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 Name: Viktra Var Blackeye
Age: Unknown
Race: Human
Appearance: 

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Few have looked upon his skeletal pale features or into his ember dark eyes, even fewer have lived the days to speak of it. Viktra is taller than most and sickly slender, with wide shoulders to drape his long grey robe over. He wears many rings of varying type and design, decorating his stick-like fingers.

He has a thin smile that beams as a snakes does before its kill, though his teeth are dull and chipped in places. His long white hair hangs as corpses do from poles, limply, often swaying in his movements. His steps incur a deep and dark mist, and his breath is said to be as cold as tundra winds and as grey as his minions. 

Description: Evil personified some say, others argue he is merely a front of something larger, possessed by powers most foul. All that is definite is that he was the necromancer that raised the seven fields, and that he is that same necromancer now, playing as puppeteer to the undead and his followers.

Background: The apprentice of a lowly magician, Viktra sought more, hunger and greed devoured him until he became damned to search the lands for an ancient power, one that would give him the rush of dominance he lusted for. It is said he once had a large and apparently gentle family, all workers of the fields. What became of them, no one knows.