Description
The ebon-grey color of this duergar glows unnaturally absorbing the light in
a small radius around him allmost like the darkness envelopes the entire
body. Nearly his entire head is covered with hair, fascinating, glorious hair
unnatural for a duergar to have such perfect hair. His body is covered in
immaculate armors, his forearms bursting from beneath the armor, his whole
body muscular and toned, not a single scratch or scar to be seem. Its
difficult to see the type of weapons he wields, but you see small drops of
blood upon the blade of it. His dark grey eyes peers at you from within the
safety of his helmet watching your next move. His arms and legs look quite
strong, yet he seems to move with the swiftness of a bird and the beauty of
an elven princess.
Role
Arcibu Phufin
Added Wed Jan 31 12:13:54 2007 at level 13:
Arcibu, named mockingly as a joke among the duergar. Nobody liked him, he
was a complete ass. Pissed at the world for being born disfigured. There
was not a more hideous sight within the depths of the underworld that could
make Arcibu appear to have any sense of beauty.Outcasted and wandering
lonely, alone he wanted revenge. Not on anyone in particular but rather to
deface and beguile everything in his path that lived a simpler life than
himself. The only pleasure Arcibu received was making others lower than
himself, even if that meant being 6 feet lower in the ground. Just a vile
and disgusting creature, loved by none except one soul was intrigued by him.
One animated being, smelling of rotting flesh was intrigued by this hardy
creature and wanted to use his anger to serve his needs. Lost one day in
pitch darkness Arcibu heard a noise. Unsure of where it came from, he soon
found the source as a pair of eyes glared at him from the darkness, appeared
as if the eye sockets were filled with flames. A skeletal hand reached out
from the ghostly figure and struck Arcibu on the shoulder, a shock surged
through his body and everything went blank. Arcibu awoke in a chamber, dark
pentagrams circled the walls of the room and candles were blazing along the
walls. The ghostly figure entered, wearing a demonic suit of crimson
platemail. The suit vibrated and shimmered constantly, radiating a feeling
of power around him. The creature beat, whipped, and mangled Arcibu's body,
turning him, which was unthought of into a more defiled duergar. The scars
and marks the knight put onto his body left a lasting impression. Unsure
what was happening, Arcibu asked, "Why me?" The knight replied, "It could be
all over, serve my will and I will teach you the meaning of Power, and how
you can turn yourself into your greatest desire, Beautiful. Arcibu agreed
and an image glimmered around him, just above the skin.The knight held up a
mirror and in the mirror the hansomest duergar he'd ever seen stared back at
him. Then as quickly as he'd been amazed the image of his beautiful form
faded and in the mirror lyed his true self, his disgusting self. Arcibu
pleaded with the creature to cast the image back, and the creature agreed
under one condition, "Draw the blood of any living creature that I will, feed
my power with screams of pain and torments, send every soul you meet into
utter misery. Feed my strength and in return I will hold the spell among
you." Arcibu agreed and now his masters will must be done.
The master now told Arcibu his name, Phufin. Arcibu adobted his name as his
Last, for he felt as if he was his only true father figure.