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[Cirosmar]

Greyrak Zaurae, Ghoststorm of the Clan of Fell Powers

• Born to the Autarii Clan of Fell Powers
• Notices latent magical ability
• Clan raids sorceress's caravan
• Claims spell books as his share of the loot
• Teaches self magic, becoming power-hungry in the process
• Works his way into Urhan's good will
• Kills Urhan in his sleep with poison, all others think it was a natural death
• Fails in attempt to become Urhan, and leaves the clan
• Finds the Blood Avarice and the Unholy Legions of Anti-Sanctus Chaotica, joins due to promises of power and glory
• Assists Blood Avarice and the Unholy Legions of Anti-Sanctus Chaotica for just over 800 years
• Asked by Blood Avarice to test Cirosmar
• Cirosmar proves adequate in combat
• Age of Reckoning Begins, goes to warfront to assist the Unholy Legions of Anti-Sanctus Chaotica

[omera]

Kzaevas revised
Kzaevas feels that, in a way, the orcs (not goblins) are battlebrothers to him. He views orcs as savage and merciless like him, but more so than the Dark elves whom are simply not fit for the use of brute strength, and the chaos who use brute strength- just not enough of it. His view on orcs has led him to follow Gork and Mork (the gods of the greenskins, really hard to tell the difference between Gork and Mork) as his secondary gods... Tzeentch being the most important in his life.
Kzaevas can be described as a speech giver of sorts. He will shout reassuring words to try and make the the enemy look weak- and his allies think of themselves as superior.

* Born as the son of a Norse tribe chief of Khorne - 28 years ago
* Falls in love with a girl in a rival clan of Tzeentch - 14 years ago
* Clan destroyed his love's clan, bringing much emotional pain to Kzaevas - 10 years ago
* Defects to Tzeentch, and is offered a vial of poison by a surviving Tzeentch Northman of the tribe destroyed by his own used to taint the clan's water supply. Kzaevas's clan fell to the poison. - 10 years ago
* Gains the power of mutation after entering the realm of chaos under the teachings of the Tzeentch Northman so that he would be able to see the realm of chaos. - 7 years ago
* Receives continued teachings of Tzeentch, and than becomes a 'bloody sun boy humie' after fighting alongside some orcs of the bloody sun boyz. - .5 years ago

[Barren]

Chaos named Barren

-Used to be a leading commander in the Empire Army
-Fought faithfully against Chaos and Destruction.
-Until the thoughts of losing his family and loved ones corrupted his mind
-During the battles, voices spoke to him. Corrupted and clouded his reflexes and mind.

-He was struck down in battle left for dead,voices shared their wisdom with him
-Told him ways to save his family, but can not be done through the loyalty of the Empire
-Signing a contract through death, he rises from the grave a changed and morphed corpse of a man.
-Only to find out his family's homestead burnt to a crisp dead.
-Realizing if he wasn't out to war he wouldn't have lost his family, he wouldn't have been in the wrong part of the world, he could of saved them.
-Having nothing else to live for, the voices come back, and teach him the ways to kill...
-A gate opens up, he thought it was the gate to the heavens where he'd see his family once more
-The gate was a passage way to the plans of chaos, where his mind is twisted and broken to the knowledge of only death
-Coming out of the portal a twisted fiend of Chaos, once Empire leader, now Chaos fiend. He is suited up, and ready to lead again...

[Avison]

::A cloaked man slowly reaches for a tome contained deep within the forbidden recesses of the ASC library.::
~It reads as follows~

Name: Avison, last name unknown.

Profession: Magus, appears to perform deeds far beyond the reach of any mere conjuror of daemons.

Origins: Unknown, no record exists. An ASC historian seems to have identified several ancient manuscripts that fit this Magus' description. All of which describe him turning the tide of battle to Tzeentch's favor.

Situation unto which he was accepted: This Magus was found seen briefly before a great victory for ASC. Afterwards he was found levitating books within the ASC library, though it is unknown why apparently to gain their information. His power was clear yet his personality appeared "empty". A method of control needs to be devised. After some delibaration he was accepted and sent to Ar'achna for further training.

