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Bunthrozzunneth

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a character in “Nosiroth: Battle for Survival”, as played by claw

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❊|Name|❊
Bunthrozzunneth


❊|Age|❊
23

❊|Gender|❊
Male

❊|Race|❊
High Orc

❊|Sexual Orientation|❊
Bisexual




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❊|Appearance|❊
Hair Color ||
White
Eye Color ||
Green
Height ||
6 foot 10 inches
Build ||
Muscular
Scars/Markings ||
There are a number of runic tattoos running along the length of both of his forearms, written in a deep sea blue ink. The markings run from just a few inches below his wrists all the way along his arms and ending just at the edges of his pectorals.
Weaponry ||
Bunthrozzunneth is armed only with a simple staff, though if simple is truly the correct word for it. Fashioned out of iron and worked over with a layer of powerful enchantment, the long heft of the staff is able to project a powerful shielding spell designed to guard the wielder against most offensive magics. Worked into the ravens head that adorns the top of the staff are a trio of rubies, one each for its three eyes. Each of these rubies has a separate enchantment locked into it, one of scrying, one of banishing magic and one featherfall.




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❊|Personality|❊
Positive Traits ||
Caring - Something of a rarity of a being that is both Orc and Necromancer, Bunthrozzunneth doesn't openly hold anything close to contempt for people. He doesn't feel any pleasure in his abilities, nor does he feel any pride in that people must die so that he will have access to the powers of magic.
Idealist - Despite using and closely associating himself with the arts of the Necromancer, he doesn't wish to actively cause harm to others. In his mind any being with the will to think and better themselves should be allowed to do so, without restrain, harm or interruption. It is the right of all living beings to pursue their own ideals of happiness.
Adaptive - His unusual position is one that has raised many eyebrows, both with his own kind and his own fellow wizards. It is no small surprise to anyone then that the High Orc is well used to having to deal with difficulties and overcome situations that most would not find themselves locked into.
Negative Traits ||
Clumsy - Though all mages, wizards and other assorted magic users use a certain degree of focus when utalising their skills, Bunthrozzunneth take it a step too far and will over over focus, even when not actually practising magic. As a result its not uncommon for him to drift off and end up tripping over something he didn't see.
Independent - No doubt a result of his being a High Orc Necromancer, he oftentimes struggles to find somewhere he fits in. It is no surprise then that more often than not he will simply go his own way in life, doing as and what he deems to be right.
Likes ||
Reading
Birds
Dislikes ||
Death
Grey Orcs
Fears ||
Spiders
Strengths ||
Knowledgeable - Many years of scouring through libraries and tomes of power have left the High Orc with a fine knowledge of the world, though perhaps not so much an active knowledge of how to actually apply this information to the real world.
Spiritual - Perhaps one of his greatest strengths, especially as a Necromancer Bunthrozzunneth seems to have an innate connection with the spirits of the dead, more often than not able to simply gain their assistance willingly rather than binding them into service.
Weaknesses ||
Mana-burnt - By some cruel fluke of nature, Bunthrozzunneth seems to be unable to produce mana of his own, try as though he might it seems to be utterly beyond him. Instead he is forced to draw upon outside sources, fonts of mana, the spells of others, and the corpses of the fallen all serve to grant the High Orc the magic he needs.
Disgraced - Bunthrozzunneth is considered by most High Orcs to be a traitor to his kind, through no fault of his own. The High Orcs are, much like the Elves, beings who praise and adore magic, much to the extent where some come to even crave and covert it for themselves. For a member of their race, who is unable to tap into the flow of magic without the aid of an outside source, the Necromancer is seen as broken, useless and utterly aberrant.

❊|History|❊
History here.




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So begins...

Bunthrozzunneth's Story

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The room was dark, light only by a single candle that spluttered and shimmered a thin orange light over the small chamber. It was sparse and cold within, only this small light there to light the lone figure who leaned over the large slab of marbles in the centre of the room. It wasn't the slab he was examining however, though it was certainly far from uninteresting, from the runes of warding and enchantment that had been carved within it to the thin blood channels that lead into small basins at the head and foot of the slab itself. No, what the figure was examining was in fact the body that lay upon the slab itself.

