Morviktus Von Straum
01-24-08, 03:07 PM
Name: Morviktus Von Straum
Gender: Male
Race: Revenant, formerly human
Class: Noctumancer
Age: 56 years dead, 24 years living
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 143 lbs.
Occupation: Wanderer
<- Appearance ->
What was once the toned and well cared-for physique of a lively young man, has become the scarred and decrepit frame of a walking corpse. His body, being of frightfully skeletal shape and horribly pale complexion, is made all the more dreadful by his scars. They are a blackened web of ebon sigils and runes, carved upon his very flesh to preserve his soul after death. Each and every part of his body bears at least one marking. The most visible of area being his face, scarred in twisted patterns and maddening symbols. It is a wretched sight. His boney brow and sharp, angular cheekbones frame sunken white eyes, colorless from decay. His lips, cracked and blackened, split in jagged recesses down his chin, revealing sharpened yellow teeth. The very shape of his head is frightful, it's skin stretched tight over visible white bones. Simply stated, there is no mistaking that he is a corpse. If it weren't for the sigil-scars upon his body, he would have moldered to dust decades ago. However, these loathsome runes have not only kept him intact, they regenerate his dying flesh to an extent. Without them, his muscles would have ripped and torn without regrowth, his bones would shatter and break but not knit. With their aid, he may live on until slain.
<- Personality ->
To describe the personality of a human being in two-thousand words would be a challenge, to do so in a few short paragraphs is nigh inconceivable. To truly understand, to know a man such as Morviktus, one must forge a bond with him. Something few have the stomach to do, and even fewer have the chance to. However, a brief summary can be provided, simply from the observations of those standing at a distance. It is known that he rarely speaks, partly due to the horrific rumble that is his voice. If one catches Morviktus conversing, however, they will find he does so with perfect articulation and tact. Almost admirable for one with debilitations such as his. Also known, is the fact that he is fiercely anti-social. Preferring to shy away from lone individuals or, gods forbid, a small group of them. He is, however, quite at home is massive crowds, where the noise and bustle do well to conceal his presence.
<- History ->
The specifics of Morviktus history are all but unknown. He has shared next to nothing about it, and furthermore, doesn't truly want to. None are sure how he died, who brought him back, and for what purpose. All that is known, is that he laments the passing of a father figure, perhaps his actual father, who he attributes to his survival after death. To those miniscule few who have truly spoken to him, there are some who would claim he feels guilt, crushing guilt. For what, they are unaware, but they sense it. The only remnant of his past that he keeps with him, is a wicked serrated blade called "Mortua". It is a ghastly weapon, of blackened iron and sanguine inlay. Some have claimed they see him speak to it, caress it, treat as a human. These rumors, however, are not confirmed.
Though all of the above is mostly speculation, there is one simple fact that is known for certain, Morviktus is a Noctumancer. A foul sort of wizard who's practice is that of death and shadow. He calls forth night itself to conceal, to blind, to harm, to summon. The very souls of the damned flock to him like flies, and he enslaves them for his own bidding.
<- Abilities ->
Weapons:
Morviktus is trained only in the use of Mortua. It's a heavy, thick long-dagger. The material it is constructed of is highly impure, and riddled with deposits of lead and copper, creating a very ugly blade that is also the slightest bit stronger than most. The blade itself is shaped almost like a small falchion, with a very thick, swept-back tip that thins as it nears the crossguard. It's appearance is made all the more unpleasant by a series of saw-tooth serrations running along the length of it's edge.
Armor:
Morviktus wears no armor. He travels only with his black robe and torn sackcloth clothing.
Magic:
Morviktus is a practitioner of noctumancy, an ancient art based around the conjuring and controlling of shadow. He may call forth minor darkness, create lesser shadow-spirits, and coalesce the darkness into painful bolts of harm.
-Shadow Veil, Lv.0-
Creates a blanket of darkness at the chosen area, concealing it in shadow for five posts. Reusable five posts after the shadow has dissipated.
-Conjure Minor Wraith, Lv. 0-
Calls into existence a lesser entity of shadow, to defend him in combat or attack his foes. Duration is three posts, only useable every ten posts.
-Blacksting, Lv. 0-
Projects a spear-like bolt of black energy to remotely inflict pain upon his foes. The damage is minimal, but the pain is staggeringly intense. Useable once every five posts.
<- Equipment ->
-Black robe, restitched many times and stained with years of blood.
-Sackcloth Clothing, torns pants and a shirt.
-Noctome, a grimoire containing a few minor shadow spells.
-"Mortua", his battle-dagger. It is a construction of impure iron, filled with trace amounts of other metals. The sides of the blade are painted with twisting red patterns.
