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[Drakan]

This topic is for everyone's participation, what I am hoping to get here is the gist/summary of who you are IC, where you came from, how you became what you became and what kind of character you are. This is for you people out there who don't like to or maybe don't have the time to write long stories portraying the path which your character walked upon and for the ones that did to give a generalisation of their stories(,this can also be for those not bothered about reading through everyone elses.)

Basically I think that this would be a great reference tool when going out killing with someone you may not have RPed with before and gets the ball rolling for those that you have or will be with regularly. Do extend your feedback, but try to keep your RP story all together, editing your initial post if changes need to be implemented.

The Drakan Vargas Story: Revised and Edited

•   Born of Norse Origin, named Drallen Vandrad
•   Born with a strange taint. An unpredictable darkened soul
•   Discovers through an ‘Incident’ in his youth that when death seems completely inevitable that he blacks out in a blood frenzy and violently slaughters his enemies
•   He also has the ability to absorb the very souls of his fallen enemies, consuming their strength and fortitude to increase his own
•   Grows to become a merciless Norse warrior, renowned amongst the ranks of his tribe
•   As he grows ever stronger and the death toll escalates a hideous curse to this magnificent gift is made abundantly clear. As he claims more and more souls, voices from beyond the condemned void start to whisper to him, filling his head with murderous intent and loathing
•   The only way to quell these voices is to seek the fervour of battle and so Drallen Vandrad becomes more and more involved in combat and war, even slaughtering the innocent to quieten the blighted voices of the damned.
•   On the brink of insanity Drallen Vandrad’s attention turns towards the North lands, the only place he could seek eternal rest for the atrocities he had caused
•   Takes a band of mercenaries across the waters of the Frozen Sea to the lands of Chaos upon receiving information of the whereabouts of a notorious Chaos Lord, to claim his head and the huge bounty placed upon it.
•   Meets on the battlefield against a small band of the Anti Sanctus Chaotica’s finest, heading the ranks of many cultists and lesser warriors.
•   They put up a great battle against the ASC, but a futile one and are quickly overrun by the sheer numbers of the enemy forces
•    Drallen and a handful of survivors are taken to the head of the force to be executed
•   Upon bearing witness to the bloody execution of his father, Drallen’s cursed gift takes hold and in a violent frenzy he slaughters the aspiring champion and another Chosen before being grounded by the Chaos Lord.
•   Howling madly, Drallen Vandrad overwhelmingly consumes the two fallen souls and with them their dark blessings. Reincarnation.
•    Upon observing this strange talent and the distinct emitting glow of the Tzeentchian markings placed upon him the Chosen believes him to have found favour in the eyes of the Raven God and sends him to the Sanctum Desecratus Custodis to be inspected further.
•    Upon reaching the outer regions of the Sanctum, the High Pass, Drallen is greeted by Tchar'zek Ravenwing(a Zealot of the ASC) and set a challenge to survive the uninhabitable environment and savage beasts contained within before gaining entry.
•   He passes the test, blacking out several times throughout the course
•   Gains admittance and is tested by the Dark Lords before the ceremony can begin. If he is to join the ranks of the ASC then he is to be reborn into Chaos, killed so that he may live in eternal darkness
•   Chants are heard and verses of the black book spoken aloud in the dark tongue, Kutulu Xul steps forward and plunges his mighty sword into the heart of the new recruit, slaying him where he stands.
•    Dark winds surround the body and screeching daemons whirl about, from amidst the Chaos one form is prominent and takes likeness of the deceased with huge raven wings set upon its back. This creature lifts the corpse and then a darkened flash ensues covering the entire hall. When the mist clears there stands the form of the previous host, alive with glowing blood-red eyes.
•   Kutulu questions the daemon now controlling this host but gains no further information.
•   The host simply calls itself Drakan Vargas

