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Oor

Biographical information
Unknown Unknown, but at least 20,000 years Witherhold
Physical description
Wraith Male 6'3" 120lbs None None Pale grey
Political information
Broker and owner of the Volker family
Out-of-character information
Moulder Forever Burning Heart by Apterus; Dragon by Nora Potwora


Summary| What was once a man has become a monster, a hollow shell determined to weak its suffering on others. A man angry at death, angry at life, and clutching at anything that reminds him of the latter.


Appearance


Oor is a wraith, meaning that his physical appearance is one of a dessicated corpse. His limbs are twiglike, his skin leathery and stretched over his bones. Wraiths are what occurs when an undead soul is pinned to a body other than the one the soul was born in. The resulting energies dry out the body, and make it into a construction of shadow. His chest is lit within by a dull, pulsating red light. Wisps of hair still cling to his skull, and he favors light linen robes to protect his delicate body. Several pitted scars dot his ribcage, shoulders, and spine, the result of efforts made by the Volker family to kill him and free themselves.

Skills and Abilities

Black Shadow: Oor can melt into and move through shadow. When departed from a natural shadow he appears as a thick cloud of black smoke. By bull-rushing an opponent in this form, he can cause raw physical damage akin to acid.

Friends in Low Places: By making connections in slave and sex-trafficking rings, Oor has built up quite the little black book of contacts. He has eyes and ears throughout Arethil, and isn't afraid to grease palms to get what he wants. His best friend, or at least something close to it, is Persian De Soto. Persian is one of the highest regarded slavers in Arethil, and has collaborated with Oor numerous times on breedings for the Volker family.

I Hold the Leash: Oor holds controlling power in a complex spell known as the Well of Souls. This Well allows him to form a warlock bond with Rheinhard Volker, and locate him anywhere within Arethil. He can also command Volker, with or against his will, lock away or release remnant souls into the Well, and transfer the entire spell from one body to another.

Gaslit: Oor can send memories, real or false, harvested from Rheinhard in the form of dreams.

Personality


Oor is selfish, cruel, and cold. He believes in the manipulation and use of others to his own ends, and only holds respect for people he deems as clever as himself. Everyone else is effectively subhuman. So far, Nestor Volker is the only one who has matched his obscene ego...and it is believed by the other Volkers that he was retired because of this. Oor is a product of his environment; he was arrogant even when he lived.

On a more positive note, Oor has shown a willingness to help orphanages throughout Arethil. He donates heavily to orphanages in Alliria, Fal'Addas, Vel'Anir, and Volta. It is hard to know whether he does this to assuage the guilt of human trafficking...or because he truly feels empathy for the boys and girls therein. While his methods are rather inscrutable, children seem to be a weak point for him.

Biography & Lore


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In life, Oor was the dragon Oolon of the White Blossom Dahn. His family grew teas in the harsh wasteland of Amol-Kalit, and were some of the finest procurers of the popular beverage throughout Arethil. White teas were their speciality, as well as a specific type of tea mixed with yeast and left to ferment. The vinegary, bubbly drink remains incredibly popular among dragons, even as the White Blossom Dahn passes into obscurity.

Oolon was incredibly proud of the industry forged by his family, but his greed was infamous. He wanted more than mere tea; he wanted to forge empires around economic influence. The White Blossom Dahn disagreed with their youngest son, happy to be finicky artisans instead of industrialists. Oolon seized the fields by force, and murdered his father and mother to become head of the Dahn.

The White Blossom Dahn extended their reach. Oolon made deals with families across Arethil to corner the market. His aggression towards other tea producers was legendary; Oolon was not above showing up and burning entire companies to the ground.

Oolon was spreading blood, fire and fear throughout Arethil. Mercenary companies bent to his will and began burning farms of regents who didn't listen to the ground. Children were captured and sold. Oolon's demands for tribute became louder and louder. His oldest sister Chailin had enough of her brother's influences. She poisoned him as he slept, and cast his body out onto the sands.

When the Silent Court arrived to collect the dragon's soul, they determined it well enough to be bound to another body. The soul was effectively pinned to the corpse of a human man, and became a wraith. Oolon became the newly-christened wraith Oor. Furious with his circumstances, he vowed to return to the glory he could feel in his bones. While he remembered nothing of his dahn or his death, he remembered being rich, powerful and feared. That day would come again.

Oor kidnapped a young human child, and began constructing a spell. This spell would contain all the memories of that particular child as it grew. It would record them, every practice session and sparring lesson, to become the ultimate assassin. This would not happen immediately, but as the human line was carefully bred. Oor dedicated thousands of years to breeding the perfect assassins, and gained quite a significant amount of gold from it. Notoriety rose as the list of kills grew longer, and enabled Oor to dip his fingers into slave trading, arena competition, and mercenary work.

However a young sand elf is trying to destroy all of this hard work...

The Volkers


"Honestly, he left me alone until a town needed a well poisoned or someone needed to die in their sleep. It left me plenty of time for more important work." - Nestor Volker, Master Poisoner

"I don't know why he chose this family. I just know I never wanted any part of it." - Lansom Volker, Student of the Tiger Claws

"A pious man, but not a righteous man. People conflate the two." - Atacama Volker, Bellicose of the Wild Hunt

"A fucking right bastard keeping us all chained in here like this. Wasn't a lifetime of service enough? Why am I bound to an internity of babysitting too?" - Jess aka Jason Volker, the Bombadier

"It's not right to breed people like dogs and just....sift out the ones who don't want to slit throats..." - Gere Volker, the Relentless

"You did what the man wanted or you were punished. How do you punish people who have nothing? Take away everything else. Sunlight, water, air. There's always something." - Ferenzi Volker, the White Cat

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