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Name: Jack Maverous

Gender: Male

Age: 38

Nationality: Silver fang but raised in Talos

Appearance: Jack is a lean build and stands at 6'2. He has messy shoulder length black hair and his eyes are certainly a match in color. He also spots a small and black goatee. His body is covered in scars as well as half being burn marks from his encounter with Spit Fire. He never really removes his armor infront of other though so no one actually knows about the horrific burn scares that cover his body.



Bio: Jack was born in Talos of Silver Fang descent. Being a Silver Fang in Talos was rather strange. While always being taught about honor and chivalry, he seemed to always grasp the concept of strength much easier. His family raised him to be a fighter but even then he was different. He was not as broad as his brother and lacked the physicality to represent his people. His family was more focused on his fighting than his education. He was always seen as the outcast of his family and it got to him quite a bit. While he was 'destined' to serve in the military might of Talos, he had other plans. At the age of sixteen, Jack abandoned his family. He stated he didn't want anything to do with them and that abandoning his attachments would give him the strength he lacked.

Leaving the kingdom with nothing more than his sword and a set of worn out armor, Jack found himself under the employment of a mercenary group. His determination to prove himself and his prowess as a warrior stood out among the group as he served them for five long years. While under the mercenary group, Jack had received a rather horrible reputation. Jack would not care to clean his armor from the blood of his foes and actually showed a tormented delight in wearing it. The blood eventually dried and stained his armor to a black color thus earning him the nick name 'The Black Knight'. It was during during the time of this reputation that his group was hired by Clan Blackiron to help them ward off bandits as their metal working was quite valuable. The clan would come to see Jacks brutal and savage nature during the defense of the clan. It was five years after that he would finally become a lone wolf. The bandit leader, a man as 'Spit fire' for his mastery of fire magic decided he had enough of the mercenaries and confronted them himself. Jack and his group didn't last long in the fight and they were scorched alive. Jack however, survived the inferno. He was brought back to the clan as they treated his wounds. It was then decided that he would be truly rewarded for his servitude. The clan had decided to forge him a suit of black iron and swords that were as twisted as his persona on the field. This suit allowed him to go toe to toe with Spit fire and allow him to claim his vengeance. The blood of the bandits stained to his new suit when he returned truly earned him the name 'The Black Knight'. He was soon released from his contract with the clan and he once again found himself roaming alone. It was his servitude under the clan however that allowed the Reapers to find him. One night, a Reaper had come to him while he wandered a lone road. The Reaper halted him in his tracks and asked him if he was truly 'The Black Knight'. His response however was not to be taken easily and test had to be performed. The Reaper had decided to test his skill in combat. The fight yielded quite shocking results to the Reaper. Watching Jack was almost mesmerizing as he fluidity in combat almost made him look like he was dancing during his fight. After he had defeated him in combat, he invited him to join the Order.

Jacks Arrival however was not one to be welcomed. Most had heard the rumors about him during his employment under the Blackiron clan and believed him to be a deranged psycho path. Jack did not seek to please his peers, only to satisfy his leaders with his accomplishments. His skill and reputation among the Order did not take long to be noticed. Many stated the he truly was deserving of the title 'The Black Knight'. Whether this was a compliment or not did not matter to Jack. Jack served the Order for twelve long years and served to complete very specific tasks. One of which was to hunt down and kill rogue Reapers as the secrets they held were not to be let onto other hands. Jack never did form attachments in the Order and his reputation was one to be feared making him very ideal for the task. He now has recently been called back from his mission since receiving word that Fort Gansforth has fallen into enemy hands.

Fighting Style: Jack fights in a very strange manner. His style involves constant fluidity in combat and using the momentum to create powerful swings which actually work well with his fluidity if he were to miss an attack. He is shown to have a very brutal nature however and has never been seen showing mercy to any who stand against his orders. Women, young, elderly, or even crippled are not immune to his savage nature.

Equipment: Jack carries his infamous black iron set as well as two sets of twin black iron straight sword and one black iron one handed style great sword. He has never been seen using the great sword any many are relieved of it. One set of swords are strapped among his waisst while the other set form an x on his back. The great sword is sheathed between them cutting through the center of the x. Other than that, he carries what the mission and Order provide. For example: rations.

Skills/Abilities: Just a really skilled fighter. Never learned magic or even first aid.

Other Information:
His black iron equipment was given a special property. It takes the iron in blood to repair itself. A worthy function for a man such as Jack.

Some rumors say that while his wasn't blessed by a God, he was certainly marked by a beast.

