OOC: Ahh, so I can essentially do my own thing, so long as it isn't global warfare. Sounds good with me. All right. Perhaps when you guys finish your current quest, my character will have built up a new one for you to take on. My char will be:
Name:V'kleta
Aliases:V'kleta the Thrice-Damned, The Enslaver of Realms
Race:Unknown, thought to be demon.
Age:Unknown, most consider him to have been around since the beginning of time, although this incarnation of him occured only four hundred years ago.
Weapon(s): he manifests damn near anything, but he prefers a large battlescythe that is designed to appear organic, with the handle a spinal cord and the head adorned with all manner of eyes, claws, and mouthes.
Class: Dark Sorceror, Mercenary, Knight of Darkness
Appearance: However he desires, although he typically chooses either Drakotaur, Human, Drow, or Dragon, for some odd reason. On very rare instances, when alone he can be found to have reverted to a Draconian form. In his Drakotaur form, he appears inhuman and demonic, a half-man, half-dragon twist on the classic centaur. As a human he attires himself in a black, flowing trench coat with mostly black attire as a general rule, and has long black hair. Smooth, cleanshaven, and devilishly handsome, he will often leave his eyes a reptilian yellow as a way to unnerve foes.
Bio: Legends have it that he is timeless, the very avatar of evil. He is said to be a demonic shapeshifter, one of incredible dark power. His battle prowess is unimaginable, and rivaled only by his control over dark magic. His sense of humor is one of his most appealing characteristics, and also usually his downfall. He will toy with the would-be heroes that stand against him, making them dance and make fools of themselves before he finishes them off. He is born of another realm, one that this realm has likely never even heard of. He travels throughout all the realms in a massive conquering sweep, planning to enslave all he touches. So far, he has been successful, except for an incident two hundred years ago in which he was defeated and locked within a soul of purity. Now that soul has died, and V'kleta is free again to wreak his dark havoc. His first target is this world.
OOC: Okay, he's a very big, very bad guy. He means to enslave this realm, and at his peak he would be godlike. However, he's been trapped a long time, so his powers are drained considerably. Instead of being an unstoppable overlord, he must resort to treachery. He still maintains many of his frightening abilities, but his full power is as of yet unattainable. He is without his legions, and must take this world alone, fighting any heroes who would attempt to stop him, and likely enslaving their corpses as the first of his armies. While you guys finish up your quest, he will be beginning his, which is to seek out and destroy or enslave all opposition. By the time you are done, he will likely have created a considerable empire for you to go against. Then, you guys can try and break through to stop him as I manage his movements, throwing obstacles in your path, or just battling you as V'kleta.
As powerful as he potentially is, he won't reach that power in this RP, so I cannot be accused of godmoding. He is a very formidable opponent, and it is rumored that he cannot actually die, but obviously he will eventually have to be defeated. I know that and am fine with it. Just allow him to have some fun and success before you banish him from this realm.
BoT: Out in the middle of a night desert, a wind picked up. Small lizards scurried into the sand, and the night's scavengers and hunters fled, sensing the arrival of something that could consider them prey. As the moonscape cleared of life, an electric current began to build up in a shallow valley between some dunes, and it intensified. At it's peak, a tear ripped through the fabric of space and time, and out stumbled V'kleta in human form. He fell to his knees in the darkened sand, and a shadow spread out from him settling into a dragonlike form before shrinking back to normal. The rift behind him closed, and he raised his head. His eyes flashed with red light and he grinned slowly...the doom of this realm had arrived...
i'd appricitare it.