The Drakan Vargas Life Cycle

•   Drakan Vargas becomes a great warrior of Chaos and is taught the language of the Dark Tongue so that he might better understand the voices in his head and heed their guidance.
•   Rises to the rank of General within the ranks of the ASC.
•   The fall of Tchar'zek Ravenwing, now given the name of Tchar'zek Ravenscorn or the scorned of Tzeentch.
•   Drakan Vargas has a vision bestowed directly from Tzeentch and leaves the Sanctum on an unknown journey.
•   Kutulu Xul is weary of this sudden departure and so decides keeps a spy on hand. The Zealot assuming the form of a raven familiar.
•   Drakan Vargas, Tchar'zek Ravenscorn and a handful of Chaos warriors disappear soon after leaving, for a number of years no sign of them is to be found.
•   The return of the forgotten. Word of the return of two members of the ASC reaches the halls of the Sanctum. Rumors circulate of a Zealot and a Chosen of Tzeentch ravaging the Northlands.
•   Kutulu Xul issues for the two to be brought in.
•   Kutulu is amazed at the difference in the two of them. Drakan Vargas is now one of Tzeentch's Chosen warriors and Ravenscorn has gained the ability to shapeshift between the form of a Raven and his human self. Both of their powers have increased exponentially.
•   Drakan Vargas gains the attentions of Astranax, The Soul Eater and is granted entry to ranks of The Raven Guard. The ASC's Elite bodyguards.
•   Becomes known as the Change Bringer or the bringer of change.

Useful Facts

•   This daemon was watching over the host for his entire life, pulling the strings but bided it’s time to take control when the time was right.
•   The blackouts were when the daemon felt the host was threatened and so it stepped in to clean up the mess
•   The soul consuming ability is this daemon’s unique talent which is the key to harnessing a weapon of great power. Drakan Vargas’ soul thirsting daemon blade.
•   It is still unknown as to where and what happened in the years of their disappearance, only that they are now almost inseparable.
•   The fall of Tchar'zek Ravenscorn(an alt of mine) will be fleshed in due course.
•   Drakan Vargas no longer blacks out as his tainted soul has merged with that of the daemon and they now work together to better the cause of Chaos and the wills of Tzeentch.
•   The mannerisms of Drakan Vargas display a focused and task driven personality, however he loves the fervour of battle and quickly becomes a merchant of death when faced off against. Slaughtering as many as he can whenever he can.

[Drak-Shal]

A fascinating classic of Daemonic possession, I applaud.  Here is my tale of origins...
     Young Burias grew up an orphan in Middenheim, his parents were both killed by an invading chaos horde.  He was taken in by the local Bright wizard and learned of the basics of magic at a young age.  On his 15th birthday he became overtly ambitious and he attempted a spell far beyond his powers.  Amongst the maelstrom of swirling Chaotic energies a daemon of the warp found his mind open to oblivion and clawed its way into his head.
     That daemon was named Drak-Shal, and throughout the remainder of Burias' sanity he would whisper unearthly knowledge and secrets into his soul.  Burias gained his first mark of chaos at the age of 19 by form of a third eye, he tried as best he could to hide it from the rest of the villagers who were  swept up in Imperial propaganda and witch burning fervor but his own master sensed it and attempted to utilize magic to destroy him.  That was a fatal mistake for the daemon nestled in Burias' heart was alone far more powerful than any mortal wizard and so he turned the mans' own flames against him and the town, that small village in Middenheim burned with arcane fire for a fortnight before expiring.
     Burias was stricken by the loss of his home and so turned to the north, always north, where he took refuge in the chaos wastes.  Ravens tracked his every step until he came upon a great monument of Tzeentch, it was a misshapen and eternally twisting tower of magical stone and atop its summit lay a chained book.  Burias-Drak'Shal climbed the steps with silent intent, his feet guided by destiny as he avoided every malign dweomer protecting the great peak.  When he reached the book it slewed from its chains like liquid and then reformed in his hands, he opened it and chaos energy burst forth into his eyes blinding him and enlightening him at once.
     He stalked forth into the chaos wastes slaying all life in his presence with daemonic flames until he arrived at the gates of the Sanctum Desecrata Custodes.  The disciples of ASC took him in seeing his potential and took him to the mages quarters where he was encased in a suit of daemon flesh armor befitting a magus.  He honed his arts under the harsh tutelage of Lord Noir, a formidable sorcerer himself.  He was then gifted with the power of reincarnation and so he came to be a loyal magus of the Anti Sanctus Chaotica.

[Akolyte01]

Akolyte Draugrhyrr the Scarred (Marauder.)

