Tiamat, The Corpse Keeper.
No one where besides where rested the mounds of his dead reanimated companions he would ever claim to home. The hem sharing the bounty of their dried blood and ash dragging behind the thin figure which it was left draped around, doom to forever tail the demented creature which was easily mistook for human. Day after day Tiamat would take candles from tombstones, crypts and, catacombs only to reignite the dying flames again and again in another place maggots feast on the carcasses of human bodies. Along the walls of stone the reaper's shadow was always seen and he, Tiamat would follow. Regardless of time or place hours from when bodies met the earth, ravens claimed warriors or the unfortunate ran afoul of beast something dragged the sweet gleam of his longing hollow desire to memories embedded into objects with meaning. Like treasure swords with worn hilts and amulets all littered a single cavern floor as did specific bodies saved from time's restless onslaught were staked to the walls. The cold stone singing as cold winds ripped across the foundry within. The song itself nothing more the sad moans from the souls departed from their own memorabilia.
[Listed information below if the piece above didn't give you a overall idea of the character.
Name: Tiamat
Habitat:ruins or any place where people die often.
Personality basics: sadistic when in presence of small animals. Normally a nostalgic sweet with the tendency to exclaim the obvious.
Visually:A long dirty robe which is much to big. Soft raw copper green eyes while thin but not inevitably ill looking.
No one where besides where rested the mounds of his dead reanimated companions he would ever claim to home. The hem sharing the bounty of their dried blood and ash dragging behind the thin figure which it was left draped around, doom to forever tail the demented creature which was easily mistook for human. Day after day Tiamat would take candles from tombstones, crypts and, catacombs only to reignite the dying flames again and again in another place maggots feast on the carcasses of human bodies. Along the walls of stone the reaper's shadow was always seen and he, Tiamat would follow. Regardless of time or place hours from when bodies met the earth, ravens claimed warriors or the unfortunate ran afoul of beast something dragged the sweet gleam of his longing hollow desire to memories embedded into objects with meaning. Like treasure swords with worn hilts and amulets all littered a single cavern floor as did specific bodies saved from time's restless onslaught were staked to the walls. The cold stone singing as cold winds ripped across the foundry within. The song itself nothing more the sad moans from the souls departed from their own memorabilia.
[Listed information below if the piece above didn't give you a overall idea of the character.
Name: Tiamat
Habitat:ruins or any place where people die often.
Personality basics: sadistic when in presence of small animals. Normally a nostalgic sweet with the tendency to exclaim the obvious.
Visually:A long dirty robe which is much to big. Soft raw copper green eyes while thin but not inevitably ill looking.