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Niros Datanya


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Character Name: Niros Datanya - Jonis Eit Monore Monoske

Gender: Male

Race: Shade/Elzden Wizard/Elzden Sorcerer

Age: Niros can recall clearly back to the days when his civilisation was at it’s apex in the world, unlike his brother Niros has full access to his memories, his exact age is somewhere just under 9,000 years old.

Birthdate: Niros’ birthdate as a human is not important to him, his rebirth as a Shade is far more important, which happened during the Raining Seasons.

Kingdom with Fealties To (or none): Niros has since the fall of his civilisation been on the lookout for many a Kingdom to infiltrate and use to his own devices, his current loyalties, as they may be called are to the Shadow Kingdom, which he intends to rule one day.

Rank/ Occupation: Niros is a personal advisor to the current Ruler of the Shadow Kingdom, he is also the leader of its armies and controls most of if not all the income into the Kingdom. He also acts as tactician in battles and shares these posts with one other being, one whom he has come to trust a great deal in. He aside from this other being, holds the highest rank outside of the King of the Shadow Kingdom, which, in the scheme of things, is his next chosen rank.

Personality: At one time Niros was a normal Elzden Wizard, wanting nothing more than to protect his homeland and do service to the Goddess, he held much promise and was the pinnacle of what could be achieved through cloistering oneself away, much as a monk would. But he is no longer that, after falling pray to the wishes of his Uncle, and heeding to the dark whispers of old and forgotten shadows he is no longer that Elzden Wizard, he fell, and became a Sorcerer, and then worse, a Shade.

As a Shade there is no ounce of remorse inside of him, he has no empathy, no conscience, there is nothing that once tied him to being anything remotely human or like it. Everything that would make hime relatable, kind, generous, selfless, any good trait or quality is gone from him, any light that would have existed inside Niros is no longer there, gone, smothered by darkness.

The complex personality that has been left behind in the darkness is not one that could be easily dissected, it is an amalgamation of hundreds, and now thousands of spirits put into one body. Each spirit, each soul turned mad at being trapped inside a body forcibly, even if done by the Spirits will before death. To try and glimpse into his mind would be like sitting in the middle of a war, that was eclipsed by a hurricane. There are too many strong personalities that try and vie for the forefront of his mind, but just as there are all those personalities warring for control, Niros himself has the incalculable mental capacity to keep them at bay, and keep his personality at the forefront. That is one of the first things about him, he is cunning, he is deadly, his mind is his greatest weapon, his experience and thoughts, those are what he uses first and foremost before anything else. This cunning is often time belied by the fact he presents himself as a calm and cool character, slow to think and slow to react, his quick thinking and fast acting thoughts hidden behind a mask of duplicity.

But that mask aside, he is a beast, there is a madness deep within him that rages and howls at its confines. This is the inner beast that froths at its maw, clawing and yowling, demanding the blood of any and all around him. This beast does not see friend or foe, it sees the slaughter, it sees the blood on its claws and the power it has over any and everything it can see. This beast is held back by his will, it has never been let out, even Niros is unsure what would happen if it were set free. This beast while caged can exorcise will inside Niros’ mind, feeding into the sociopathic tendencies that he has developed. He has no empathy, he has no morals, he doesn’t see a creature in pain, he hears the screams and derives pleasure from it. He sees an experiment gone wrong and tries to see how horribly wrong it can go, what can be achieved from it.

He derives pleasure from causing pain, screams of those being tortured or maimed send shivers down his spine in a way kisses to a lovers ear would down someone else’s. He finds the greatest ecstasy not in killing, killing is far to easy, to just snuffing out a life is the easiest thing to do. What he finds the greatest joy in, the greatest pleasure, is subverting those, of twisting and turning them until they become unrecognisable even to themselves and those they once loved and trusted and then turning them loose to watch them slaughter those they once died to protect. In this there is no greater pleasure that can be achieved, it is the ultimate form of torture that he has found. Whether by torture or magic, mind control or sick and twisted experimentation, he does not care how it is done, and he usually does it himself, he has perfected many different ways to subjugate those he has captured or taken hostage. Planting small spells into their minds that will be triggered at later dates or by infecting them with a sickness of sorts that won’t be readily seen until it is too late. He has had too many years in perfecting this talent of his, he continues to test it to the limits, to find new horrors to bestow upon people.

