Character you have created: Malcolm Laurence
Alias: Dominus Mortis. Normally Just Mortis.
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): FFA07ACharacter Alignment: Villian
Identity: Unknown
Character Personality: Malcolm has lived a long time and has experienced a variety of emotions during his long life and more in his unlife as a result he has all but left human emotions aside replacing them with cold logic. Malcolm has always been cynical and pessimistic never finding joy in anything he does this is mainly due to his little grasp on his humanity and ergo his disregard for all life.
Malcolm has a short temper that quickly shows itself when he is dealing with creatures he deems as lower life forms these being mostly human being who have not achieved what he views as enlightenment.
Uniform/costume:Malcolm wears a dusty molding robe that cling loosely to his skeletal body. It was a rich purple colour which has now become a duller kind of purple. The hem of his robe has a gold pattern sewn into it.The stitching on his robes comes undone in places showing off his rotting flesh and skeletal figure. His robes seem to have almost endless storage capacity this is simply a simple enchantment that makes the pockets of his robe deeper than they actually are.
Origin Info/Details:Malcolm had always been interested in death. Born to a family that dealt in death. His father a coroner and his mother a Funeral Director Malcolm was to say the least, surrounded by death from birth. It was when he began to bloom as a man did his fixation with the occult and the undead truly started to go too far. He was shipped off to med school after finishing his study and was soon finished and pronounced doctor Malcolm Laurence.
After his studies he became fixated on cults and black magic to do with death. He used his family's wealth to purchase hundreds of occult paraphernalia which he used to further his knowledge and slow fall into darkness. When he turned 28 he joined a cult that worshiped one of many of the gods of death he had read about in his occult books.
His cult meetings and his dealings with them started to become a lot darker as he was egged on by cult members to start killing prostitutes on the streets of London. It wouldn’t be his first kill and the idea of fulfilling the wishes and pleasing the twisted god of Death he worshiped he would happily do whatever they asked of him.
Malcolm killed eleven people before the police really started to actively hunt for him. His killing spree had left a mark on the city of London and his strange obsession with the body parts he took from his victims worried the cult he belonged too and many of the members voiced their concerns as to the attention that Malcolm was bringing to the cult. Malcolm would have none of it ignoring them, he was planning something big and it was on the night after they voiced their concerns he set his plans into motion.Ambushing the cult members during a meeting they were having to expel him from their group, he worked magic through their minds forcing them to kill themselves. As his ritual reached its climax he looked at what he had achieved.
The leather bound book that lay in the middle of the ritual circle ebbed with dark magics and evil intent. It was his phylactery and he would hide it from anyone who would wish to destroy it. For it contained his soul and with it he would be closer to death and his god than any other person he knew of. He smiled as he felt his heart stop beating his body going cold as his bodily functions shut down. The culmination of his years of research and work had lead up to this point and he would relish every moment of it.
Raising his hands he gathered the souls of the dead cult members along with the souls of the people he had killed and gestured to the book which sprang open the pages turning madly until it stopped on no particular page. The souls were sucked into the book which snapped shut the moment the last soul entered it. Smiling with satisfaction he left the church but was upset to find that the police had found him. Somehow they overpowered him imprisoning him for his crimes. It was not long before the people of london heard about his crimes. They were outraged and forced their way into the jails taking Malcolm from his cell and burning him at the stake. Something that hadn’t been done in a long time.
They then dumped his charred body in the river. His journal was sold at a police auction to an avid occult collector and has since then been called the murder journal and passed from hand to hand before finally falling into the hands of a collector in New Haven. His body reforming in the city he now looks for his phylactery under the guise of Dominus Mortis, Master of Death.
Hero Type (Select one): Mystic/Supernatural
Power Level (Select one below): City Level (Possibility for World Level)
Powers (Be Specific): Mortis is a Lich and has command over black magic called Necromancy. He can communicate and speak to the dead and see ghosts or the spirits of those departed. He can detect mass death from a mile away small amounts of the dead half a mile.The more saturated an area is with death the stronger his magic is.He can use this magic to cause a variety of effects listed below:
He can bring life to dead bodies creating thralls that he can control either as mindless zombies or as full fledged undead retaining all of their knowledge of their previous life and abilities as long as raising them from the dead was something they willingly agreed too. As well as create: Ghouls, Banshees, Revenants, animated skeletons, Wights and Wraiths.
Given enough time he can perform a mass resurrection covering a city wide area this spell brings all dead back to life as mindless zombies with a hunger for flesh.
Can manifest his dark intent or the deathly energy around him, into bolts of dark energy, sharp waves or as black flames.The waves of energy extremely sharp and will leave deep grooves in even thick steel. The bolts move as fast as bullets and have the same penetrating power as a 50. Caliber bullet.The fire is almost unquenchable and can reach extreme heats.
Has a passive aura of dread and the temperature around him to drop to -10 degrees celsius. Can focus this aura through his eyes affecting one person instead of diluting the effect over an area this also causes intense moments of fear or pain in the individual he targets.
Able to project his body on the an astral plane to communicate with people over long distances, he can uses bodies as a medium to communicate through. He can also move the body his Phylactery is connected to, as long as that body is dead or dying.
Able to create shields of bone on his body or summon pillars of bones or dead bodies from the ground to block damage or block off places. These pillars of bones or shields of bones can fire off splinters of bones that can cut through flesh like butter.
Can summon a swarm of insects that feast on flesh to attack his enemies or use them as a way to scout out an area.
Can summon an ethereal scythe that does no physical damage to what it hits but instead cuts at the foe's soul doing damage to a person's soul causes them intense pain and if enough damage is sustained their soul is destroyed and the person's body becomes a shell for a new soul.
Being a Lich Mortis cannot be killed as he is already dead the only way to truly destroy him is to destroy his phylactery, his body on it’s own is fairly durable able to receive a large amount of damage before he is unable to keep his consciousness bound to the body. His body does have basic regeneration and will repair itself after half a day's worth of meditation.
When his body is destroyed a new one will form in a 10 mile area around it coalescing out of glowing smoke. His phylactery is not easily destroyed and requires an immense amount of magic to destroy or know the secret to destroying it from Mortis himself.
Simply possessing the phylactery (a Journal) can cause a person to become paranoid and obsessed with the journal, wanting to keep it safe and write down all of their secrets that happens to them. The journal will write back to the person promising them whatever they want as long as they keep the journal safe and tell no one of it. They will recognise Mortis as a god when they see him, hailing him as a messiah. This has caused a couple of cults to spawn in his honor. Mortis suffers none of the penalties a living body and is immune to disease, poison, fatigue, pain and other effects that plague only the living.
Attributes (Select one at each category):Strength Level: 10
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Peak Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Never Ending
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Genius
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources: Low
Weaknesses: Holy Magic, Phylactery, Positive Vibes
Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?): None
Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yes
