Alex

dark dragon · March 2nd, 2011, 3:46 am

Name: Alexander (Alex)

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Skills:

Necromancy ~ He is among the most skilled at necromancy, he can’t bring back the dead since it is impossible, but he can make corpses fight for him. Theoretically he can have an infinite amount with enough strength, but he can only reasonably control one hundred at once. It does drain energy from him so any more than one hundred would over exert him.

Soul Draining ~ He can twist others souls to and slowly drain them away. He prefers not to use it since it is what he calls an evil magic, those sometimes his dark side takes over forcing him to act against his own judgment. When draining a soul it puts him through a lot of pain, it will leave the other an empty husk devoid of all thoughts and emotions. As mention he hates using it and will only do so under the most dire conditions unless his dark side takes over. It isn’t hard to break free from his Soul Draining if one knows how to do it properly. And once a soul is taken he can return it at anytime.

Dark Side ~ After secretly learning the darkest form of Necromancy he unlocked a hidden magic inside himself. Unknowingly when studying it triggered something inside him to erupt. A strange spirit of sorts entered him, forming an alter ego of him, a cruel, violent, and merciless side. His Dark Side cares not who or what it kills, it does so for its own purposes. When in his dark side, he has no control over it. It only leave when he is knocked unconscious or it wastes to much of his energy. At all times he can feel the dark side ripping at him, wanting to gain control. Even when sleeping his unconscious mind fights against the darkness wanting to take over.

Race: Human

Hair: Black

Eyes: A strange pale white

Home Village: A small necromancer community in the far east of the Hadarac.

Parents: Uno (Father) Ingred (Mother) Both deceased.

Siblings: None

Character Personality: Seemingly distant and aloof he prefers not to make friends in fear he may be taken over in his dark side and kill them. It had happened many times before; his dark side even killed the woman he loved and several of his closest friends. After that, he wasn’t shunned by the community since they knew his sad predicament, but instead he put himself into an exile. He is kind, caring, at times cocky but mostly just for fun, and stubborn to the core when it comes to wanting to protect people. He feels his magic talents a curse since of his dark side and wishes he did not have them. He never did know his parents since his mother died in child birth and his father killed himself years later, but Alex always looked to his fellow necromancers as family, it was a terrible blow to him to have to leave them, and to the horrors he inflicted. Though he never said it, Alex knew his mentor was ashamed of him for looking into the dark magic that even the necromancers banned from novices. He longs to rejoin them but will not since he does not trust himself from entering his dark side. And though he is from the west, he hates the people of the west, thinking they are all bigots and slavers.

His dark side is pure evil. It will kill anyone it sees as in its way, not caring if it was friend or foe. Merciless it would kill anyone, women, men, or even children. When taking over Alex’s body it has complete control unless he manages to break though, someone intervenes, or he his knocked unconscious. The dark side enjoys brining pain onto others above all.

Character History: Born in a small town in the Empire, Alex was born to loving parents, though his mother died shortly after he was born. His father never blamed him, but after his wife’s death Uno begun quiet and distant, only showing Alex affection when he needed it. Even so Alex loved his father, but when he was seven it came to a shocking horror to him to see his father hanging from a tree. AT once Alex collapsed to the ground sobbing. It wasn’t long after until a man walked by him, he was wearing strange exotic clothing, but he seemed nice enough. Talking to Alex he said his name was Victor and he came from a small community to the east. Craving human contact, Alex went with him.
Once he arrived, Alex found himself being sent into school for necromancy. Being only seven he had no knowledge it was banned from much of Alagaesia, seen as evil magic the necromancer community was forced to flee east beyond the Hadarac.
After only three months of study the elders were shocked to see Alex’s skill in Necromancy. Very shy and curious, he spent most his time studying and behaving himself. When he was around tne he became close friends with Avalon and Edwin. The three were inceperable and soon the three became tops of the class in necromancy.
Always curious, they would often stay late in the library reading books of their art. When around thirteen to try and impress a fellow student necromancer from the southern Hadarac named Kara Alex snuck into the lower area of the library to read up on the magic so dangerous that only the elders and masters were allowed to read it.
Saying to his master, Victor, that he wanted to study more on zobie controlling, he gained the key. As he went to get the dark books, he felt pity and sorrow, the only reason why Victor gave it to him was because he trusted him. He was Victor’s protégé. Betraying his master’s trust was something he would never forgive himself for, even more so with its disastrous outcomes. Once he went into the lower section of the library he pulled out the scrolls and manuscripts of the darkest form of Necromancy. Dangerous it was, he didn’t care, with craving and though he hated to admit it, lust, he sought to impress Kara. Finally he found it,, the oldest book and by what it looked like the most evil. After sneaking it into his room, he begun to read, Avalon helped as well to decipher his meaning. As the months turned to years he, Avalon, and Edwin became closer friends. And though he hadn’t figured out how to use the magic yet, Kara never knew he planned on doing it and over the years the two became such close friends Avalon and Edwin would often joke asking the two when they planned on being wedded.
When he was around twenty was hwne he finally figured out the manurscripts meaning. With jow he woke Edwin and Avalon from their beds, and went to the girl’s dormitory to wake Kara. Though grumpy about it, Kara followed the three boys to see what they were up to. Kara was against it, even more so that Alex stole it. She slapped him after hearing what he did, but she decided to stay and watch them be stupid and likely get themselves hurt.
When reciting the spell in the language that predated the Ancient Language then adding the ending which involved the earliest forms of the Ancient language, the room begun to darkness and its very foundations shook. Screams of fright came from the other three, begging Alex to stop reading. He tried to, but his body seemed to have a mind of its own and kept reading. Total darkness exploded through the room and several shouts rang out. Objects flew through the air, and another loud scream and crying came. Soon after Alex went unconscious, on awaking he found himself in the medical room. Next to him was a second bed but the body was covered by a sheet. Before he could ask, he lost what color remained n his face and glanced down with shame as Victor stared at him, a deep frown on his face and his eyes full of pity, anger, and disappointments. Alex couldn’t bare to talk with his master. And though he still promised to continue teaching Alex, the bond between them was broken.
At what he did Avalon and Kara were frightened of it happing again, but it semed not to damage their friendship. As time passed by Alex found himself in pain. Victor though scornfully told him it was the affects of the magic he used. It would make him live much longer, and allow him to drain souls, the most evil of magic to necromancers. He also told him of the dark side, of how it could take control. That made Alex shiver, he was sure that was what killed Edwin.
Finally when studying, a few people passed through that would destroy his life. Slavers from the west. At seeing Kara and a few of the other’s darker skin they demanded a ransom of slaves. It angered the elders, calling those from the west barbarians and savages .At once in rage the westerners begun to slughter and force into chains those they could catch. Immediately fighting took up. Flanked by Avalon and Kara, the three went into the thick of the action. Sneaking round towards the camps of those from the west, Alex saw to his horror as those from the west killed men and young children, and raped women and eventually killed them, leaving their bodies out for the dogs to eat. Enraged, he charged in, ignoring Avalon and Kara’s shouts for him to come back. From what his master said the westerners would often enslave them if they had a chance and other small necromancer communities. Not only that, but they those of the east as barbaric.
Though maddening it was and he seemed to kill without mercy, the sight of a young child on the ground sobbing its eyes out and the bruises covering the skin made him snap. Alex could feel his dark side take over. Everything to him went back as his dark side took over. With rage he sent the dead to destroy the westerner’s camp and tear their bodies to shreds. Sending flame, lighting, ice, and death in every direction, he roared out with pleasure, consuming the souls of those he ripped from their bodies. Two people jumped on him, at once he snarled, blasting the boy away and grabbing the girl, staring into her dark face and eyes he lifted her up, and threw her directly into a fire. It was then a third party ran to him. He tried to fight back, but this one seemed to know his every move and how to counter them. With rage he struck and ordered his undead to attack, but then something crashed into him and he went into darkness.