Niros doesn’t see those in his Kingdom as friends, the concept has no meaning to him, the closest thing he has to a ‘friend’ is someone he sees on equals terms as he is, power, thought, and mindset. Anyone else is considered below him, they are easily replaceable and can be used and abused as how he sees fit. All the peoples who live in the Shadow Kingdom are expendable, if it helps him reach his goal, nothing is too high a price to pay. He respects power, he respects those who think like him, who don’t mind the darker side of nature, those beings who linger in the shadows, who partake in things better left unsaid. These are beings he would make alliances with, share his Kingdom with, but still he would use them to further his goals. Expendable, the one thing that everyone is around him, expendable, people can be replaced, bought, sold, raised in rank, and blackmailed. Coercion is a tool he regularly uses, a soft spoken word, a veiled threat, and if that does not work outright threats, shows of power, curses, hexes, torture, he will get his way and nothing will stand in his way, be it a person or a village, there is not difference to him.

Physical Appearance: The most noticeable thing about Niros are his eyes, the luminous glowing red eyes that seem to stare through you, inside of you, piercing your mind and soul and spirit. They are a blood red in colour, framed by long ash coloured lashes, underneath fine black and white flecked eyebrows. His face is handsome, harshly beautiful, one that draws people in, fooling them to believe he is not as evil as his reputation claims. He has a full lips cruel and beautiful at the same time, and a royal chin with a strong jaw, high cheekbones give him an almost otherworldly beauty, and that is further accented by his pointed ears, a modification he’s given himself to make people question his race. Where as before his hair was completely platinum in colour, it has since changed, it is now mostly black, shining and shadowy black with steaks of platinum showing through in certain areas.

His build is lean, graceful, he isn’t very broad, but he is tall, and can move at accelerated speeds unlike any human or beast. Physically he appears quite human, he is well proportioned, graceful looking, regal in bearing and appearance, until eyes land on his hands. After the last of his army sacrificed themselves to give him more power, his appearance shifted, changing, and where once he had normal fingers, now he has claws, delicate and deadly looking, all stained red at the edges, never able to be washed clean of the blood he has gorged himself upon. These claws are exactly as they look, hard, sharp, and can be used as such, though such petty means of fighting are beyond him. Upon his face, under and around his left eye is a magical mark, shining in red blood is a mystical tattoo that represents his newly attained powers, the mark has long been forgotten, a memento of his Elzden heritage.

Height: Niros has the ability to shift and change his height and appearance as he sees fit, but as of the moment has found himself liking his current form, standing at just under 6 feet 1 inches tall.

Weight: There would be no point in trying to weigh the shade, as he has the ability to shift and change how much he weighs, he could be as light as a feather or heavy as a boulder. When he has no need to change his mass he weighs about 195 pounds.

Powers:  First and foremost Niros is a Shade, and as a Shade with an untold number of spirits locked inside his body, he has almost unmatched magical power. With his age and experience, and no hesitancy about probing into dark and forgotten arts, he has a wide range and variety of spells at his disposal. From damage causing spells, to outright destruction, shifting and changing things, to commanding the elements themselves. He can manipulate the magical energies of the world around him as long as he has the energy and mind to do so. But where other spell casters might falter or grow tired, it would take him a longer amount of time, as well as casting many many powerful spells in a row in order to drain himself of the power inside of him.

Niros is practically immortal, as a Shade he cannot be killed by conventional means, if he is killed as a normal human were to be killed he would simply fade for a time then reappear whole again. Before collecting even more spirits it would have taken a weapon of any kind into the heart to kill him. As it stands the only way to kill him now would be complete dismemberment and then those being burned till there is nothing left. That or finding a means to get the spirits trapped inside of him to be forcibly ejected, leaving behind just an empty husk with a barely conceived mind trapped inside. Until that happens, he cannot be killed, and will continue to exist, even if either of those were to happen, that which is still Niros has the ability and the knowledge to continue on as a spirit himself, and with that ability he would be at any point be able to find a suitable host and take over it, thereby possessing it and using it as he sees fit.

