Description
Name: Saito Jorn
Gender: Male
Age: 76 years old (Appears 24)
Race: Undead Lich
(Special Powers): Necromancy, Adept Sorcery
Appearance: Short black hair rests upon his eyes and on the back of his neck, his eyes are a dull red. Approximately 5'11" tall Saito has a barrage of scars up both of his arms and down his chest and shoulder blades. Slender but strong an aura of confidence and mystery is undeniably present. Staying away from the stereo typical "Robes" Lichs have been depicted wearing so often he wears cloths more fitting of the wealthy. Always a collared shirt hugging his upper body, his pants are black with red stitching throughout the pant legs. War dressing can be seen from the forearm up to the shoulder on either arm to hide the marks of his past. A memorizing smirk is usually the facial expression that calls Saito's face home.
Personality
Likes:
Puzzles, Testing wits, Learning/Studying and Socializing.
Dislikes:
Sages, Disobedience, People underestimating him, or False information.
Weakness:
Sages, holy magic, his pride, and arrogance.
Saito is not only sly but extremely cunning and intelligent. Planning ten steps ahead in every direction he is very perceptive of his environment and those who come into contact with him. Life, combat, vengeance, and survival Saito views as chess games; he is the king and anyone and everything else will be used to achieve his desired outcome. There is never enough books, spells, reconnaissance, or knowledge to be learned. When Saito is not in a hostile or dangerous environment he has been known to be funny, sociable and even flirtatious to those unaware of his true identity.
Equipment
Light Armor (worn beneath his wealthy clothes.)
Stiletto
Dagger
A satchel:
An ancient grimoire
Rope
Bandages (War dressings)
Change of clothes
Rekko's right hand.
History
Saito Jorn grew up during the Black Mist Plague, being trained by the elder warlock Der'ez. Der'ez was a powerful warlock who was Adept in many types of sorcery. Even as as a young boy Saito picked up on sorcery remarkably fast, catching up to his master in many aspects and succeeding his master in necromancy. Necromancy was Saito's true calling, everything else was simply adding weapons to his arsenal. As he aged learning became his hobby, and knowledge his passion. Every waking moment was spend on studying the ancient necromantic arts. Being entangled with magic meant that most shunned him as a boy even into his adolescent years.
Upon reaching manhood Saito began a quest that many necromancers before him had attempted, raising an army. As there was not a lack of bodies during the Black Mist Plaque Saito began collecting and resurrecting the bodies of the fallen. As his forces grew and the battles began, Saito's quest for more power and knowledge lead him to one single conclusion, there isn't enough time. Calculating battles, time, and enemy forces while also tweaking his strategy he soon realized that he would began a new journey, one that would grant him the time, power and knowledge he desired to reach his goals. The quest began to find ancient rituals on binding his soul to a phylactery to grant him eternal life, he would become a Lich.
After years of research, and study, Saito had almost all of the pieces in place to allow him to preform his ritual. Though the resources were right the timing was wrong, the missing piece that Lichs before him dismissed ,was the ritual to maintain their body, this he would not dismiss. Maintaining your body after the transition was considered a disgrace, flaunting your ancient, battered, worn bones that were stronger than man's flesh after hundreds of years was an honor. Knowing this Saito knew that no ordinary Lich or necromancer would know this information or share if they did.
A few years later after discovering a man outside of a tomb Saito had his first encounter with a Rekko. Rekko was not only a Lich Lord, but was almost a five-hundred years old and still looked like a mortal. From that day forward Saito began his apprentice ship under Rekko as he learned the secrets to preserving his body by offering the flesh blood and souls of the living to a blood ritual. Rekko was probably the best necromancer of his time, but after Saito completed his apprentice ship, he used is knowledge in his other arts to overwhelm and kill Rekko.
Now Saito is on a path towards power. Utilizing his time with studying Saito began to consider new ways to take what he wants thus leading him to blend, and mingle with the living completely undetected.
So begins...
The velvet evening sky rested upon the horizon, a gently breeze caressed the monuments that stood in the distance. Pieces of light escaped the darkening sky as the stars began to make themselves comfortable in their rightful place in the coming night sky. The mountainous terrain surrounding the "Beacon of Hope," or Black City, was a barrier that kept many out. Black City was known for escaping the Black Mist Plaque, many thought this to be an anomaly of sorts, others preached that the mountainous terrain kept travelers at bay and the infected from crossing into the city.
