ALASTOR MNEMOSYNE
A lewd soul of sinister origin, Alastor wanders with enigmatic association. Despicable magic invariably slip from his lips; at his whim, no life is too great a cost. This wander is not without impetus, yet he hungers for an ineffable dream. His saga carries on not without evil etched in its history, even so, what whims spur the wayfarer still?
Appearance
Eerie disposition and sore posture, lanky members congregate Alastor's figure. Amidst lazy gesture, he holds a sanguinary gaze behind yellowed eyes and, yet yellower voice. Cicatrix ornament him from face to trunk, and his gangly form grovels beneath tattered cloaks and daylight. Raven hair drapes his peccable countenance in disorder, brushing a sickly brow with manic impression.
Skills and Abilities
- Seance magic: A Nether society cultivated an abominable magic bequeathed and mutilated through generations of cult rehearsal. The dead harbor secrets: their power still fathomable at a price. At the cost of madness, the creatures of hell may visit our world still; their magics bargained for ephemeral gain.
Personality
Eldritch manner and deviously conniving, the abyssborn serves no master. Even still, an agog proclivity festers beneath his surface, irresistible. With fickle judgement, his unruly thoughts and perfervid passions irregularly escape his wicked reasoning.
Biography & Lore
Secrets spring from the Underrealm's nooks, yet society burgeons still in its darkest sumps. Sequestered life marred by dark personages and darker occults. Alastor bloomed in such a place, both wintry and obscene. Solitary, secluded; this Nether people practiced a minacious magic. Entente with the dead.
Not for the surface folk trespassing, this people would have perpetuated alone, and Alastor with them. The greed of man broke the seal: a gateway to the Overrealm. When the surface dwellers—their hearts consumed by avarice of treasures—breached the Nether's hallowed sanctum, a profound violence upheaved. A pyrrhic cost, the surface looters lay slain, yet the sanctuary of the Nether people lay shattered; their existence now thrown into the surface.
Alastor, youth upon his brow, trod the paths of this newfound realm, with eyes that gleamed with an otherworldly hunger. Whither shall his ravenous gaze lead?
Not for the surface folk trespassing, this people would have perpetuated alone, and Alastor with them. The greed of man broke the seal: a gateway to the Overrealm. When the surface dwellers—their hearts consumed by avarice of treasures—breached the Nether's hallowed sanctum, a profound violence upheaved. A pyrrhic cost, the surface looters lay slain, yet the sanctuary of the Nether people lay shattered; their existence now thrown into the surface.
Alastor, youth upon his brow, trod the paths of this newfound realm, with eyes that gleamed with an otherworldly hunger. Whither shall his ravenous gaze lead?
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