Post by darshan on Sept 13, 2009 21:54:00 GMT -6
Name: Darshan Kantrule
Age: 320
Gender: Male
Race: Necromancer
Hails From: Shempii
Ranking: Expert
Weapons:
-A Sharp and Deadly Dagger
-A Silver Bell (This isn't a weapon, only a vessel in which he raises the dead.)
Abilities:
-Master of the Language of the Dead
-Able to give his power to the next generation of Necromancer.
-Ability to raise the dead through a bell that houses the gist of his power.
Companions:
-His zombified wife; Klarie Kantrule
-Any Corpse he wishes to raise
Occupation: Ex-Gravedigger
Appearance:
nell-fallcard.deviantart.com/art/COMMISSION-Necromancer-76611644
Darshan is incredibly gaunt. He has the appearance of a corpse already. His pale skin is nearly paper white and his eyes have dark circles around them. Darshan is as skinny as a corpse of a starved prisoner. He constantly dresses in a blue shirt and a dark, belted coat. The coat at one time fit him well, but now it hangs loosely off of him. The belt fits snug around his thing waist, giving him the appearance of a toothpick wrapped in pauper's clothing.
Personality:
Darshan is a rather insane individual. He has risen his formerly living wife from the dead and she is now a rotting corpse, a former shell of a beautiful young lady filled with joy. He is considered a necrophiliac by anyone that he meets because he still has sexual relations with his zombified wife. He even kisses her on the cheek for he can not kiss her on the lips without being painfully bitten. His grip on reality decreases daily from his attachment to a soul who should have moved on to the Sanctuary nearly a century ago.
History:
Darshan Kantrule was born in Shempii nearly three and a half centuries ago to a Human gravedigger and his wife. His life was a meager one, his father made very little money from his grave digging business, and they were forced to live on the outskirts of town for the dwellers of the city thought of someone who deals with the dead as an outcast or a family of insane folk. Darshan was often treated like an outcast as well when he accompanied his father to the apothecary to buy supplies to prepare the dead for burial. Darshan was taught in his home instead of at a school, for his parents wanted to shield him from the ridicule his father had gone through during his younger years.
Eventually, Darshan was trained by his father to go in to the family business. He became good at his job and began to see a beauty in the dead that was required for such a mortifying business. When he was sixteen, Darshan's father arranged a marriage with a girl of fourteen for Darshan. His father received a large dowry for arranging the marriage and was able to build an actual Mortician's room in the house. When Darshan met his wife, he instantly fell in love with the beautiful Klarie. To get married, they traveled to the beautiful countryside of Cascentra. They were married in a beautiful pasture and they stayed at Klarie's cousin's cabin in the pasture.
Their wedding night was passionate. The two virgins discovered just how passionate sexual relations were. After nearly a week of sex, they returned home. Darshan hoped his beautiful young wife would become pregnant and he would be able to start a family. Eventually, after a while, Klarie showed signs of being pregnant. After nine months, Klarie went into labor. It was a rough bout, but to the dismay of both parents, the baby was stillborn. After this, Klarie went into a deep depression.
Klarie became incredibly reclusive, and after a long fight with depression, she gave out. Darshan found that his true love had taken her life. Darshan would let no one touch the body. He prepared her himself, drawing closer and closer to insanity. Eventually, he began hallucinating that she was still alive. He began to fornicate with her body during the night hours. After a while, he was forced to bury her. He still had hallucination of her telling him to find a way to bring her back so that they could share their love again.
Darshan eventually was so plagued with the guilty visions that he began searching for a way to bring her back. He left his home and the Wetlands. Eventually, after four years of searching, he found what he was looking for. Darshan found an Elder Necromancer named Klisorak. The Necromancer was an incredibly old and disgusting-looking Goblin. He had been one of the Necromancers that the First had taught. After much pleading, Klisorak began teaching him.
At first, Darshan struggled. But after years of dabbling in the darkest of arts, he began to succeed. After two centuries of teaching, Klisorak saw that the apprentice had mastered the art of Necromancy. He also saw it was fit for himself to pass to the Sanctuary. The Necromancer was millennial old and saw that his apprentice had need for his power. He transferred his powers to Darshan and gave him a vessel in which to raise the dead. It was a silver bell. He had to speak the Language of the Dead and ring the bell once to awaken and once to control. Darshan eventually returned to Shempii.
He found that his father had sired a brother for Darshan and that his brother had abandoned the gravedigging business and farmed the land that had once been the site of many, many graves. When he arrived at the farm, he rose every corpse that had ever been buried there. Thousands of dead were risen, soldiers of wars past, peasants with a burning hatred for their dead lords, victims of murder with an unquenchable anger, and old hags with a pining loneliness that manifested in a terrible and frightening scream. But most importantly, he rose his beloved Klarie. He ordered his army to march into the farmhouse and kill all who lived there as vengeance for for desecrating the graves.
Eventually, as he had done so many years ago, he had "passionate" relations with his former beloved on the muddy fields. He ended up getting so distracted that after his servants had killed his only kin, they scattered into the swamplands. Eventually, Darshan fled to lands unknown with his beloved. He wanders now, far and wide across Yviex.