Have been working all weekend. I'll get it up tonight.
I'll make my cs in the morning. I have a good idea for a character.
Would it work if I stated he is a youngling who hasnt fully manifested his psionic abilities? I'm sure o could come up with a reason for it. Maybe his society was attacked by elves right after he under went the process of ceramorphosis. He would still be physically strong but wouldn't really had well developed psionic abilities.
Ulitharids don't use magic. Magic is almost banned in Illithid society. The rely mostly on me mental abilities. It use true that Ulitharids are physically monstrous but they lack effective fighting skills because they use their mental abilities a majority of the time. I should also point out undead are completely immune to their mental abilities. I'll change a few things though. Or atleast add some weaknesses. I should also point out that those with strong will can resist being mentally effected.
Name: Masrith

Appearance: As an Ulitharid, Masrith stands nine feet tall


Race: Ulitharid. They are a more powerful sub race of illithid

Class: Psion

Equipment: Steel guantlets, leather leggings braced with steel, backpack for carrying evil stuff, and 'The Allseers eye'. Its a special eye patch that allows him to decipher all written forms of language.

Background: As an Ulitharid. Masrith started off as nothing more as a tadpole waiting to undergo the process of Ceremorphosis. After burrowing into the brain of his host and replacing it. His body developed into that of an Ulitharid. Making him far greater physically and with mental prowess against his Illithid brothers. He was granted a higher status because of this and lived as a noble. Masrith always sought to benefit and improve himself over others and was not considered a kind individual. Living a life with two mentally dominated slaves kind of does that. He always sought the better of his species and only ever followed the laws set by the elder brain. Occasionally trading with other races of the under dark and going to the surface to collect more slaves for their society. Other than that, he doesn't talk about how he left his people because he uncovered a terrible secret hidin by the elder brain.

Other: Psions are beings with powerful minds. All kinds of Illithids have psionic powers to dominate the minds of others and some can even use their minds to open dimensional portals. Ulitharids are also physical powerful.

Weaknesses: Undead are completely immune to his mental effecting abilities and strong willed individuals can resist them. Using his psionic abilities can also wear him down. First causing him to haveassive headaches which will then be followed by hallucinations if he doesn't rest his mind. If he still persists, he could then become mentally unstable causing him to lose control of his abilities for a time. Also, despite his physical stature, he doesn't have effective hand to hand combat skills. Yes he can throw a mean punch, but fighting a someone who actually trains in hand to hand will put him at a disadvantage.
Gonna be an Ulitharid that is socially awkward.
Is this still accepting?
I'm up for it if you'll have me.
Masrith walked through the swamp land heading for a place he saw on a poster called "The Mountain Tavern". He held out a sheet of paper and looked down at it. It was the paper the info was written on. He had no actual idea what language it was in. Just that his eye patch aloud him to read it in his language. The entire idea of the situation was an uncomfortable thought in his mind. He was in a 'world' he knew nothing about. His 'world' was the underdark. A place in the depths of the world. On top of that, he was an Illithid...or to be more specific..an Ulitharid. His race was seen as vile and despicable creatures that should be avoided. He had no friends or allies ever since he was split up from his group during the ambush. He knew they were alive. They were powerful individuals that were also intelligent. They had each other. Masrith had no one. Without even a trace idea of where home was except below the earth, he had no generalization of directions. He looked down at the paper again. "Morro Aramato". His voice was deep and menacing and was the only physical trait that rivaled his stature. Maybe his eyes. They were pitch white after all. That name was one of the only two directives he could conceive. Find the tavern and find her. A quest to stop the curse was something they had in common. The only thing really. It didn't take long to find the tavern. He had seen the location in someone's mind a few days back and it was firmly planted in his memory. The tavern didn't look good. Masrith hesitated to approach. It looked like a place blooming with trouble... maybe. He didn't know. The above world was strange to him. He also was a muscular nine foot tall purple octopus thing. If that didn't stand out then nothing else probably would. Despite his hesitant thoughts he approached the tavern. It was logically his best option. The only clear way to obtain any kind of solid ground on the surface. He entered the tavern to see some heads turn at him immediately. Seeing a muscular nine foot tall purple octopus monster was sure to turn some heads after all. He approached the counter the tavern keeper was standing at and put the paper on the counter. He pointed to it and said one name out loud. "Morro Aramato?" His voice was equally disturbing as his stature. He made it quite evident he was looking for whoever Morro was. He was hoping for any kind of physical gesture to the person's location as he did not understand human language. A mental link might also cause a form of hostility and trouble was the last thing he was looking for.
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