Name- Kiara Nerov



1. Age- 26
2. Race- Human Warlock
3. Gender- Female
4. Affiliation- Council of the Damned
5. Backstory-
Kiara Nerov, Mistress of Flame, was the only daughter born to her parents Alexi and Prim. She grew up with two older brothers and one younger one who she became close to, much more so then her older siblings. Growing up life was good, as House Nerov was a noble one and that meant a privileged life, one she did not like. There was a fiery passion in her for greater things and her destiny would be a great one, more then she would know.

As far back as Kiara could remember she had a tendency to make things burn and as she grew it became very noticeable. Some would even remark that "When she walked green grass would become black but only when she was pissed off." Despite that fault she was very serious and often a smooth talker when she had to bail Aydin out of unsavory situations. As the days turned into months and then years, she developed her gift into a great tool and weapon.

Around the age of adulthood Kiara followed her brother Aydin to wander the world and learn from it. They chose to leave behind their privileged life so that they could make etch their names onto history. They would meet all sorts of people and deadly enemies and when their journey was done they sought to build a council of the most talented warlocks. The Council of the damned was created and the city of Xanderath was built in their image to last for centuries to come, or so they hoped..

6. Height-5'11"
7. Weight-110lbs
8. Birthday-All Hallows Eve

"What is this dragon doing here?"

Name:
Aydin Nerov

Age:
25

Race:
Half-elf

Gender:
Male

Height:
5ft 3"

Weight:
67kg | 147lbs

Birthday:
Unknown

Affiliation:
The Council of the Damned (Currently Overlord)
House Nerov

Background:

Aydin, the Master Warlock, currently the leader of the Council of the Damned, alongside his sister, Kiara Nerov, the infamous Lithoth, Xelhobin the Shade, Arkaedus, and finally Geros. Aydin's background is a complex one; he's not a true Nerov, he was found at a very young age by Alexi and Prim Nerov, who at the time already had three children; Maikos, Xepiroth and Kiara, two sons and one daughter. They had the choice to either let Aydin die or take him in as one of their own, odd how one decision changed the course of humanity for hundreds of years to come, it was because of the Council that Warlocks rose out from their hiding place to fight against the Order. Now, of course 'Aydin' isn't his true name, no one knows what his true name is, nor does anyone know of his true parentage; though Alexi did mention that something about the infant was off, and I don't mean the pointy ears. Aydin is the youngest of the four, being just over a year younger than Kiara.

Aydin had a fairly normal childhood, growing up alongside his newfound siblings; there were one or two paranormal incidents that seemed to circulate around Aydin, as well as an attempted assassination of Alexi and Prim. Lithoth, known as the "Plaguebringer", acted as their butler in service to the Nerovian household... Kiara however was never really fond of him, probably due to his slightly idiotic nature, nonetheless Lithoth provided protection, being a powerful Warlock and all that. Once Aydin and Kiara reached the age of 16-17, they left home in order to become a regular Warlock; little did they know that they'd become the two most powerful Warlocks in existance. The two decided to drag Lithoth along as well to act as a "pack mule" and as a shield, him being mostly undead has many advantages; Lithoth was never overly fond of becoming the literal embodiment of a pin cushion. After a month or so travelling between towns, they were abruptly halted by a dark figure, they were told nothing other than to wait within the upstairs room in the closest inn until nightfall, and so they did, willingly for some reason. They met the dark figure again, but he was different this time, this time he explained himself, who he was, he was Ko'roth, he was only in the presence of the three for a few minutes, instructing them to travel east and build a city; "You will find help there." he said before fading into the shadows. Now, more confused than a drunken dwarf with a concussion, they headed east, and there, in a hardly developed miniscule village, they encountered Geros, they were a tad skeptical with Geros at first, but after he demonstrated his demonic capability, they agreed to Ko'roth's terms; and over 7 years, Xanderath, with an immense Demon work force, was constructed.

Years passed, and a small town had turned into one of the biggest cities in Aeolus, the Council had risen as six powerful Warlocks under the watch of Ko'roth. Despite being one of the most powerful Warlocks in a hundred years, Aydin doesn't plan things out, thus making him reckless, which thankfully Kiara is there to stop him from doing some incredibly stupid things. Though he is short, he does have a rather muscular build belying the armour. Oh, Aydin also has a tremendous fear of Ghouls, which explains the fact that he doesn't touch Necromancy as much as the other subjects, as well as intentionally keeping his distance from Arkaedus.

