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Quote: "We're not all inheranly evil, you know. Okay, sure, mostly all of us are, but I'm not. Well, not yet."
Name: Titus Kihvar
Age: 26
Appearance(Description):
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 160 lbs.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Human
Class: Wizard, school of necromancy.
Personality: Titus is what one might call two-faced. To one that oesn't know him very well, he'd appear to be just another well learned pretty boy with a rather posh upbringing. Which Titus has gotten very good at playing over the years. But to those that know the real him, he's a sadistic monster that loves watching others hurt. He'll use and abuse others to get his way and dispose of them once he has no more use for them. Due to this, he's never really had a real meaning relationship with another, nor does he see any reason too. People are just objects and tools to further himself. Nothing less, nothing more.
History: While not all stories start with a happy beginning, Titus' sure did. Born to Armstrong and Beatrice Kihvar, a noble family, on a cold winter morning. Growing up, Titus got anything and everything he wanted, no matter what. On the rare occasion that he couldn't have something, he made sure that no one else could. He would attend all the classes that you'd expect someone of his social status to take, but he found them all to be quite boring. His parents were usually away on buisness, but who needed parents when you could have an army of servants doing whatever it was that you wanted? Not Titus, that's for sure. When they were around however, they noticed that something was a little off about him. He would often abuse the other children his age and tell them that it was their fault. He would convinse te peasant girls that he loved them and that if they truly loved him back that they'd do awful things and then just toss them away when they ceased to amuse him.
This toubled his parents deeply, but what could they possibly do about it? They were never around when he was little, and he sure as hell wasn't going to listen to them now. After a while, he gotin their heads and got to them too. He'd manipulate them into doing whatever it is that he couldn't do by himself. Someone scuffed up his new shoes on accident? "Buy out their house from underneath their noses and put them out on the streets." Someone didn't clean his coat properly? "Hire some of the local goons to go and teach them a lesson they won't soon forget." It wasn't long before he had most of the town under his thumb. His parents were desperate now, they needed to find some wayy to get rid of him, but they knew if they tried anything, he'd have their head.
One day, they finally found their escape. Titus showed an affinity for the arcane around the age of 18. Right under Titus' nose, they and a few others who were fed up with his shit, got the magic counsil to come take him away and place him one of the many schiools of the arcane arts where he wouldn't be able to leave for a good 15-20 years while he was forced to study magic. The counsil saw the inate evil in his heart and shipped him off to the school of necromancy where he'll be with those that are just like him. The school tried to teach him the practical skills that necromancy could bring, such as free labor and other "nice" things. But nothing they could say would stick. They did however help him learn one important thing, that people didn't have to be alive to do what he says. He stayed around for a while learning all he could learn until he could actually bring the dead back, that's when he struck. In the middle of the night, he murdered his roommate, brought him back and started going from room to room killing all within until he ammassed a small batalion of undead at his disposal. With that small army of undead necromancers, he attacked the guards that were keeping him and the rest locked up in that school. While every available guard and teacher were busy fighting the students, Titus snuck out into the night never to be seen again. It has ben a few months since that incident and Titus is wandering the continent looking for moreinformation on hoow to become even more powerful.
Equipment:
Weapons: Titus carries around a staff crafted by his own two hands and a whole lot of magic. It's a four foot tall ironwood branch with eight humanoid spines coiling around it leaving none of the wood exposed. The spines morph into a point at the top and bottom of the branch. Finally, atop it all rests a human skull with it's jaw still attached and a faint purple glow far back in the eye sockets.
Abilities: Titus has many necromantic spells at his disposal. Most are listed down bellow.
Likes/Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Reason for joining: Seeing as the group is going to be heading all over the continnt and into some very dangerous and sometimes forbidden places, he's bound to find something in one of those places that'll get him one step closer to achieving his goal.
Dreams: Like most great necromancers, Titus dreams of only one thing in his short life, for it to never end. To be able to live seemingly forever, never having to fear death, as he'll just be back in a few days, tops. He wishes to learn the many forbidden steps that it takes to become a lich. Not just any old lich, but a lich king. One who rules over vast armies of the undead, ones who follow orders and don't ask questions, under an iron and wrinkley fist.
Fears: The only thing that Titus fears is his life coming to an end before he reaches his true potential. To die and end up as just another mindless pawn under someone just like him. Ironic, really.
Extra: Titus, being of noble birth and skilled in the arcane arts, is very inteligent, but only really when it comes to book smarts. He's only been outside of his rather lavish home and the prestigious magic acadamy he attended for a few months and still isn't sure on most things that go on in the real world. He might know the basics of alchemy, but he has no idea how to barter with another person. He might be able to read rwrite and speak common, draconic, dwarven, and elvish, bt he has no idea how to talk and interact properly with "commoners."All he knows is that everything is really dirty and smelly and downright gross.