The body had once been a human male, young and no doubt in the swing of their prime before a knife had ended their life. The guards had claimed it to be a mugging gone wrong and given it over to the Necromancers Sect within the small town to do with as they pleased. It seemed to be the way of things out in this small community, those that died and had nobody to collect their bodies would find themselves heading deeper underground then they may have been expecting, to be experimented upon or to be raised to serve the town far above. Most found the undead workers unsettling at first, but after a while came to accept their presence as they worked to fell trees late into the night when all others would rather be at home.

This particular corpse however was in no fit state to be used for anything above ground, it had been sliced open and the blood and bile within drained so the figure could more closely examine it without being disturbed by the vile juices. A fixed expression was laced over his face as he peered deep within the closely packed internal organs of what was once a living breathing man. It fascinated him, how complex all this was and all it was there to do was to sustain its own existence, he supposed it was very much like the functions of the town above, with each part helping the other to survive.

Slowly, he reached out a hand as he straightened back up to his full height. His outstretched hand hovered only a few inches above the corpses still wet innards and with his mind he reached out. He did not have to wait long, though it was far far longer than he would have liked, before he could feel it. There was an innate spark, a warmth that seemed just as real as the warmth and light given off by the candlelight in the corner of the room. This warmth however came directly from the corpse itself, one that should not be there for something so long dead. With nothing but his sheer will alone he pulled at that warmth, commanded it to his hand.

He was rewarded with a deep purple mist that shone and glowed with its own light as it seeped up from the innards of the corpse and slowly trickled along his arm. It was barely even half the size of his forearm in thickness, painfully thin compared to what he had seen some be able to draw from the dead. The light shone far brighter than the orange light of the candle, turning his blue flesh a shade of deep regal purple in kind as he stared at it, studying it deeply with hungry fixed eyes. For a moment there he could feel the spark, the warmth fill his heart where there felt almost as though an empty pit sat in the centre of his chest.

"Ah, so this is where you have been hiding." Such was his concentration that he didn't even hear the door open until the voice had already echoed through. He jumped, the warmth slipping from his grasp as the glowing purple mist dropped back down into the body below. He spun around, painfully aware that his staff was sat against the wall by the door, too far out of reach against anything that sought to cause him harm. He didn't need to worry himself though it seemed.

Stood in the doorway, dressed in the robes of a mage, though in the green and black of their School, with the burning rose of their Sect embossed over the middle of his chest, was the master of the Sect himself. He seemed to be for all intents and purposes a simple and normal human of middle age, a thin beard clung tightly to his plain face and his hair was cut short and simple, brown in colour though greying at the temples. The thing that stood out in sharp contrast however was his eyes, where therein lay a pair of blazing blue orbs, mystical mist spilled from their edges as they bored into the High Orc before them. This was no simple Necromancer, this was a gravewalker, a being locked somewhere between the worlds of wraith and man.

"Master I..."
"Calm yourself, Bunthrozzunneth." The High Orc suppressed a grimace at hearing the master speak his name, most humans and indeed a good number of elves simply failed to be able to pronounce the hidden symbols within High Orcish to say his name correctly no matter how many times he told them. "I am not here to chide you child, I simply wish to know what it is that has been consuming your attention of late." The master stepped inside as he spoke, coming to stand next to Bunthrozzunneth as he too looked down at the corpse on the slab. "Hmmm, I sense you're experimenting with mana again."

"Yes, master. I am trying to discern where it is that mana resides within a corpse. I had thought at first that mana came from the soul... But..."
"If that was the case then why would the bones of the long dead still hold the same energy?" The gravewalker concluded, to which the High Orc could only nod. "It is a question many have wondered and yet no answer has been forthcoming yet. Though I'm sure if anyone will be able to do it, I'm sure it will be you. Out of all the students here you have certainly one of the more... Unique outlooks on the world. Come now, you have not rested in three weeks." As Bunthrozzunneth opened his mouth to protest the master simply silenced him before he had a chance to speak. "Yes, I'm sure you feel fine or that you are close to a breakthrough, however you are still mortal. It would not do to have anyone pass out from exaustion from pressing themselves too far. Go, rest."

He knew it wasn't a suggestion this time and that to disobey would cause him no small amount of grief. With an inclination of his head he turned and picked up his staff once more, heading back through the winding corridors of the Necromancers Sect back to his own private quarters.