Other information: Many members of ASC report headaches in his presence, he appears to have a calming affect on Marauders. Has yet to be seen leaving the grounds of the ASC headquarters yet someone of his description is always reported to be advising active military engagements throughout the entire continent.

Suspicious observations: Appears abruptly and leaves abruptly, always under the veil of darkness, always spontanious. His hand was impaled upon a ritual blade during initiation yet he didn't bleed. Upon the removal of the the instrument, the blade had been warped and now featured a curved design reminiscent of the Magus' armor. When he speaks his voice appears to echo within your head before the words are even spoken.

FURTHER INVESTIGATION NEEDED

::The cloaked figure places the tome in its original position as slowly as he removed it. Ominously the figure walked to the exit whilst exuding a curious grin. He murmured "Interesting..." before exiting the library. In the corner of the room a pair of faintly glowing, cold, blue eyes follow the man until the closing door strips away what little light the room had. The eyes are gone.::

[Gorlik]

A Brief Overview of Gorlik Pustular  

A full write up is in the works, and will be posted elsewhere.

• Led his own Tribe of greenskins, the Pus-Sore Tribe.  Grummik Soretoof, his strong arm Black Orc, was killed by Grumlok and Gazbag. He had little choice but for him and his tribe to join up with the Bloody Sun Boyz.  Besides, Gork told him he could kill more stunties dat way and Mork told him to use them to spread the word of Green is Keen.

• Been hit in the head so many times by stuntie hammers that he communicates directly with Mork and Gork; at least he thinks he does.

• Was named Gorlok until Grumlok pronunced it wrong; and thought better than to correct him after watching an Orc get chopped in two that pointed out an error.  Mork told him to go by the name Gorlik, which is what he was called by the Warboss of the BSB, Gork told him he didn't care as long as it meant to kill more stunties.

• Was ordered by Grumlok and Gazbag to aid a pair of Druchii that were looking for a guide in Mount Bloodhorn.  He was told to help them to spread the WAAAGH! and find out what they were looking for.  This eventually led him to the vaults of ASC where he heard that items of great power were kept.  Gorlik decided to join up with the Nightmare Tribe to ascertain what this power might be.

• His sole purpose as a greenskin is to spread the word of Mork and Gork and that Green is Keen.  Since being part of the Nightmare Tribe the chaos energies have flowed though him, corrupting him and making his resolve all the more.  Gork and Mork demand him to spread the word, and kill all that oppose the chaos that is green.  Green shall rule all of chaos, Mork sez so, Gork sez all will follow or die.

• Constantly seeks more power to aid him in his mission to spread Green is Keen.

And yes, this is still a work in progress.  The full write up and story coming soon.

[Mahk Noir]

BUMP.

There are hundreds of people who have yet to write out a formal bio.
This is the place to do it. If you have made one already, post it here anyway. This ought to be the biggest thread in existence.

[Kitta]

((good point.  I have written backstory for both of my characters, but this does look like a good place for details and possible story hooks!))

Kitta-

Doesn't know her father, hates her cold and cruel mother.
Loves adorable nurglings, but feels nothing for Nurgle.
Has always wanted a pet of her own, since her mother killed all the pets she brought home as a child.
Appears very simple and child-like
Often hears the words of the dead, other people's dreams, and unnamed voices.
She is very eager to please others.


Strayl-

Is willing to sacrifice anything to gain personal power.
Has already "sacrificed" her own daughter.
In fact, conceived the daughter in some sort of ceremony, but isn't quite sure who or what the father is.
Prides herself on her control of her emotions.
Looks down on those who waste what power they have.
Is Kitta's mother.

[Greivus]

(Apologize in advance for story, it is not one of my best, but wanted to post something. By the way for a quick reference, the '-' start of the lines are flashback.)