Appearance: Having a bit of a hard time getting the image to work.
Name: Scuttles VII
Image:
Age: 2 months
Species: Necromantic creation
Gender: N/A
Size: A bit larger than a human head.
Abilities: Titus can channel some of his magic through Scuttles allowing him to use whatever touch spells Titus knows.
Personal History: Being "born" only a few months ago, Scuttles VII doesn't really have much of a history. So far all it has done was follow Titus around and does what he asks. He does however know what became of the first six Scuttles and does not disobey Titus's orders out of fear that he'll end up the same as them.
Personality: Scuttles VII is a very obedient one. He does what he'st old and does so without question out of fear for what might happen. Every once and a while it'll get small flashes, memories and thoughts of something else entirely, and will act as them for a small while before snapping back to normal. It often times wonders what it is or why it was born, but knows that if it were to ask Titus, he'll surely be punished.
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Quote: "We're not all inheranly evil, you know. Okay, sure, mostly all of us are, but I'm not. Well, not yet."
Name: Titus Kihvar
Age: 26
Appearance(Description):
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 160 lbs.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Human
Class: Wizard, school of necromancy.
Personality: Titus is what one might call two-faced. To one that oesn't know him very well, he'd appear to be just another well learned pretty boy with a rather posh upbringing. Which Titus has gotten very good at playing over the years. But to those that know the real him, he's a sadistic monster that loves watching others hurt. He'll use and abuse others to get his way and dispose of them once he has no more use for them. Due to this, he's never really had a real meaning relationship with another, nor does he see any reason too. People are just objects and tools to further himself. Nothing less, nothing more.
History: While not all stories start with a happy beginning, Titus' sure did. Born to Armstrong and Beatrice Kihvar, a noble family, on a cold winter morning. Growing up, Titus got anything and everything he wanted, no matter what. On the rare occasion that he couldn't have something, he made sure that no one else could. He would attend all the classes that you'd expect someone of his social status to take, but he found them all to be quite boring. His parents were usually away on buisness, but who needed parents when you could have an army of servants doing whatever it was that you wanted? Not Titus, that's for sure. When they were around however, they noticed that something was a little off about him. He would often abuse the other children his age and tell them that it was their fault. He would convinse te peasant girls that he loved them and that if they truly loved him back that they'd do awful things and then just toss them away when they ceased to amuse him.
This toubled his parents deeply, but what could they possibly do about it? They were never around when he was little, and he sure as hell wasn't going to listen to them now. After a while, he gotin their heads and got to them too. He'd manipulate them into doing whatever it is that he couldn't do by himself. Someone scuffed up his new shoes on accident? "Buy out their house from underneath their noses and put them out on the streets." Someone didn't clean his coat properly? "Hire some of the local goons to go and teach them a lesson they won't soon forget." It wasn't long before he had most of the town under his thumb. His parents were desperate now, they needed to find some wayy to get rid of him, but they knew if they tried anything, he'd have their head.
One day, they finally found their escape. Titus showed an affinity for the arcane around the age of 18. Right under Titus' nose, they and a few others who were fed up with his shit, got the magic counsil to come take him away and place him one of the many schiools of the arcane arts where he wouldn't be able to leave for a good 15-20 years while he was forced to study magic. The counsil saw the inate evil in his heart and shipped him off to the school of necromancy where he'll be with those that are just like him. The school tried to teach him the practical skills that necromancy could bring, such as free labor and other "nice" things. But nothing they could say would stick. They did however help him learn one important thing, that people didn't have to be alive to do what he says. He stayed around for a while learning all he could learn until he could actually bring the dead back, that's when he struck. In the middle of the night, he murdered his roommate, brought him back and started going from room to room killing all within until he ammassed a small batalion of undead at his disposal. With that small army of undead necromancers, he attacked the guards that were keeping him and the rest locked up in that school. While every available guard and teacher were busy fighting the students, Titus snuck out into the night never to be seen again. It has ben a few months since that incident and Titus is wandering the continent looking for moreinformation on hoow to become even more powerful.
Equipment:
- Bag of holding
- Salted meat
- 2,000 GP
- His staff
- Scuttles VII
- An expensive set of clothes most commonly worn by those of noble birth or those who have quite a bit of money.
- A large tent
- A large cot, bed rolls are for peasants.
- Mess kit
Weapons: Titus carries around a staff crafted by his own two hands and a whole lot of magic. It's a four foot tall ironwood branch with eight humanoid spines coiling around it leaving none of the wood exposed. The spines morph into a point at the top and bottom of the branch. Finally, atop it all rests a human skull with it's jaw still attached and a faint purple glow far back in the eye sockets.
