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Name: Kograth Shargof
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 55
Appearence: Kograth is a large man, standing at an imposing 6’5”. His well muscled body is generally seen adorned in jet black plate mail, with a rich purple trim. Kograth’s hair is white, and receded half way to the back of his head. Deep set purple eyes seem to glow when directly stared into.
Personality: A greatly charismatic man, Kograth has a forceful personality that foolish and weak people are frequently drawn to. He uses these people as pawns in his quest to increase his powerbase in the land of Sorcerer-Kings. While he does not yet have a land of his own, he is the leader of a nomadic cult of miscreants, one that lives lavishly by robbing those on the fringe of larger societies.
Class & Occupation: Sorcerer, Cult Leader.
Skills: Kograth is in fine physical condition. He is capable of lifting weights befitting a man of his size. However, his physique doesn’t lend itself to quick motions as much as powerful ones. He is very well spoken, and is a fairly well read scholar. He has a talent for manipulation, and though people have been known to resist his charms, few have been able to read his motives. Kograth is quite capable with a great sword.
Magic: Dark Magic- Things like pain and life force manipulation. Some mind control, as well as illusions. Dark energy manipulation.
Background: Kograth was born the son of the leader of a clan of barbarians. His mother had been the clan healer, using her magic for the benefit of all. When she gave birth to Kograth, it killed her. His father knew immediately that Kograth had magic in him, but incapable of killing his first born child, Kograth was given to mad witches to be raised in the wilderness. While the witches had begun to teach Kograth of magic from a young age, it wasn’t until he was fifteen that he was able to understand and manipulate them with any accuracy.
His first targets were animals in the forest. He had to survive using only his magic to hunt with. At first this was difficult, as Kograth’s magic didn’t manifest itself in bursts of fire or ice, but in visions and shadows. Once he had learned how to ensnare his prey in his illusions, Kograth would bash in their skulls with a stick or a rock. Eventually though, he became too much for the witches to handle. He drove them to madness, forcing them to live in a constantly changing reality, before making his way into the civilized world.
Kograth came upon his first city-state at the ripe age of twenty-two. He had passed through small villages, leaving disarray, and taking anything of value. The walled city of Boskoria was an entirely different experience from that. It already had a Sorcerer-King , and a powerful one at that. It would be a long time before Kograth could take on such a being, but his ambitions could wait. He began by enrolling in one of the private military academies in the city. There he learned many things, including how to control the minds of other human beings. By the time the academy staff figured out all of his official documents were really elaborate forgeries, he had already graduated at the top of his class.
Still, this was not enough for him, and he spent the next thirty years of his life wandering between the states, gathering followers and pillaging villages. Eventually, he had formed a roving band of bandits, all willing to die to advance their masters will. Kograth whispered in their minds as they slept, and his spirit aided them during battle.
