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Name: Prince Zythras
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Current Residence: Badlands,
Weapons: Two-Handed sword.
Personality: Varies upon the situation. He may act cocky, sarcastic, falsely enthusiastic, pissed and many other emotions, but usually seems emotionless.
Skills: Runeforging, Blacksmithing, Mining and Alchemy.
Abilities: Summon his necromantic army. Cast Frost spells to do a multitude of things. Regenerate energy/health by sheddin blood. Teleport himself or others. Use Telepathy. Freeze himself to his throne, causing him to be untouchable but diabling him from doing anything.
Physical Appearance: Without armor: https://2img.net/h/i722.photobucket.com/albums/ww223/Pandabear2000/Anime/RikujpgAnimeguywithbrownhairimageby.jpg
With armor: https://2img.net/h/i117.photobucket.com/albums/o58/nathan2688/714px-DeathKnightRaneman.jpg
History: Zythras was born in his father Asmodi's castle. His mother was named Heather, and she saw to it that he was educated as soon as possible. His father on the other hand had attempted to get Zythras aquainted with a sword as soon as possible.
By the age of 5 Zythras could hold a shortsword without growing tired. He was practicing with a two-handed sword now, which provided him the opportunity to grow more muscle and tactics. He had sought blacksmiths to educate and show him how to forge metal into armor, swords and other useful things. He was learning mathematics and english, just as his mother had hoped for.
Zythras was 8 and tales of wandering rogues were sprouting up all over the nearby villages. Myths of walking skeletons and other horrors were told to all who would listen. Asmodi was increasingly tense, and Heather distinctively worried. Zythras knew something bad was unfolding. He knew he had to be prepared, so he began practicing with his sword twice as much, spending less time on some of his classes.'
Zythras was now 14, and doing well with blacksmithing. He made his own sword, which he made out of lighter metal so he could manuever it faster. The tales of wanderers have ceased, but a new saga has begun. Dark hooded figures, walking corpses and other frightening legends were sprouting up everywhere. The guards had been ordered to start closing the gates at sundown, and to keep them closed and patrolled until sunrise. Extra rations of dried meats and seasonings were being imported to the castle every week.
Zythras has just turned 16, and the tide of war has engulfed half of the Badlands. Many villages and small towns have been assaulted by the horrid tyrants who are stalking the night. They're taking out multiple villages a night, more and more every passing day. The Castle is on lockdown the majority of the time, with hundreds of guards patrolling the gates. Villagers are moving, attempting to flee from the deathly grips of the tyrants who were taking the Badlands by storm.
19, and Zythras has just finished crafting himself a fine set of armor. His plan is to use it if any raids or sieges are held at the castle. His father forbids him from entering battle should the time come, but Zythras knows what he must do. His mother has caught the unfluenza brought by the night tyrants, and Asmodi shows signs of it as well. Zythras, being healthy, seems immune. He sees his parents every day, seeking permission from his father should the battles reach to them. He constantly declines, and Zythras is starting to think he'll have to wait for him to die to enter battle.
Zythras is now 21. Raids by the enemies have left villages to ash, and now they are trying to take the castle by siege. Zythras' mother has died, and his father has been causing a disturbance with his constant cursing of these undying enemies. He is depressed, and Zythras knows he must die soon, or he shall be killed by the enemy.
It is the middle of the night, and Asmodi has just died. Zythras immediately takes command of the castle and rallies all his troops/ He is going to execute a counter-offensive to hold off the enemy. With this, he hopes to stall until daylight, hoping the enemy will retreat. He is going to send his 500 man battalion through the gate and into the mass of skeletal warriors knocking on their doors.
Zythras had never seen such hideous beasts. All rotting, wreaking of blood and decay. Each one slew would bring three to take it's place. His battalion was being devoured by the might of these fighting undead. Zythras prayed, not directly to any lord he knew, that he would make it out of this alive.
The last of his battalion killed, the enemy formed a circle around Zythras. One of the hooded figures, wielding a large sword of which Zythras could never dream of having, came into the circle with Zythras. It beckoned to him, signaling the fight for his life had started. He lunged with all his might, slashing downward at the fiend, only to be parried and nearly skinned. His speed was nothing compared to the demon's who he was facing.
The next thing that happened seemed impossible to Zythras. The sun, rising from the East, had blinded the demon at the exact moment Zythras redirected his sword. It cleaved the fiend's head off with a single blow, silently tearing through the fleshy material on the dark figure. Somehow, Zythras had managed to slay his enemy! He could return to his people and...Zythras had no people. Only the corpses and skeleton who had onced followed his enemy, who now followed him. Zythras was now their leader.
Zythras now resides in his newly constructed fortress, plotting the demise of all his enemies.
