[b][color=0072bc]• Appearance:[/color][/b] 

[hider=True Form][img]https://i.imgur.com/TiYte53.png[/img][/hider]
[hider="Human" Form][img]https://i.redd.it/s7wm73j9qws31.png[/img][/hider]

[b][color=0072bc]• Title:[/color][/b] The White Rider, The Conqueror

[b][color=0072bc]• True Name:[/color][/b] The Pretender

[b][color=0072bc]• Age:[/color][/b] As old as humanity

[b][color=0072bc]• Species:[/color][/b] Fallen Angel/Horseman of the Apocalypse

[b][color=0072bc]• Weapons:[/color][/b] Bow

[b][color=0072bc]• Species Traits:[/color][/b] The Horseman speak with a thunderous voice that will make the weak-willed tremble. In addition, the horseman are able to bless those faithful and loyal. Currently, his blessings are rather weak and minor, imparting only a bit of luck and health upon the blessed. However, as his number of believers and followers grow, his blessings and powers as a whole will rise as well.

[b][color=0072bc]• Special Abilities:[/color][/b] 

Pestilence: The White Rider is able to imbue its attacks with the disease, Consumption. It is particularly harmful to human and human like beings though less so for more distant species of beings.

Whispers: The Pretender is able to directly speak into the mind of a mortal and amplify their fears, anxiety, and doubts like a mental parasite, making the weak willed or the mentally unstable quite vulnerable to his suggestions while the resolute are likely be able to resist though find themselves questioning things a bit more often.

[b][color=0072bc]• Inventory: White Horse, Quiver of Arrows[/color][/b] N/A

[b][color=0072bc]• Background:[/color][/b] The Pretender, at one point in time, was worshiped among mankind. Yet, he was not a blindly generous god, angel or spirit who only bestowed blessings upon his followers. Mankind was and still is full of avarice, hate, gluttony, and many sins that could not be overlooked. The folly of mankind had to be punished so that they may learn and grow. Thus, in its divine wisdom, the Pretender made mankind know fear. He whispered terrible thoughts into the minds of Kings so that they would continue to hoard their material wealth within the safety of their castles while the people starved and were ravaged by plague. The Pretender was disgusted at how easily man fell for the most deepest, unreasonable fears that lurked in their heads. He never planted these thoughts into their heads... and for acting on them, the Pretender had to punish them so that they would see the error in their ways. The Kingdom would often tear itself apart to the brink, but in its ashes... a more balanced harmony would take hold. The Pretender was a strict and harsh mentor and guide of mankind, but never one to wantonly cause destruction, pain, and misery. He always had a purpose.

Yet, there were others, some call them gods, or heroes who worked to remove all "evil" in the world. To the Pretender, they were nothing more than diabolical snakes that promised mankind a false paradise as long as they worshiped the correct idols who would guide them to an eternal paradise on Altfare. Yet, the children of mankind fell for those honeyed lies. Thus, the Pretender was driven off to the abyss.

The Pretender now rides forward to reclaim his rightful place as a stern guiding figure for man... They had missed centuries of lessons during which they had forgotten the taste of their bitter medicine. Now, he planned to restart his lessons, not with mere war, but conquest.