Abilities: Titus has many necromantic spells at his disposal. Most are listed down bellow.
- Bleed - Causes a stabilized creature to resume dying.
- Disrupt undead - Causes minor damage to one undead creature.
- Touch of fatigue - Touch attack that fatigues the target.
- Prestidigitation - Preforms minor tricks.
- Cause fear - Target get's scared and flees for one minute before coming to their senses.
- Chill touch - Touch attack that deals minor damage and weakens the target.
- Ray of enfeeblement - A beam of energy that causes a minor strength penalty to the target.
- Blindness - Causes the subject to go blind.
- Deafness - Causes subject to go deaf.
- Command undead - Undead creatures obey the caster's commands.
- False life - Heals the caster slightly over a five minute period.
- Ghoul touch - Touch attack that paralyzes the target and produces a stench that causes all who are near the target to grow sick.
- Gental repose - Preserves one corpse.
- Ray of exhaustion - A beam of energy that makes the target feel exhausted.
- Vampiric touch - Touch attack that slowly saps the target of it's life forve and returns it to the caster.
- Animate dead - Creates skelemens and zambamboes out of corpses.
- Contagion - Infects target with a chosen disease.
- Fear - Creatures in visual range may become terrified and lose their will to fight.
- Symbol of pain - Triggered rune that wracks who ever steps on or past it in excruciating pain.
- Waves of fatigue - A wave of energy that causes multiple creatures to become fatigued.
- Circle of death - Kills all creatures who step within the circle.
- Create undead - Raise ghouls, ghasts, mummies, or MOHRGS from physical remains.
Likes/Dislikes:
- + Small animals
- + Inflicting pain upon others
- + Learning new spells
- + Watching the life drain from the eyes of his enemies
- + Reading
- + Cooking
- - Coming close to dying
- - Those who oppose him
- - Not getting his way
- - Losing a power struggle
- - Being touched
- - Obnoxious or overly happy people.
Strengths:
- Ranged fighter - He's a squishy spell caster which means he'll be in the back behind the rest taking enemies out from a distance and getting other's to do his work for him so he's not likely to get hit all that much.
- Control over the dead - If it's dead, it's his. Plain and simple.
- Debuffs - He has access to many debuffing spells to weaken his enemies for the rest of the group or his undead minions.
Weaknesses:
- Physically weak - Titus is a squishy spell caster that's useless and most likely dead without access to his magic.
- Relies on the dead - If there's nothing around that has died, he's stuck using weak ass touch attacks and energy beams to hopefully not die.
- Tunnel vision - When in the heat of battle, he gets too sidetracked with what he'sdoing that he often times becomes oblivious to what's going on around him.
Reason for joining: Seeing as the group is going to be heading all over the continnt and into some very dangerous and sometimes forbidden places, he's bound to find something in one of those places that'll get him one step closer to achieving his goal.
Dreams: Like most great necromancers, Titus dreams of only one thing in his short life, for it to never end. To be able to live seemingly forever, never having to fear death, as he'll just be back in a few days, tops. He wishes to learn the many forbidden steps that it takes to become a lich. Not just any old lich, but a lich king. One who rules over vast armies of the undead, ones who follow orders and don't ask questions, under an iron and wrinkley fist.
Fears: The only thing that Titus fears is his life coming to an end before he reaches his true potential. To die and end up as just another mindless pawn under someone just like him. Ironic, really.
Extra: Titus, being of noble birth and skilled in the arcane arts, is very inteligent, but only really when it comes to book smarts. He's only been outside of his rather lavish home and the prestigious magic acadamy he attended for a few months and still isn't sure on most things that go on in the real world. He might know the basics of alchemy, but he has no idea how to barter with another person. He might be able to read rwrite and speak common, draconic, dwarven, and elvish, bt he has no idea how to talk and interact properly with "commoners."All he knows is that everything is really dirty and smelly and downright gross.
Appearance: Having a bit of a hard time getting the image to work.
Name: Scuttles VII
Image:
Age: 2 months
Species: Necromantic creation
Gender: N/A
Size: A bit larger than a human head.
Abilities: Titus can channel some of his magic through Scuttles allowing him to use whatever touch spells Titus knows.
Personal History: Being "born" only a few months ago, Scuttles VII doesn't really have much of a history. So far all it has done was follow Titus around and does what he asks. He does however know what became of the first six Scuttles and does not disobey Titus's orders out of fear that he'll end up the same as them.
Personality: Scuttles VII is a very obedient one. He does what he'st old and does so without question out of fear for what might happen. Every once and a while it'll get small flashes, memories and thoughts of something else entirely, and will act as them for a small while before snapping back to normal. It often times wonders what it is or why it was born, but knows that if it were to ask Titus, he'll surely be punished.
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