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Scarvy
06-14-2011, 01:52 AM
And here goes my lovely creations~
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Name: Vaendur Sagori
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Pale Master

Appearance: Fairly tall, at 6'1", but almost sickeningly thin. Through his necromancy, he's almost become an undead himself, barely needing nutrition or sleep to support himself. Vaendur is deathly pale, with shockingly vibrant blue eyes that heavily contrast against his face and mid-neck length blackened hair. If one were to actually see his left arm, they'd notice something absolutely frightening about it: it's skeletal. Through his art, Vaendur removed his own arm and grafted the arm of a corpse onto his body in it's place. This arms allows for special abilities (Listed below under abilities) and an even deeper connection with the undead.

Attire: A tattered cloak which covers most of his body, creating the illusion that he is a shapeless being. The hood of the cloak is typically up when he is not alone, due to the response of the general public at his appearance. Underneath the cloak he is almost always wearing a vest of bonemail (Detailed explanation further on) over a black tunic, which is his only protection while not prepared for battle.

Personality: Vaendur isn't what you would call a friendly person. He'd much rather be alone or accompanied only by his undead accomplices. Though that doesn't mean he's antisocial, he'd just rather deal with those who will listen to him and follow his orders. He's blunt when it comes to making a point, and rather not waste time pondering over petty thoughts. He has cast aside useless emotions such as regret, envy, guilt, and greed. he does what he does, and what has happened has happened.

First Impressions: Due to Vaendur's constant dealing with the deceased, he has an almost deathly aura around him. The majority of people get a feeling of uneasiness while near Vaendur. Most are taken aback by his deathly appearance, some even cursing at him and wishing his kind would remove themselves from the face of the world. Vaendur is constantly turned away from inn, taverns, shops, and other places of business. While he isn't exactly a 'bad person', his dealings with the deal give him a horrid reputation.

Strength: In all honesty, Vaendur isn't that powerful when it comes to physical strength. He isn't weak either, but he no stronger than the avereage man of his age. He relies on his skill with a blade and his magic to deal with enemies that he encounters.

Speed: Vaendur is surpringly agile for a man of his build, but it's nothing spectacular. Most of his ability to dodge and parry comes from practice and skill, and not due to natural ability. AS far as actual running speed, Vaendur is fairly slow. He's never been one to rush, instead taking his time and being cautious of his surroundings.

Reflexes: Normally they'd be quite good, but after he summons a few undead, his reflexes slow due to the mental strain caused by controlling his minions in battle. When he doesn't have his undead to worry about, though, his reflexes greatly improve, as long as he is focused.

Endurance: As with his strength, his endurance isn't all that great either. He's rather frail, actually. he can take a few hits, but after that, he's practically done for.

Fighting Style: Being a Pale Master, Vaendur is an adept in the arts of necromancy. Being able to raise and summon the dead, he uses his minions to take care of his foes, only personally taking up arms when necessary. When that is the case, he battles with a lightweight longsword; he fights with finesse rather than brute strength, like that of a fencer. If the opprotunity arises, he'll strike with his undead graft, which causes horrendous effects to befall upon it's victim.

Weapon: Vaendur carries a very simplistic steel longsword across his back. It's fairly lightweight at the cost of it's durability, but he rarely needs to use it anyways. Other than that, he has a dagger which is is attached to the back of his belt, hidden away for surpise attacks.

Armor: The majority of Vaendur's armor is made out of bone. While that may not be unusual for some people, the factor that sets his armor from the rest is the fact that most of it is made out out of human bones. The first layer of his body armor is a bone mail, which is a series of small circular rings made of bone that were magically linked to each other. Above that is a large ribcage that covers his chest. While the gabs between the ribs provide weak point to stabbing/thrusting blades, it reduces the weight of his armor.

Abilities:
Summon Undead: Vaendur is able to summon three undead creatures (Skeletons, ghosts, wraiths, zombies, etc) per day. This summoning does not require any sort of corpse or spirit to be present, intead the undead simply manifests before him from another location.. The undead follows his command, due to being already risen by him and stored away.

Raise Dead: Vaendur may raise anything that may be a corpse, human or not. The fresher to corpse, the easier, as their soul may still linger. hwever, there may be some resistance from the undead. If they prove to have a stronger will than Vaendur, they may just run amok. He can use this ability ten times a day.

Undead Graft: Using his attached arm, Vaendur can use any of the following abilities five times a day, as long as the arm makes contact with his foe:
---Paralyzing Touch: The foe is paralyzed, or partially paralyzed, depending on how great of a grip Vaendur grabbed them with (A brush may render a limb useless, while actually grabbing the enemy could cause them to collapse for a period of time).
---Weakening Touch: The foe is weakened, which is generally dizziness and fatigue. The dizziness wears off, but the fatigue remains unless the victim gets rest.
---Degenerative Touch: The point of contact begins to literally rot away. The tighter the grip, the deeper the rot (Brushing an entire arm would cause widespread rot, but shallow, while gripping a forearm would create a deep isolated rot). The wound is not permanent, healing like any other wound (Which obviously takes time).

History: *To be typed at a later date...*