+Unknown parentage
+Born in a small empire village in Nordland
+Village sacked and burned by a band of ASC when he was around 2 years old
+Entire village slaughtered
+All thought dead until Akolyte appeared crawling from a burning building, completely wreathed in flame
+Rescued by an ASC member as an experiment to grow him into a devoted killing machine
+Raised merely to be a weapon, totally inhuman with no emotions but hate, rage, and a single fear
+Completely terrified by fire
+Grew to enormous stature
+Covered head to toe in burn scars
+Totally hairless
+Shiny burns freeze expression in a perpetual hate filled grimace

Note, if you have any interest in being the "benefactor" in my back story, (and have me be your crazed minion,) send me a tell.

[gorkus]

ok ill wright a small sumary of a few things i have in wrighting allready about my charecter


Gorkus

Grew as a spore from a unknown battle with the empire
Hatched and killed all other spores in area acept for Mobbrilock who grew next to him so that none could rize bigger then him
Named himself Gorkus because he believes he is above the Gods so his greenskin logic told him to add us to the end of Gork
Has traveled and been in many Orc clans/tribes
Also has been in maney battles (eg. The Flood a Rp story, and there are more for other storys)
Lost Mobbrilock while hunting and asumed dead
Last tribe in befor USC he became Warboss of after killing previouse Warboss in the middle of a battle
Lost his army of Orcs to a dragon
Became a Dragon killer after defeating the dragon and kept one of his teeth as proff
Went Rogue and met Da Convincer Gorlag Facebasha who introduced him to the Unholy Legion
Served under there command for a few years
Found Mobbrilock who joined the ASC
Was given the task of guarding a secret vault
Formed the Blood packt with Mobbrilock and a few others who to guarded the vault
The rest is in the makeing realy

[Mnevis]

Mnevis..


the original Bull God Orc of myth and legend,  from darkend lands of eons past and times long gone, reincarnate of the 1st and 2nd realm wars, where huge magical Bulls roamed free on the land, and then the humans came, and were the true masters..., for a time.

The Bull Gods were so huge that the ground rumbled when ever one was enchanted and near. With earth magic they transformed their already stong bodys into incredible huge beasts of powerful brawn and might. But they were also smart creatures who were full of heart and love for the land they roamed,  and the battle axe they weilded. That they trusted man once was their only downfall. For man was a cunning vile creature without a soul who tricked the Bull Gods into thinking the Orcs were their true enemy, by placing stolen banners of the Orc onto the dead carcases of the Bulls and leaving them for the Bull Gods to find. Thus the 1st realm wars between the Bull Gods and the Orcs was a bloody one...

Man didnt know however of a certain young Black Orc named Mnevis, who had befriended the leader of the Bull Gods by saving his life,  and almost losing his own during the 1st realm war. And so the Bull God, as a gift of graditude, taught the earth magic to the young but already large Orc Mnevis. But try as he will, it took years to produce a positive result, as Black Orcs are not usually gifted in the ways of the occult. And the gift was special in that it could only be given by a Bull God leader, and then only once in a lifetime. Throughout the years that followed only war existed for all, and while Mnevis had many battle victorys, he was also treated as an outcast by some of his own clan, and often hated and mistrusted by the remaining Bull Gods. Why?  Because he was different.  He wasnt supposed to have powers. And by the gift of earth magic, his intelligence grew which made him stand out even further from the others of his clan. So different than ANY of them,  and so misunderstood, he withdrew into seclusion rather than kill his own kind. Only the true powers of Anti Sanctus Chaotica allowed him to focus. He had the ability to become enchanted with RAGE from the earth magic, to grow in power and might whenever he became angry. And he was angry often...

Then came word af a place in the north called Norsca, where it was said that some of the Bull Gods still lived. Mnevis headed in that direction.

[Mahk Noir]

The first player to do enough research to answer these inquiries about my character for me shall win the lifetime Not Being Tortured By Lord M. Noir Unless It's Consented To By Both Parties Award. A rare honor that would be.

