Post by caladoor on Nov 28, 2010 23:44:26 GMT -6
Name:Zangroth
Age: Unknown
Sex:Male
Height:6'2"
Appearence:Full black spike armor, Helm shape like black dragon, giant golden sword with ancient dragon tounge on blade, and dragon eye on hilt.
Bio: He was born in slums as a streetrat who lived day to day. In his teen years he started adventuring, and around the age of 16 he stumbled apon a sacred ruins. The ruins themselfs appear only to the ones it wanted. Inside the ruins he found a sarcofigas. He opens it up, and finds a skeliton who wields a large two handed sword that radiated heats so bad that it burns his very bones, but when he picks it up he felt like he stuck his hand in ice. He rose the sword up to his eyes, and looked into the steel. It felt like it was talking to him. It called to him, and he let himself go. Then black matalic matieral started crawling up his arm, across his body, and finally his face. It burned, his very flesh was burning off being replaced by it. When it was all done he heard a voice. It whispered, "Forget who you were, because you are no longer that. You are so much more now. Now you are Zangroth." He soon exepted this name, and when he did it told him more, but now it was about destruction. "Destroy what is weaker then you." He travel to towns, and with a wave of his hand they would be destroyed. This was good, but on a new moon. The sword would activate it's true power turning him into a Dracolich that had three heads, and he could no longer controll over himself. He would fly around destroying everything with no thought. (dracolich=Undead dragon.) Centruries pasted, and he began to understand his powers, and no longer needed the moon to leave. He could now control it at will, but is still strongest when the moon is gone. He got bored with destruction, and made a castle in the sky, and waits there for the right moment to leave.
Age: Unknown
Sex:Male
Height:6'2"
Appearence:Full black spike armor, Helm shape like black dragon, giant golden sword with ancient dragon tounge on blade, and dragon eye on hilt.
Bio: He was born in slums as a streetrat who lived day to day. In his teen years he started adventuring, and around the age of 16 he stumbled apon a sacred ruins. The ruins themselfs appear only to the ones it wanted. Inside the ruins he found a sarcofigas. He opens it up, and finds a skeliton who wields a large two handed sword that radiated heats so bad that it burns his very bones, but when he picks it up he felt like he stuck his hand in ice. He rose the sword up to his eyes, and looked into the steel. It felt like it was talking to him. It called to him, and he let himself go. Then black matalic matieral started crawling up his arm, across his body, and finally his face. It burned, his very flesh was burning off being replaced by it. When it was all done he heard a voice. It whispered, "Forget who you were, because you are no longer that. You are so much more now. Now you are Zangroth." He soon exepted this name, and when he did it told him more, but now it was about destruction. "Destroy what is weaker then you." He travel to towns, and with a wave of his hand they would be destroyed. This was good, but on a new moon. The sword would activate it's true power turning him into a Dracolich that had three heads, and he could no longer controll over himself. He would fly around destroying everything with no thought. (dracolich=Undead dragon.) Centruries pasted, and he began to understand his powers, and no longer needed the moon to leave. He could now control it at will, but is still strongest when the moon is gone. He got bored with destruction, and made a castle in the sky, and waits there for the right moment to leave.