TheDarkTemplar

Orean Cause (A magical school?) [Reboot]

What's that?

Orean Cause (A magical school?) [Reboot]

Shall do.

Orean Cause (A magical school?) [Reboot]

Once again...nothing to see here...

Orean Cause (A magical school?) [Reboot]

Nothing can stop him but Tyrion Lannister with a crossbow.

Orean Cause (A magical school?) [Reboot]

Nothing to see here...

Orean Cause (A magical school?) [Reboot]

Just a teaser, he's almost done. Just gotta finish up the bio and some optionals.

Orean Cause (A magical school?) [Reboot]

Hopefully, in the meantime I shall continue working on what may be my most evil character yet....maybe I don't know....nah

Lantern

It all happened so quickly, before he had any time to react or prepare it came over him. The powerful waves of the river carried him and Rhea away within the blink of an eye. As he struggled to get his head to the surface Talan realized he was no longer holding Rhea, "Hopefully she fairs well" he thought but only for a moment as he had to keep focus on staying above the water. For a moment it felt as if all that would happen was that he'd be carried downstream somewhat and the waters would calm. What he did not expect however was the sudden drop of the waterfall. He couldn't even hear the waters as it collapsed towards the bottom. Upon reaching the end Talan was plunged deep below the water and almost hit his head on a rock. Fortunately he managed to resurface with only a few small cuts from the shrapnel of the bridge that whizzed past in the currents.

Finally after what seemed an eternity Talan was able to reach the riverbank and with all the energy that was left in him he plopped himself onto the ground. The mud got on his skin and one side of his face but he didn't care. After what he just experienced a bit of mud on the face was nothing. As he watched the passing waters Talan noticed something familiar. A mask, it was in the shape of a wolf, could it be the same one he had before? Talan rolled over into the water to grab it before it was carried away and once it was his again he held it tightly in his embrace. "Emas Katan", he said thanking his gods but instead of putting it on he simply held it in his hands looking into the eyes. The mask had an almost hypnotic attribute to itself, causing Talan to gaze for a time longer that he intended. Eventually he was able to break the stare and after washing the mud off his face he stood up to get an idea of where he was. "Still in this damn forest...", he thought as he frowned slightly. Surveying the river he saw no sign of Rhea, just flowers and various articles of clothing.

"No bodies, perhaps everyone survived? If so where are they?", Talan reasoned they'd either be further up the river or further down. The problem was which way to head: up or down? Seeing as he was never unconscious during the entire ordeal he was perhaps the first to get ashore. With that he inferred that everyone else must be further down the river if they survived the fall at all. "First, weapons", Talan was not going to venture into this forest alone without weapons. Yes he had the mask but that alone was not enough. Just as before Talan fashioned a spear from a branch found lying nearby. Unlike the ones before they were not flimsy and thin. This one has thickness to it and fares far better as a two-handed spear. Once it's construction was complete Talan took a moment to thank his father and moved on.

Orean Cause (A magical school?) [Reboot]

Bad guy CS 50% complete...

The Dark Templar's Character Vault[NO TOUCHY]

Zealthranus "The Dread Lord"

Race: Corrupted Human

Age: 2,491

Gender: Male

Powers:

• Necromancy
• Telekinesis
• Teleportation by way of traveling black smoke/fog.
• Reincarnation-if killed it resurrected by way of taking control of the nearest dead human and changing its appearance to match his original form. The distance has no limit, the only way to counteract this is to destroy the source of that power.(It will be hinted at throughout the RP)

Weaknesses:

• The destruction of his power source removes his ability to self resurrect.
• Certain necromantic spells require time to cast, during whoch he is vulnerable to attack but if his source of power had not been destroyed he will simply resurrect.
• Forms of magic crafted to combat the undead can do some serious damage, even kill.

Personality: Prideful, determined to see his will made reality to the point of insanity. Practically devoid of empathy and sadistic.

Skills:

• One-Handed Sword Fighting
• Spear/Staff Combat

Background: Long ago, around the time of the Fall of Rome, there was a man. Whatever he was called has been forgotten but who he was has not. During his among the living he was a criminal, a menace to society serving only himself and thriving off the suffering of others. He was unlike most criminals in the sense that he was not of low status in society. Instead he quite wealthy and powerful despite his name being removed from the history books.

One night as he was returning from an event the man was kidnapped, taken by the very people he stole from and sold toen whose agenda would not be revealed to the man until it was too late. They were cultists, members of a group known as The Tributaries of Tartarus, who were known for practicing human sacrifice in the hopes of attaining power from the afterlife. The man was put through horrors others could not endure, by the time of the sacrifice the man was no longer who he was. A broken husk of his former self that longed for death and the peaceful slumber which would follow.

To his misfortune the afterlife was anything but peaceful. It is believed by most that those souls condemned to hell are made to suffer in agony until the end of time. What was done at the sacrificial ritual made it so decades in hell were mere moments in the mortal world. Upon being killed the man was again put through horrible torture for what seemed to be centuries but were in truth minutes. At some point during his time in hell he was approached by a demon. It's name was Zealthranus and it saw a way to get what it desired through the man. The two struck an accord; The demon would be able to live within the man and enter the mortal world, the man would be free from hell and given the power to exact revenge on all who wronged him as well as receive anything he desired.

The man that died remained so, what came back with his body was an abomination. A combination of man and demon with powers from hell itself, Zealthranus. The cultists were originally to be executed but the abomination saw them as a usefull tool. They worshipped him and The Tributaries of Tartarus became The Scions of The Dread Lord. For the next century The Dread Lord word from the shadows. His followers planting the seeds of evil in the hearts and minds of the people while their Lord himself used his new powers to forge subtle evils whose effects would shake the world.

It was only till after those forty years did his reign of evil end when a group known as The Sentinels of Light laid seige to his fortress and defeated The Dread Lord. The Sentinels knew of his ability to resurrect but not his power source. Instead of slaying him they imprisoned him in a hidden chamber guarded by wards and seals, far from the civilized world. It is there he has laid for milennia...until now.

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Optionals:

• His Dragon

  
• The Original Zealthranus

  

Theme song: The Dread Lord's Theme