Niros has certain abilities left over to him from when he was a Elzden Wizard, the foremost being the ability to hypnotise or put people into a hypnotically induced state. It is something that he has come to perfect over the many eons of his life, and has reached a point where he no longer needs an object for a person to focus on, he can simply use his voice or have them stare into his eyes. With this ability it gives rise to the fact that his race, or certain members of his race had psychic capabilities, outside of magic. There is a wide range of what he can do with this ability, he can use it to interrogate, to pull information from people without harming them. He can also use this ability to draw memories certain events out of beings minds, they don’t even have to have the ability to speak, he can use his mind to access theirs. Lastly, and most likely the most dangerous thing, he can implant suggestions, or ideas, thoughts, or even memories that the being won’t have any idea of not being theirs. He can even put in a trigger inside a beings mind that if they hear a certain word, they will do a certain action, the person, unless strongly willed will have no other option but to do exactly as they have been suggested to do.

Invading the minds of others is now a talent Niros revels in, using the thousands of shrieking voices inside his mind as a battering ram and a bolster to help him invade others minds. Most minds are quite easy for him to get into, he doesn’t even bother using finesse, he just tosses all the screaming voices inside his own mind at whatever barriers and walls that have been erected and waits for them to crumble to dust. To those who are able to shut out the screams, he takes on a more enjoyable route, he picks and probes, then once he manages to find a niche, he attacks it with everything he has. He can even subvert his mind into more than one presence and uses that to his advantage by attacking from several different fronts.

Strengths: As a Shade Niros has much more strength and endurance than an ordinary being, with each added soul and spirit inside of him he becomes even stronger. Whereas before the war he had the strength of twenty men, he now has strength that lets him lift boulders with ease, smashing them just as easily. Stone and rock can be crushed into dust, steel and iron become glass in his hands easily snapped and shredded. He can run and and carry more than any human soldier, able to leap and jump three or four times as high soaring through the air without the aid of magic. When fighting either physically or with weapons he is able to fight faster and harder than normal mortal beings. His limbs can become blurs and the force behind his blows are strong enough to shatter bone and metal.

Unknown to any but a very select few, Niros has the magical capabilities to produce voidless lightning, a black streak of lightning that incinerates as well as cuts. Much like his half brothers ability to control, summon, and manipulate water this power is able to summing lightning, control already formed lightning, and also manipulate it to his will. While not as strong as Araglas’ elemental power it is a nice surprise that he has kept hidden for many many years.

Even Niros’ ability to cast magic has been enhanced, he can now almost cast endlessly simple spells, even more than one higher level spells but the more he casts the harder it is for him to stay in control, the more he has to put into his spell casting. Some spells will be effortless, a mere thought, while the more complex and dangerous spells will still take his time and concentration in order to cast. But unlike most magic users he can split his mind in order to do multiple tasks at once, be it casting multiple spells or speaking and casting at the same time.

Tactical and Military strategies as well as underhanded strategies have become the norm for Niros, using any and all things to fulfil his desires. He has become the ultimate weapon in furthering his Kingdom’s cause, he has the experience of every soul and spirit trapped inside of him, their knowledge, their experiences, he has access to them. He can tap into them, draw on that reservoir of knowledge and use it as he sees fit, he can access it a bit at a time or all at once, his mind is now capable of absorbing vast amounts of information at once and still being able to remain in control and stable.

Weaknesses: Niros would think he doesn’t have weaknesses, that he is beyond them, but he does, he is constantly making sure he is the one in control of his body, his mind, and that the thousands of screaming voices tapped inside of him are held in control. Sometimes this takes its toll on him and he can be short, and will kill without a second thought, a reaction to anything. His temper is at an all time high, and he doesn’t take failure or betrayal very well at all, with all that power he has gained it has come with no trials to make sure he can keep it. There are points where he will seem to mutter to himself, talking back to the voices inside of his mind, answering their cries or further aggravating them by snapping or jeering at them.

