well, not by genetics, but by intense physical training began at a young age. But more starkly obvious than the skin or well muscled limbs, was the sheer size of trixites. The average height for a young trixite was around seven feet.
Kellasin himself was tall for his people at almost nine feet in height. His jet black hair and platinum eyes were rare amidst the dwellers of the earth. As well, his muscles were more accentuated than those of the majority of his peers, but they were required to be so, for Kellasin was the Madish, or general, of the trixites and master of all the armies beneath the mountains. He was peerless in combat and few were stupid enough to try and take him on, fewer still were lucky or stupid enough to make a second attempt at the Madish.
He took one last glance out over the tops of the buildings of his beloved home then strode to his closet and began to dress himself in a copper-trimmed tunic of moss green when he stopped himself. Today is a good day for a stroll. he thought as he glanced over at his armor. Blacker than a demons soul and monstrous, though simple, in appearance. It gave the impression of those among the Nightmare Court, the royalty among the beings who dwelled in the dark and fed on fear and grief, more commonly known as demons. The two-foot spikes atop the left shoulder were cruel and daunting. But they were less likely to grab ones attention than the helmet and chest plate. His helmet was adorned with a row of spikes that ran from the top of its brow to the base of the skull, where it fitted to the chest piece. The chest plate was simple and cruel looking, it appeared as though molded perfectly to the muscles of its wearer, each line in it perfectly matched to fit into place against the muscles of Kellasin.
As he glanced over his armor, his eyes were inevitably drawn to his sword. Simple, brutal. A masterful blade crafted of magikally hardened obsidian and a mineral known as "the nightmare stone". It was a pure black stone that, when combined with obsidian, created a nearly indestructable metal called shadow steel. Blacker than the dark of a demons eyes. Kellasin was a simple being and preferred simple titles and surroundings. Thus he named his sword Brutality, and his armor Shade. But his enemies gave him a special name. One that struck fear into the hearts of humans, trixites, and the Nightmare Court alike: the Shadow of Death.
Kellasin smirked, thinking how darkly fitting the name was. He began to dress himself in his armor, preparing to go for a walk around the city. Going for walks while wearing his armor was his way of showing the people that the military was ever-present and vigilant, always watching over the people of the city. He considered carrying Brutality across his back as walked but thought better of it. Too many people were already awed by the mere sight of Shade and Brutality would simply overwhelm many onlookers. Placing his helmet on his head he walked out the door of his room and heading out of the modest castle that was his house and onto the streets of the city.