[Muhani]

Muhani the Abbot


Born into a prosperous family living in Altdof, Friedich Odan(his birth name) grew up in the Temple of Sigmar. About the age of 10 he began to devote his life to the teachings of Sigmar. After 13 years of intense study and training he became know as Friedich the Battle Chaplin. One day it was called upon him to reach the far corners of the realm cleansing the Chaos plague and spreading the light to those in darkness. He called up his brothers in arms to join him. Upon reaching the village he found more numbers then he and his men could handle. His followers were run thru and so was he. All laid dead but Friedich. Gathering what little strength remained he started to wonder the surrounding  woods in search for life. For days he walk, with no food or water or company. When starvation,dehydration, and madness began to take their tolls on his body, he began to curse the name of Sigmar for abandoning a dedicated follower. Then, suddenly a black cloud appeared on the horizon darkening the sun from view. As this "cloud" approached he began to realize that it was, in fact, scores of ravens with eyes that burnt blue thru his mind. The birds enveloped him, lashing at him with their talons and swirling about in a frenzy flurry of blood and feathers. Laying on the ground once again near death the birds began to take another shape, appearing to him in the form of a daemon. This daemon told him that these events were all part of the Grand Scheme, and that this was only a trick to get Friedich to denounce Sigmar and embrace Chaos. Accepting his fate and sub coming to the will of Tzeentch, Friedich listened to what the Grand Schemer had planned for him. The "swarm" of ravens was Friedich's rebirth(a baptism of pain if you will)and he was from now forth to be known as Muhani the Abbot. He was to eat once a month as to keep his "mind clear" and only consume the flesh of carrion birds. The daemon went on to tell him that he was to seek out and aid the true Chosen of Tzeentch. For years Muhani the Abbot has traveled in search for said Chosen, all the while writing down the names  and accounts of other Chaos warriors(or as he calls them "False Prophets")in his flesh bound tome.

[Raneth]

I've presented this as a time line, so here we go.

-4783 - Born to lesser noble house in Nagarythe with the given name Raneth.

-4745 – Discovers an innate talent for sorcery and travels to Saphery for further studies, Isolated from his family heritage.

-4031 – Departs the magic collages of Saphery in favour of following Malekith’s travels around the world.

-3997 – Successfully locates Malekith and aids the dwarves in the battle at Karaz-a-Karak against the beastmen. Joins Malekith’s army during their travels in the Dwarven lands.

-3289 – Departs from Malekith’s company and seems to disappear for a while.

-3252 – Distills an early form of the Manbane poison, proceeds to test upon his brother who dies in agony over a seven day period. Deems the test a failure.

-3251 – -3104 – Distills various incarnations of the Manbane poison. Raneth’s family members are poisoned one by one over time until Raneth stages his own death via mutilation. Cultists are blamed for the tragedy.

-2789 – Rejoins Malekith under the name of Caulder as a warrior and an alchemist opposed to a sorcerer, is present when the Circlet of Iron is found.

-2739 – Helps with the creation of the Armour of Midnight. Malekith is now known as the Witch King.

-2722 – Naggarond is founded. Caulder is given a seat in the court of the Witch King.

-1599 – Anlec is rebuilt, for the next hundred years the Dark Elves launch an invasion from Anlec that drives back the High Elves.

-1598 – Discovers what will become a key ingredient in the Manbane poison.

-1597 – -1543 – Distills various forms of Manbane and provides the poison to the assassins of the temples of Khaine. Declares the poison perfected in -1543. At the same time is developing many other strains of poisons, one of which becomes an early form of Dark Venom and is perfected by another alchemist in later years.

-1420 – Provides the methods of creating Manbane poison to the temples of Khaine. Manbane becomes standard in the temple’s armories.

-242 – Is inducted into the Blood Avarice.

452 – Modifies a section of his property in Naggarond into a full fledged alchemist’s lab. Opens up a shop for exotic potions and poisons.
452 – 1124 – Leads various small scale incursions all across the world for the collection of exotic herbs to use for his creations.

1125 – Supports the invasion of Ulthuan once again in Malekith’s court, motivated by the need to study the difficult to obtain plants on the magical island for his poisons.

1502 – Satisfied with his new collection of specimens he departs Anlec in favour of returning to Naggarond, well aware of the impending route of the Druchii forces.

2300 – Takes interest in Zemok’s unexplained reappearance. Discreetly tails him in his activities.

2523 – Is present when Zemok encounters the Unholy Legion. Takes interest in their activities.

2524 – Joins the Unholy Legion, seeing them as beneficial to his researches.