His stride of confidence was unmistakable, his appearance was glamorous, dressed in a dark black tunic that hugged him tightly. His long bronze trousers rested on the top of his shoes, the silver stitching in the pockets was an unmistakable clue of the quality and value of these specific pants. A light brown satchel rested on his right shoulder the purpose of which is unknown. Protruding from his tunic upon his upper chest and neck was a white undershirt which gave a perfect contrast to Saito's dark appearance. Definition is the word used to describe the body that harbored this outfit, his hair rested upon his eye brows and the back of his neck. A dull red color radiated from his eyes as he walked ever closer to Black City.
The air held extra weight tonight, always feeling extra conscious after completing the blood rite. This was a ritual that Saito used to maintain his mortal appearance, because he is no mortal being, but a Lich. Years of study, research and strength placed him on this current path. Being able to travel where others of his kind before him could not was an amazing opportunity that could not be ignored. The city gates began to slowly gain on him as he moved towards his destination. The guards in front of the gates that blocked his path was not a concern in the least. Having been entangled by his mind and being distracted by his thoughts Saito reviewed the upcoming situation to achieve the outcome that suited him.
"Hello stranger, what is your business here in Black City?" The guard on the left inquired. From looking at these men many conclusions could be drawn about them. Their older attire was a hint that either they have been on the job so long that their armor was battered, or that they are new and still must prove themselves to their commanding officer to earn the honor of fitted armor. Being new to the job meant that Saito had a greater lenience to how far he could stretch the fabrication of his journey. The guard on the other side of the gate avoided eye contact, a weak, non-confident individual avoids the unknown. Upon reaching this conclusion hastily Saito answered with confidence.
"I am a Sage researcher, sent here to study the ancient records of the 'Beacon of Hope'. The rest of my business can not be discussed I hope we do not have a problem." Saito replied as a sly smirk began to reveal itself from the corners of his lips. When entangled with rookies the best course of action is making yourself seem more important then them. The fear of being humiliated for leaving someone of such importance out would only lead to scolding and slowing down the advancement in the ranks. This united with timid men leads to one definite outcome.
"You may enter the city of coarse, I hope you find what you are looking for and use your knowledge to help rebuild this world." the guard responded. Saito did not reply but simply smirked as he pasted the guards and entered the giant city. His outrageous claim was not such a stretch considering his attire and true intentions of study within the city walls. Saito is very sociable and very different from others of his calling; growing up being practically shunned Saito considers himself catching up for lost times. The first order of business is finding an Inn. Sleeping on the ground never bothered him considering he raised minions from that very soil. This does not mean that anyone would not take the opportunity to sleep on a bed if the option was available. The night is long, reserving the room is just a matter of precaution, exploring Black City is where this night truly begins.
Dylan Hynes
Walking about her people who settled in the darkest part of the Labyrinth Forest which would be the place closest to Black City. Dylan was just starting her terrible day like every other. Family, wasn't the word Dark Elves used to refer to each other. . . fellow evildoers was the most common words used to speak of each other. Dylan hated her 'fellow evildoers' and they hated her. Everyone knows about Dark Elf egocentric problems and stuff, but not only do they feel superior to others but also between each other, they are always fighting and trying to surpass each other. Team work is not something you'll find around Dark Elves.
Since Dylan was different from them, she was persecuted the most, her mother was also an award winning bitch and let's not even talk about elves her age. Dylan, being half Dark Elf half Wood Elf was look down on (it's nothing new coming from her people), and because of how her people were she grew to hate them and also to use their ways and the ways of the wood elves to become better.
She never stayed long around her people she would venture further into the forest and meet up with some wood elves that taught her many things, taught her their magic that she would try and merge with the powerful magic of dark elves. Her wood elf friends wouldn't stay too long though because they feared Dylan's mother who killed her father a few years ago because he was meeting up with Dylan. When her friends would leave she would just try and practice on her own and make her way through the forest just like her father had taught her how to.
"You may enter the city of coarse, I hope you find what you are looking for and use your knowledge to help rebuild this world," Dylan stopped when she heard the voice.
She had been walking closer to Black City that she had thought. The huge ugly city she knew nothing of except for the rumors of how it spread the plague around. She noticed a tall man dressed in black, she felt something horrible coming from him, she felt like her was bad news . . . dead bad news. Now that Dylan thought about it, she didn't know much about the world, about other people or about the city. Maybe it was disgustingly ugly from the outside, but what was it like inside? . . .
