Vaulthuz rose from the small crate he was seated on to get a better view of the creature that had wandered into his cave. It was larger than him, much larger ; although it did not seem to be aggressive. Best to be cautious, Gods know what this creature is thinking. Warily, the lycan replied to cloaked figure "You are correct beast, there is indeed power here. More than what you can see before you. Now what do you desire from this power? To serve it, or to be consumed by it?" As the necromancer spoke, the undead from around the camp drew their blades. They did not approach but seemed almost ready to attack at a moment's notice, had it not been for their eyes staring blankly into space. After a moment Vaulthuz noticed one of the bandits, the mage he had killed, was wielding nothing. He had neglected to bring his staff with corpse for the reanimation so it was unarmed, Vaulthuz would fix that. Extending his clawed hands towards the undead, he began speaking quietly and quickly under his breath. The undead's right arm began to spasm for several moments until a serrated edge of bone erupted from it, it seemed to have transferred from his left arm which went noticeably limp. However as the necromancer turned away from the undead, he sensed a slight tingle of magic nearby. Not from the beast before him, that gave out a far trace source of magic. This one was smaller, weaker. Vaulthuz pointed at one of the zombies closest to the cave exit and growled his orders "Check the cave entrance. Bring the intruder to me, by force if necessary." Immediately the undead did as he was commanded. If the apprentice sent by Mortan was still there, he would initially point into the cave. If the apprentice did not enter the zombie would seize him by the shoulders and attempt to drag him in.
Ah right, well a few people have stated interest and I'm fairly certain a character may join through IC interaction already (Also @Circ we have a discord chat if you want to join just so we can plan threads and stuff without clogging up this chat, the links in the OP)
@PlatinumSkink I have my last maths exam tomorrow, I'll get a post up afterwards. Then I'm off for about 8 weeks so my posts should be more consistent.
Appearance: Vance has black hair with hazel eyes , his skin is fair but not extremely so. He is about 4'9 and weighs 90 pound
Blood Status: Pureblood
Personality: Vance is a crafty individual with a curiosity that is only matched by his spite. He is not somebody to forget if someone has crossed him but the reverse is also true, assuming that repaying them does not involve risking his own plans of course. Vance is no social butterfly but he isn't exactly the sort of person to stutter or fear interaction with others. While he still has a distaste for Muggle-borns, he is willing to get along with them if they acknowledge their 'inferiority. Despite his generally pessimistic and spiteful attitude, Vance always try's to remember his manners no matter who he is talking to.
Wand:
As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner.
The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.
The unfounded belief that only pure-bloods can produce magic from elm wands was undoubtedly started by some elm wand owner seeking to prove his own blood credentials, for I have known perfect matches of elm wands who are Muggle-borns. The truth is that elm wands prefer owners with presence, magical dexterity and a certain native dignity. Of all wand woods, elm, in my experience, produces the fewest accidents, the least foolish errors, and the most elegant charms and spells; these are sophisticated wands, capable of highly advanced magic in the right hands (which, again, makes it highly desirable to those who espouse the pure-blood philosophy).
House: Slytherin
Pet: N/A
Class rankings: Rank your character's core classes. You can put as many in the middle as you like, but for every Top, you must have at least one Bottom. Top: (DA)DA Potions Middle: charms, transfiguration Bottom: herbology, flying
History:
Vance was born in East England to a wealthy pureblood family. While the family has always kept up a tolerant attitude for generations, the rise of Voldemort caused them to show their true colours, this resulted in the death of Vance's father during the Battle of Hogwarts. Fortunately his mother survived by claiming to be forced to join the Dark Lord by her husband. Vance was raised to hate those who had wronged his family, the auroras, the Order of the Phoenix and any others. After a time of consideration, Vance's mother decided Hogwarts was the best place for him to get, despite the fate of her husband in the school.
Vance's childhood was relatively unevenly, he was taught numerical skills and other essentials, how to play the violin and of his families heritage, beginning in Germany and eventually moving to England shortly after the Industrial Revolution.
Lucian turned to Martin as he questioned the duo about their theft of the ducklett "As it happens, that ducklett is the entire reason I'm in this miserable cave" he turned to the duo "so if you would be so kind, return the ducklett peacfully and we won't have any trouble." Lucian stood in silence for a moment before sighing "Okay that's not going to work,is it? Houndour circle around the Shieldon and hit the Snover with embers, if you can catch the Shieldon in the fire, even better." As he gave his orders houndour took a few steps back from the shieldon before running around the shield pokemon and unleashing a barrage of embers at the Snover hiding behind it.
Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved the pokeball containing Venipede and released it in a flash of light. As the poison type gained his bearings Lucian gave his orders "Poison sting on the poliwag. If any opponent gets in your way, do the same to them." After being given his orders the poison type skittered across the cave to attack his target, launching himself at the water-type as he grew close.