I'm not entirely sure if this fits in with the concept of your RP but here goes
Name: Razzim Dufay
Nationality: Gypsy Blood. Family have long since cast off their original nations having a long line of gypsy heritage.
Standing: For the Mekian empire. At least for one purpose that he cares about.
Profession: Thief/ criminal
Appearance: Standing at just five and a half foot tall, with a not particularly muscular physique Razzim doesn’t make for an intimidating sight. He should be fairly handsome, strong jaw line, charming smile, beaming dark green eyes, unkempt dirty blond hair falling to his shoulders giving him a ruggish look. I say ‘should’ be handsome. Razzim would be, and indeed was considered so but not anymore. His skin is almost grey in complexion, giving him a very unhealthy appearance. Perhaps unconnected, perhaps not but wherever this man walks a soft smell of earth follows him. Apart from this striking difference his only other noticeable feature is a small scar on the right hand side of his upper lip that stands a clear white against the grey of his skin.
Clothing wise Razzim wears the clothes of his tribe, grey woollen trousers, a fancy white shirt and a tatty brown thin leather suede style jacket. He also wears a red neckerchief and black gloves. Oh and brown walking boots.
-Suede satchel bag
-Backpack with bedroll, small cooking pot, stand for said pot, spare clothes, wash kit.
-Trusty crow bar (his only weapon)
-Lock pick set
-Wallet with 8 taylors (stolen)
Personality: Razzim used to be your typical young lad. Reckless, fun loving, going on ‘wild’ adventures with his friends, using his looks and charming smile to woo any women he met. Razzim was a real ‘jack the lad’ by every meaning of the word. He was always so cheerful and happy. Hey, when you could impress any girl you want by putting a seed in your hand and turning it into a rose before her very eyes who wouldn’t be?
Things changed after the ‘incident’. Since that day Razzim has been forced to a life he never knew possible. Stealing, living off the streets, scaring, even hurting people in order to survive. Because of what he has become Razzim is reluctant to become involved with people on a social level, fear to touch them or for them to even see his unhealthy skin. Below that reluctance the man of his past still remains, just waiting for someone to break past that barrier and welcome him into their life.
Then of course, there’s his thirst for revenge. That is after all, his reason for living. Make that Bludist sect pay for what they did to him. Make Xephamor pay for using him like some mindless beast. They ruined his life. It’s only fair he did the same.
Magick: Initially elemental. Now sorta arcane. Due to the experiments by the Bludist sect Razzim’s initial affinity for nature that arose from his gypsy heritage has been
-Touch of decay: Where once his touch would have brought life and perhaps have been developed to heal now it can only destroy. Whenever his hand touches a living thing it starts to infect it with poison and disease. A flower will wither and die within a matter of moments. For humans the effect is far less noticeable. The average person will not feel the effects immediately but holding onto them for a couple of minutes will start to leave them feeling weak and sickened. Prolonged exposure to his touch will worsen the effect, leading to symptoms just as vomiting, coughing up blood, skin paling as blood flow is lessened. Eventually (after say.... 10 minutes?) The contact will result in unconsciousness in which death will soon follow from further contact. Recovery from this illness takes a number of hours equal to the number of minutes of contact they had with Razzim (give or take)
-Harrowing Fire: Somehow the experiments performed on Razzim have allowed him to create fire in his hands and manipulate it, allowing him to produce bursts of flame. This fire is unusual in the sense that it will only burn organic materials but at a faster rate than that of normal fire. The fire also burns white.
-Corpse eater: By laying his hands on a corpse Razzim can cause the remaining flesh to decay away prematurely. By doing this he can heal any wounds he has and can prolong potentially dangerous effects such as poisons, starvation or thirst.
Hobbies: Hobbies? What is a criminal freak show that can’t touch people meant to do with his time? On a side note he is rather fond of coin tricks.
History: Razzim was born to a gypsy tribe, just another son to a long line of the nomad group. Life there was wonderful. Razzim was content, he had everything, popularity, charm, some kick ass plant growing power that meant the ladies (and less importantly his own tribe) love and respect him. However travelling near Xephamor he was using his powers to charm some local tail when he attracted the wrong sort of attention. In the following few days he was taken from his tribe in the dead of night. He can’t remember how or what happened to them. He hasn’t seen them since.
The Bludist sect that has taken him did terrible things to him with their dark magicks. All Razim could tell was that they wanted what he had, wanted to adapt it. He didn’t know and didn’t care. He was angry and scared.
One day they opened his cell and threw in a young woman. He knew her, from his tribe. He tried to talk to her but that wasn’t part of the plan. The Bludist’s used their magick to make him lay his hands on her head. He couldn’t understand why but hell, what harm could it do. So he didn’t resist, placed his hands firmly on her forhead while talking to her, asking her about the tribe, what she remembered, assuring her she would be ok. After a few minute he noticed she was starting to seem ill. He didn’t notice it before. After a few more minutes she didn’t look well at all. She started vomiting, coughing up blood. Her breath was coming out in rasping wheezes. Razzim tried to remove his hands from her but their magick prevented him. He watched as whatever illness she had took her before his eyes. Watched as her corpse decayed faster than he had ever thought possible before him. This happened again and again, every day a new member of his tribe died under his palm. And then the fire started burning. It is safe to say t hat the fire was not predicted by the Bludists and their lack of preparation enabled him to escape.
Razzim had to become a criminal. He could no longer be the man he once was. He couldn’t touch anyone, anything that was alive. And he looked... dead. He had to stay below the radar, out of their reach until he could take his revenge. Where could he go to escape the reaches of the Xephamor Bludists? That answer was easy. The one place they wouldn’t go. Mek.
Theme: Dissapear- Bullet For My Valentine
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