Character Description: (Insert character from head-to-toe here: gender, age, height, etc., and be creative! Fantasy is boundless...) Lord Krayt is merely but a skeleton, his dark armor clings to him like skin and his hollow eyes glow with an eerie darkness. A dreadful aura surrounds him, that in lesser beings cause fear and weakness. He still retains the black beard and long dark hair he head in life, he stands a towering 7 ft tall. Age does not matter to him, as he no longer shows the signs of it. He appears this way because he is a Death Knight, the very first to exist.
Strength: He is able to raise lesser undead creatures, reanimate corpses, command spirits, and lead dark wraiths. All his power lies in his sword, it holds his very soul. If it is taken from him, he is weakened and distraught. Being filled with nothing but the desire to find it. If a lesser being grasp his sword, they will die instantly. If a more powerful being takes it, they will be afflicted with terrible disease and unmatching madness. Because his sword retains the properties of a soul, it can pass through armor and weapons on his whim. The souls of beings he kills are trapped by him, forced to become his servants. He does not feel pain, only if it is powerful magic. He is unable to catch disease or be poisoned, and can only be killed by taking his sword and destroying it through very powerful magical means. If his remains are ever reintroduced to the sword though, he will be brought back. He travels on a nightmare, a horse that is covered in dark flames. It can fly and pass through physical objects.
Resides In: Outside Queen Pandora's realm, on the edge.
Weapons: A dark sword that contains his soul.
History: In the old days of the world. Lord Krayt was once a fierce warlord, who waged war against both good and evil, seeking to create an empire under his rule. He sought to create an empire free of both good and evil, that was both prosperous and strong. He had a deep love for a women named Myfanwy, who above all he would do anything for. However one day the forced of Euphoria invaded his fortress, he fought a losing battle. He was heavily outnumbered, as his forces fell around him, he sought to find his wife and protect her. He was captured by the enemy and shackled in his very bedchambers, he was forced to watch as the soldiers raped and tortured his wife. Finally when they had their fun, they killed her. It was at that very moment he relinquished his very life, an Ancient and terrible God of Death, so great and powerful a name served it no purpose. Came to him, it offered him the power to bring his vengeance, to take away the fear of death. As unholy fire burned throughout is very core, his bones were stripped of flesh. His eyes melted, being replaced by a dark flame. His skeletal body was guided by an evil intelligence that no longer needs a brain for its vile thoughts and an endless hatred that no longer required a heart to drive its dark passion. The sword that he held in life, became the new vessel for his dark soul. The armor that he wore in life, now became the only skin he would ever have. Both weapon and armor corrupted to reflect the darkness of his being. He raised up his slain soldiers as undead minions and brought death to those that had caused him pain. His fortress that sat on the edge of the Dark Mist lands became unreachable by others, he created dark fissures to separate it from those that could threaten it. In his hatred and malice he detached himself from the living, rarely going to give his audience to Queen Pandora. He has made it abundantly clear that he does not serve her, that he only serves the ancient God of Death.