[quote=@A Heretic] [u][b]Name:[/b][/u]Walden Ravenbane [u][b]Gender:[/b][/u] Male [u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 46 [u][b]Race:[/b][/u] Va’sha [hider=Va'Sha] The Va’sha are human in build and general appearance. With Skin as pale as the snow, flawless and smooth. Their hair comes in the colors of nature, and almost always affected by their vocation. The average height is slightly above that of an ordinary human. They do not posses any other bodily hair, other than the hair on their head, and their rather bushy eyebrows. Their irises glow vibrantly, usually in hues of blues and greens. Rarely in other colors yet some have been noted. The Va’sha are magic in nature their entire society forms around its study and most would even say that they worship it. Outsiders are rarely permitted into the walled city of Va’shar. Depending on the type or types of magic learned the hair of the Va’sha changes. They care little of the politics of the outside world and keep only a small standing military, although all of the Va’sha have military training few ever choose to pursue a life of marching, and sword play. Even fewer study the Black magic, things considered by the Va’sha to be taboo. Those who are caught are executed, a very few escape and are banished to never return. Those born without magic often take on a craft, in recent years a majority of those born posses almost no magical ability, they labor under spellcrafters creating ordinary objects such as chairs and assisting in crafting magical objects. After the battle with the mad king, and the death of King Baelnorn Va’Shar’s military force was obliterated, and only a few managed to straggle back to the homeland. [/hider] [u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u] His hair black, a few silver strands peeking through. It was short and well kept his eyes off colored on Blue the other a purple. Once his face would have been considered handsome, but now its marred with scares, a large one across the bridge of his nose, three going down his right cheek. And a final one on the left side and at the corner of his lips, curling ever upwards in a smile. He was fit from years of travel, his body hidden in an old tattered grey cloak. [u][b]Personality:[/b][/u] Unlike a majority of his race Walden prefers to travel, often finding company with those on the road he reveals little about himself but takes interest in those around him. He fights for his continued survival often going the extra length to make sure of it. He doesn’t shy away from silencing those who know to much or slow him down in dire situations. At first meeting Walden seems friendly, kind and caring. After one gets to know Walden they notice the strange idiosyncrasies about him; his secrecy, his cold crase demeanor, and other oddities. On rare occasion he feels compelled to do acts of good or kindness, something that always unsettles himself afterwards. [u][b] History:[/b][/u] Walden had the traditional childhood of the Va’sha he studied magic day in and day out. His mind was hungry for knowledge, so much so that he often snuck into the library after hours and poured over the books. Then on a day like any other he discovered a book out of place, it was bound in a dark black leather with rough thick stitches across its cover. He resisted to touch it at first but soon was overcome. It was a very interesting book, one that could be read over and over again, one that the reader could never truly learn everything it had to offer. With every read the pages would change offering new information. Always seeming to know what Walden needed at the time. Over the years of study Walden grew more and more withdrawn, eventually he cut himself off from his social circles completely. Once he’d been a flowering Mage, often sought after for potential job offers. Now not a soul dared to near his manor, many of the locals feared his residence as they say some go missing, and that Walden conducts wicked research. Then on a particularly cold Autumn morning the guards came, their cadence echoing down the streets, they were there for Walden, to investigate him for the study of black magic. He knew it before they were even on his block. He grabbed what little possessions he could carry and hurried out the back with a rucksack on his back and his book within it. He spent years traveling after, eventually ending up as a mercenary he was ruthlessly efficient in what he did, and often times was employed to scare the enemies of his employer or to handle problems most wouldn’t touch. He was at heart a Mage, but more akin to a Necromancer. Eventually he was hired on under King Baelnorn’s army as a mage and unbeknownst to his employer of his true nature and practice. The battle went well until the unit he was attached too pushed to far forward and nearly cut itself off from the bulk of the army. In the heat of the battle walden was wounded, his face gashed open and bleeding. His blood blinded his right eye, he was one of the few left standing in the unit, he had to hold the line. Otherwise he’d be cut down in retreat. He held his tome aloft in his hand, the other out stretched, the Mad king's warriors charged the thin line with only the Necromancer standing between them and the wounded soldiers being carried to the back. “Klaatu Bradaaa Netpto.” The dead that lay on the field around him began to convulse and quake, Their eyes a ghostly white. They stood slowly, just in time to engage the enemies. The dead and the enemy warriors locked into battle. His undead servants were not as quick as their live counterparts, but it did scare them a good deal. His hand was held upwards with fingers curled in, wet with his own blood. The ground shook below the enemy warriors, they'd just dispatched the last of the undead and were about to advance when a hands of stones erupted from the ground grabbing the men they scream as Walden crushed them in his projected hands their blood soaking the stone. It caused the second wave to faulter and Walden took advantage and escaped in the chaos, but not before raising a rear guard. [u][b]Equipment:[/b][/u] Ritual Knife, Cloak, Rucksack with supplies, Boots, A sack full of knuckle bones, and the teeth of wild beasts and Tome of Black Magic. [u][b]Other:[/b][/u] A well versed necromancer, and a skilled black mage. [/quote] I sent you a PM pertaining to your CS.