Name: 'Cyder'
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Appearance:
ClickyRace: Human (Assumed)
Magic: Necromancer
Shadow Walking; He can phase through just about everything, be it people or walls. Magic is a bit more tricky. When phasing, he vanishes entirely from the current plane of existence and enters another. Those with a beating heart, for the duration of his phasing, are unable to see or even sense him.
Death's touch; Upon touching a target, their life is stolen. Luckily though, this ability only works on those chosen for death. Cyder is able to touch other beings without fear of killing them, though occasionally objects will wither in his hands, or drain someone of a tiny bit of their energy. He has full control over what withers and what doesn't, though.
Equipment:
Apple; No one is quite sure what this apple is, but Cyder is always seen with it. He has proven that it is far more durable than any normal apple. It can bounce like a rubber bouncy ball. It does not rot.
Ring; Random old nicknack that seem to have some value to Cyder. Runes are engraved on the inside of the ring, they glow black. But otherwise, it appears to be some normal bone-etched ring.
Cloak; A large piece of black cloth that is on Cyder at all times. It changes appearance as Cyder sees fit, though the color is always black.
Personality: Cyder, like in story and rumor, is painfully quiet and observant. The world around him is under constant watch, especially the living. He finds joy in giving advice to others, wanted or not, though usually they have to ask somehow. Despite being so quiet, once someone gets him to open up, he is one of two things. Either a goofball or intensely dark and deep. There is a huge gap between the three different faces he has, luckily he rarely shows them all in a single day. He finds immense joy in jokes, though most of them tend to be horridly dark and gruesome. But in truth, when all the faces are gone and it is just himself, everything is one big joke. Nothing is taken seriously, not even his 'job'. He finds existence truthfully exhausting and holds much envy for those who are able to die.
History: Cyder was born in a small, rundown home, far from any decently sane civilization. Not even a full hour after being born, he was sold off to a necromancer who had full intentions of killing and using the infant in some horrid spell. Though by a stroke of pure luck, the necromancer changed his mind at the last minute about fulfilling the spell, rendering the child he had brought completely useless. A waste of money and space, the necromancer began to plot something else for the child he had gotten. But it would be many years until this idea would be fully formed, much to the dismay of the necromancer who had no need nor want of a child.
Somehow, Cyder survived infancy and managed to even make it into his walking years. Though these were not pleasant years either, the necromancer who bought him had no clue on how to raise a child. He often went hungry because the necromancer forgot to feed him, he had never seen a bath before, he didn't even learn how to speak correctly. And no matter how badly the necromancer beat him or scolded him, he always followed after the tall hooded figure loyally.
It wasn't until Cyder was roughly eleven that things began to change in his small, dreary world. The necromancer finally grew tired of the small 'rat' he had to care for, finally leaving him in the care of some strange older woman. By this time though, young Cyder was weary of other humans, he didn't know that not everyone was cruel or so malicious. He was so confused at her kindness, he didn't know how to react. It was odd to not be hit for accidentally knocking something over, it was strange to be allowed to sleep in a bed, it was terrifying, but nice. By the end of the first week with the old woman, he decided he sort of liked this place.
Several years passed that Cyder did not see the necromancer, but in those few short years he changed a lot. He had learned to read and write, he knew how to bathe properly, how to cook, clean, even a bit of first aid. He had grown accustomed to this calm, peaceful life and was even slowly setting goals for his future. It was a bit odd though, the old woman who had been caring and teaching him so diligently silently urged him away from such actions. And his exposure to the outside world and other humans was still quite limited, much to his dismay. All of this peacefulness though was destroyed in a matter of seconds the moment the necromancer returned to darken poor Cyder's door.
He had no choice but to follow the necromancer once again, as the man threatened the old woman and her home. Though the old lady didn't really seem all that fearful of him, in fact, Cyder was sure he saw her crack a fanged grin when he left. Going along with the necromancer was now different, Cyder now actually knew how to take care of himself, but he could only wonder what this man could want from him. And he'd find out sooner than expected. The moment they reached the deepest part of the forest, Cyder was hit with an odd weakness as he crumbled to the ground and passed out.
Cyder could hardly remember what had happened over the several years he was incapacitated. He got bits and pieces of it, but none of it was good. He had been found tied to a tree, covered in black bruises all over with various cuts and gashes. Though he was not rescued by another human, no. He had been saved by a passing werewolf who feared that the 'vampire' would die when the sun rose. He was terribly confused at first, but the moment he saw his own hands, he understood why the werewolf had caused the mistake. His skin, all over, had lost its pigment. It was no longer tanned or anything, it was so white, he could blend in with the snow if he were naked. But even the snow was an insult to this shade of white. His eyes no longer shone green, but a strange red that seemed to change between lighter and darker shades all on its own. That wasn't even his biggest dilemma.
That was all he could remember. He couldn't remember what happened to the necromancer, the old woman, or where her house was. He stayed around the area for a very short while before promptly vanishing into the depths of the still evolving world, avoiding being found while delving more into necromancy on his own.
