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Tattered and ruined, even for a Shift he looks fairly dead from how he presents himself. Though his face itself is fairly well hidden, his unmistakable grin and burning azure eyes are the first to be seen. In fact, barely any skin of his skin or features can be seen, for even beneath his clothes and gear he has covered his body in bandages and cloth stained in his own blood. Of the small portions of flesh that can be seen, with it's pale complexion it looks as though it's been tortured and stitched together. Even upon his chest across his heart, a stitched pattern has been made in the shape of a rune, permanently etched into his flesh and hiding the wound that lies beneath. This stands as his reminder and burden, that his fate is that of a heartless menace. To something note, few in this modern time have ever seen his true face, misleading of the nature of his ways. Maybe this is why he conceals his identity, even going so far to twist and warp his own demeanor.. only to further separate himself from his former self.

In regards to general features, he is often mistaken to be smaller than he truly is. His limbs are abnormally longer when compared to his torso, almost like they've been stretched to sheer agony. His over all frame is quite famished, thin to say the least. Though he may seem no more than skin and bones.. his strength is unquestioned. To be so athletic and wield such a heavy weapon, it would be a joke if he wasn't in some manner fit despite his petite status. Beneath his hat, unkempt and rustic hair seems to lay upon his bandaged scalp. Though it's questionable if it's even hair at this point, it's hard to tell if it's false and to what may actually be concealed. Regardless, it is a very dark brown, stained by who knows what. Upon his face to where his mouth would be, the cloth has been stitched in such a way to symbolize as though his lips have been sewn. Plenty of times he could speak without making it seem his lips have moved.. or he could loosen the threads and express a twisted smile that holds both charm and terror in it's wake. To what can be seen from beneath his attire and wraps, the glow of his eyes seem engulfed by the darkness that swells around it. To even the short time he's tasted freedom, his image has already crafted ill rumors, few ever hinting at the truth

To what of his clothes rather than simple torn cloth? Over all, his entire attire is rather strange and exotic, even when excluding the fact that he's wearing them. Most of his attire seems to have more stitches than his own body, though I guess in this case that's preferred. Mostly in black or grey, he does adorn himself in shades of dark or rustic brown, like that of dried blood. His outer jacket is made of black linen, rough to the touch and far from prime condition. Beneath his jacket is a roughed up rustic uniform, along it's surface lay straps to anchor his attire to his frame. It's long sleeves extend farther than his own jacket, reaching up to his crimson gloves. Around his forearm and over his uniform's sleeves he has wrapped in bandages. Hard to see, he wears a few more inner layers of shirts, with fabric torn and stained from countless conflicts. Around his waist is a sash that obscures much of his lower half, singed by the ends and hides the chains he keep tucked away. He does seem to have a belt beneath it along with multiple loops to hang personal gear. His pants are of black linen, strong in fabric but loose upon his figure. Near the lower half of his legs are to what may be leg warmers, hard to tell from their condition. His boots comprise of mostly rough leather and metal, making them well guarded for even physical defense. Under all his clothing, he does wear some sort of chain mail, granting some protection in exchange for it's light weight. Most of it guards his torso and arms, with only a limited amount to his legs. It may not a fatal blow, but it serves it's purpose. Upon his his head rests a large black hat much like a wizard's. He claims this was taken from the poor soul who freed him, even going so far to adorn it with a small silver charm in the shape of the moon. Around his neck is a thick scarf, tucked away into his attire. It hides the metal collar that is bound around his neck, with the chains torn off. The very same bonds are still upon both his legs and even arms. To what few have ever seen is the scar that wraps around his neck, freshly stitched compared to the rest of his body. If a collar or scarf didn't cover it up enough, layers of bandages hide it. To think maybe he lost his head at some point other than from insanity...

Truth of his appearance was lost in old memories, becoming a subject of rumor to the curious. To what few records of the time could tell, his skin was ash like in color but fairly pale, making him look nearly white when compared to most Shifts. His hair was pitch black and well kept in length. Even a few made note that he held a cold and mysterious look, fairly serious yet calm despite his charm. Some may even claim he was gifted with youth itself, though many of his qualities now seem absent from his current. One trend that never changed was his taste in dark attire and decorated with stitched patterns. Overall, from a distance he may be mistaken as some moving scarecrow given his attire and looks. However up close, while certainly menacing he does indeed wear more of a high class attire despite it's condition. If he was to be more charming and dress in a more fitting manner.. then maybe he would seem elegant just like the past claims so.
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Not much can really be said about his past, or rather, what little has actually lasted through the test of time. With tales of his chivalry and skill, becoming a great warrior who sought to protect, only over shadowed by his downfall into the twisted version he is known to be as of now. Little to say what really occurred to him and why he changed, likely a curse was placed upon him to turn him into the very darkness he sought to prevent. Upon the height of events, by his own hands he murdered the celestial princess Auriel along with various other individuals within the palace. Rather than sentenced to death, he was sealed away into the abyss, far from civilization and deep within the chamber only known as the Prison of Ascobol. These series of events occurred 5,000 years ago.. Over time knowledge of his existence faded as he was left in isolation. His keepers perished in time and it seemed his location would be but a myth to be forgotten.