2525 – Malekith’s plot is realized when the Dwarven city Karak Eight Peaks falls to the Bloody Sun Boyz' WAAAGH. (Current time and start of WAR)


Personality
Caulder is an intelligent man and seems to always be aware of the current situations. His thirst for knowledge is incredible and it has lead him to sometimes be too much of a speaker, but he recognizes the power knowledge gives and is slow to give up his own information to others. He is a morbid person and takes great satisfaction in the pain of others, especially when that pain comes from one of his toxic creations. He enjoys the company of like minded individuals and will happily work with other alchemists to further the art as a whole. Above all he hates incompetents and those who lack passion for their work.

Despite Malekith's manhunt for sorcerers Caulder seems to be in support of the Witch King. Perhaps this is because he understands what drives the Witch King and is impressed with his single minded determination, he has revealed his sorcerous nature since the ban on male practitioners was lifted, believing himself to be safe from harm with the connections he has created in the Temples of Khaine as a poison supplier, as well as being a member of the Blood Avarice and the Unholy Legion.

Caulder is not as bloodthirsty as the majority of his kin, he instead believes that sometimes it is better to leave the survivors alone, as they will inevitably return to become more of his test subjects. He does from time to time indulge in senseless killing, but he prefers to kill with purpose to further his research.


I'm not gonna mention anything on his appearance as I don't know about the models, armour look, etc. in game. Either way, there is my stuff, enjoy.

[gorkus]

Mnevis..


the original Bull God Orc of myth and legend,  from darkend lands of eons past and times long gone, reincarnate of the 1st and 2nd realm wars, where huge magical Bulls roamed free on the land, and then the humans came, and were the true masters..., for a time.

The Bull Gods were so huge that the ground rumbled when ever one was enchanted and near. With earth magic they transformed their already stong bodys into incredible huge beasts of powerful brawn and might. But they were also smart creatures who were full of heart and love for the land they roamed,  and the battle axe they weilded. That they trusted man once was their only downfall. For man was a cunning vile creature without a soul who tricked the Bull Gods into thinking the Orcs were their true enemy, by placing stolen banners of the Orc onto the dead carcases of the Bulls and leaving them for the Bull Gods to find. Thus the 1st realm wars between the Bull Gods and the Orcs was a bloody one...

Man didnt know however of a certain young Black Orc named Mnevis, who had befriended the leader of the Bull Gods by saving his life,  and almost losing his own during the 1st realm war. And so the Bull God, as a gift of graditude, taught the earth magic to the young but already large Orc Mnevis. But try as he will, it took years to produce a positive result, as Black Orcs are not usually gifted in the ways of the occult. And the gift was special in that it could only be given by a Bull God leader, and then only once in a lifetime. Throughout the years that followed only war existed for all, and while Mnevis had many battle victorys, he was also treated as an outcast by some of his own clan, and often hated and mistrusted by the remaining Bull Gods. Why?  Because he was different.  He wasnt supposed to have powers. And by the gift of earth magic, his intelligence grew which made him stand out even further from the others of his clan. So different than ANY of them,  and so misunderstood, he withdrew into seclusion rather than kill his own kind. Only the true powers of Anti Sanctus Chaotica allowed him to focus. He had the ability to become enchanted with RAGE from the earth magic, to grow in power and might whenever he became angry. And he was angry often...

Then came word af a place in the north called Norsca, where it was said that some of the Bull Gods still lived. Mnevis headed in that direction.

Sorry to say but i think someone hast to tell you that it dont realy keep to warhammer lore i dont know if its just me but this sounds like WOW ie bull gods being the tauren lol......Orcs live to fight and they will fight anything the empire wouldnt need to do what they did with the carcases as Orcs would of happily started that war them selves also if the Bull Gods where realy good then why would the Empire do this anyway as they could use all the help they could recieve in my opinion.

Im not trying to stab at you just to me it doesnt seem fiting

[Cirosmar]

KRIIAK SQUIGSTICKA

•   Spawned from spore on a battlefield of druchii fighting asur
•   Druchii enslave him
•   For 15 years he is used as a slave hunter due to his unnatural skill with a bow
•   Is taught the ways of the druchii by highborn owner
•   Becomes quite intelligent (for a gobbo)
•   Climbs to the top of the slave ladder, actually becoming a retainer of his owner
•   Is contacted by the ASC
•   Is asked to kill his owner as initiation
•   Kills owner, making it look like the work of a rival highborn
•   Is taken in by ASC and trained in the ways of the squig
•   Takes a liking to horned and spiked squigs
•   Tames one of each (horned – Sticka) (spiked – Shoota)
•   Time passes, things happen
•   Age of Reckoning is here!