Normal weapons cannot be used by Niros, they shatter with his great strength, steel, iron, silver, gold, any normal type of metal cracks and splinters like wood and glass. Even his armour and clothing rip and tear with sudden movements if he isn’t careful, he has trouble keeping himself in check, he is still adjusting to how much pressure he can apply or how much he can move in a certain direction. While it might not be considered a weakness, it is an annoyance and also a tactical disadvantage if someone were able to watch him and notice it.

While he has greatly increased his magical capabilities, he is still in an Elzden body, which though much sturdier and more accepting of magical energies versus human bodies, it still has its limits. Those limits are currently being pushed and tested with the amount of souls and spirits he has absorbed. If he uses too much magical power, too much energy then there is not enough left inside of him to shore up the shields and barriers he has erected inside of him to allow him to hold and control all the spirits and souls there. This, and the shields and barriers would be considered a weakness, because if a being were to be able to sense them, to find out that they were there and then devise a way to counter those shields and barriers, Niros’ body would not be able to withhold all the spirits and souls, he would in a sense erupt with so much force and intensity that it would not be advised as a best plan, maybe a last resort if there was  no other way to kill him.

Weapons: Niros’ main weapon is indeed his magic, but that aside he can no longer use ordinary weapons made of normal ingots. Because of his superior strength he himself has made two weapons of his own design from a stone that is housed in the bowels of the Shadow Kingdom Palace. This stone is as black as night, and seems to suck in all light and colour, using his profane magics, and skills of he obtained from his time as a mortal he has fashioned himself two weapons.

The first weapon is sword, the blade as black as night and the pommel and hilt coloured a bright silvery white. At the end of the hilt is a clawed hand grasping a round black opal, just as black as the blade itself. The blade itself is infused with dark magics, the properties of the stone itself allowing it to block and or deflect simple or weak spells. It can also be used as a conductor for spells that Niros casts, much like a wand or a sceptre could be used. Because the blade is reinforced with magic and spells, used during its creation it will not break under Niros’ massive strength, allowing him to use it quite aptly in any given condition. The blade is sharp enough to wedge between armour, slice through crude iron and pierce steel at high speeds. Niros has given the sword a name, Light Drinker.

The second weapon is a spear, half a head taller than he is, made from the same stone, with the same spells imbued into its making as the sword. The spear though longer and thinner, is just as dangerous in his hands as the sword would be, and he is a master at wielding both. The blade itself on the spear is spelled to be able to cut through weaker spells and enchantments, and can also be used to funnel or turn spells back on their caster. At the butt of the spear there is a small groove in the base that if activated with a spell word will open and let out a chain, this chain has been spelled to be super heated at all times, adding to the danger of this weapon.

Hobbies: As a Shade, Niros doesn’t have the normal hobbies of a regular mortal being, he enjoys taking over Kingdoms, murder, mayhem, killing, gathering more power for himself, seeing his goals fulfilled and literally destroying anything and everyone in his way. More in depth he does frequently vanish for times to explore dangerous forgotten places that might hold some untold magic, or creature that he can subvert to his will. He also likes collecting dangerous tomes of dark and evil magic.

Abilities: Niros is a shade, and as such has the vaunted magical and physical capabilities of a Shade, much stronger than the average being, more intelligent, less apt to tiring either from over working or spell casting.

As an Elzden Sorcerer he has the psychic ability to lull beings into a trance, to read their thoughts without them fighting back, or to control them, or even influence them using certain words or phrases. He can even plant false thoughts or memories, even trigger words that would allow these beings to do something that they normally wouldn’t do such as kill themselves or someone specific, or slaughter anyone around them, even carry out a complicated task while seeming to be perfectly in control of their bodies.

With his new found power from the recent war, Niros has been trying to master a certain ability taught to him long ago by his Uncle, an Elzden Sorcerer, a mad an evil man. This ability allows his mind to focus on a part of any beings body and then using his mind alone unravel it like a piece of fabric, or to tear it like a piece of parchment. It isn’t anywhere near as precise for that, as his experiments have mostly consisted of him splintering bones and destroying muscles, he hasn’t fine tuned it to the point of being able to kill them with just his mind. With more practice he might be able to do so, but he finds himself enjoying the screams when a muscles ruptures or a bone cracks and splinters like glass.

