Post by lordnythrax on Oct 15, 2012 1:06:31 GMT -5
Note: I'm not actually in this guild, but I figured I'd post this here regardless since I'm always around anyway. Anyone who gives enough of a crap to read may as well have access to the details.
Lord Nythrax
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 215 lbs
Apparent Age: 30 - 40
Race: Human (Vampirized)
Hair: Nope
Beard: Black
Eyes: Brown
The person currently calling himself "Lord Nythrax" is not native to this shard of existence, and has in fact crossed between shards numerous times in his life. Unsure of how the chronologies of these alternate worlds relate, he is no longer certain of even his own age. In his time he has seen nearly everything under the sun, and has grown extraordinarily jaded.
However, unlike the morose, withdrawn, and in his opinion rather dull old vampires of the clan in which he originally arose, Nythrax has chosen to remain engaged with the world and has even adopted a relatively gregarious devil-may-care persona. He frequently involves himself in the affairs of others, even when those affairs do not directly serve his interests, and is quite capable of being helpful to those he considers his friends.
Nevertheless, as an experienced and cynical necromancer, he is even more capable of being distinctly unhelpful to almost everyone else. Politically, he would just as soon watch Britannian society collapse and burn, if only because it's something he's never seen before. He admires Lord Blackthorn as an underdog and provocateur, but has little genuine use for the philosophy of tolerance toward obviously inferior races like ratmen and orcs.
His vampirism is a well-kept secret, in spite of his pallor and frequently sinister mien, precisely because he is willing to hide in the open. The man wears black armor and a helmet made from a skull, the onlooker thinks, if he were a vampire surely he would not be able to keep it to himself. Yet he does, and while most vampires secretly want someone to know about their condition, he is genuinely content to keep his to himself forever. He feeds infrequently and almost never from anyone he knows.
Lord Nythrax
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 215 lbs
Apparent Age: 30 - 40
Race: Human (Vampirized)
Hair: Nope
Beard: Black
Eyes: Brown
The person currently calling himself "Lord Nythrax" is not native to this shard of existence, and has in fact crossed between shards numerous times in his life. Unsure of how the chronologies of these alternate worlds relate, he is no longer certain of even his own age. In his time he has seen nearly everything under the sun, and has grown extraordinarily jaded.
However, unlike the morose, withdrawn, and in his opinion rather dull old vampires of the clan in which he originally arose, Nythrax has chosen to remain engaged with the world and has even adopted a relatively gregarious devil-may-care persona. He frequently involves himself in the affairs of others, even when those affairs do not directly serve his interests, and is quite capable of being helpful to those he considers his friends.
Nevertheless, as an experienced and cynical necromancer, he is even more capable of being distinctly unhelpful to almost everyone else. Politically, he would just as soon watch Britannian society collapse and burn, if only because it's something he's never seen before. He admires Lord Blackthorn as an underdog and provocateur, but has little genuine use for the philosophy of tolerance toward obviously inferior races like ratmen and orcs.
His vampirism is a well-kept secret, in spite of his pallor and frequently sinister mien, precisely because he is willing to hide in the open. The man wears black armor and a helmet made from a skull, the onlooker thinks, if he were a vampire surely he would not be able to keep it to himself. Yet he does, and while most vampires secretly want someone to know about their condition, he is genuinely content to keep his to himself forever. He feeds infrequently and almost never from anyone he knows.