Editing Numen Krieger (section)

===Description===

*Blood Type: A
*Age: 22
*Height: 183 cm
*Weight: 88kg
*Appearance: He dresses all in grey in  elegant clothes and has white hair and light grey skin and grey eyes. He wears Kelanan's holy symbol, a star of nine swords, around his neck.
*Martial Arts Style: Kelanan's Work is a beautiful flowing art of graceful and deceptive moves. 
*Training Background: at the tender age of five, Ganelon the Grey was given over to the service of the god, Kelanan the Sword Lord.<br>
Kelanan lived in a temple in the world, training disciples in the art of swordplay. He was a perfectionist, and although any swordfight was a small offering to him, he took pleasure only in the best of such battles. So he would create the perfect swordfighters, and send them out into the world to worship him with their actions. He would only take young children, as they had not been forged by others, and craft them into the finest of instruments. He would gain children from those who wanted the services of one of his acolytes; for that was the only payment he would accept.<br>
Ganelon learned slowly at first. Kelanan was a patient teacher though, having worked with worse material throughout the ages. The problem was finding a way to motivate the young lad. One day he found it.<br>
Ganelon was easily bored, and found the continuous and repetitive exercises dull. When he could, he would slip away into the small village the supported the temple. There dwelt Nine-Tongued Lars, a Northern scholar and the village doctor, so named due to his ability to speak nine languages. For some reason his took a liking to the small, gray half-breed boy, and began to teach him of things besides swordplay. Ganelon was fascinated by this, learning the intricacies of medicine as eagerly as tales from the depths of history.<br>
Kelanan was pleased when he found this out, for he now had a way to motivate the boy. Now Ganelon had to excel at his study of swordplay if he wanted to study other things. And excel he did. He learned how to wield a sword from any position, in any condition or environment. He learned how use the sword in any position, whether it was by the hilt, pommel, or the tip of the blade. He learned of the gods, and read of the wonders of the golden age. He studied the way of the adversary, and how to fight it. He learned how to use the sword in unconventional ways, such as by throwing it, or controlling it at a distance through a wire. He learned calligraphy and sculpture, herbology and demonology. He became the finest disciple that Kelanan ever had.<br>
*Reason for Fighting: But all things must come to an end. The day came that a petitioner came before Kelanan to bargain for Ganelon’s service. It was a pregnant woman, who needed a warrior to free her village from the bandits that had taken it over. “I offer you the life that lies in my womb for the service of your best warrior.” Kelanan agreed, and took her within the temple to await the birth of her child; for only upon the birth would he release Ganelon.<br>
The babies were born two days later; Katra had born twins. But they were deformed. The girl had no legs, and the boy had no arms. Kelanan declared the deal null and void, and made to drive them from the temple. “Two halves do not make a whole in this case.”<br>
Above the cries of the mother and her babes, Ganelon spoke. “If their deal is null and void, then so is my service.” “It is not,” replied Kelanan. “You will stay.”<br>
Ganelon gave a small smile, and answered by drawing his sword. “My lord, I challenge you to keep your pledge.” Kelanan drew forth his blade, “You may challenge me, but you will never win. I give you this one chance. Put down your sword.”<br>
Ganelon merely grinned. “Why do you do this, favored disciple?” asked the god.<br>
“I do this because I now see you for what you are: a petty, selfish god who cannot stand to lose, even if it means breaking a pledge. You feel that you would lose taken taking one, if not both of these babes. I will no longer be your servant. I will aid Katra, or die by your hand.”<br>
Kelanan’s placid countenance broke into a smile. “So be it,” he spoke. And so the battle began. Ganelon was the best that the Sword Lord had ever forged; but he was the God of Swords. They fought, and it was a thing of beauty. Ganelon fought with all his heart, and barely held off Kelanan’s assault. Six times Ganelon was disarmed or had his blade shattered. Each time he managed to gain another blade.<br>
“Six times I have put your sword down. Six times have I given you a chance to surrender. Congratulations, there will be no seventh time. You have passed the test of heart and skill.” With those words, the God of Swords threw his blade at Ganelon.<br>
Ganelon shouted a wordless cry and threw his blade too. A golden glow filled the air as his sword blocked the god’s blade. With a gesture, the blade flew back to his hand, and he launched a furious assault upon the Sword Lord. Kelanan seized another blade and defended himself. Ganelon attacked as never before, seeing how to pierce the god’s defenses, how to take advantage of opening when the Sword Lord attacked. Six times the god was pierced.<br>
Kelanan did not bear a seventh wound. He used his most secret technique, and finally struck his former student. Golden light blazed forth from Ganelon, and the sound of a great gong was heard. When the light died down, Kelanan’s sword was resting upon his student's head, and Ganelon's was lodged in in the god's skull.<br>
Ganelon still stood, the god’s blade only not having penetrated his skull. A golden aura shone around him, a flower of seven swords floated above his head.<br>
Kelanan fell to his knees and said as more of the golden light poured from him into his pupil, "I am honored to have trained you for this destiny. I go now to return to Heaven. You have my blessings, and I shall watch you with fatherly devotion. Go forth. You know all that you need.” With that he vanished.<br>
Ganelon recovered from his shock, and left, taking Katra and her babes with him. It was of small note that he freed her village of the bandits, but Katra would not leave him, and followed him on his journey….<br>
*Opening Pose: Fencer's salute.
*Victory Pose: Bows, hands pressed together, to fallen opponent with a halo of seven swords, points up, radiating from behind his back.
*Victory Quote: "Praises be to Kelanan the Sword Lord!"
*Loss Pose: Break sword over knee, turns back to viewer, head bowed in shame.
*Taunt: Balances a sword, point down, on his nose.