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Age: Guessed Age 25-30
Gender: Male
Species: Elf/Shifter/Mage
Class: Master Of Shadows
Role: Master Of Shadows
Description: The picture only shows his actual face, he tends to wear a tattered black cloak which reaches past his shins. He wears black gloves, along with a mask of pure white, which only reveal his eyes. He wears the hood and mask together. Reported sightings of him state that he wields a black crystalline sword, which does not reflect light even in the darkest of days.
Height: est. 1.75 meters
Weight: est. 590N
Hair Color: His hair is blonde
Eye Color: He has a pair of blue eyes, however, when he wields the element of darkness or takes on the persona of the Master of Shadows, his eyes glow red.
Weapons: Unknown, but surviving witnesses claim that he wields crystalline weapons, his main weapon is a sword, however, he is capable of summoning obsidian daggers to fly and injure his targets.
Skill(s)/Ability(s): Summoning weapons, dissoving into black mist, corrupting non-sentient beings
Personality: It is known that the man is extremely cunning and secretive. He makes sure all eye-witnesses are kept to a bare minimum. He seems to appreceate scenery, his scenery, where the ground and sky are grey, the trees are black and the night rules over the day. It may seems that he has spies seeded within the populace as he somehow manages to 'always evade capture'.
Bio: The following is the actual, and the full tale is unknown to all but himself. He was born as a normal boy, normal childhood. His true name is Vrael. But that all changed when he was 10, his parents died due to the 'Purging of rebels'. He himself narrowly managed to escape death due to a cult swooping in and increasing the soldiers' casuality count. The Elder of the cult, noted a strange aura and decided that he was their savior, the Deathbringer. However, when he returned from his final training, he stood before all the elders, one of them noted that his goal in life did not match those of the Deathbringer. For he seeked to 'cleanse the land of corruption with corruption'. Angered, he sealed the chamber and killed the Elders one by one. After that, he gathered all his juniors and responded when asked why were the elders dead, "They realised that their objectives were foolish and begged me to kill them."
Some believed, others, left, not before he cleansed their memories or sent them home in a crate of pulverized meat.
Years passed, seasons changed, his ring of corruption spread throughout the land as his determination and power increased greatly. Due to the citizens believing him to be the enemy of the King, named him the opposite, The Master of Shadows.
Other:
He is currently creating Immortals, creatures of Sentient Darkness which bear pure hatred to the living. They do not understand warcries, pleas, laments or even crying. They only follow their master, and after awhile, when they have truly seen the world around them, formulate their own plans.
None but him know this but he actually appears in the palace from time to time, under the guise of a nobleman named Valshe. His attire is seen in the picture above.
Sample Post: Vrael looked up at the ring of horsemen before him. Was this even meant to be a force capable of capturing me? He splayed his fingers, creating ripples of darkness and gathering them in his palm. A crudely shaped sword seemingly made out of pure black solidified his grip. Two bolts were fired at him, yet globes of darkness gathered around them, rendering them to a halt. Three of the horsemen, probably the bravest, charged towards him.
Wind whipped through the clearing as he brought his sword into position. He dived forward, scattering dead leaves and dissolving into mist. The crystallin blade remained solid, ripping through the sternum of the horse, shearing the man's leg into half. Even as the drops of fresh blood began to drop onto the ground, he solidified, his blade connecting on the blade of the other man. His blade shattered upon impact, and for a brief moment, it seemed as though as he had lost. The black sharpenel carried on, lifting the man off the horse and slamming him onto the ground. The crystal pieces tore out of his flesh and rejoined to form the sword. The last horsemen panicked and retreated. Playtime was over.
Black ripples radiated out from his body, forming obsidian needles which zipped towards the horsemen, stabbing them with such force that they fell off their steeds. Their horses pranced wildly, and fled, trampling on their masters. He moved towards the confused mass of bodies and proceeded to behead them, one by one.