Description

Matthias appeared to be around average height, and build. not taller than 5'10" and weighed no more than 140 pounds. Dark raven locks draped down behind him revealing pale lifeless complexion, and dark stormy eyes. Wey-lines of magic ran through his face, in barely visible lines down into his body. He was adorned in your standard long-coat falling down to his calves, black in color; he wore around his neck a dark iron chain that ended in a the hanging symbol of Orcus; a Tanar'ri prince from the Abyss. While not a God in his own right, he was still worshiped by wielders of the dark arts non the less. Various other jewelry adorned his form, with blasphemous symbols and inscriptions written or marked upon them. (Image)

Though this was just an illusion.. a skin he wore to hide his true form, a facade he could dismiss at anytime. The changes were significant, yet also minor at the same time, his physical appearance was much the same as it had been before, however he was taller; and more imposing. Rather than the modern attire he had had adorned himself to blend in, long black draping robes covered his form. His attire was much more sinister and cruel looking than before. Also his physical attributes seemed more like the undead, moreover though that his form looked closer to the undead creature that he was; powerful and sadistic dark magic kept his form intact, and staved off the signature decayed and rotting appearance that ones such as himself often had. An aura of fear radiated off of him, unnerving those without the strongest of wills. His gaze could pierce right through someones soul and steal their courage and conviction from them. Then there was his icy touch.. a touch that chilled and paralyzed to the bone, wither this was due to fear, or some magical means was unknown; the individual appeared to be dead to all but the most knowing and observant of watchers. All of these terrible afflictions and abilities were due to a horrific transformation Matthias had undergone. He had become one of the undead, a Lich. (Image)

Personality

Matthias once was a bright and eager pupil, he threw himself wholeheartedly in to his studies. He had been a kind and warm individual; though a shy and akward one. That all changed later in his life of tragedy, he became darker. He buried himself deeper in to his studies. For a long time what had transpired to turn this warm kind hearted individual in to an icy cold recluse. He had not lost all of his humanity, not even in the end. However the lines of good and evil blurred; and he would often take whatever action he deemed necessary, even the heinous.

Equipment

Matthias carried upon him various trinkets, rings, amulets and wands that he stored upon his person, however these were not truly his equipment, his only dedicated arsenal were two items; His staff, an item all magi of anytime carried. Constructed of Dark Mithril; a form of Mithril that had been corrupted and blessed by dark deities, with adamantine accents, it was a pretty straight forward staff, that at the head came up into two demonic heads holding a solid black crystal between their maws; the sphereical gem that rested between their maws would begin to glow with a eerie fel red glow, when being used. (Image)

His other major piece of equipment was his spell book. An item that again most magi had upon them at all times, he however was capable of summoning this item from hammerspace, a magical sub pocket that was linked to his sanctum. It was unique for a spellbook, it's cover was made of Tainted leather, a diabolical material that was much like tanned human fleshthat had been carbonized black. Upon the cover symbols for the dark and the arcane, including divine symbols such as those for Orcus and Nerull were etched. Upon opening the Book; a task few could accomplish. The pages were of a flexible form of Mithril; with his spells etched within the pages. Magic runes, Intricate spells, verbal, somatic, and material components covered each page.

The last thing that was in his posession, but almost never carried upon his person, was his Phylactery, an object that stored a portion of his soul, one of the requirements of Lichdom, however it was hidden in an undisclosed location, possible on another plane of location.

So begins...

Matthias Bloodfall's Story

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#2011-03-25 06:26:10, as written by kharaa

Matthias Bloodfall caught the exit of 'Diana Johnson' as she passed by him. Dark orbs peering to the side momentarily, as he caught the stench.. and taste of undeath in her. One that would call herself a Lich. He suppressed a laugh as he moved past her. Bony hands rested inside of the long jacket that draped his cold and pale form; dark hair cascading down his shoulders and back. If one quick enough to catch a glance past him would see a cadre of cloaked figures, their faces obscured in the darkness, they remained behind; out of reach but within earshot. He strode up to the bar, pulling fingers free of the coat to rap on the wooden surface.