(-  Greivus, Chosen of Tzeentch.
(- 34 years old.
(- He does not speak, he can speak but it is nearly impossible to get him to speak.
(- He thinks of no one, not even himself, only the beautiful sound of pain and despair.

The night sky glared down upon the lands of Norsca. A heavy step left in the mud, the sound of armor clanging together as a large figure moved towards a camp. In the camp an unsuspecting squadron of Soldiers of the Empire. This was what he was reduced to, once a son of the Empire himself, now a stalker of men, an ender of days, a killer of hope. Long ago did he leave behind his name, his home and his people. He was left with nothing but a shell, nothing but the hole that filled with the darkness only a mortal soul could attain.

 - He was a young boy whose father was stationed in Troll Country, he knew from a very young age that his father was no one impressive as far as the army was concerned. He swore at the young age that the people of the Empire would know of him, and respect him and his father.

The fire dancing in the cold air sent off a gleam of light, on to armor that had been rinsed red with blood and tarnished with gore. He charged in from the darkness into one of the small encampments, kicking the fire into the face of the soldier across from him. Unhinging his axe he began to spin around the axe with deadly precision and blood thirsty ruthlessness.

 -While in the village he saw the battalion mobilize and head towards the keep where his father was stationed. He ran after them, hiding in bushes avoiding everything including sight. He witnessed the keep where his father was stationed getting besieged by wave upon wave of Greenskins, like a torrent of nature. The Greenskins were weakening the door and killing everyone in their path. Bodies laid strewn across the field..

The soldier going for his blade was the first to taste the cold steel of death, ripping through his back with the spike on the back of his axe. His eyes narrowed on the soldier before him, this soldier knew, he knew who this was. Greivus, or as he became known, the End of Hope. Moving for his blade one of the guards sent an arrow flying towards Greivus, who quickly without care put his hand in the way, feeling the steel rip through his hand he began to laugh. He was hoping this wasn't going to be too easy.

 -During the siege he saw the Lord of the Keep order all his troops to go out and make an advance at the cost of their lives. The Battalion was coming, but was delayed by skirmishers. He saw his Father lead a troop of soldiers out of the gates of the Keep only to be slaughtered in the wave of oncoming Greenskin assault. Sent to his death over the Lord's pathetic pride.

He closed his hand breaking the arrow raising it he let the blood drip down into his mouth, tasting the pain, the fear. He let out a bellowing Warcry that made the archer tremble. Charging forward he covered ground like a beast, slamming his shoulder into the archers abdomen, the spikes on his armor ripping his body. The archer reeling from the strike staggered back to get cleaved in two by the large axe. Turning his head he charged back into the camp, this time taking less care in the skill of it, and taking more lust out of the destruction of it. Pain, he needed more pain, either his own or another, it mattered not.

 -Seeing his father cut down he yelled out against the tide of greenskins. The yell was loud and alerted many, including a few Trolls. Being lifted up he was being played with by the Trolls when an Orc cut through them, looking at the boy. The Greenskin began to laugh and raised its axe, striking down to be stopped by a hand clad in black armor. 'This boy belongs to me, Greenskin.' The Orc huffed and walked off, the armored figure turned to the boy. 'Get up, I saw what happened, you want revenge don't you? You want to see the pain in that Lord's eyes that your father had as he was run through. I will train you in the ways of the blade of vengeance, and you will learn the
truth about the so called 'Empire'.' That was his master, a Chosen of Tzeentch.

The night was full on, he cut through soldier after soldier, always wounds to maim, never to immediately kill. He wanted to hear them scream and beg for death, that was what he desired. He wanted full control of their weak lives, let them know how powerless and cowardly they were, to slaughter their hopes and dreams in an instant. He sat over the crumbled body of the leader of the camp who was screaming in bloody agony as  Greivus began inserting his fingers into the open wound in his chest. Ripping out the arrow he placed it in the man's gasping mouth, knowing he was not capable of taking it out. Laughing as he left a dark bellowing laugh that he would die by choking on the blood that came from the arrow cutting his mouth.

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