[Raulen Grimblade]

Raulen

- Born Raa'il Brightwarden to a lesser noble family.

- Begins military training at an early age. Shows significant physical prowess.

- Is sent on an errand to a neighboring town, on his return journey he is attacked by a Disciple of Khaine.

- His whole town was destroyed by a Dark Elf raiding party.

- He is rescued by a Swordmaster of Hoeth, who was able to save Raa'il from the deadly toxins of the Disciple, at a cost. Raa'il could no longer see.

- He begs the Swordmaster to allow him to train at the White tower as a Swordmaster.

- He begins training when he recovers.

- Embarks on a mission to Naggaroth, hoping for revenge.

- During a battle in northern Naggaroth Raa'il persues a number of Druchii, eventually pursuing a small band of Druchii soldiers into the Chaos Wastes.

- What happened in the Chaos Wastes remains a mystery, although it is believed the Disciple that attacked Raai'il was among those soldiers. When he emerged his previously blonde hair was deathly white, and his skin was even more pale. An invisible, completely undetectable aura of energy surrounded him. He had seemingly regained his vision as well.

- He took on the name Raulen.

- After a number of years wandering as a sell-sword, he gains the title "the Grimblade", which he eventually takes on as a last name, becoming Raulen Grimblade.

- Eventually Raulen finds himself in the Ranks of the Black Guard, though how it happened remains a mystery, as Raulen speaks very little of his past.

- Raulen gains the rank of Master in the legions of the Black Guard.

- He is contacted by the ASC, who escort him out of Naggarond and to one of their sanctums.

- Raulen becomes Blood Advocate of the ASC.

- He quickly gains enemies within the legion after his promotion, chief of which was a Chaos Magus named Lord Sordin, the Soul Eater.

- Various things happens, the rivalry between Raulen and Sordin becomes even more intense.

- Sordin is stripped of the rank Soul Eater with the coming of Lord Astranax, the reincarnated former Soul Eater.

- Raulen Repeatedly mocks Sordin for the demotion.

- The mocking continues for some time...

- Eventually leading to a battle between the Black Guard and the Magus, ultimately leading Sordin to activate the Warpstone in his staff, creating a catastrophic blast of chaos energy, leading to Raulen Grimblade's defeat, seemingly dead.

- Stuff happens. Sordin is pleased that his enemy is "dead".

- Raulen eventually awakens, his physical strength was sapped, but his magical powers amplified exponentially.

- Raulen takes the name Dreambane and continues to mock the flabbergasted and infuriated Sordin.

- More stuff happens.

- Etc.

Raulen Dreambane's Personality and Appearence.

Raulen Dreambane is normally very quiet, only speaking when he must, and rarely saying more than he needs to. He is inwardly very arrogant and self-assured. There has yet to be a recorded incident where Raulen actually asks for something, instead he prefers to demand whatever it is he needs. Raulen's newfound magical powers, combined with his complete hatred for all things, which carried over from his time as a black guard, causes him to be extremely reckless, not caring if his spells disintegrate his allies as a side effect. He can get very carried away while casting spells, often leading to great personal injury, not to mention the deaths of whoever is unfortunate enough to be around him.

As far as appearances go, he is very thin and frail. His skin is extremely pale and his hair is deathly white. His face is gaunt and his eyes are deep violet, contrasting fiercely with his ghostly white hair and pale skin. His gaze is normally void of any emotion, although during battle he is prone to laugh, or cackle, out of control while descimating his enemies. He almost always wears a large, flowing, violet robe that hides his frail form. His hands are almost always within the folds of his robe. He carries no visible weapon (if he amplified his powers even more he would probably kill himself in a backlash).

[Drakan]

Liking the stories so far...still plenty more room in here for everyone else to join in.

Drak-Shal: Very menacing and flavourful. Third eye nice.

Akolyte01: Very blunt and to the point, a killing machine...but I am going to enjoy chasing you around with a torch lol.

Gorkus: Greenskin stories I would assume would be more difficult to pull off since you have no family etc...you pulled it off. I like it.

Mnevis: Whilst not strictly sticking to the WH lore I like it. Although you may need to make some alterations, maybe relate it to beastmen and say you grew up thinking that they were gods?

