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Name: Drachir Ohmahazet (Drake)

Age: 35 years alive, 3 years dead (technically)

Gender: Male

Personality: Picture a selfish and vile man devoted his entire life to nothing other than his own self gain and failing just short before he died, now picture that man getting back up determined to finish where he left off but this time with an extremely bad headache.

Role/Title: Ex-Alchemist, Riftwalker between worlds.  

History: Back in Drachir's hayday he was a wise and well known alchemist known for his obcession for the exotic and unknown. Good and evil were merely sides of a coin in which he spent most of his life observing what lies on the edges. Although uncaring of others he would often sell his concoctions to the highest bidder to further his research, not exactly caring whom he sells to or what potion of vigor or poison who drinks the stuff. His main concern was to learn the unknown and to adapt it to his own research. This was his way of life, solitary high up in his own worn out mansion lacking maidservice or any kind of cleanliness whatsoever. Who had the time? And why would he waste precious coin paying some servant to swab his cobwebs? He needed information and the only way to get that is with coin in coffer.

His unhealthy lifestyle was catching up to him and his health was rapidly deteriorating to the point in which he would never finish his research. Having no other choice, he halted his work to try and create something to sustain him indefinately but ingredients and necessary measures proved to be quite expensive, why should he waste so much coin? Its possible to cut corners and sustain his health just enough so he can finish his work right? No need for clear skin and a thick head of hair. Nobody would care what you look like when your a genius who discovered the formula to wield powers of a god! 

The concoction was finished (mostly) and the preparations were almost complete. A chair full of needles and syringes outlined with magical circles and artifacts housing just enough power to give his body the boost it needs. As Drake got ready to sit in his [url=http://previewcf.turbosquid.com/Preview/2013/07/04__08_36_49/10000.jpgbc7c9b1f-4274-4076-8b38-c964e3852712Large.jpg]Special chair[/url] he grimiced in agony as his body was pierced with hundreds of syringed needles ready to pump his veins full of his serum. The pain was excruciating but Drake still managed to pull down the lever releasing the poision throughout his body. His body was playing limbo with adrenaline and pain as his body convulsed in shock tearing open where the needles stuck and caused him to bleedout before a full dose could be given. Drachir Ohmahazet died trying to finish his work. Nobody knew of his passing and nobody cared. He sat there on his throne of death for three years.

It wasnt until some sort of sheer luck the serum although stagnant and old kicked in and brought him back to the world of the living. Although not entirely, his body distorted and changed drastically but he didnt care. He got another chance and nothing will stop him from completing his work again. Upon leaving his delapidated mansion, he heard word of the new queen asking for help upon finding out what is going on in a nearby town. Pitch black creatures unseen before bolstering great strength rising from nowhere. Drake couldnt resist his own curiosity and "genuinely" offered his assistance in figuring out who and what these creatures are...

Anything extra: Drake is dead (technically) he cannot heal like others nor can he cut and bleed like others. He does not need to breathe or eat or... Well you know. He is not immortal and can and will die eventually and will remind you of his disgusting corpse any chance he gets. 

Powers: Drake has a unique ability to cross between "Rifts" the Physical one and the not-so-physical one. He calls this going Deadside. When Deadside the world around him twists and bends and changes like its just short of a picasso painting. Those in the physical world cant hurt or touch him, but the creatures on the Deadside can very much so. Drake can "pull" others into his world temporarily but if your not his friend he may just leave you there (he doesnt make friends) Going Deadside can be usefull to others as well. The world changes and distorts in which if there is an obstacle in ones path in the Physical world, it may just be a small stepping stone in the other (or a valley of blood and starving cannaballistic creatures). If someone recently died, there may be a chance to speak to them Deadside, assuming their soul doesnt distort like that of the world around it.