Name: Skizzerax, the Destroyer
Age: Unknown
Race: Unknown, once a mortal race, but it is impossible to tell which.
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Class: Lich
Description: His actual appearance is a black shape that looks similar to shadow with burning red eyes of fire that show rage beyond even most demons. The Armor looks like this:
Biography:
It worked, IT WORKED! were the last words spoken by this fearsome force just before he accepted the corruption of darkness and evil into his mind. Some say he was a man, others a much stronger and more powerful race, and the last of his kind. Whatever he is, he is just as fearsome as any demon, and has slain his fair share of them. His Phylactery (Or where he poured his soul) is a glass ball, which rests in the most unlikely of places, but this I will not reveal. For not even he knows where he put it. Nor does he remember why he collects crystal balls. He usually replies with "Can't an old man have a hobby?". He has been alive for a long time, and gone a little senile in those years. He's not even all that evil anymore, still evil, but not the overlord of pure evil he once was. He spends most of his time now writing books and poring over unsolved riddles and inventing new spells. He then visits the most 'worthy' magician in their dreams and shares the spell. His history before his turning, which was longer ago than even he can remember (Around the time that magic powerful to make liches was discovered, actually. Maybe even before. Like I said no one knows.), is lost to the winds of change and time.
Spells: He is a master in all schools of magic, including, but not limited to
Death
Life
Conjuring
Illusion
Destruction
Like I said, he is extremely powerful, but doesn't fight his wars by himself. One of his unique abilities is he has the might to raise permanent armies of your basic skeleton warrior: Six feet tall, scale mail and random basic weapons. He uses humans or sometimes even demons as his generals. these are mostly manipulated to do his will.
Skills: Master of war Strategy
Master of any weapon. Halberds, Mace, Sword, you name it.
Mastery of any cooking. No really, he makes a mean stew.
Wisdom past that of most beings. But no memory of his past. Maybe it was inflicted by himself to protect himself from death?
The skill of being a grumpy old man.
Pffffft. I'm done. hope you like my CS for the Grumpy Lich! XD