Summoning and controlling void lightning is a unique ability that Niros has had since he was an Elzden Sorcerer, gained by favour to the Dark Shadows he worshipped at the time, this ability has long since been a guarded secret, only those he trusts explicitly are allowed to know of this power. This void lightning is able to cut through most things, as well as burn and incinerate wood and even skin on contact. Turned towards metals and alloys it tends to super heat whatever is inside the metal or completely destroy the metal.

Pets: Niros does not have any pets, not in the normal sense, if asked he would consider the entire Shadow Kingdom, and its inhabitants his pets, to do with as he pleased. His most recent pet is Shamus Firenox.

Relatives: Alkeron ‘Araglas’ Manore - Half Brother - Deceased (as far as he knows)

Loved One: Love is not a concept that he understands, pleasure is something much easier to have and understand.

Companions (friends): Fantayzius Destrous, Hoshrah (dead),

History: Jonis Eit Monore Monoske was born of the same mother as Alkeron ‘Araglas’ Monore, but of a different father, a man whom he grew up with wanting to be called ‘Uncle’. Jonis was born a year before Alkeron, and by the time his half brother was born was already showing the promises of being an amazing Elzden Wizard. Marked already by the Goddess by his silvery white hair, the same as hers, he could already manipulate and ‘play’ with magic by the age of two. At the age of five summers he was taken from his family, and he was cloistered away like all the other initiates, chosen to give his life to the Goddess to serve her as she chose for him. Even at such a young age he held such power in him, able to manipulate and conduct the magical energies of the world around him. He studied, as all the other initiates did, at the temple, learning the ways of the Goddess, of the Elzden, their magics, their abilities, psychic or magical, he even was taught martial means, proving himself by the age of ten summers to be proficient with a sword, and by fifteen summers more than proficient with a spear. He was a model acolyte to the Goddess, devout in his ways, using his powers to help others, to guide others so that they too may understand and perceive the Goddess in their own ways.

In the summer of his sixteenth year, his Uncle spirited him away from the Temple cloisters, basically kidnapping him under false pretences. His Uncle took him from the Elzden capital, up into the mountains and then down into the belly of those mountains where he had been excavating something for some time. Jones learned that his men had been killed by something, and that his Uncle couldn’t just leave their souls there to wander. For in the Elzden belief, the dead are not truly at rest until their remains are dealt with, if they aren’t burned or buried there is a chance their spirit may wander the lands. So it was under these pretences that Jonis accompanied his Uncle deep into the Mountain, and then was trapped there, in a dark room, the only source of light a black flame lit by his Uncle before he sealed him in. It was then that Jonis learned his Uncle was a Sorcerer, a fallen Elzden Wizard, turned to the blacker arts, death and destruction instead of healing and guidance. But it was also in this room that Jonis first heard the whispers, the whispers from the dark, so keen, so happy to have someone to hear them.

He resisted them at first, meditating and allowing himself to find peace and acceptance in his situation. But then his Uncle stopped feeding him, and started tormenting him with shadow fiends, spirits trapped in shadow forms that wanted to feed off the blood of the living. Wounded, hungry, and going slightly mad Jonis finally listened to the whispering after three months of his own personal hell. But the voices changed him, they gave him strength, their voices became his food, his sustenance, his water, he fed off those whispers and grew strong. After a month of feeding on these whispers, he broke the seal upon the door his Uncle had placed, and took his place as his Uncles apprentice. He learned many dark and secret arts from his Uncle, he honed and trained his ability to mesmerise people into a weapon. It was on his twentieth summer, the year that made him an adult in the eyes of his country and religion, that he was gifted with the void lightning. The whispers of the dark reached into him, like cold ice, filling his veins with fire, then ice, burning and freezing until they reached his heart. It was like waking up, after a long sleep, to feel the strength in his muscles, his fingers, his toes, his limbs. And casting his hand to the wall of the cave carved into his his name using the void lightning.