Flaws:
1. Horrid fear of Ghouls
2. Overly reckless
3. Suffers from ADD
4. Short stature

[NPC]

"It is highly advised you start running now..."

Name:
Alleria Aurora Shadowbreaker

Age:
32 Physically | 49 Biologically

Race:
Human Nephilim

Gender:
Female

Affiliation:
Order of the Three Lights

Height:
5ft 11"

Backstory:

The daughter of Imperion Shadowbreaker, however she is nothing like her father, she had a rebellious side. Dabbling with dark magics of the Council, on one or two occasions sneaking into Xanderath itself just to attend Loremaster Abel Samuellson's classes about the History of Arkus, or even Aydin Nerov himself teaching the basics, which she adapts to fairly easily. The reason she hasn't been recognized nor ripped apart from the combination of Fel and Aether, is because she is in fact a Nephilim, but better yet, a shapeshifting Nephilim; managing to change her form, hair, eyes, height, build and so forth in a manner of minutes. Though shapeshifting isn't a part of being a Nephilim, it is certain that her mother, whoever it may be, was certainly not normal.

Alleria holds no hatred for the Council of the Damned, though she does despise Lithoth a tad... but who doesn't?

Flaws:
1. Doesn't know her own power
2. Nephilim, hunted by powermongers
3. Prone to violent outbursts

[NPC]

"I'm not going to kill him, I'm going to BREAK him."

Name:
Imperion Bryus Inaera Shadowbreaker III

Age:
74 Physically | 142 Biologically

Race:
Human

Gender:
Male

Affiliation:
Order of the Three Lights

Height:
6ft 6"

Backstory:

Imperion was there before Ko'roth's ascension, Imperion watched as he became a broken man and took up the mantle as the "First Warlock". Even though he was around 14 at the time, he was still Ko'roth's superior. Time passed as Imperion grew up to be one of the most powerful Paladins in millennia, being one of the four leaders of the Order of the Three Lights, it's no surprise he ranked that high. Even in his elder years, Imperion still manages to take down some of the most formidable foes.

The old Paladin has a daughter named 'Alleria Shadowbreaker', the identity of her mother is kept a secret among the four leaders, even Alleria herself has no information of the other half of her parentage, but one thing is certain; she is a confirmed Nephilim, a very powerful one at that. Imperion is very protective of his daughter, even at one point throwing his hammer at the jaw of a guard flirting with her, he still can't eat soup correctly.

Imperion has a deep hatred for the Council of the Damned, he has attempted assaults on Xanderath on many occasions, each one failing. Imperion has a certain method for punishing those that dare defy his terrifying rule; he likes to watch them suffer, breaking their legs and watching them try to crawl away to safety, disturbing yet truthfully rather amusing.

Flaws:
1. Incredibly arrogant
2. Ill tempered
3. Slight sadist

[NPC]

"Hey kids, wanna see a dead body?!" - Roseaver before throwing a dismembered body into a crowd of screaming children.

Name:
Roseaver (His name beforehand has been long forgotten)

Age:
22 Physically | 4492 Biologically

Race:
Unknown, seemingly Vampiric.

Gender:
Male

Affiliation:
Council of the Damned
Halax'zen

Height:
6ft 4"

Weight:
64Kg | 141lbs

Backstory:

Where do I begin with this long and tragic story? Over four millennia ago he lived as a regular teenager within a noble family, nothing of importance, a threat was growing in Arkus, a threat known simply as the Bolter'aak Empire ruled by King Jad, he and his minions were spreading like a wildfire, taking towns, cities, villages, everything into their control; and they were coming for Roseaver's family next. They refused, which resulted in their slow deaths... Bolter'aak elites rushed their castle, took them into the courtyard and burnt them alive in a compiled group, save for Roseaver, he was forced to watch as they died screaming; these Elites were not like any other warrior, their "magic" was beyond comprehension, they had the capability to force multiple people into a still state, encased in a red orb as they were powerless to move, blink, the only thing they could do was speak. The citizens were next... Roseaver was cast out to die, he stumbled away as his home was burnt to ash; he had nothing else to live for, no family, everyone he'd once loved butchered in front of him. He was going to end his suffering by throwing himself off a jagged cliff, he faced the ocean, crashing waves beneath him as cold, moist wind rushed up to him. He jumped. Then he changed his mind. He screamed in agony, but as he looked down he hadn't even reached the floor yet, but he did notice that he was being dissipated, as if he was being shredded by a thousand blades, soon he was nothing but a bloody mist. Within seconds he was back up the top of the cliff completely fine, but as he looked up he saw a levitating figure; piercing red eyes looking into the depths of his soul. Halax'zen himself had presented himself before Roseaver. The Blood God said that he needed some entertainment, and so he forced his "gift" upon Roseaver. He felt no stronger, only the same misery that he had before, but he didn't dare question the Blood God's gift. "You may be killed, but you will return minutes later. Death will NEVER be the end, you will always return. Reap your VENGEANCE.", those were the final words of Halax'zen before returning back to where he came from.

