[I]"Know me and fear me. My embrace is for all and is patient but sure. The dead can always find you. My hand is everywhere - there is no door I cannot pass, nor guardian who can withstand me."[/I] - Cyric, Lord of Bones.

[b][u]The Prince[/u][/b]
[b]Name:[/b] Cyric (Seer-ick), The Reaper, Lord of Bones and the Dead.

[b]Domain:[/b] Death, Fate, Law, Fear.

[b]Description:[/b] Death is depicted as many things, Cyric's most favoured and perhaps most known and feared form is the Reaper. A skeletal figure carrying a large scythe, it's sharpened blade that reflects in the moonlight revealing dried blood adorning it's menacing blade and it's dark as midnight wooden shaft that inspires fear is Cyric's favoured weapon of choice. Clothed in a black cloak with a hood that hides most of his body from view bar his skeletal face and hands, the robes are worn and the bottom part swirl around his lower half as if it was a small tornado, giving the appearance that he hovers above the ground. If one was to get closer they would see Faces, their eyes solemn and their faces sunken swirl within the fabric of his robes, these are the souls that Cyric has claimed, those that he has saved and brought to the embrace of death. He is often seen accompanied by a pale horse named despair, Despair has a skeletal emaciated appearance, a glowing green haze emanates from within his body and his eyes glow with a similar green light as well. His skin is mostly torn and somewhat rotted with some of his bones showing, this appearance reflecting it's master.
[I]"For what follows Death, but Despair?"[/I] - Cyric, commenting on his steed, Despair.

 Cyric is described as an arrogant, sarcastic, cold and calculating prince who is resourceful and opportunistic. He often appears to be morbid and ominous towards those who speak to him, yet is also known for his cunning and lies, his words seemingly worming their way into your mind. He has seen and done many things that could be considered immoral, ranging from genocide, the destruction of entire worlds and the creation of weapons of world-ending power so much as to nothing can really phase him, or at least he feels like that. He doesn't wait for things to happen, rather, he causes them to happen. 

[b][u]The Realm[/u][/b] WIP 
[b]Name:[/b] Kingdom of Bone

[b]Description:[/b] 
The embodiment of it's creator's sphere, the realm is fraught with natural disasters and destructive change. The Kingdom of Bone's landscape is barren, grey and dry, nothing grows in the realm, apart from only dead trees and bushes scattered throughout the realm, as well as plant-like growths, all dangerous to a living being in some way. 
The sky is perpetually bleak and cloudy, and lightning strikes constantly throughout the realm. There is no sun in the sky, but instead a single moon and a huge black circular void where the sun should be. The land is marked by blackened ruins, bones, gravestones and Numerous buildings and altars found throughout the land, alongside more mysterious upright stones covered in mystical runes.
Large ravines also snake across the land, they are luminescent cracks in the ground throughout the realm. One who is close enough can hear to call or scream of lost souls below. 

[b]Denizens:[/b]
 Tell us about the kind of monstrosities you can find in your realm, under the power of your prince. This includes the random creatures found wandering your domain, but also the kind of beasts that are enlisted into your armies. Tell us about all your troops, your greater demons, your demon champions. You can divide this all up as much as you wish, but please make sure there's a bit of detail and diversity here. You are in control of something that is more than standard human soldiers, so I expect creativity here! ;)