After that Niros spent less and less time listening and studying beneath his Uncle, and spending more and more time listening to the whispers, the voices, the ones calling out to him from the darkness. On his twenty-second birthday, he was given another gift from the voices, the soft whispering in the darkness, they gave him a magical tome, black, dark, made of old leather, bound with animal sinew. He studied it day and night, going over the spidery language on the inside, learning spells so horrific not even his Uncle would dare to look into the book. It was in the middle of his Twenty-second year that his Uncle once again irrevocably changed his life again. He’d slowly started coming unhinged by the fact that Jonis was chosen by the voices, upset that he was being overlooked and jealous over the power his son was gaining. He stole the book that Jonis had been given, and found a ritual that would make Jonis listen to him and him alone. So he started the ritual, saying nothing to Jonis until he lured him into place by planting his book in the middle of a magic circle, and when he stepped in, Jonis was trapped, unable to escape as the ritual started and his Uncle began chanting. The whispering grew louder and louder, the world started shattering around Jonis until he was surrounded by utter and complete darkness, the whispering all around him until it was all he could hear, and he went insane. His mind shattered and that was the exact moment his Uncle forced all the spirits he could gather inside his son, and sealed them inside to create a Shade, the most forbidden form of magic that had been outlawed by the Elzden. But back then they weren’t known as Shades, they were called Nok, which means “without soul”, and that was the day Niros was born.

But what Jonis’ uncle had not counted on, was the power that Jonis had acquired and how during the spell he had made a deal to give himself completely over to the spirits, if they let him kill his Uncle. And so, the moment the spell was ended, Jonis killed his very first human, slaying his father with the void lightning he had been gifted with, and that his father had coveted. It was then he chose a new name, searching through all the memories of the souls within him, and created the name Niros. And he set about creating a new identity for himself, in doing so, he formed a barrier in his mind, he created this new self, and was able to hold the madness of the spirits at bay. It was in this way he maintained the stability he needed in order to put himself back into the world, to become part of the Elzden society again. It took him time, and it took great patience learning to act normal, to be an Elzden, he no longer looked the same, pale, platinum hair, sharper features, red eyes. He was not the same acolyte who had been taken so long ago by his father, he was much more, so and so much more dangerous. He integrated himself into life again, managing to procure a small fortune from an old dowager by pretending to be her long lost nephew. He was able to glean information from her mind to fool practically everyone who had come to see him, to disprove who he was. When the dowager passed, he took the money and set up a small shop, dealing in books, rare, magical, non-magical, and commonplace, his way of being able to stay up to date on anything happening.

This was how he learned of the war with another nation, another Kingdom, and how things had changed, how his half brother had risen through the ranks and was now one of the most accomplished Tacticians and Elzden Wizards there ever was. His connection to The Goddess was unrivalled and Niros went insane with jealousy, he locked himself in his basement and destroyed everything around him. He started following his brother’s exploits, learned where he’d go, what he’d done, who he spoke with and why. He fuelled the Clerics and Wizards who disliked him by spreading whispers, rumours that marked him as untrustworthy. He learned of his companionship with a Warrior named Araglas, how people spoke of them, and how protected he was by Alkeron. This was information that Niros could use, and he did, he pulled strings, and persuaded favours from others, and he managed to get his brother and his companion sent out on patrol together. All would have been routine, but it was not, Niros had paid soldiers to turn, diplomats and Wizards to rebel, to start a coup, he wanted to seize power and he would do so by any means. He even sent out information to the warring nation that Alkeron and Araglas would be out in a patrol, it was he who commanded they be slaughtered. And with the throw of the dice, it was also him who killed two nations in one action, he had no way of knowing how Alkeron would react, how he would wipe out one nation with a tsunami, and then return home only to do the same. Niros himself would have died in the watery destruction if he had not been protected by the shadows, the whispering who altered him, who shielded him and hid him until Alkeron had vanished, consumed by madness and grief.

