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Gro'chal Deathweaver
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The Necro Lord
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Personal Information
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Full Name
Gro'chal Deathweaver

Description
Subject 72 is an extremely dangerous individual that is wanted for numerous accounts of murder, attempt of murder, arson, psychological and physical torture, genocide, attempt of genocide, terrorism, and necromancy. He is adept at manipulating and transferring heat energy with his mind in the form of fire or ice. The subject is also a master of psychic powers, shadow magic, and necromancy. The suspect is believed to be the leader of a violent and aggressive military regime. If you attempt to apprehend the fugitive do so with heavily armed and excessive back up. Do NOT underestimate him, his powers, and his forces. You have been warned. There are numerous high paying bounties on the capture or death of this individual.

Age:
Undetermined

Gender:
Male

Race/Main:
Naacani

Race/Sub:
Undead

Honorifics|Titles|Nicknames
The Necro Lord
The Dark One
The Deathweaver
Bearer of a Thousand Souls
Master of the Ancient Dead
"Subject 72"

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

Birthplace:
Unknown
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Date of Birth:
Unknown

Marking|Tattoos|Piercings:
There is a mark on the back of his neck that resembles a white laughing skull, and there is also a burn on his left hand in the shape of a triangle along with several other strange markings

Height:
9' 7"

Weight
897 lbs.

Physical Condition:
Very muscular, yet practically so.

Current Residence
Unknown

Former Residence
Unknown

Family/Relatives:
Deceased

Friends/Comrades:
None

Enemies
Too many to name

Rivals

Organizations/Tribes/Clans:
The Deathweaver Clan

Former Affiliations:

Disabilities:
His vocal cords are not capable of speech beyond his native language

Personality:

Likes:
The subject enjoys causing pain, maiming, mutilating, and killing others - especially those who attempt his capture and arrest, and those who he feels has betrayed him. He is extremely violent

Dislikes:
Fish, being betrayed, and those who wish to capture him

Psychological Condition:
Sadistic, paranoid, genocidal psychopath that has been diagnosed with schizophrenia

Alignment:
Neutral Evil with Chaotic tendencies

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Equipment
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:Attire:
Subject 72 is known to disguise himself in various outfits, including a large black trench coat and wide brimmed hat.
:Protection:
The subject sometimes wears black plate armor that is much stronger than it appears
:Weapon(s):
A long black staff with a demon's skull mounted on the top, and a runed stone scimitar. He is also known to carry two strange alien blast pistols.
:Accessories/Misc:

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|Abilities|Traits|Racial|
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Pyromancy/Pyrokinesis

WARNING! Subject 72 has the ability to create and manipulate fire and generate heat in a substance, area, or object with his mind and will. Those who pursue the subject are likely to receive heavy burns or death.

Cryomancy/Cryokinesis

WARNING! Subject 72 has the ability to remove heat from a surface, substance, area, or object, causing it to freeze over or for a condensed blizzard to form. Those who pursue the subject are likely to receive heavy burns or death.

Psionics

WARNING! Subject 72 is very adept in psychic abilities, including telepathy, psychokinesis, mind reading/control, and creating powerful illusions. He is fond of utilizing fear against his enemies. Extreme caution is recommended.

Necromancy

Subject 72 is very adept in raising the dead, summoning spirits, and taking control of other undead. He is a very powerful necromancer and noctomancer, and should not be underestimated.

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Current History
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Past History
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So begins...

Gro'chal Deathweaver's Story

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#2012-08-23 21:55:04, as written by TheNoremac42

"I prefer to think of it more as... a patch." Imaginary Varius chuckled darkly. He suddenly darted with unnatural speed toward Fetu and attempted to thrust the syringe deep into his neck. The robot moved much faster than usual.

Unbeknownst to Savannah, she sat just three stools away from the mysterious trench-cloaked man. "You resist... You cling to life as if it actually matters... You will learn." he said in a deep, dark, and intelligent voice with a matter-of-fact tone. He did not even bother to face her.

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#2012-08-23 22:17:20, as written by TheNoremac42

The Imaginary Varius grinned with - pleasure? - as the blade cut deeply into his chest. He staggered back before running towards the storeroom, where he would abruptly vanish after turning the corner. If Fetu followed, he would likely run into the real Varius.

Gro'chal chuckled slightly at Savannah's reply. His voice resonated from the opposite side of her, where he now stood. He leaned against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. "Tell me... Are you afraid? Does the icy breath of Death breath down your neck?" At that moment, she would feel a cold breeze blow from behind her.

