Post by Xanather on Nov 9, 2003 2:33:41 GMT -5
Name: Lamort Blackrose
Age:10,000
Race: vampire
Alignment: anarchist
Occupation: nercomancer
Weapon: scythe
Stats: intelligence 100, strength 150, charisma 150, spirit 200, defense 150, endurance 150, speed 150
powers: Necromancy and ethernalness
appearance: A tall man who looks to be in his 60. He has no eyes instead he wears a cloak of eyes and human flesh that see for him. He carries a scythe but it seems more to be used more as a walking stick than a weapon.
Personality: Lamort has concern for little other than his own demonic obsessions and insane plans. he seems to be in constant thought so if he does not answer immidently a small undead that follows him around kicks him into talking.
story: Lamort's past is very foggy. There are no records of him as a mortal, but for the past couple thousand years sightings of an old man with a scythe either dancing in a grave yard summoning an asortment of evil and chaotic spirits or he is following certain sinners who mysteriously die the next moring. It is thought by some that he is a messanger from a Hell, Hiitola, the Netherworld, or worse. The only living man who spoke with Lamort about his true desires, is currently in a padded room in the crazy bin crying about a fate far worse than the red infinity coming to the earth. The latest sighting of Lamort was in the country side summoning creatues from a portal that looked unlike that of any plane.
Age:10,000
Race: vampire
Alignment: anarchist
Occupation: nercomancer
Weapon: scythe
Stats: intelligence 100, strength 150, charisma 150, spirit 200, defense 150, endurance 150, speed 150
powers: Necromancy and ethernalness
appearance: A tall man who looks to be in his 60. He has no eyes instead he wears a cloak of eyes and human flesh that see for him. He carries a scythe but it seems more to be used more as a walking stick than a weapon.
Personality: Lamort has concern for little other than his own demonic obsessions and insane plans. he seems to be in constant thought so if he does not answer immidently a small undead that follows him around kicks him into talking.
story: Lamort's past is very foggy. There are no records of him as a mortal, but for the past couple thousand years sightings of an old man with a scythe either dancing in a grave yard summoning an asortment of evil and chaotic spirits or he is following certain sinners who mysteriously die the next moring. It is thought by some that he is a messanger from a Hell, Hiitola, the Netherworld, or worse. The only living man who spoke with Lamort about his true desires, is currently in a padded room in the crazy bin crying about a fate far worse than the red infinity coming to the earth. The latest sighting of Lamort was in the country side summoning creatues from a portal that looked unlike that of any plane.
