Description
This giant (for a human) person clothed in bloody-red robes, worn above his
armor. Perhaps he would provide a great warrior, if wouldn't choose another
art - art of magic. Art of Necromancy. His face can be barely seen within
shadow of the hood, though his dark blue eyes can't hide there. Despite it's
beauty color, they are reflecting only a void coldness. His pale lips are
bended into a crooked smile, showing arrogance and despisal to a surrounding
world. Massive muscular body looks well trained. Perhaps he spent quite some
time in a serious, bloody battles. Scars, that covers his skin, and an
absolutely grey hair could prove such theory. His skin is dark, and together
with his giant size reminds a fire giant, though how their blood could boild
in human's veins is a mystery. Light, thin aroma that circle in the air can
be sensed nearbly. Sweet aroma of death, which is always following him like
a persuing shadow...
Role
Youth
Added Thu Oct 20 07:42:14 2005 at level 18:
Childhood.
Niazuruzain always been a bastard. Not only because his birth, no. He was bastart
because he arrogantly thought only abuot himself. Why? He had no father, his mother
hated her child, grandfather liked to tear and torment young boy. Niazuruzain was a
monster since childhood - strong, angry and hated by everyone. Even by the kittens.
He payed everyone the same coin - nothing could please him more, than sound of the
crushing bones or kitten's meawoing on executions. And all that time Niazu, as he
called himself, have been hoping to find his absent and mysterious father. To find
and execute like a kitten. Why? Because he hated to be a bastard.
Message to father.
boulder: "Dear father. I hope that you live here and won't miss this message.
Also I hope that someday you will realise your great mistake. Anyhow, too late.
Prepare to die, I will come sooner, than you expect. With sincerely love, your
son". Next day he saw groups of fire giant soldiers that was leaving mountain,
looking for the brave (or foolish) intruder. Niazu managed to creep outside and
covered in the deep underwater tunnel, while soldiers, in rage, have been murdering
humans in the villages around.
Marriage.
At sixteen Niazu decided to marry. He never felt love, nor believed in it. Reason
to marry - girl reminded him a kitten... Sweet, defensless kitten. Niazu wanted
her even more, than kittens. Pity that she managed to escape, together with her
little brother. Niazu tracked them straight to the shining fortress of light, where
they covered. Angry Niazu gave himself promise to deal with Fortress later, when
he gain enough power to defeat it's leaders.
Becoming serious.
To become strong, Niazu joined a regular army of Hamsah Mu'tazz city. He have been
training there until he realised: he need much more, than a simple physical strength.
Especially after he watched horrible death of his captain, when he challenged a dark
scholar of the night and his nightwalking creature on the duel. Standing over his dead
teacher, Niazu have been looking at the dark mage. "This is what I need", - told Niazu
himself. "No, you need MORE than this", - answered a hollow voice inside his very soul.
"That's true", - agreed Niazu, - "I need, I WANT more!". Niazu drops his mace and waved
goodbye to his ex-captain.
Entering the Academy.
Niazu enjoyed Academy. Old mages, plenty of knowledge and creatures, reminding his
lovely kittens. Niazu became one of the best scholars, and would be absolutely best,
if not his character. He never been polite or respectful; vice versa, he have been
quite sarcasmic and ironic. Soon enough he became most hated scholar in the whole
academy. Creatures have been running in panic, sensing Niazu even before he have been
entering arena. Niazu became bored, he learned everything they could teach and left
the academy. Armed with new power and scrolls, he travelled far north, to Udgaard.
In Udgaardian guild he, probably first time in his life, realised, what power is.
Magic.
That was hardest days in Niazuruzain's life. He realised, that magic exists. It's not
tricks, not hollow rumors; it's truth. And it's anything and everything. Magic
overwhelmed him, transforming from a solder or a sadistic rogue to a (more or less)
serious mage. He didn't know what magic is, where it comes fr
Aging.
Added Tue Oct 25 01:45:05 2005 at level 18:
After becoming a true mage, Niazu noticed something horrifying: his body became frail and weak very, very fast.
Light-colored hair turned into a silvery stream, like he was not a youngling, but an ancient wizard.
Only his shimmering eyes remained same sharp as before, if not even better. And, of course, his mind... and soul.
Magic filled Niazuruzain, becoming his dedicated servant. With every day he have been experimenting and gaining knowledge.
But Niazuruzain didn't fail to the trap. He perfectly realised, what is happening with him. He couldn't see solution,
until one day he entered the Lyceum, in his search for the new knowledge. He noticed an ancient, covered with dust tome.
Marked with a golden pentagramm, that tome hypnotized Niazuruzain. Without any thoughts stepped closer and... opened it.
Darkness, released from the ancient book, with infernal moan surrounded lyceum. Niazuruzain, standing in the heart of
the crushing vortex, became paralyzed. Blinded, daft, shocked, almost dead, he was standing and... absorbing the darkness.
When he woke up, it was a morning of the next day. He was lying outside the lyceum, bloody and dirty. Mind was blank.
Recollecting events of the last night, Niazuruzain realised one quite important thing: new knowledge, be it blessing or
a curse, found shelter in his soul. Now he knew the way, way to undeath.
Eternety invited Niazuruzain to join it, and invitation was of the black color.
Nonsusceptibility.
Added Thu Dec 1 11:42:25 2005 at level 47:
Dark powers have been flowing through Niazuruzain. He found that very few foes may resist his dark magic and skills.
His dedication and persistence seemed to affect the whole Empire, where he was serving as an Elite Warlock.
Black sect quickly has arise from the ruins, and Niazuruzain became a Dreadlord.
With other citizens and his undead servants, he was running across the lands, searching new souls that he will bind to Empire - and for foes, that he would destroy with pleasure.
. Darkness overwhelmed him, and he fell into a trap - blinded by his own strength, he refused to believe in his own death.
His fights became more and more risky, more and more dangerously, until he found himself lying on the floor, with his own blood decorating cold stones of the night street.
. Strange insanity seized his mind, forcing him to enter hopeless battles, which he would surely loose. He was looking at himself and learning his own weaknesses.
Calmness.
Sometime later Niazuruzain wakes once again. He looked at his body, now covered with horrible scars, and frowned.
Fog of insanity slowly begun to dissolve, and Niazuruzain found himself in the Throne room of the Palace.
He was half-sitting, half-lying on the Throne. Niazuruzain quickly standed up, surprised, how could he do such blasphemy.
But then he looked in the mirror, and discovered crown on his head, worn on absolutely white hair.
Suddenly he recalled recently events: his meeting with Father of Anger and his final promotion.
Now, what shall he do with the new power, power of the Emperor? Niazuruzain shuddered,
feeling how the darkness begun to swirl inside him again. "No! This won't happen to me again!" - almost shouted Niazuruzain.
"I will lead Empire to glory and to power, as I've been dreaming... And, though I never planned it, I will do what Emperor shall".
And, relaxed, with a dark smile on his pale, scarred face, Emperor lowers on his throne.