Capsian Reneux
Caspian is a Necromancer who was raised around death and sees it as the truest final form of being. Born of simple origins, he is self taught and driven of a desire to bring ruin and to have others see the world through his eyes - Filled with death and the spirits of the damned.
Appearance
Caspian's features are clear cut, sharp and angular; high cheekbones and sharp jaw often cause shadows to cast upon his pallid skin, a mockery of the darkness within him. His tone is pale, almost that of the true dead, and is clear to any who have knowledge that his magic has had a high toll upon him. Golden eyes stare from darkened sockets, tendrils of darkness sunken into the skin crawling from them.
He has no hair, his shoulders broad yet the frame below is one of lithe nature. His mass is light, any who see his true flesh would find musculature visible yet strained, as though it was there by necessity of holding him standing. He often covers his form in simple black robes trimmed with gold to mirror his visage, a golden emblem styled to look as decayed webs hanging at his chest, a lacquered black stave often seen in his hand. He is never seen without a battered leather tome chained across his waist, locked by a golden skull.
He has no hair, his shoulders broad yet the frame below is one of lithe nature. His mass is light, any who see his true flesh would find musculature visible yet strained, as though it was there by necessity of holding him standing. He often covers his form in simple black robes trimmed with gold to mirror his visage, a golden emblem styled to look as decayed webs hanging at his chest, a lacquered black stave often seen in his hand. He is never seen without a battered leather tome chained across his waist, locked by a golden skull.
Skills and Abilities
Necromancy is by far and a way Caspian's most accomplished discipline, with control over the dead coming early to him. He is often seen communing with spirits and ghosts, though has so far found trouble in making more potent beings bend to his will.
Physically, he is well rounded. His stamina and survival skills are well honed through necessity of his earlier self-imposed exile into the wilds. While he would use it as a very last resort, he would be able to fend off a particularly persistent bandit for a short while with his stave.
Physically, he is well rounded. His stamina and survival skills are well honed through necessity of his earlier self-imposed exile into the wilds. While he would use it as a very last resort, he would be able to fend off a particularly persistent bandit for a short while with his stave.
Personality
Calculating and cold are the two words that come to mind when others describe Caspian. His constant companionship with death has brought on a melancholy in the quieter times, yet when spurred to action through his design or others, he approaches the situation with a dogged drive, refusing to back down from a challenge until all avenues are exhausted. He has a tendency to talk to himself out loud, airing the problems and solutions to the slack jaws of his risen dead.
Biography & Lore
Many children speak of unseen things, of imaginary friends or creatures under the bed. For Caspian, this was his reality. Born with the ability to see beyond the mortal coil and observe the spirits roaming the land with ancient tasks, of wraiths lingering at the edges of his vision, he was plagued from an early age. Only child to simple parents in a fishing village of the eastern banks of the Bystra, they were wholly incapable of handling such a disturbed child. His talk of dead things, of spirits and ghosts, caused them to become pariahs within their village, shunned for the gift he was born with.
Such exclusion affected Caspian deeply, withdrawing within himself as he was sieged by the spirits. That is, until one day he decided to talk back. Swiftly he learned that his sight came with the ability to converse, to discuss and direct. His first true friend was a spirit of a man, drowned in a flash flood a generation before his parents. As he grew older, dabbling and experimenting, he soon learned the depth of power that was available to him.
As he grew into adulthood, so too did his ability flourish. He skulked around the village at night, his first true raising of the dead being the very first spirit that he had befriended, into its own exhumed body from the small graveyard. The cost was immense, Caspian's tanned skin paling to that of the dead, his hair shedding and eyes growing darkened. His inexperience nearly cost him his life, yet he learned from it. It was this very first risen Undead that he used to destroy the village that had shunned him his entire life.
Returning to his family to speak on his deeds, they looked upon him with horror, calling him a monster. It was here that he truly understood that no one can see the world the way he can. Striking them down, the simple fishing village of his youth turned into a village of the damned. Dead roam, spirits cling to their roaming selves, and Caspian uses it to return to his seclusion from time to time. Now though, he had decided he would find another who saw the world as he did, or he would make the world as he saw it, and set off to the wilds.
Such exclusion affected Caspian deeply, withdrawing within himself as he was sieged by the spirits. That is, until one day he decided to talk back. Swiftly he learned that his sight came with the ability to converse, to discuss and direct. His first true friend was a spirit of a man, drowned in a flash flood a generation before his parents. As he grew older, dabbling and experimenting, he soon learned the depth of power that was available to him.
As he grew into adulthood, so too did his ability flourish. He skulked around the village at night, his first true raising of the dead being the very first spirit that he had befriended, into its own exhumed body from the small graveyard. The cost was immense, Caspian's tanned skin paling to that of the dead, his hair shedding and eyes growing darkened. His inexperience nearly cost him his life, yet he learned from it. It was this very first risen Undead that he used to destroy the village that had shunned him his entire life.
Returning to his family to speak on his deeds, they looked upon him with horror, calling him a monster. It was here that he truly understood that no one can see the world the way he can. Striking them down, the simple fishing village of his youth turned into a village of the damned. Dead roam, spirits cling to their roaming selves, and Caspian uses it to return to his seclusion from time to time. Now though, he had decided he would find another who saw the world as he did, or he would make the world as he saw it, and set off to the wilds.
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