Confused and still suicidal, he threw himself off the cliff once again, but this time he wasn't stopped... he hit the ground as his bones shattered, but he didn't die? His blood that decorated the nearby rocks seeped back into his body, and his bones reconstructed himselves. The only thing he accomplished by doing that was earning himself an extremely long walk back up to the surface. Over the next few months he began his vengeance rhythm, hunting down every Elite that forced innocent people into their terrible reign, his final target would be King Jad, and he would enjoy ripping out his spine. Roseaver demonstrated the full extent of his power, reanimating some Elite that he saw as actual people, and not mindless monsters that would slaughter those that defied them. Two Elites he reanimated became his closest companions over the millennia, Cpt. Valkris and Gelsahrak. However, there was one Elite Roseaver didn't kill... in fact, he fell in love. Now, Roseaver refuses to share any information on his past, or about this Elite he fell in love with, not even the gender of the Elite, only that they were later publically executed, the fact that Roseaver couldn't save the one he loved broke him even further, if that were even possible. To finish this dark story, Roseaver murdered King Jad and kept his skull as a reminder to his power. Halax'zen was so pleased with Roseaver's performance that he decided to let Roseaver keep his immortality.

Rosever can sometimes be known as the "Blood Wolf", he isn't a Saavrak, but he can temporarily metamorph himself into a wolf-like status; an ethereal sub-human travelling at an immense speed to sever limbs with it's devestating claws, and bite huge chunks of flesh with it's humungous jaws.

Now back to present day, Roseaver has let go of his past, now a much more calm man; still incredibly murderous and whatnot, but calmer. Valkris and Gelsahrak still accompany him acting as his guards. Roseaver began to grow close to the Incubus known as Tenshi, and vice versa for Tenshi. In combat, when together, they prove to be rather efficient; Roseaver holds back enemies that get too close to Tenshi, and Tenshi blasts a 8" hole in their chest, at any distance.

Flaws:
1. Insanely reckless, often resulting in serious injuries.
2. Burns in sunlight
3. Suffers from night terrors
4. Violent outbursts due to flashbacks


(Both art pieces done by David Raposa, brilliant artist. :>)

[NPC]

"Oh! I'm a GENIUS!" He says whilst flailing internal organs around.

Name:
Alduar "Lithoth" Anthor (More commonly known as Lithoth)

Age:
No one knows.

Race:
Most likely undead.

Gender:
Male, we think.

Affiliation:
Council of the Damned

Height:
6ft 8"

Weight:
21Kg | 46lbs

Backstory:

The true definition of the term "mad doctor". Born in an unknown place, at an unknown time; it's very easy to question whether he was either born or created. Nonetheless, Lithoth is truly an insane, psychopathic genius; he may act moronic at times, but he is good at what he specializes in, and that is the concoction of various diseases, viruses and other dark creations; his prime creation being the Anthoric Plague, a plague that ran through Aeolus for two decades, slow deaths came to those who were afflicted, and hundreds upon thousands died due to Lithoth. Before becoming a part of the Council, he was known as the butler to House Nerov; no one knows how he came into service, Alexi Nerov says that he just "strolled right into our home and started to clean things, so we just ran with it". Oddly enough, Lithoth never removes his plague doctor mask, it's as if it's fused to his flesh, people have attempted to remove it in the past and have failed, but none the less he still does his work efficiently; for 22 years he worked with the Nerovs. Despite being the insane madman he is, he's surprisingly good with children, helping raise the four Nerovian children, though Kiara seemed to despise his idiotic nature whilst it amused the others.

