Post by Araan Shiven on Jun 13, 2009 18:30:40 GMT -5
Name:Araan Shiven, The lord of death
Gender: Male
HUMAN
Inhabitance: (born) Chaos (now) Chaos
Age: 354, looks little older then in his mid-to-late 20's
Rank: King of Chaos
Apearance:
Araan is a tall, slim individual. He carries himself with a sort of arrogant, regal air with a large 'better then thou' feel about it. His skin is unnaturally pale, and for those who got close enough to lay a hand on him, it seemed unnaturally cold and lifeless. His eyes are a venomous shade of green and seem almost snake-like in nature. His long, dark hair waves around in even the slightest breeze, shiny and well-kept despite its charcoal-black color. His fangs are quite a bit longer then they normally whould be, something he gleefully shows off whenever he gets the chanse to show his evil grin. His fingernails are thick, sharp and black, without polish or any kind of artificial color, and are at times used to carve the flesh of those he faces, createing shallow, but quickly infecting cuts.
He tends to dress in tones of black and gray, usually a long black coat with a jagged edge, worn open so the pale flesh of his chest is exposed. He always seems to carry a long rapier with him, sporting an antichrist cross on a chain to the grip and several rings pierced through the blade. The grip itself bears an uncanny resemblance to a human spine, and knowing the Shiven hier, this could verry well be the case.
Personality:
How to describe Araan? He's evil, by all standards. He's an arrogant, elitist SOB who enjoys nothing more then to bring pain, suffering, death and decay upon whoever gets in his way. His greatest pride is how he managed to best death itself and, in his own words, 'Become his avatar', resulting in his abnormal vitality and extra-ordenairy ability to... well, not die.
He doesn't tend to give a damn about anything or anyone, certain exeptions set aside (usually people as cruel and sadistic as he is), and his loyalty is kept only as long as it profits him. The select few people he does consider his 'friends' however, he does stick his neck out for, summoning his powers to aid them in thier struggle to bring pain upon those weak of body and mind.
He revels in the creation of undead abominations of all kinds, the bigger and more grotesquely powerfull the better, wich he summons from the dark depths of hell itself. These 'children' serve as the soldiers of his own private army, being granted a second 'life' only to die fighting for his amusement. I think you get the idea.
History:
For as long as anyone can remember, the Shiven family has been quite an oddity amoungst even the inhabitants of the city of Chaos. Always obsessed with strength, power and, most disturbingly, immortality. Over the centuries, these obsessions drove the members of said family to the art of necromancy, the perverse art of raiseing the dead from thier slumber and pitting them against thier liveing bretheren. An art that whould, eventually, lead to thier rise to power, at the cost of nearly everything.
While the entire Shiven clan was obsessed with obtaining necromantic power, one of them was exceptionally gifted in the art, the oldest son of the current clanlord, Araan. Delveing deep into tomes of necromantic lore, true power always seeming just an inch beyond his ghrasp. Over the years, the young male transformed from a rather normal-looking young noble into a rahter pale and deatly avatar of death, seemingly unaffected by the passing of ages around him. And while the rest of his clan slowly died around him, he remained standing as strong as ever.
For years he kept his distance from the kings' and queens' affairs, prefering to focus on his research in solitude, occasionally ventreing out on is own to create chaos and panic amounst the commonfolk. Though recently, the hier to the Shiven clan revealed himself in public again, leaveing most folks in disbeleaf. He could not possibly be the same crazed necromancer the legends told about.. could he?
Gender: Male
HUMAN
Inhabitance: (born) Chaos (now) Chaos
Age: 354, looks little older then in his mid-to-late 20's
Rank: King of Chaos
Apearance:
Araan is a tall, slim individual. He carries himself with a sort of arrogant, regal air with a large 'better then thou' feel about it. His skin is unnaturally pale, and for those who got close enough to lay a hand on him, it seemed unnaturally cold and lifeless. His eyes are a venomous shade of green and seem almost snake-like in nature. His long, dark hair waves around in even the slightest breeze, shiny and well-kept despite its charcoal-black color. His fangs are quite a bit longer then they normally whould be, something he gleefully shows off whenever he gets the chanse to show his evil grin. His fingernails are thick, sharp and black, without polish or any kind of artificial color, and are at times used to carve the flesh of those he faces, createing shallow, but quickly infecting cuts.
He tends to dress in tones of black and gray, usually a long black coat with a jagged edge, worn open so the pale flesh of his chest is exposed. He always seems to carry a long rapier with him, sporting an antichrist cross on a chain to the grip and several rings pierced through the blade. The grip itself bears an uncanny resemblance to a human spine, and knowing the Shiven hier, this could verry well be the case.
Personality:
How to describe Araan? He's evil, by all standards. He's an arrogant, elitist SOB who enjoys nothing more then to bring pain, suffering, death and decay upon whoever gets in his way. His greatest pride is how he managed to best death itself and, in his own words, 'Become his avatar', resulting in his abnormal vitality and extra-ordenairy ability to... well, not die.
He doesn't tend to give a damn about anything or anyone, certain exeptions set aside (usually people as cruel and sadistic as he is), and his loyalty is kept only as long as it profits him. The select few people he does consider his 'friends' however, he does stick his neck out for, summoning his powers to aid them in thier struggle to bring pain upon those weak of body and mind.
He revels in the creation of undead abominations of all kinds, the bigger and more grotesquely powerfull the better, wich he summons from the dark depths of hell itself. These 'children' serve as the soldiers of his own private army, being granted a second 'life' only to die fighting for his amusement. I think you get the idea.
History:
For as long as anyone can remember, the Shiven family has been quite an oddity amoungst even the inhabitants of the city of Chaos. Always obsessed with strength, power and, most disturbingly, immortality. Over the centuries, these obsessions drove the members of said family to the art of necromancy, the perverse art of raiseing the dead from thier slumber and pitting them against thier liveing bretheren. An art that whould, eventually, lead to thier rise to power, at the cost of nearly everything.
While the entire Shiven clan was obsessed with obtaining necromantic power, one of them was exceptionally gifted in the art, the oldest son of the current clanlord, Araan. Delveing deep into tomes of necromantic lore, true power always seeming just an inch beyond his ghrasp. Over the years, the young male transformed from a rather normal-looking young noble into a rahter pale and deatly avatar of death, seemingly unaffected by the passing of ages around him. And while the rest of his clan slowly died around him, he remained standing as strong as ever.
For years he kept his distance from the kings' and queens' affairs, prefering to focus on his research in solitude, occasionally ventreing out on is own to create chaos and panic amounst the commonfolk. Though recently, the hier to the Shiven clan revealed himself in public again, leaveing most folks in disbeleaf. He could not possibly be the same crazed necromancer the legends told about.. could he?