[center][h3]Severin Vaust[/h3][/center]
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Titles
[Monster], [Undead], [Monster - Mundane], [Monster - Evolved], [Necromancer] - [#2d7d38]
Noteworthy Perks: [Evolved] - gain the title evolved. Something about your physiology or aura identifies to others you are of a higher species than your peers. Gain a +1 to social exchanges with others of your racial tree.
[Menace] - An aura of fear emanates from the creature at all times that makes lower grade creatures take a -1 effectiveness on attacks against monster or monster allies.
Noteworthy Perks: Resilient C (28) [Aging/Fatigue and Exhaustion/Suffocation/Surprised]

Asset Goal: Duchy Nobility F

It had been a long slumber, too many aeons to count on. Yet, even the deepest of sleeps eventually need to come to an end. Plucked from his millennia rest, ⚐︎⬧︎⬧︎♋︎■︎♏︎⧫︎♒︎ had awakened. And, as soon as he opened his eyes, the whispers of the dead came singing into his ear, an always useful melody. [color=#2d7d38]“Ah, the transient beings have found something of interest, have they? Very well, I shall pay them a visit and see if whatever they have found is worth my time.”[/color]

Even within the nation of mages, creating a false identity had been rather of a child’s play to a creature such as him [b](Alternate Identity D + Disguise D)[/b] and, for the moment, he hid his actual name to take on the mask of Severin Vaust. And so he walked, unafraid and unbothered amidst the capital of the Grand Duchy, Aslan, cane clicking against the intricate sidewalk that, every so often, glimmered with mana from the magic circuits that permeated the city.

[color=#2d7d38]“How curious what they have created thus far.”[/color] He murmured to something, with the condescension of an adult measuring a toddler's toy, as he saw the magical creations that existed in Aslan for the very first time.

Soon enough, he would find himself within the briefing room, sitting comfortable in one of the chairs at the table. With his slender legs crossing in a figure four, one of the necromancer’s hand caressed his mustache, while the other held the cane-like catalyst. Every so often, the reliquary orb at the crown of his cane would pulse in a low, dark green. Whoever stood at least 10ft from him would find a certain discomfort: drops of temperature, needles pricking at the back of the neck and general weariness [b](Menace affects all characters bellow Character Grade B)[/b].

Before his eyes could wander towards his would-be companions, they locked onto Proctor Valeriana as soon as she walked into the chamber. He quite didn’t like her lack of etiquette for introductions, but said nothing, the only cue of it being one of the corners of his mouth scrunching slightly. [i][color=#2d7d38]‘So many years, and they haven’t learned the bare minimum of basics. No wonder kin hunts and kill them.’[/color][/i] He thought to himself.

[color=#2d7d38]“Seems like the usual data retrieval from some arcane phenomenon still not quite identified.”[/color] He concluded from what the woman had just said, fingers slipping from his mustache to his chin, while his expression turned pensive. [color=#2d7d38]“What would this ‘wounded entity’ be according to The Church? Some sort of lesser divinity? A demon? A wayward spirit?”[/color] He asked, without a single flinch of his face [b](leveraging Religion C)[/b].

[color=#2d7d38]“Oh, but where are my manners?”[/color] A wide smile opened on his lips, uncrossing his legs and standing up from the chair he sat on. A thump echoed throughout the chamber as his cane hit against the polished marble floor. [color=#2d7d38]“I’m Doctor Severin Vaust, a scholar of both the arcane and religion. It is a pleasure to make everyone’s acquaintance.”[/color] He lied, it wasn’t a pleasure. Not yet, at least.