Seconds later it seemed to him he woke up days later. People glared down at him with rage, but Victor and medics came in ordering them away. Victor gave a few sharp words to them, making them scamper away. Staring down at his pupil Victor touched him on the shoulder. His eyes filled with sympathy and pity and sorrow as he glanced down, “I’m sorry,”
Staring at his master, Alex couldn’t help but be scarred. Pleading he sobbed, “I’m sorry master, I’m so sorry.”
Glancing at him with sorrow he said sternly yet kindly and with sympathy, “Alex, you went into your dark side again. I won’t preach to you as I did when you first broke my word. I hate to have to tell you this Alex, but when you snapped you killed Avalon.”
Dumbstruck he gasped with pain, falling back into his bed. At once the medics rushed in but he recovered. Tears spilled from his eyes, “No… I couln’t have! What of! What of Kara? Is she…”
With a sad look he replied softly, “Her condition is bad Alex. She has burns all over her body, and when your dark side threw her, it badly damaged her spine. She only has another day or two to survive.”
Grief, rage, and loss overwhelmed Alex. He sobbed into Victor’s shoulder, not caring that he was acting like a baby. Staring at him through wet eyes he said, “Can I see her?”
Victor shook his head, “I’m sorry Alex, but she’s terrified of you now. I tried telling her you didn’t mean to do that and it wasn’t you, but she is still frightened. Staring down at his medical bed,. “I’m sorry Alex, but we always comply with the patients words.” Alex forced himself not to cry more. He knew it, he didn’t deserve her, after what he did. He was such a horrible boyfriend, how could he have basically killed her? Edit, Avalon, and soon Kara, the three people he cared the most about dead at his hands.
“Those men from the west, did they, how many did they take?”
“About fifty killed and as many enslaved.” Victor replied. Alex glanced at him, his master had always cared of him, but he was sure of what he was thinking. He was of the west, the west, those that went and enslaved his people.
“I’m sorry master.”
“Alex, it isn’t your fault. We know you are not truly like those westerners. Many of us are descendants of people from the west.”
Even so Alex couldn’t help but see the pain in his master’s dark eyes. With a nod he planned his actions. Sneeking out of the small city that night, he first went to Kara’s room. He knew she didn’t want to see him, she was probably already dead. Even so he wrote on a slip of paper, ‘I’m sorry things had to turn out this way Kara. Just know that I would never hurt you, and I care about you more than anyone. Love, Alex.”
Slipping under the crack of the door he ran off, with only the clothes he had and a small bag of supplies, putting himself in exile, away from the only home he knew, away from those he loved and loved him so he would hurt no one else.

Weapons: None, he only fights with magic.

Likes: Nature, magic, studying, and the simply joys of life.

Dislikes: Those of the west, slavery, his dark side.

Weakness / Fear: His dark side will take over and he will kill more people that he loves.

Animal Companions: None

Character's Physical Description: His is about five feet eleven inches. He is kind of muscular and though his skin is white, it is somewhat tan due to the desert heat and sun. His hair is black ad curly. His eyes were once brown, but when he unlocked the hidden magic it made them a strange pale white, a sigh of the magic that ifests his body. He wears simply robes, accustom to novice necromancers. Around his neck is a small necklace with a small emrald inside where he stores ecess magic.

Dreams for the Future: To somehow cure himself of what he sees as a cruse.

Reason for Dreams: So he can be with others without fear of killing them.

Alignment/side: None so he doesn’t have to worry about hurting any possible friends.

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