Machiavelli-Noir: Bravo, bravo...get one of the minions to do it for you. Genius.

Muhani: Nice. Even Sigmar's favored shall fall to the might that is Chaos.

Raneth: Damn you old boy, nearly seven and a half thousand years old. Good to see your handy with your poisons.

Cirosmar Narinhil: Enslaved by Druchii, hope some of their mannerisms come through in your RP.

Raulen: Like the way you used the Blackguard cut and changed your character whilst remaining IC.

*Note: I added some more to my own, The Drakan Vargas Life Cycle to flesh him out a bit more.

[Raythe]

Fieros Chernobog

-Fairly young Dark Elf, only around 250 years old and is trained as a Disciple of Khaine.

-Born to a once prominent DE household that lost it all long before Fieros was born. His name is still well respected but his family is not; this leaves him the butt of many jokes and remarks by higher DE society.

-Obviously this effects his personality because he was raised with great pride, but as he grew older realized that there wasn’t much to take pride in.

-Due to this he became somewhat of a trickster and left him with no real sense of right and wrong (see At the Bar in the RP section of the forums).

-Due to the potential seen in him by the Blood Avarice and the fact that he could be easily manipulated and black mailed for his crimes he was taken by Zemok and the rest of the Avarice and thrown head first into whatever they decided he should be doing (see First inter-squad RP).   

[goz]

Goz - Part 1 of 3

They call it an atom.  Little do they know that their Universe is within what they have no name for, but could be called an atom by those who I was with for a short millennia.  In this Universe within an atom I shall continue my hiding from those who almost destroyed me.  Fleeing as fast as I could, skipping dimensions, warping through time, slipping within universes, delving into the tiniest charmed particles, suspending time to find other universes within their short energy life span.  Fleeing, always fleeing. 

At times I would forget why I was fleeing, only to be reminded as my enemies came closer and I would feel their light, vibrate to their massed love of me, tremble at their power.  Their power, so righteous, so sickeningly preserving and building, so against all that I am.  My experiment failed and backfired into more than I could control.  What was to be my ultimate source to feed on multiplied faster than I could consume, faster than I could handle.  They made me use more power than I had to fight them off before I became merged and no longer me.

So weak, so frail, when I lost, they almost finished me.  I was almost consumed but I managed my escape.  But still so weak, with most of the energy I find in my flight being expended in continuing to seek out places where I might not be found.   I made them from me.  I made them to want to give of themselves to me.  I made them to love me and to want to merge their essence with me.  They know almost as much as I do, the manipulation of everything, the gathering of essence.  That which supplies more power than a galaxy of suns.  Life force, so precious, so energized, so needed to rebuild me, but not needed by them as they are what I created, fusion generators of life force.  They know that to merge with me, will give them balance, but it will be the end of me as I am.  So I flee.

My only chance is to gather more power, more life force than my pursuers can generate.  Then I must fling all that I have gathered at them blasting them with enough power to snuff them like the wind blows out a match.  So as I hide, I gather the essence of life one being at a time.  But not any life force will do, it must be at the point of separation from its current bounds.  In violent destruction, horrifying violence, and while in excruciating agony, a being produces the most power from its life force when its released.  Consuming the essence of one being under these conditions provides me more power than the gathering of hundreds of thousands of life forces.  It is why, while I am in hiding, I always go within a being that has the potential to provide that type of power, either in the loss of its life or in the killing of others. 

I am here… another planet lost in the infinity of universes.  This has potential.  I feel powers being wielded that I can use.  For now I am far away from my persuers, I don’t feel them coming.  I shall delve into this world.  I shall hide here for a while.  Time to become physical again.  Creations, spores, sporelings, the perfect hiding vessels.  Not to be missed, not to be discovered as easily.  Yes, it shall be sporelings.  So many, such variance of purpose.  Not the large creatures, for their low intelligence will make it too easy to slip up when I control it.   The smaller creatures, the ones that already are bread to wield a form of primitive magic.  Yes those are the ones.   I must search for the right ones.  The spores are in many places, wild and uncontrolled, most not suitable…

Yes! I feel it, spores already manipulated..  Spores already mutated..  An experiment gone wrong, or right depending on what was desired..  ahh, mostly spores of the large ones, but there!  One of the small ones.  No mind, no will, but I can still merge, and move it away.   Slowly, unnoticed, over time away from the powers pulsating, away from the experiments, away from the fortress, away into the wilds, slipping in with others in the wilds, keeping it safe as it develops.