But unlike his brother, Niros didn’t sleep, he didn’t hide after the destruction of his people, his nation, he walked the land, he rose from the watery depths and he continued his existence, planning, moving, sticking to the shadows. He moved through time watching ages fall and rise, he stuck to the shadows, allowing himself small liaison’s into the world, of meddling here or there to tip certain scales. His mind always on his ultimate goal, to find his brother and kill him, to destroy him for taking away what had rightfully been his, his Kingdom, their people. And as time moved forward Niros adapted, he shifted, he changed, he learned new magics, but he never forgot the old, when the lands shifted and changed and cataclysms came and went he managed to stay protected, shielded by his whispering voices, the darkness that was now completely and utterly his home. He became that which darkness sought out, he became the voice that whispered into the night, leeching into the minds of the weak, to make them strong, to drive them mad, he was the one who spoke the words, the forbidden thoughts. And when the land was split again, new ages past, and a new one before him, he felt a change, he felt his brother for the first time in a long time. The voices inside him clamouring for his destruction, for vengeance, and he pushed himself out into the world. He found himself in a dark and evil Kingdom, and he set root there, much to his amusement, the Kingdom stood over where the mountain his Uncle had taken him too once stood, the castle itself built over the remains of his Uncles bones.

And so he put himself to work, he worked his way into the Kingdom, then the castle, whispering, touching, sliding his way closer and closer to the throne. So close to what he has always wanted, the power, the Kingdom, his own Kingdom, but more than that, the voices inside him were now speaking with one voice, a unified voice calling out for freedom and he knew he could answer it. He needed the Shadow Kingdom so he could release the chorus of the voice, that shadowy power that was trapped in the darkness. And so he pulled strings, he made war, he advised King after King, he stayed, un-aging, waiting for his chance, waiting for the ripe moment when he would be able to make that subtle movement. And when it came, he didn’t hesitate, and in doing so, he got all that he had wished for, he killed his brother, slaughtered him with his own hands. He started a war, a battle lost soon after but the war was not over, it had just started, and all the pieces of the board were moving into place, just exactly as he had planned. And now he waits, more powerful than ever, more dangerous than ever, he waits to exact his final plan, the plan to let loose the darkness. To free the voice trapped there, the Dark God that called to him, that protected him, to cast its shadow over all lands, all oceans, to blot out all light in the world. He was waiting for that precise moment when all his plans would come to fruition, and he could sit there, on his throne, and watch it happen.

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2009-07-28 [The Dizzy Raven]: and Alkeron is now dead thanks to him >< lol

2015-10-02 [The Dizzy Raven]: oooohhhh mmyyyy fucckkiinnngg goooodddd ahahahhaaaaa xD I am sitting here laughing, amused that so much is here to read and laughed harder out of insanity that it because "OVER 9000!!" in the history section. omg I love it so much xD

2015-10-02 [Araglas]: I may have really gotten into creating a real bi and we'll,,,>.> I nope he's alright xD

2015-10-03 [Draymond]: I do applaud you for your thoughtfulness and creativity.  This makes for an amazing character. But to be honest, there's no character in this RPG who would hope to destroy this level of character. He's very powerful. I'll leave the likes of him of Alkeron.

2015-10-03 [Araglas]: XD oh no I highly suspect that Draygun would be able to put him in his place, though now I'm a bit worried I've made him too powerful >.>

2015-10-03 [The Dizzy Raven]: I know Sylvanus could ;)

Sole reason why he is there xD

2015-10-03 [The Dizzy Raven]: None of my other characters could dream of knocking him out hahahahaa

2015-10-03 [Araglas]: Lol wow, I guess I made the ultimate villain then >.> not sure if I should be prouder not xD

2015-10-03 [Draymond]: He is exactly what we need, I think. 

I have this silly image of Sylvanus and Draygun playing rock paper scissors to see who gets a go at him. LoL

2015-10-03 [Araglas]: Ahaha that would be glorious xD

2015-10-04 [The Dizzy Raven]: Sylvanus would do that actually xD

2015-10-04 [The Dizzy Raven]: when he's in the right mood, but since this occurs after a certain event, he should be in a more cheerful mood most of the time

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