People within the Council have debated Lithoth's status, whether he's dead or alive, human or any other race; the most believable idea is that Lithoth is an Undying, thus explaining his unnaturally light weight, and the fact that he can be dismembered without flinching or showing any pain, and as for his age... he talks about events that happen before Ko'roth's ascension, maybe he was there a hundred years ago? Or maybe he's lying, making it up as he goes along, or in Kiara's words, "bullshit". Lithoth is certainly not from Aeolus, his accent isn't of this region. Even though Lithoth likes to mess around rather frequently, it's when he turns serious... that's when you should fear him the most.

Flaws:
1. Thinks he's indestructible
2. Disturbed mind
3. Split personality
4. Poisonous aura around him

Age
331

Height
9' 6"

Length
11' 9"

Weight
3,548lbs.

Birthday
Unknown

Race
Saavrak

Gender
Unknown
(Appears to be Male)

Affiliation
N/A
(Currently; Blademasters Of Karanos)

Backstory
The small scrapes of birth history drawn back to the great Crimson Lion are scarce, and many of them are only found within the deep archives of the Order. Birthdates and extremely young sightings of Ōbörœ Ûgrøth have been lost within the multitude of scrolls written upon Arkus, and only the bloody messenger himself knows of his origins. Yet, he tells no one but the howling wind and the Old Gods themselves.

At a young age Ōbörœ had developed an ear for the divine voices of the Gods, their shouts of anger, their coos of mercy, the Crimson Lion was fascinated by them. They all road upon the sweet cold winds into the many caves he called home within the mountain passes of Arkus, and sometimes they spoke to him personally. Many a time has the innocent Saavrak heard the voice of Sadhu, calling him to murder the advancing armies in the maze like passes in the steep mountains Ōbörœ inhabited, ensuring no reinforcements would threaten the God's far-off troops. Little did the misguided beast know, that he had started to fall into the meddling hands of the Old Gods, with no parents to guide him away from this unsteady path. They had died shortly after Ōbörœ's birth, their frost bitten bodies giving off their last remaining warmth to keep the crying infant alive in the severe, unprotected blizzard he had been suddenly conceived into.

More voices entered the Red-skinned beast's head as he aged into an adult. Astral strings, Tor'qux, you name it. With the Increase in the beast's infamy and ability in the rough environment of the mountain passes, came the errands of more Gods, needing their work to be done fast and efficient. This was Ōbörœ's specialty.
Still, the Saavrak could not attend to every God's whim all the time, which earned him the title of "The Red-skinned Traitor". Whenever he denied a God's request, though it pained him to do so, those entity's followers payed aggressive heed to the overwhelmed herald. But, with Ōbörœ's skill set, the Old Gods never kept such disdain grudges against him, knowing the beast would be of use to them in the future.

Glazed eyes and murmuring voices are what the great Crimson Lion has now been reduced to mentally, His mind distorted due to the over-numerous dream-like visions that have separated his reality from the voices of the Old Gods. Ōbörœ has currently taken a rare trip out of his mountain lair to traverse to the sandy landscape of Karanos to aid the God Sadhu and his blademasters within the sudden conflict of the Council and Order. Yet, the other divine beings have their own strings attached to this scaley puppet. Will he truly be trustworthy?

Cucumbers are 96% water, Ko'roth can walk on water; I walk on cucumbers, thus I am 96% Ko'roth.

Name:
Tenshi

Age:
17 Physically | 432 Biologically (25 years = 1 year.)

Race:
Demonic Incubus

Gender:
Male, mostly.

Affiliation:
Council of the Damned

Height:
5ft 4"

Weight:
40Kg | 88lbs

Backstory:

Tenshi is one of the most brilliant minds in the Council of the Damned, crafting all manner of siege weaponry for the Council, his most impressive construction not being an immense cannon, but a simple gun. Known as the "Anti-Behemoth Rifle", it has (as the name entails) the capability to take down entire Behemoths. though it's still in it's prototype stage, Aydin and the rest of the Council anticipate it's full version.

Tenshi has a sister, or half-sister if you wish to get technical, born of the same mother, different fathers. Her name is Hyrisha, and she is deadly as much as she is beautiful, being a Succubus and all. Tenshi and Hyrisha grew up mostly in the Twisting Abyss, until they encountered an open portal, their curiosity pulled them through the portal, no one was around, who opened the portal? They heard a noise, and hid behind a couple of large crates as a man not older than 20 began to tamper with the portal as it began to close, it was one of Ko'roth's sons, possibly the Demonologist. An hour passed before the man left again, this was their opportunity to escape, and they did so, almost silently.

