Description

Lucian's one noble face is now gaunt, aged and pale. His eyes are sunken, pitch black bits of despair. His canines have elongated from the Red Ascension. His body was more lengthy and slender than filled out, his transformation increasing his strength despite his frailer appearance.

Personality

See Background

Equipment

Lucian keeps an assortment of daggers and a shortsword strapped to his buckle. Strapped to his back is his longsword that was originally crafted for him when he was a human. Since his transformation, Lucian has etched ancient runes into the blade, giving it a keen edge and making sure it would never dull.

Lucian wears overlapping plates of black armor while his left hand is sheathed in a blood red gauntlet. While there is some ornimentation about the shoulder pieces of the armor, there is little other flair to the edges of the armor. Upon the chestpiece is worked the faces of the leering dead, soulless faces gazing out from the metal. Lucian also wears a long flowing cape that hovers just a few inches off the ground. As the cape flutters or sways, the material it's made from give the impression of little droplets of blood coming from the end of it.

History

Lucian is bitter at his place in life at the moment. He was well to do as a human nobleman. The land around his castle was fertile, the people were happy, he hand many connections throughout the land, a small army waited on his call. Life was good. There couldn't be much more he could ask for. Then livestock began to fall ill, crops began to whither. All this in time with a new arrival to the small town. The woman that had appeared immediately made herself know to Lucian and his family.

She had told him of how she could make all his troubles disappear once more if he would just bow his knee to her. Lucian refused and it wasn't until his wife and children fell ill that he reconsidered the woman's offer. When he approached her, she gladly accepted his subservience and promised to make his family well once more and the woes of his land would disappear.

It had all been a lie. His family died and were brought back, but this time under the control of the woman. His people and army died, brought back to life once again to serve the woman. Without the people to work the lands, everything withered. Permanently ruined from the woman's curse. She left with her new army of the undead, leaving Lucian to his dreaded land and castle.

There Lucian stayed, seething and growing bitter as time went on. He would leave to feed only to return back to his castle once more. He had heard tell that the mysterious woman had gone on to conquer a large swathe of Sylvania. As his hatred grew and his lust for power increased, he began to plot his return to power. Practicing the dark arts, he was able to master the art of resurrection, raising a small group of skeletons and ghouls to fill his castle once more. He had grown impatient with the passage of time. Wanting the things that were promised to him decades ago. While he pays little attention or care to his mindless servants he still makes sure that those that ally with him are well taken care of.