Gender: Male
Race: Revenant, formerly human
Class: Noctumancer
Age: 56 years dead, 24 years living
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 143 lbs.
Occupation: Wanderer
<- Appearance ->
What was once the toned and well cared-for physique of a lively young man, has become the scarred and decrepit frame of a walking corpse. His body, being of frightfully skeletal shape and horribly pale complexion, is made all the more dreadful by his scars. They are a blackened web of ebon sigils and runes, carved upon his very flesh to preserve his soul after death. Each and every part of his body bears at least one marking. The most visible of area being his face, scarred in twisted patterns and maddening symbols. It is a wretched sight. His boney brow and sharp, angular cheekbones frame sunken white eyes, colorless from decay. His lips, cracked and blackened, split in jagged recesses down his chin, revealing sharpened yellow teeth. The very shape of his head is frightful, it's skin stretched tight over visible white bones. Simply stated, there is no mistaking that he is a corpse. If it weren't for the sigil-scars upon his body, he would have moldered to dust decades ago. However, these loathsome runes have not only kept him intact, they regenerate his dying flesh to an extent. Without them, his muscles would have ripped and torn without regrowth, his bones would shatter and break but not knit. With their aid, he may live on until slain.
<- Personality ->
To describe the personality of a human being in two-thousand words would be a challenge, to do so in a few short paragraphs is nigh inconceivable. To truly understand, to know a man such as Morviktus, one must forge a bond with him. Something few have the stomach to do, and even fewer have the chance to. However, a brief summary can be provided, simply from the observations of those standing at a distance. It is known that he rarely speaks, partly due to the horrific rumble that is his voice. If one catches Morviktus conversing, however, they will find he does so with perfect articulation and tact. Almost admirable for one with debilitations such as his. Also known, is the fact that he is fiercely anti-social. Preferring to shy away from lone individuals or, gods forbid, a small group of them. He is, however, quite at home is massive crowds, where the noise and bustle do well to conceal his presence.
<- History ->
The specifics of Morviktus history are all but unknown. He has shared next to nothing about it, and furthermore, doesn't truly want to. None are sure how he died, who brought him back, and for what purpose. All that is known, is that he laments the passing of a father figure, perhaps his actual father, who he attributes to his survival after death. To those miniscule few who have truly spoken to him, there are some who would claim he feels guilt, crushing guilt. For what, they are unaware, but they sense it. The only remnant of his past that he keeps with him, is a wicked serrated blade called "Mortua". It is a ghastly weapon, of blackened iron and sanguine inlay. Some have claimed they see him speak to it, caress it, treat as a human. These rumors, however, are not confirmed.
Though all of the above is mostly speculation, there is one simple fact that is known for certain, Morviktus is a Noctumancer. A foul sort of wizard who's practice is that of death and shadow. He calls forth night itself to conceal, to blind, to harm, to summon. The very souls of the damned flock to him like flies, and he enslaves them for his own bidding.
<- Abilities ->
Weapons:
Morviktus is trained only in the use of Mortua. It's a heavy, thick long-dagger. The material it is constructed of is highly impure, and riddled with deposits of lead and copper, creating a very ugly blade that is also the slightest bit stronger than most. The blade itself is shaped almost like a small falchion, with a very thick, swept-back tip that thins as it nears the crossguard. It's appearance is made all the more unpleasant by a series of saw-tooth serrations running along the length of it's edge.
Armor:
Morviktus wears no armor. He travels only with his black robe and torn sackcloth clothing.
Magic:
Morviktus is a practitioner of noctumancy, an ancient art based around the conjuring and controlling of shadow. He may call forth minor darkness, create lesser shadow-spirits, and coalesce the darkness into painful bolts of harm.
-Shadow Veil, Lv.0-
Creates a blanket of darkness at the chosen area, concealing it in shadow for five posts. Reusable five posts after the shadow has dissipated.
-Conjure Minor Wraith, Lv. 0-
Calls into existence a lesser entity of shadow, to defend him in combat or attack his foes. Duration is three posts, only useable every ten posts.
-Blacksting, Lv. 0-
Projects a spear-like bolt of black energy to remotely inflict pain upon his foes. The damage is minimal, but the pain is staggeringly intense. Useable once every five posts.
<- Equipment ->
-Black robe, restitched many times and stained with years of blood.
-Sackcloth Clothing, torns pants and a shirt.
-Noctome, a grimoire containing a few minor shadow spells.
-"Mortua", his battle-dagger. It is a construction of impure iron, filled with trace amounts of other metals. The sides of the blade are painted with twisting red patterns.