Now in current times, a small group of individuals sought to release and resurrect him, to use him as a weapon and likely gain power. By some unknown period during his imprisonment, he had perished due to external cause, but what is left unsaid. There the group forced a young Shift to preform the ritual, to trade life itself and free him from his demise. They believed this was best, that not only were they bringing a legend to reality, they too would certainly go down in history and fame. However in ill fate, they met their demise only moments after their mistake, and so now he is released. It has been but a few months.. his activity seems to have been kept to a minimum, though multiple accounts of individuals disappearing. Even a whole temple was slain in a single night, but a week after his freedom. While many other accounts could be marked as ill luck.. the temple was indeed a target. His travels over the months have brought him to an unfamiliar land, where he wanders aimlessly and without purpose. It seems to be that he only spreads torment in his wake.. to where he will be next is of great concern...
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Everything he once knew of himself was left within the Abyss, but in his hands he carries the one thing that tells of his identity. A weapon untouched by time, forged in an era of ancient times, he wields the iconic heavy scythe known solely as Ebonous Serenity. Forged of strange metals and a blade so keen and sharp. Enchanted by those who may very well have forged it, it mends and embody the very darkness around it, making it the perfect weapon for those of shadows. However despite it's very nature, it seems to radiate a small presence of magic, so weak to even go unnoticed by unfamiliar eyes. To hide his blade and conceal it's aura, it remains wrapped in dark cloth upon his leisure or engulfed within his shadows.

He carries with him a few oddities, from a silver flute to which he may play, a rusted lantern that he keeps tied to his waist, or a stained scroll that is only blank. One thing that seems to be the most cruel are the very chains he was bound with in that black Abyss. Chard and blood stained metal of unknown metal, complete with barbed edges that only seem to hint at their terror. Why he still carries these around is indeed odd, let alone why he still wears some of them, though broken and ruined they are around his own body. To him, they make the perfect weapon, especially in entangling and trapping his foes, almost as if sharing the same experience he once had to endure. From the shattered and twisted remnants he has left across the land, they seem to be of magical origin, created through the use of traditional magic, so the means by which he may implement them is indeed troubling.

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Name: Alma
Race: Magical Construct
Age: Unknown, but within the span of 5000 years
Gender: Genderless, presumed female
Short Description: A product of his own isolation, born in the shadows of the Abyss, she is the physical manifestation of his subconscious will. Independent in regards to sentience, but unique when compared to most elementals created by their clan. Formed from shadow by blood rite and bounded by ritual of incantation. Though certainly no equal to most other elementals in terms of strength, she is called upon as a companion rather than a subjugated servant.

In regards to individual traits, she takes upon the form of a black raven but and shapeshift to a degree. To merge with or even become his very weapon in need, or maybe act as his 2nd pair of eyes. Of her personality, she is completely silent despite the witnessed conversations she seems to have with her master. Ultimately, she is an individual who can even oppose her master's will, as if representing his core judgement even in his state of ruin.

Though given her unique traits, she is not without weakness. To stray to far from her master will only make her dissolve, only to await for the ritual again for a return. If the link between the two is ever compromised, the same fate will result once more. And while yes magic could harm her though insignificant when one is of literal darkness.. when exposed to a threshold of light, she will be returned to nothing more than smoldering black ash. Granted no torch nor fire could ever achieve such radiance, that is not to say she is safe from harm. If such a fate occurs, her master cannot call upon her till enough time has passed
Relation to PC: Faquarl's personal familiar

Name: Princess Auriel
Race: Celestial
Age: 271 upon death, over 5,000 years ago
Gender: Female
Short Description: She was next in line for the throne of the Forbidden City, and was a Celestial of kind heart and gentle nature. For most of her life till her demise she has had her childhood friend act as her personal guardian, and often very fond of his tales and stories
Relation to PC: Little is known between the two that has made it's way to history, all that can be said is she met her fate by his own hands

PC Or NPC: NPC
Name: Osa Booker
Age: 231 (At Death 50 years ago)
Race: Shift
Short Description: An intelligent man. Loyal to his clan. Was born into the Clan of Vengeance. Skilled in magic. Was part of the plot to kill the Emperor 50 years ago and was killed during it. 72 years ago fell in love with a woman called Ren from the Clan of Sorrows but they parted ways shortly after their children were born.
Relation to PC: Father

PC Or NPC: NPC
Name: Ren Kita
Age: 248
Race: Shift.
Short Description: Member of Clan of Sorrows. Paz and Mei's mother. They don't know much about her, don't even know how she looks. Fell in love with Osa and had two children with him but they parted ways shortly after the children were born. Paz believes her to still be in Yundra, although she could be elsewhere or dead for all he knows.
Relation to PC: Mother.

PC Or NPC: NPC
Name: Mei Booker
Age: 72
Race: Shift
Short Description: Member of Clan of Vengeance. She has short hair and golden eyes. Is slightly shorter than her brother. They were very close growing up. Skilled with a bow, can use magic but not as well. Is kind on the inside but often comes across as professional and stoic, still likes to use a kind of deadpan sarcasm as humour. Travelled to Luáda with her brother and like him was cut off from Yundra. They stuck together for a few years but eventually parted ways. She joined up with a mercenary group which operate within the confines of the law. Meets up with her brother once a year.
Relation to PC: Sister.