Name: Argus Tlamreyl

Species: Half-dwarf, half-elf (Dwelf)

Age:158 (long-lived races, been locked up a half a century)

Powers: Can reanimate corpses to do his bidding with a few words, mess with life force/souls, hurl hellfire and (given supplies and time) summon fiends.

Appearance: Looks like a short, stocky, hairy elf. Black hair, green eyes a few scars from mishaps.

Traits: Megalomaniacal, incapable of empathy, gloomy, misanthropic.

Weapons: His magic and an axe.

In prison for: Attempting to conquer the world with fiends and undead, crimes against sapients, mass murder (read recruitment) and excessive use of forbidden arts. 

Bio: An only child born to an unlikely Union, Argus was constantly mocked and bullied as a child. He wished greatly to get even with his tormentors and took up wizardry. It wasn't long before he came across magic that was meant to be forgotten. He sacrificed his other abilities to become a master of these arts and ritually destroyed his own soul to become stronger in magic. His parents were accidentally killed in a failed experiment and Argus fled with his grimoires to an isolated place near a forgotten battlefield. These warriors of old were the beginnings of his undead army with which he overran the Kingdom of Myralthus. After the fall of Myralthus, his enemies tricked him and installed one of their agents in his trust. He was soon betrayed and captured. The only reason he has not been executed is that no one has dared destroy their soul before and there is no telling what could happen when he dies.