[hider=Anvarwel] [center] [h1] Name [/h1] Anvarwel. [/center] [center] [h1] Titles [/h1] Lord of Undeath; the Re-birthed one; King of the endless horde; Master under earth and over life. [/center] [center] [h1] Age [/h1] 372 (Plus 78 years of his mortal life.) [/center] [center] [h1] Gender [/h1] Male (Though this can only be guessed from his words and voice.) [/center] [center] [h1] Race [/h1] Lich (He was a mortal Human a long time ago.) [/center] [center] [h1] Appearance [/h1] [url=https://exogino.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/lich2.jpg]Click me![/url] [/center] [center] [h1] Personality [/h1] Carrying a very dry sense of humour, which is also very morbid. This is pretty much from his own conquering of life and death, as such he has little concern for life, this is also because he is simply able to revive his servants that he cares little if they serve him fully to his high standards. He is also very harsh with his punishments, being subscribed to the belief that life is harsh to those too weak to alter their own fates. He is also very self-centred and greedy, particularly towards hidden knowledge, he is not however easy to shift from a decision once made unless he benefits highly from it. [/center] [center] [h1] Weapons [/h1] He carries no physical weapons on his person. [/center] [center] [h1] Skills/Magic [/h1] Like all Liches he is an highly experienced Necromancer, in fact when mortal he was known as an Arch Necromancer (A rank given only to Necromancers who led groups and were aged over 50, which is rare as most tend to kill themselves to become Liches and fail horribly). He is also skilled in ice magic, allowing him to summon frost cones, ice spikes and cause an area of utter cold around himself. Like most Liches he is also able control his gravity which gives him surprising magical strength. He is also immortal and only he knows how he is able to be slain (No two Liches can be killed in the same way). [/center] [center] [h1] History [/h1] Born 450 years ago to a scullery made and a young lesser knight who had his small keep hidden away in a valley in the eastern mountains, the boy was forced to grow up hidden away from the rest of society. After coming to the age of 15 he was made to look as if he had found his way to the keep on his own. After that the knight seemingly took him in as his son. After turning 17 the boy managed to find an old abandoned basement under the keep which was full to the ceiling with books, which he tore into with abandon, relishing reading each and every one of them. After a few months his father took a wife and she was soon with child, because of this the boy was all but forgotten to read through his books. As he got through more hidden books he discovered dark and forgotten secrets, which he soon thirsted even more. Soon after the birth of his brother he was asked to go out into the surrounding valley so that he could find certain roses that grew high up in the valley. As he made camp for the night he spied a fire in the distance, deciding to investigate it he moved through the undergrowth and hid just out of sight as he saw a trio of black robed mages stood around a corpse, with a purple light leading into the body it rose. At the time he knew a little about necromancy but it still surprised him, which gave his position away and he was quickly captured by the necromancers, instead of being killed on the spot they took him as a slave. For a time he was forced to work near to death, but even as he worked he learnt the secrets of necromancy. By his 19th birthday he was a novice necromancer himself. He took his leave of the group and set off on his quest for greater knowledge. He vanished from the world until the time he was 37. At this point he returned to the valley he had left long, long ago. Seeing now that his father had passed away from a sudden illness some years back and his younger brother lazing about he set a plan in motion. Whilst having also gathered the knowledge of necromancy on his adventures he had also gathered with him a small group of followers and undead thralls, using these and his knowledge of the keep he easily broke into the throne room and had the now resurrected armoured body of his father to slay his brother, taking his place as ruler of the valley. As the years went on his power grew, in knowledge, arms, men and magic. His land slowly grew into a small kingdom, he replaced the knighthood with a self placed lord-ship, he invited everyone who disagreed with his title to challenge him. As they entered the throne room of his now much larger castle they would be followed by the undead bodies of those who had come before. Each of these defeated challengers added their realms to his. At age 78 he underwent the long and dangerous process to become a Lich, remaining in isolation for 9 months he finally entered his throne room in a blast of cold air and uttered from his skin less mouth, a voice which echoed through magic and will alone. "I am Anvarwel!" It is now this name that is remembered, his original lost to time and fire. [/center] [center] [h1] Other [/h1] He is the leader of a necromancer cult. [/center] [/hider]