User:Blade bane/Anro 'Cinatee

=Early Life= My name is Anro 'Cinatee. I was born in 2515 in one of the less appealing areas of Sanghelios. My father left much to be desired, and I never knew my mother. My father was always getting into fights with the other Sangheili, and it was in one of these fights that he managed to get himself killed. Luckily I was to come of age two days later, and I instantly shipped out to the fighting academy. I was pretty messed up at the time, and when I got there I didn't do the amount of socializing that was generally expected from the newbies. While everyone would talk to each other in their dorms, I would simply stay on my bed, thinking about all of my mistakes and my deeds, my successes and my failures, and most of all, my past. During meal times, I would stay at the same table every day, never the centre of attention, always just blending in with the background. On the rare occasions that I would be asked questions, I would simply answer them in a way that wouldn't bring more questions down on me. The nights were always the worst. I would stay up all night, wondering about what would have happened if my father had never died. When I slept, I would be tormented by the same vision, the vision where that Sangheili messenger came to me while I was hunting, and telling me the news about his death. I would often surprise myself when I realized I did not care about my father's death, no matter how many times I realized it. He had never cared about me enough for me to form any long term bonds with him, and if he hadn't of died then I would most likely have stayed in our run down little district, where thanks to my fathers constant "acts" I would have had to go to sleep at night knowing that there was a good chance the second I did, I would get my throat slit open. No, despite me not having a perfect life where I was now, at least I could sleep safely at night.

My time at the academy passed with antagonizing slowness, slowed down even further by an annoying Elite known as Galo 'Rejodee. Galo seemed to want nothing more than to make my life as miserable as possible. One of the major rules at the academy was that we were forbidden from fighting each other. Our strength would develop considerably during our training, and as such we could easily kill each other with out meaning to. If we ever did that, we would be exiled from all sangheili worlds. And that is exactly what Galo wanted to happen to me. He would constantly make small movements, like shoving me into a wall or a quick jab to the stomach while no one was looking. I constantly told him that I wouldn't fight him; that he should just leave me alone. This wasn't good enough for him.

I continued to take his battering for a long time. He was quite popular, and none of the few friends I had made would stand up for me. They knew if they did, then most of their friends would turn against them to take Galo's side. I didn't blame them for not wanting to help me anyway. I had never done anything for them. But one day it changed. I was taking my usual battering from Galo, and it was going on like it always did. He looked a bit tired so I told him to give it a rest and began to walk away. This was usually was the end of it, but that day it was different. He started following me, continuing to hit me into walls, and then shoved me to the ground. He laughed at me, and then yelled to me to watch where I was going. More recruits were starting to look at us now, wondering where this was going. And in that second, I knew that I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped to my feet and shoved him back. "Come on then, you have never had trouble hitting me when no one was around, so why dont you do it now!" I yelled at him. A crowd began to gather around us. He looked around at the crowd anxiously. "Oh, what's wrong? Are you too afraid to take me on in a fair fight?" I egged him on. He looked up sharply. He glared at me, and then put on a snide smile. "Your not worth my time. I dont want to crush you in front of all these people. Mommy and Daddy wouldn't like that." Those familiar with my story winced. I chocked. And then, as if he hadn't done enough to me already, he did one of the most insulting things in Sangheili culture. He turned his back on me. I suppose that when enough stress and anger builds up, you could probably die. That is what it felt like to me. Inside, I stopped breathing. My heart stopped beating. I died. He had killed me. And now he would know what it felt like to die. I ran at him, and jumped forwards, grabbing both of his arms. I spun him around, and turned him to face me. Before he had time to react, I used his arms to lift me into the air, and brought my foot upwards into his chin. I continued to let my self flow with the momentum, and landed on my feet, facing a very stunned Galo, and a shocked crowd. A backflip was hard to use in combat, and many of the older students knew that. Galo, now recovered, lunged towards me, trying to knock me to the ground. I sidestepped and punished his brutality with a withering kick to the base of his neck. He dropped like a bag of stones. Still very proud, instead of submitting and staying down, he got back up and tried to uppercut my face. I bent back to an 80 degree angle and dodged his attack, then spun around behind him and punched the small of his back. I then pushed him to his knees, about to finish him off. Just before I did though, I realized something. I had started a fight. I was going to be kicked out. While I hadn't killed him, so I wouldn't be exiled, I still had to deal with the crushing truth that my world was crashing down on top of me. But if I stopped now... I might get to stay in the academy. Mommy and Daddy wouldn't like that. Forget it. I would rather put this jerk in his place then live out my dream. I sprinted at him, and ran up his back in two strides. I swung my foot around his neck, and intended to jerk it forward, but Galo had deferent ideas. He stood up, and tried to shove my foot off his neck. Instead of adjusting my attack, I went with what he was doing and used it against him. I latched my other foot around his neck and swung myself in a complete revolution around his neck! When I hit the apex of my swing, I pulled back sharply, then detached myself. I hit the ground pretty hard, but Galo landed harder. He landed face first in the dust, and didnt get up this time. I had won the battle, but what was to become of me?

=Combat= I am capable of using many different weapons, but by far my favorite weapon would have to be the energy sword. I am an incredible swordsman, capable of slaughtering many foes on my own. I take evasive maneuvers while slowly gaining ground on my enemy, until I am close enough to strike. I then dive forwards, making it harder for the enemy to escape or hit me, depending on their tactics. I will then usually hold my sword sideways so that my palm is facing me, then I will plunge it through my foes chest or back, usually puncturing one or more of their vital organs. I am even able to kill foes with gravity hammers, just with an energy sword. I step towards them, and as they swing I step out of the gravity radius. They will overexert themselves, and that is when I strike. Despite my obvious love for the energy sword, I am both proficient and deadly with most other weapons. My second choice of a weapon is the needler, because it allows me to take out a group of enemies, quickly and efficiently.

Despite most of my fellows having a plasma rifle on their being at all times, I have no love for the plasma rifle, and will even use a weapon with almost fully depleted ammo, rather then use a fully charged plasma rifle. On the instance that I run out of ammo, I will use the plasma rifle, but I will discard it the second that another weapon is in my grasp. I also have no preference for weapons, and as such will use any brute or human weapon without complaint as the situation requires. In fact, I will often take a plasma weapon in one hand, and a human weapon in the other. The plasma weapon does much damage to the foe's overshield, and quickly takes it down, while the human weapon does much damage to the unshielded and exposed flesh of the enemy.