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#2012-08-23 22:31:35, as written by TheNoremac42

Gro'chal turned his head to look at the empty seat on the opposite side of Savannah. "Hmm?... Yes, I can smell it to... No not yet... You can have your fun in a minute..." he returned his attention to Savannah. "We can smell your fear... I can see it crawling within your mind; tainting your soul. No, you have not done anything to me... yet. Your terror simply... amuses me."

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#2012-08-23 22:42:04, as written by TheNoremac42

The trench-cloaked man let out a soft yet dark chuckle. His voice whispered into her mind. "Remember... All places, all things have souls... All souls can be devoured... There is no escape... not in this life... not in the next." he paused for a moment and glanced behind her, where slow ragged breathing could be heard. "It is standing right behind you... Flee screaming into the black forest..."

Then he was gone.

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#2012-08-25 04:25:03, as written by TheNoremac42

A slow agonizing creak resonated through the room as the front door opened on its own accord. A dark figure clad in the concealing shadow of a black fedora and trench coat stood in the doorway. There was a dark and sinister aura about him.

"I will be commandeering these, if you don't mind." he said in a deep, dark, and intelligent voice. Without waiting for an answer he lifted his gloved hand and snapped his fingers. As one, the corpses uttered a series of low moans as ghostly blue flames erupted from their eye sockets. They slowly rose to their feet and shuffled out the door without a word. The last was a skeleton that still had pieces of flesh hanging off of the white bones that dripped with water. It looked at Nobody and gave it a grin before lumbering out the door with a symphony of clattering bones.

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#2012-08-25 04:31:40, as written by TheNoremac42

Both the mysterious figure and the nearly created undead vanished into the night.

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#2012-08-26 06:19:13, as written by TheNoremac42

A slow agonizing creak resonated through the room as the front door opened on its own accord. Thunder shrieked and shook the building's foundation to its knees as lightning illuminated the silhouette of a dark figure that stood in the doorway. Eerie glowing blue eyes flashed from within the concealing shadow of a black fedora and trench coat. The roar of fierce rain echoed from behind the figure.

The cloaked man slowly and deliberately strode into the room. Water droplets formed small rivers and reservoirs as thick black boots hit the floor with a series of thuds. By all appearances, this was an ordinary man seeking shelter, a drink, and a hot meal. However, those more attuned to the spiritual and arcane would sense a tremendous amount of power that resonated from him. Those who listened closely would hear subtle yet dark whispers that echoed from the being. Dark power, of fire and ice, fear and shadow, death and chaos, clung to the man. An aura of fiery rage, dark hatred, cold sorrow, and endless suffering flowed from him.

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#2012-08-26 06:34:54, as written by TheNoremac42

With the same steady and intimidating stride, the trench-coated man made his way to an empty stool on the far side of the counter. The seat creaked beneath his weight. His shadowed head slowly rotated to face Alix and nodded in greeting. As he sat, he slowly spread out his consciousness like an invisible fog over the room. His mind was powerful and knowing. It could see every thought, motive, and emotion of the minds and souls of the other patrons.

"I simple alcoholic beverage would suffice..." he said calmly in a deep, dark, and intelligent voice. "You seem... Troubled. Your heart is filled with fear and unknowing..."

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#2012-08-26 06:54:04, as written by TheNoremac42

Gro'chal let out a low chuckle. He opened his gloved hand slightly and the bottle skid across the counter into his grip. Almost immediately the cap burst off as the outer side of the glass became covered in frost. He lifted it up to his mouth, which was concealed by shadow. "Death... Cowers at my presence..." he spoke into her mind. "They will come for you... but you will fight. You may live, or you may die. The future is hazed by the fog of choice."

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#2012-08-26 07:14:11, as written by TheNoremac42

Gro'chal would suddenly appear in the stool beside Alix as he continued to speak into her mind. "Your emotions... Your will to act, is what makes you stronger... You must FORCE the world around you to bend to your will. It is the fiery rage drawn from your suffering that gives you power..."

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#2012-08-26 07:38:29, as written by TheNoremac42

"You must remember..." he said calmly. "You must remember every hurt, every wound, and every crack within your callused heart. Allow every beating and every insult to resurface into cold sorrow..." As he said this, the air in the bar would gradually became very cold, sad if the entire building turned into an industrial refrigerator. The glasses and wood creaked as it shrank from the cold. Then just as suddenly as it happened, the frost dissipated.