Weeks passed as they couldn't return home, thus they had to adapt to this new world, beginning with hiding their horns, wings and tail; most Incubi and Succubi have the ability to vanish them. They travelled through towns avoiding people as often as they could, but for Hyrisha they shouldn't be avoided too often; as you may or may not know, every once in a while Succubi require a certain substance acquired from males only, and without said substance, symptoms appear, and get worse and worse until their death. You can't blame them, it's in their nature, Incubi and Succubi are sexual deviants, if they weren't so, then what are they? Sometimes when staying away from civilization for too long, Hyrisha will become afflicted, and more often than not Tenshi had to unwillingly do things that alot of people would frown heavily upon. It was unnecessary, but necessary at the same time. Ever since that unfortunate event they stayed near a village at all times.

Now moving on from the incest, and onto Tenshi's skills. Despite having no magical abilities whatsoever, Tenshi makes up for that lack with precise marksmanship and skill with ranged weaponry. As well as having incredible physical strengh, even though having no muscular density at all, it's a part of his genetical code we think. These demons are peculiar, their genetics are randomized, no two Incubi/Succubi are the same, some like Tenshi may have a feminine form, but still acquire incredible strength. Tenshi has grown oddly fond of Roseaver over the time they've known each other, they do spend a lot of time together.

Flaws:
1. Suffers from depression
2. Unaware of the dangers of 'splosions
3. Fear of eternity/afterlife
4. Emotionally unstable

Name - Bane Ardanis



1. Age - 33
2. Race - Human
3. Gender - Male
4. Affiliation - Order of the Three lights
5. Backstory -
Born into a moderate village, he lived a simple cobble workers life with his family. Day after day he learned his trade helping his father and brothers build various buildings and fix broken down ones. Needless to say the town became an unfortunate battleground for the warlocks and paladins in one of their wars. He was only 13 when the fire began, caused by the warlocks in their retreat. Something about getting the Paladins off their backside by setting the town ablaze as a means of escape..

Half his family burned to a crisp when their house caved in blocking the exits. Fortunately, Bane was gathering water in buckets to try and help the already burning houses around him with his older brother Frelion. Bane could only be dragged away by Frelion as he looked at his burning house and his shattered life. They got away from the fire but all around them skirmishes waged on by all manner of creature.

The warlocks were gone and the only thing that remained were baffled cries for help and an empty feeling inside Bane. Needless to say Bane and Frelion were taken by the Order to become more foot soldiers but what caught everyone by surprise was Bane. He excelled in combat above others and his magical skills blossomed with the right motivation and endurance. By the age of 18 he was on the voyage to become great and by 25 he was a grizzled veteran of countless battles some with victory others with defeat. He stands now a chief lieutenant of Imperion and a leader of men. Beware his blade for it just might be the last thing you see.

[Optional]

6. Height - 6'1
7. Weight - 185lbs
8. Birthday- Age is just a number

Name - Geros
Gender - Male
Birthday - He doesn't talk about it much
Age - 314 (Or so it is believed to be)
Height - 174 cm
Weight - 64 kg
Affiliation - CotD
Species - Human / Demon Blood

Flaws:
1. Poor vision (Mostly manifests as far-sighted)
2. Undiplomatic (Not good at talking to people)
3. Muscle stiffness (Intense physical activity causes pain)

At times its as if the whole world is blind, people believing that their meaningless lives will continue in this doomed existence. Well in the land of the blind the one eyed man is king, and we the council can see. But I am not sure, I have done this dance before and found my partners to be lacking. They thought they knew me, no one truly knows me. Many will make the claim that they do but in truth they only know my earthly shell. My soul is between myself and the Reaper. But I digress. I was raised in the company of mercenaries, not very successful ones at that, they did however give me the right ideas when it came to power. So, I sought power. And no where does power run more freely than hell, it was simply a matter of being more clever then the current demon rabble, once I had power it was a simple matter of keeping it. All real challenge behind me I looked to the long term, that's where this new council came in. My fellow council members can see the inevitable that this blind world does not, what we do now we do not just to survive, but to flourish. The past has its place, do not ask of mine.

[NPC]
Xelhobin




"Do you reckon if I split a Dwarf in half with my blade, ale will burst out everywhere?"

