Post by everscale on Dec 2, 2015 19:49:46 GMT
Full Name: Niveos Zernebog
Alias: Veil
Gender: Male
Species: Dark Elf
Age: 273 years
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Social Status: Middle Class
Kingdom they originated from: Arcul
Occupation: Necromancer
Skills: Necromancy, Alteration Magic, Energy Blast
Appearance: Niveos towers at six feet and seven inches, too long in the limbs and too pale in the face. He has the lean muscles of a man who spends little time at rest, but lacks the strength and skill of even the most amateur swordsman. His eyes gleam like hot coals and, draped in dark robes long tattered by travel, he appears almost wraith-like. He is not, however, unattractive, with high cheekbones and a sharply angular face. He keeps his chin clean of scruff and wears his dark hair long.
Personality: Niveos exudes serenity. He bears himself with unerring calm, brilliant eyes ever watchful but rarely involving himself in the affairs of strangers. Silver-tongued and clever, he is generally capable of lying his way out of any trouble he or his necromancy may cause. For all the world he seems nothing more than a charming scholar, fascinated by magic and uninterested in the wrongs or rights of the world. Niveos is a lie. The face he presents to the world conceals a keen fascination with the goings on of others. People are pawns, and if he listens long enough, if he is kind enough, they will bare their weaknesses to him. A fanatical obsession with magic and power, driven by the whispers of darker spirits Niveos allowed into his head when he was still too young to comprehend the danger, keeps Niveos constantly on the move. It is a lonely existence. He lies to himself each day-- the inquisitive child who so craved the company of others is long dead. He no longer requires companionship, only power, and the fear of those who peer past his mask to the fire he fosters within.
History: Niveos never knew his mother, nor indeed any other of his kind. Shalar Zernebog died giving him life. Niveos grew up in the care of his step-father, a High Elf noble by the name of Tralos Cuzor. Tralos loved Niveos as his own, and Niveos' step-brother, Ezio, was Niveos' dearest friend. Niveos knew no hardship growing up except that which he made for himself. He fostered a small bitterness for Ezio, who they all knew would be the heir to their father's fortune and all the power that came with it. That bitterness may have died out with age had Niveos never crossed his talent for necromancy.
Early in his studies, Niveos began dabbling with the spirits of the dead. He summoned spirits of all sorts-- the noble, the charitable, the charming. He had no control over who or what he spoke to, and the ripples of his clumsy magic attracted spirits of a questionable sort. They took hold of his young mind, fed on his jealousy, spread it. They never let go. Niveos welcomed them.
As the years passed, Niveos grew quieter, and he grew angrier. He and Ezio turned from loving brothers to bitter rivals. When Niveos was about seventy years old his desire for power consumed him. He was denied the power of the Cuzor family and so abandoned it. Packing what few worldly possessions truly mattered to him-- his staff, his components,
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