"Then you must transform that sorrow. Remember the ones who inflicted that pain - that agony - upon your soul and heart, and form it into terrible dark hatred..." he continued, and the lights flickered for a moment. The bar was cast into a shadow, as if a dense blanket of clouds had blocked out the moon and stars. After a moment, the light returned.

"Finally... Direct that hatred towards the world. Transform it into fiery hatred, and channel it into the universe - BENDING it to your WILL!" his voice thundered within her mind as the room abruptly became blazingly hot like a sauna. Suddenly, two tables burst into flames. A shriek of shock was forcibly silenced as a server droid imploded as if ten thousand pound weights had crushed it from every direction.

Then all was calm.

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#2012-08-26 08:03:39, as written by TheNoremac42

Gro'chal was unfazed by the sudden destruction of the door. A piece of its frame soared in a direct collision course for the back of his head. Suddenly however, it came to an abrupt stop just an inch away from scratching his dark fedora. It then burst into flames before falling into a neat pile of ash on the ground.

"Oh you are capable of so much more, young one..." he continued in Alix's mind. "Your mind is a powerful tool... It effects the very fabric of space. Moving objects is simply the first trick you have been able to formulate... Try focusing on that droid over there... Imagine that it is the hunter... mocking you... beating you... and channel your rage into its body as you crush its throat, skull, and ribcage!"

As the three Asian men stepped into the bar, Gro'chal clenched his beer bottle slightly, and a long crack traveled up the frozen glass. The wood and framework of the building groaned as if being squeezed by a strong force.

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#2012-08-26 08:24:19, as written by TheNoremac42

"Practice it..." he said telepathically. "Perform the Sufferer's Wrath. Let nothing stand in your path. Believe in your strength - your resolve - and size and weight will mean nothing."

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#2012-08-26 08:39:19, as written by TheNoremac42

An image would then flash before Alix's mind. It was the forest - the wilderness - outside of her home city. The psychic pirate knew her mind like a book... Every memory, emotion, and fear were but pages to him. "Trees and stones make excellent practice dummies... There are also more... fleshy... targets if you desire." he chuckled darkly.

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#2012-08-26 08:51:38, as written by TheNoremac42

"Try picturing yourself in a long dark tunnel constructed by your own consciousness... The object of your focus is at the very center, at the end of the tunnel. Then you must imagine the object being crushed by the sheer gravity of the sun, or the power of a thousand elephants pressing in on it in every direction... See it in your mind, and WILL it to happen. The universe obeys YOUR laws. It is the instrument of your rage!" he paused. "It may help to simulate the action with your hands, in either a pushing or crushing motion."

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#2012-08-26 09:08:01, as written by TheNoremac42

A wicked smile formed beneath the concealing shadow of the trench-cloaked man's dark fedora. "Goooood... Your brain is a muscle, like any other on the body - except slightly more important. If you exercise it, it will become stronger. Escalate gradually every day, and soon even steel will wither at your sight..."

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#2012-08-26 09:21:30, as written by TheNoremac42

Gro'chal smirked and looked at Alix. Two ghostly glowing blue orbs flashed for a moment. "Fear... Can be a very powerful weapon." he said out loud. "...Use it wisely." he finished before perking up suddenly. "If you will excuse me... I must be off!"

He then vanished, only seconds before the Aschen began their militaristic symphony.

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#2012-09-03 00:09:22, as written by TheNoremac42

Several shadows began to quiver as a dark silhouette wandered just beyond the border of the clearing. Ghostly glowing blue eyes observed the fight with mild interest. The figure stood at the edge of their peripherals, and those that sought to capture it in their vision would find him there - and not there - as if their eyes saw something that their minds did not.

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#2012-09-03 04:27:12, as written by TheNoremac42

As the Aschen performed their daily rounds of terrorism, a far more malevolent mind observed with mild amusement. Suddenly, the lights in the building began to flicker suspiciously before popping out one by one. A dark chuckle, along with several whispering voices, resonated from every direction as the darkness swallowed up the room.

Sinister breathing emanated from the shadows between the Aschen soldiers.

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#2012-09-08 19:11:30, as written by TheNoremac42

As the little girl wandered through the forest, an unseen and malicious presence observed her with mild interest. With a mind and will both powerful and vile, it delved deep into her consciousness. It weaved through the outer lobes of her cortex as it dug into her memories... and fears. From within her mind would emerge a single question.

"Why am I here?"

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