Race: Human undead from Geb
Class: Rogue
Physical description: He's 6'1, and weights 150lbs, walks hunched over most of the time, so he appears shorter.
Armor: The purple blades projected by the armor are just that. Projections. They serve better to intimidate. Not to mention they give away his position, in case his glowing eyes didn't.
Weapons: Two longswords. enchanted with eldritch magic that slows time down for the wielder. The magic in them triggers in combat. However, the chances of it activating are rather random.
Also carries with himself a small pack of daggers to throw. Apart from a hook, for grappling. Several rations, and a handy haversack to keep everything in order.
Personality: Rather lazy and imprudent, hardly feels fear anymore since he seems to constantly "revive" by unknown means. Acts mostly on his own impulse, IF he even acts. Despite being undead, he's far more agile and fast than most living beings he met.
History: "Ah, my story, what a great story. It's been so long since someone asked about my story. I don't even think i know most of my story. Well, i'll tell you what i do know. I'm undead, you probably noticed that one. I've been undead for... what? a few hundred years? hell, i've been undead for so long, i met an elf family that just had their child, and i saw the same child die of old age. An elf! dying of old age! Well, whatever. If my memory serves, i was born in Geb, learned a bit of necromancy, grew, had a family. Then i died. Don't ask me how, it certainly wasn't old-age, i mean, look at how youthful i look! haha... Where was i... Oh right, so i died, and came back.
And that's pretty much it. Oh and how i got what i'm wearing? Well, i had a knack for taking things and stabbin' people while they slept. Turns out that's something SOME people like, so i started to train to be better at that. You know, stabbin', slashin', taking coins from the idiots... However, that's not how i got my armor and weapons. These were earned in several battles in underground arena tournaments. Sometimes i had to fight with a guy beside me. because rools or something. So... that's it. I stabbed a dragon once too.
Oh and i hate elves, fuck elves. God damn pests, i've seen 'em everywhere. Always with their smug-ass attitude. Every time one of them shows up around me, they try to turn me back to human, fuck that. If i wanted to be a human, i'd be one already. The thing about undeath is that its really enjoyable once you find out the many perks that come with it. Not needing sleep, for one. Hardly needing food. Healthcare is cheap, since every lich throws dark magic all willy-nilly.
Also, you become pretty hard to kill. It's really useful when you want to throw your sword at a living dragon and retrieve it. Or for those times you just want to fight an orc horde by yourself. Granted, i still got chopped to pieces. But, here i am! all good... except i'm still dead.
As for the why i don't use necromancy anymore. Well, i got bored of it. My minions would get all the fun while i sat bored juggling some skulls from the adventurers i killed. But really, necromancy is boring. I wouldn't suggest it to the common wizard. Not to mention i might get executed for doing so. Again."
History related skills: supernatural reflexes (self-explanatory), cold-magic inmunity (undead), acrobatics, two-weapons fighting, sneak, intimidation, "THROW. ANYTHING!", Undying.