Race: Praetorie
Age: Uknown
Sex: Male
Brief History:
In the days of old, their lived a race of honorable knights who's origin was all but scattered in to the winds, forever cast in to the dismal winds of obscurity. It was said that their once was a brave king who soley commanded the legion of Praetorien who's power was unmatched. Like all kings, the one that commanded the Praetorien, eventually was overthrown but with his death came also the end of their one and only true leader. Without a leader to guide the knights the order soon fell to the plague of time and the legion had all but vanished from the face of the earth.
Centuries later a dark mage of unimaginable power had heard of the Praetorien and attempted revive the order for means of malice and cruelty. The mage's mind was twisted and ravaged by the entities of forbidden magic. With his power he managed to revive a handful of knights but to his cost the result of performing such a forbidden art of resurrection was far too great and the dark mage's life succumbed to the dark magic that he himself was a master. The ritual was carried out unsuccessfully, and the result was horrid and defied the laws of the living. At the hands of the dark mage and vested powers in the darkest entities in the universe, the Praetorien's once sacred armor was filled with ghostly specter's, remnants of the knights, instead of human flesh.
The handful of specters in arms traveled the worlds in search of a calling (of what they didn't know). They were shadows of their former selves, their past lives in some distant memory that neither of them could recall. The dark mage left a permanent mark on them, some remnant of his own being, which gave them access to powers of the dark arts. In battles they wielded the shadows and could even blend in to the night, permanently. Some had even managed to phase out of their armor and formulate themselves in to various other forms of combat attire.
During their quest across the galaxies for answers to their existence the small group of nomadic knights disbanded, leaving Asheking (called Ashe) to roam the astronomical systems alone. The reserved knight could find nothing more to add to his existence than the constant engagements of battle (with men as well as beasts). He spoke little and was more often then not on the verge of defeat, hardening his soul and becoming more adept in being a living, breathing ghost.
Personality: Says little. Highly reserved when not on the battlefield.
Weapons: Steel broadsword infused with dark magic
Powers: Command over the dark arts. (Abilities TBA).