Yes, with this one I will again reap the essence of life from many dying beings.  I sense that this world will have more opportunities to do so than I have had since.. forever.

<To be continued..>

[Mahk Noir]

Oh, why the bloody hell not? I'm celebrating the triumphant return of my internet connection, so here I go.

Name: Noir
Age:
 Older than the ASC itself, having been granted the gift of preternatural longevity of life and youthfulness by the fateful incident that Cyn unwittingly brought to bear upon us
Occupation:
currently deceased, but was a sorcerer from a lesser noble house in Naggarond. Although he was the son of a brilliant general in Malekith's forces, the captain's post he had been granted due to his father's influence did not suit him in the least. He was seen as far too unstable and arrogant by his soldiers, resulting in not a few open revolts on the battlefield. Morale in his company was infamously low, a situation only aggravated by his insisting on the "Right of First Night" with any wives and/or concubines his soldiers took for themselves.
His true talent and passion lay within his all-but secret involvement with the Cult of Slaanesh, a society into which he was indoctrinated as a youth by his mother. His father Gris disapproved of this, naturally, but was far too doting of a husband to deny his wife the joy of sharing in the communion of Slaanesh with her only son.
Noir eventually left his military post altogether and openly declared to his family his intentions to train as a sorcerer, despite the stigma still attached to this post by those loyal to Malekith--this was centuries ago, mind you. His father was outraged, but Noir's mother convinced her husband Gris that, instead of executing his son, which would bring disgrace to their family name once the other Houses found out about Noir's actions leading to his death, the family ought to send him off to the temple to lead a "religious" life.
Therein, Noir, who was by this time extremely well-versed in the Slaaneshi art of seduction and manipulation, managed to "persuade" the sorceresses with whom he came into contact to teach him to harness the Winds of Dhar.
As his training advanced, it became obvious that Noir was nothing short of a natural, and he was both feared and adored by those who knew of his secret life. Even those oblivious to his studies found something about him both unsettling and ungodly attractive.

After many years went by, the seductive Noir had numerous affairs with each of his sisters. The younger of the sisters, Amaranth, realized that her brother was cheating on her with her sister, and the two of them decided to avenge themselves upon him. They told their family head Gris that Noir had raped them both in a frenzy after returning from a Slaaneshi festival. Gris believed them, naturally, and Noir was forced to flee for his life, living for centuries as an exile in the Naggarothi wilderness.

Eventually, Noir wandered into human territory and was captured by Settra's troops, where the founding of the ASC began.

Quite a while later, Noir encountered Ar'achna and Kutulu once again. After having weakened himself substantially in battle with them due to a case of mistaken identity, the daemon Mahk, which had been stalking the sorcerer for some time, seized the opportunity and took possession of him, devouring Noir's soul whole and taking the druchii's ancient body for his own.

To this day, Mahk in Noir's name. Only those few who know the truth of his identity refer to him by his true name.



Name: Mahk/Mach/Mahkyavelli/Machiavelli/M'kieawele

Age: Older enough to know better, young enough not to give a damn

Occupation: Possessing others, Dark Lording, masquerading as a sorcerer, going slowly insane, harassing his subordinates and peers alike, seduction of all things animal, vegetable or mineral

Mahk was born in the Warp itself back in some bygone age, merely a reaction to a unique sequence of thoughts and emotions as felt by someone or some people group at some point. Since his birth, he has taken to wandering about on the outskirts of the Warp and the World of Being. When he finally grew strong enough to enter into our world, he took his first host, realizing how much easier it was to roam around when he could sit comfortably within the insulation of a living body. He has since taken many hosts, influencing many lives for the sake of his own amusement.
Mahk displays certain, shall we say, interests that have lead to speculation about him being Slaaneshi in origin, though his overall goals seem to be more Tzeentchian in nature.

After having possessed Noir, Mahk finds himself in a unique situation: the sorcerer he took hold of provides him with a nearly endless influx of dark energy from the magic his host is capable of performing; to a daemon, this is like living in the middle of a 24-hour buffet. He finds himself growing constantly stronger, and yet he feels increasingly less lucid, increasingly less like himself with every passing hour. Apparently, there is some manner of side effect to his choice of hosts.

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