Short History:
Seisal's early life soely consisted of spiritual, and physical training. Perfecting himself into that of a superior swordsman, a master of the blade in body, mind, and soul. He persisted in this training until he reached the age of 23, it was in this year of his life, he realized his mastery would never be perfected, that his control of his blades, his mind, and his body, would never be what he desired them to be. So Seisal embarked on a journey, a desperate hunt for a means to finalize his control. And he found it, in an far isolated temple in the east, he had turned 24, by now. Seisal then spent the better part of two years, earning the trust and respect of a collective of ancient monks. Until the day they agreed to grant to him their art of immortality, their art of attaining perpetual control over ones spirit itself, and thus being able to bring oneself back, and perpetually exist. The monks used it for spiritual study, but Seisal had far worse intentions for it. He had mastered it by the age of 27, and had taken it to violent uses the Monks would never approve, but never knew of. Then, to solidify that none would learn the secret of his perpetuity, Seisal slew each of the monks, and entrapped their souls into the prayer beads around his neck, forevermore.
"Fight me. Fight me, and die, so that I may better perfect my art."
Arbitrage L ~Fancy Signature Pending~
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A taste of my steel is beyond sufficient for your last meal.
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