Name: Kirkos
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Or close enough as makes no difference)
Abilities: He is a sorcerer, scholar, and smith from the times when there was not distinction between them. He sacrificed even the potential of fatherhood to learn the secrets arts of the the priests, the proper rituals and sacrifices of propitiation and petition. With the blood of his brothers he paid the apprentice-fees of the giants of the fire-mountains who knew the way of beating souls into iron and the songs of making to bind them. Finally, with the lives of his father, teachers, and king he convinced the demon-god Koathar to hollow his soul and fill it with a shard of khaos so that he might shape worlds and times within himself to breath forth in power. Looking back, he sees he as cheated in every deal.
Goals: Kirkos no longer feels pleasure in mortal things. The abstract satisfaction of great things gloriously acomplished are all that quicken his breath. He dreams of raising structures and cities with spellwork, forging wonders that scar the spirit to look upon, and remaking the land with his magic. And what are heros but tools to be forged with art and set to task?
Affiliation:
Backstory: Kirkon is old. He is old not as men or beasts grow old, but as stories and civilizations are old. No one alive knows his place of birth, no living men speak his native tongue, and not one one of his blood remains. All those things he bartered away to Fate and cruel gods. Now he alone must bear the weight of memory and ancient time.
Appearance and Personality: Kirkos is an old man with skin stretched tight over hard bones. His long grey hair and beard have never been cut, and are plaited with bronze scales so they shine like the tail of a fish. His cloths might have been blue once, but have faded to grey. He is bitter, disillusioned, and sad. Yet the spark of ambition has not guttered entirely, the the ruthlessness the led him down his path is as strong as ever.
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Or close enough as makes no difference)
Abilities: He is a sorcerer, scholar, and smith from the times when there was not distinction between them. He sacrificed even the potential of fatherhood to learn the secrets arts of the the priests, the proper rituals and sacrifices of propitiation and petition. With the blood of his brothers he paid the apprentice-fees of the giants of the fire-mountains who knew the way of beating souls into iron and the songs of making to bind them. Finally, with the lives of his father, teachers, and king he convinced the demon-god Koathar to hollow his soul and fill it with a shard of khaos so that he might shape worlds and times within himself to breath forth in power. Looking back, he sees he as cheated in every deal.
Goals: Kirkos no longer feels pleasure in mortal things. The abstract satisfaction of great things gloriously acomplished are all that quicken his breath. He dreams of raising structures and cities with spellwork, forging wonders that scar the spirit to look upon, and remaking the land with his magic. And what are heros but tools to be forged with art and set to task?
Affiliation:
Backstory: Kirkon is old. He is old not as men or beasts grow old, but as stories and civilizations are old. No one alive knows his place of birth, no living men speak his native tongue, and not one one of his blood remains. All those things he bartered away to Fate and cruel gods. Now he alone must bear the weight of memory and ancient time.
Appearance and Personality: Kirkos is an old man with skin stretched tight over hard bones. His long grey hair and beard have never been cut, and are plaited with bronze scales so they shine like the tail of a fish. His cloths might have been blue once, but have faded to grey. He is bitter, disillusioned, and sad. Yet the spark of ambition has not guttered entirely, the the ruthlessness the led him down his path is as strong as ever.
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