Name:
Xelhobin (Spirit) | Inaarak (Host)

Age:
Unknown

Race:
Shadow demon (Spirit) | Human-Shadowbeast Hybrid (Host)

Gender:
Male

Affiliation:
Council of the Damned

Height:
Freeform (Spirit) | 6ft 4" (Host)

Weight:
Weightless (Spirit) | 91Kg | 200lbs (Host)

Backstory:

Xelhobin himself is just as ancient as Arkus, crafted by the Gods on Welfall as the Host of Shadow. He held a feud with the Dragon Goddess named Tjecel, they fought for millennia, and after all that time Xelhobin was annihilated before being cast through a newly created rift leading to Arkus. The rift, known as the "Abyssal Maw", was opened up in the middle of the Drowning Expanse, almost above where Nykrileth resides. Things could go through the rift to Arkus, but they couldn't return; and thus Dragons were introduced to Arkus. It's odd to comprehend that Dragons, famed beasts of Arkus, are in fact an alien race.

Anywho, ever since Xelhobin was cast through the rift, his godly status was ripped straight from him, shattering his previous form and weakening him to merely a fraction of his original power. For millennia he wandered Arkus as a mere shadow, that was until the Council of the Damned awakened. He saw the opportunity to regain a portion of his power, and he took it, in fact he was specially selected by Ko'roth to fill in the position. However, in order to stabilize his current spectre form, he had to take control of a host; possess a living being and take him/her for his own to use for many purposes. Inaarak, a Blademaster that originated from Unik, offered himself as a mortal "sacrifice" so to speak, directly for Xelhobin. The two work in synergy together, though it's mostly Xelhobin taking control, the only time Inaarak has control is when Xelhobin is forced out of his shell.

Flaws:
1. Easily separated from his host
2. Physically unstable
3. Highly reactive to Aether when exposed

[NPC]
Harbingers of Chaos

Left - Markus Bayne | Right - Jesse Stagner

This isn't so much a "character", though they are an important part of the series; as well as two primary characters being Harbingers of Chaos. These constructs have no living flesh; their previous mortal form has been shattered and disintigrated, their soul and essence however is taken and placed into a Black Gold shell, as well as being charged with an immense amount of Fel energy. This Fel energy powers the suit in order for it to be used for it's full potential. The Harbingers of Chaos cannot be physically killed, they are the Council's immortal soldiers, so to speak. Their armor may be destroyed, but if their essence is untouched, then they may serve the Council once again in a new metal body. However, the Fel that is merged with their soul can be cancelled out by Aether or Mortis, thus destroying their soul.

Most Harbingers of Chaos are identical, the more unique they are, the higher ranking they are; they are also crafted from a magic tempered material named "Black Gold", a dark substance that has been corrupted by Mortis, but not enough that it can't be touched by mortals. The Black Gold is heated to an extraordinary temperature with Fel and Mortis, until it is at a liquid state; then it is poured into a mould, and for only a few minutes it can be shaped before it hardens; and the more times it is reheated and hardened, the harder it is to revert it back to it's liquid state.

Now onto the prime subjects; Stagner and Bayne, possibly the two most formidable fighters within the Council. Bayne being the more serious of the two, taking even the smallest of situations with a straightforward attitude, and though he is extremely tactical and whatnot, he isn't the best fighter of the two; Markus Bayne wields a towering spiked shield alongside a hooked blade primarily used for hooking into the enemy's flesh or armor before slamming them into his shield; speaking of his shield, it's purpose wasn't entirely for defence, the spikes covering the dark shield would penetrate the flesh of whatever it happened to be rammed into. Now onto Jesse Stagner. Jesse likes to, shall we say, "play with his food". He wields the same shield as Bayne, but in the other hand equips an extremely long trident, or any other spear or polearm; whatever he can get his hands on. However, at times, Stagner likes to abandon his shield and apply all his strength into his spear. Oddly enough he is highly and amazingly efficient with spear-like weaponry. Stagner has a general personality almost mimicking Lithoth, psychopathic, "pisses about", and yet despite his nature he proves to be one of the greatest fighters.

Aydin Nerov in fact has a small armada of these Harbingers of Chaos; having Stagner and Bayne as their Commanders, seeing as they were the first Harbingers of Chaos to come to existance. Almost 800 of these Harbingers have been crafted over the last 10 years, and they are indeed powerful.

Flaws:
1. Can be destroyed by Mortis or Aether. (Though takes alot of effort)
2. Extremely difficult to craft.
3. Not very sneaky...

Name:
Aleksander Percival Ozi

Age:
16

Race:
Human

Gender:
Male

Affiliation:
N/A

Height:
5ft 8"

Weight:
49Kg | 108lbs

Backstory:

N/A

(Will be added later in the storyline)

Flaws: