Name: Valas Delrune
Affiliation: Balance of the universe(?)
Skills/magic/abilities: Shadow related... stuff.
Appearance: Valas, The Shadowmancer.
His eyes are not red, they are actually completely black. An after-effect of an intense magical backlash.Skull mask.
A trophy of war, crafted from steel and bone and imbued with powerful darkness.
Atop his head lay a long dark hair, that twists and writhes like individual snakes cascading down his back, infused with the same corruptive shadow magic that permeated him. A crown made of old and very worn out gold rests atop his head and over his mask, shaped like bones, with 5 finger-bones curling from the front to the middle of his head like a royal crown. Each 'finger' holds a blade diamond at the base.
Starting equipment: "The iron dead."
A staff crafter from steel, bone, and ash wood. The staff emits two seperate flames from the eye sockets. A purple flame from the right, and a blue flame from the left. Endlessly spewing forth but burning nothing. He can will them to illuminate or simply extinguish.
Valas has no need for anything beyond his robes, the mask, and the staff.
Personality: Despite the fearsome and often terrifying reality that is the living nightmare that walks, twisted by the very magic some say created it from the depths of the darkest pits of hell, Valas is a very calm person. Vicious describes him best when he is threatened or trapped, but more often he is but a mere prophet that whispers of a Demonic conqueror and his evil sword.
His words fall on death ears.
They fled from him. Screamed for mercy. Took up arms and tried to chase him from their towns and cities. Warriors and mages across the realms hunted him without mercy. He showed those brave fools the same treatment.
Still he wanders, in search of the dark vision that has haunted him in the nights.
History: Talented. Brash. Headstrong. Arrogant. All the usual trappings of a mage with skill. It was not enough that he had the skill become a master of the arts, he wanted more. To be stronger than even the masters. His desire for knowledge led him to blood magic in secret, where he practiced for years without his masters knowledge.
He knew now that he should never have tried something so foolish.
Always in his studies, Valas had felt a subtler essence of magic beyond arcane and further from blood magic. It was a twisted spawn of both but he did not know that then. One night during an experiment to tap into the very essence of blood magic and fuse it with raw energy. The result was an explosion that incinerated everything in his study and warped everything else in its path, including Valas who had barely enough time to scream as the two opposite magics battled out for supremacy inside of him.
When the magic had settled, his body had taken a dark unnatural shade to his formally pale skin.
Slowly he watched the newfound magic he had stumbled upon in his desperation to shield himself from the negative backlash seep out like smoke. Slowly drifting endlessly outward but never stopping. Even many years later it still continues to seep out with no sign of stopping. Valas fled the tower shortly before the guards had arrived. Believing that he had simply been incinerated in a foolish attempt to fuse opposite magics. They still do not know the identity of the 'shadowmancer king' that wanders the roads of the world.
Starting point: TBA
(The Songs aren’t a requirement, just a fun little thing you can do if you want.)
Theme song: No place for heroes.
If I'm not mistaken, Zel has talked to you about my CS right Blood Lord? It's concept and the idea of magic that shapes him instead of the other way around? Not the shapeshifting way but by tiny little features. Dark skin, whispy hair, dark black eyes, and the permeating black smoke. etc etc. Hope it looks good!