Age: 320
Gender: Male
Race: Necromancer
Hails From: Shempii
Ranking: Expert
Weapons:
-A Sharp and Deadly Dagger
-A Silver Bell (This isn't a weapon, only a vessel in which he raises the dead.)
Abilities:
-Master of the Language of the Dead
-Able to give his power to the next generation of Necromancer.
-Ability to raise the dead through a bell that houses the gist of his power.
Companions:
-His zombified wife; Klarie Kantrule
-Any Corpse he wishes to raise
Occupation: Ex-Gravedigger
Appearance:
nell-fallcard.deviantart.com/art/COMMISSION-Necromancer-76611644
Darshan is incredibly gaunt. He has the appearance of a corpse already. His pale skin is nearly paper white and his eyes have dark circles around them. Darshan is as skinny as a corpse of a starved prisoner. He constantly dresses in a blue shirt and a dark, belted coat. The coat at one time fit him well, but now it hangs loosely off of him. The belt fits snug around his thing waist, giving him the appearance of a toothpick wrapped in pauper's clothing.
Personality:
Darshan is a rather insane individual. He has risen his formerly living wife from the dead and she is now a rotting corpse, a former shell of a beautiful young lady filled with joy. He is considered a necrophiliac by anyone that he meets because he still has sexual relations with his zombified wife. He even kisses her on the cheek for he can not kiss her on the lips without being painfully bitten. His grip on reality decreases daily from his attachment to a soul who should have moved on to the Sanctuary nearly a century ago.
History:
Darshan Kantrule was born in Shempii nearly three and a half centuries ago to a Human gravedigger and his wife. His life was a meager one, his father made very little money from his grave digging business, and they were forced to live on the outskirts of town for the dwellers of the city thought of someone who deals with the dead as an outcast or a family of insane folk. Darshan was often treated like an outcast as well when he accompanied his father to the apothecary to buy supplies to prepare the dead for burial. Darshan was taught in his home instead of at a school, for his parents wanted to shield him from the ridicule his father had gone through during his younger years.
Eventually, Darshan was trained by his father to go in to the family business. He became good at his job and began to see a beauty in the dead that was required for such a mortifying business. When he was sixteen, Darshan's father arranged a marriage with a girl of fourteen for Darshan. His father received a large dowry for arranging the marriage and was able to build an actual Mortician's room in the house. When Darshan met his wife, he instantly fell in love with the beautiful Klarie. To get married, they traveled to the beautiful countryside of Cascentra. They were married in a beautiful pasture and they stayed at Klarie's cousin's cabin in the pasture.
Their wedding night was passionate. The two virgins discovered just how passionate sexual relations were. After nearly a week of sex, they returned home. Darshan hoped his beautiful young wife would become pregnant and he would be able to start a family. Eventually, after a while, Klarie showed signs of being pregnant. After nine months, Klarie went into labor. It was a rough bout, but to the dismay of both parents, the baby was stillborn. After this, Klarie went into a deep depression.
Klarie became incredibly reclusive, and after a long fight with depression, she gave out. Darshan found that his true love had taken her life. Darshan would let no one touch the body. He prepared her himself, drawing closer and closer to insanity. Eventually, he began hallucinating that she was still alive. He began to fornicate with her body during the night hours. After a while, he was forced to bury her. He still had hallucination of her telling him to find a way to bring her back so that they could share their love again.
Darshan eventually was so plagued with the guilty visions that he began searching for a way to bring her back. He left his home and the Wetlands. Eventually, after four years of searching, he found what he was looking for. Darshan found an Elder Necromancer named Klisorak. The Necromancer was an incredibly old and disgusting-looking Goblin. He had been one of the Necromancers that the First had taught. After much pleading, Klisorak began teaching him.
At first, Darshan struggled. But after years of dabbling in the darkest of arts, he began to succeed. After two centuries of teaching, Klisorak saw that the apprentice had mastered the art of Necromancy. He also saw it was fit for himself to pass to the Sanctuary. The Necromancer was millennial old and saw that his apprentice had need for his power. He transferred his powers to Darshan and gave him a vessel in which to raise the dead. It was a silver bell. He had to speak the Language of the Dead and ring the bell once to awaken and once to control. Darshan eventually returned to Shempii.
He found that his father had sired a brother for Darshan and that his brother had abandoned the gravedigging business and farmed the land that had once been the site of many, many graves. When he arrived at the farm, he rose every corpse that had ever been buried there. Thousands of dead were risen, soldiers of wars past, peasants with a burning hatred for their dead lords, victims of murder with an unquenchable anger, and old hags with a pining loneliness that manifested in a terrible and frightening scream. But most importantly, he rose his beloved Klarie. He ordered his army to march into the farmhouse and kill all who lived there as vengeance for for desecrating the graves.
Eventually, as he had done so many years ago, he had "passionate" relations with his former beloved on the muddy fields. He ended up getting so distracted that after his servants had killed his only kin, they scattered into the swamplands. Eventually, Darshan fled to lands unknown with his beloved. He wanders now, far and wide across Yviex.