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Current Residence: Badlands,
Weapons: Two-Handed sword.
Personality: Varies upon the situation. He may act cocky, sarcastic, falsely enthusiastic, pissed and many other emotions, but usually seems emotionless.
Skills: Runeforging, Blacksmithing, Mining and Alchemy.
Abilities: Summon his necromantic army. Cast Frost spells to do a multitude of things. Regenerate energy/health by sheddin blood. Teleport himself or others. Use Telepathy. Freeze himself to his throne, causing him to be untouchable but diabling him from doing anything.
Physical Appearance: Without armor: https://2img.net/h/i722.photobucket.com/albums/ww223/Pandabear2000/Anime/RikujpgAnimeguywithbrownhairimageby.jpg
With armor: https://2img.net/h/i117.photobucket.com/albums/o58/nathan2688/714px-DeathKnightRaneman.jpg
History: Zythras was born in his father Asmodi's castle. His mother was named Heather, and she saw to it that he was educated as soon as possible. His father on the other hand had attempted to get Zythras aquainted with a sword as soon as possible.
By the age of 5 Zythras could hold a shortsword without growing tired. He was practicing with a two-handed sword now, which provided him the opportunity to grow more muscle and tactics. He had sought blacksmiths to educate and show him how to forge metal into armor, swords and other useful things. He was learning mathematics and english, just as his mother had hoped for.
Zythras was 8 and tales of wandering rogues were sprouting up all over the nearby villages. Myths of walking skeletons and other horrors were told to all who would listen. Asmodi was increasingly tense, and Heather distinctively worried. Zythras knew something bad was unfolding. He knew he had to be prepared, so he began practicing with his sword twice as much, spending less time on some of his classes.'
Zythras was now 14, and doing well with blacksmithing. He made his own sword, which he made out of lighter metal so he could manuever it faster. The tales of wanderers have ceased, but a new saga has begun. Dark hooded figures, walking corpses and other frightening legends were sprouting up everywhere. The guards had been ordered to start closing the gates at sundown, and to keep them closed and patrolled until sunrise. Extra rations of dried meats and seasonings were being imported to the castle every week.
Zythras has just turned 16, and the tide of war has engulfed half of the Badlands. Many villages and small towns have been assaulted by the horrid tyrants who are stalking the night. They're taking out multiple villages a night, more and more every passing day. The Castle is on lockdown the majority of the time, with hundreds of guards patrolling the gates. Villagers are moving, attempting to flee from the deathly grips of the tyrants who were taking the Badlands by storm.
19, and Zythras has just finished crafting himself a fine set of armor. His plan is to use it if any raids or sieges are held at the castle. His father forbids him from entering battle should the time come, but Zythras knows what he must do. His mother has caught the unfluenza brought by the night tyrants, and Asmodi shows signs of it as well. Zythras, being healthy, seems immune. He sees his parents every day, seeking permission from his father should the battles reach to them. He constantly declines, and Zythras is starting to think he'll have to wait for him to die to enter battle.
Zythras is now 21. Raids by the enemies have left villages to ash, and now they are trying to take the castle by siege. Zythras' mother has died, and his father has been causing a disturbance with his constant cursing of these undying enemies. He is depressed, and Zythras knows he must die soon, or he shall be killed by the enemy.
It is the middle of the night, and Asmodi has just died. Zythras immediately takes command of the castle and rallies all his troops/ He is going to execute a counter-offensive to hold off the enemy. With this, he hopes to stall until daylight, hoping the enemy will retreat. He is going to send his 500 man battalion through the gate and into the mass of skeletal warriors knocking on their doors.
Zythras had never seen such hideous beasts. All rotting, wreaking of blood and decay. Each one slew would bring three to take it's place. His battalion was being devoured by the might of these fighting undead. Zythras prayed, not directly to any lord he knew, that he would make it out of this alive.
The last of his battalion killed, the enemy formed a circle around Zythras. One of the hooded figures, wielding a large sword of which Zythras could never dream of having, came into the circle with Zythras. It beckoned to him, signaling the fight for his life had started. He lunged with all his might, slashing downward at the fiend, only to be parried and nearly skinned. His speed was nothing compared to the demon's who he was facing.
The next thing that happened seemed impossible to Zythras. The sun, rising from the East, had blinded the demon at the exact moment Zythras redirected his sword. It cleaved the fiend's head off with a single blow, silently tearing through the fleshy material on the dark figure. Somehow, Zythras had managed to slay his enemy! He could return to his people and...Zythras had no people. Only the corpses and skeleton who had onced followed his enemy, who now followed him. Zythras was now their leader.
Zythras now resides in his newly constructed fortress, plotting the demise of all his enemies.
