Noxiam, a Garretian Prince lightly touches down on the ground as his Scarlet and Ashen plumage flutter in the breeze.
Noxiam Is a solitary and sometimes Shy Prince whom has abandoned his throne to travel the world, and is very effective at concealing his emotions. He will usually not resort to combat unless as a last resort, and with something of great value at stake
Noxiam features armor forged from Synthetic black diamonds, grown within the heated vaults of the Garrettian mountains, the stylized Gear seems to let off a dark vapour akin to the dying smoke of a smoldering tar fire, and beneath his battle blate he wears Bandage-like Wrappings made of Black silk. Though the use of a Jin'xo Charm he purchased froma traveling merchant he is able to store his assortment of weapons in pockets of alternate worlds, and access them from different locations. There tools and weapons include a double headed scythe, a pair of Saphire Kris, and a Rod of The equinox which allows him to create a pocket of darkness around him, effectively blinding the immediate area by lack of light
Circa 300 years ago, on a far off continent, The Garretian mountain rance was home to the thriving civilization fo the Garrets, a Variation of the elves whom employ large, Bird-like wings to travel easily among the peaks. These wings are dyed in accordance with social class; Royalty ussually have Red and Black wings, traders have dark jade green, Criminals would have striped orange, commoners would have undyed white plumage, and guards fully black ebon wings.
At the Beginning of his adulthood, it was exposed to Noxiam that his mother possessed Vampiric blood, a quality which as in many other societies was held in contempt and vilified. Upon this discovery, noxiam was expelled from The Garretian mountain ranges, at this point he began to practice the ancient art of Za'ko rikk, A magical art used in the manipulation of light and darkness, and the use of these as both tools and weapons. As his master in the craft, Zarrakim, began to age, his memory faltered.
One morning Zarrakim Attacked Noxiam in his sleep, calling him an assassin and invader, resulting in the unfortunate death of the master. Ever since, Noxiam has wandered the world he lives in, and those beyond, in search of knowledge and power