Klor Bishop
Appearance
Klor Is a tall, pale man. His face under his mask is smooth and noble but grim and spiritless, even with his blue eyes he has a dark and penetrating gaze. His hair is shoulder length and again smooth. His body is lean and athletic without any trace of excess fat, on the verge of appearing emaciated but very much the opposite in actuality.
He dresses in black clothing, a leather banded fighting outfit with a black cloak and chains wrapped about him in various places. He wears a white ceramic mask of grim expression giving him an inhuman look and also generally keeps his hood up. All in all he has the appearance of the well groomed and cleaned up funeral corpse.
He dresses in black clothing, a leather banded fighting outfit with a black cloak and chains wrapped about him in various places. He wears a white ceramic mask of grim expression giving him an inhuman look and also generally keeps his hood up. All in all he has the appearance of the well groomed and cleaned up funeral corpse.
Skills, Traits and Weaknesses
Fighter: He is skilled in the use of swords, polearms, bows, and daggers.
Arcane Secrets: His talent for magic and casting complex and powerful spells is only surpassed by his immense knowledge of arcane topics and command of magical trivia and advanced fields of study.
While he is born with an aptitude for magic he is also well versed in arcane lore and the casting of spells using magical tools like a wizard.
Arcane Secrets: His talent for magic and casting complex and powerful spells is only surpassed by his immense knowledge of arcane topics and command of magical trivia and advanced fields of study.
While he is born with an aptitude for magic he is also well versed in arcane lore and the casting of spells using magical tools like a wizard.
Limit Breaker: For him magic is like a muscle that he is able to exercise, and his is very strong. Even when it seems his magic is exhausted, he is always able to generate more, though at a great cost.
Magic Battery: His unique ability with magic allows him to act as a veritable magical battery to fuel the spells of others besides his own, though at a great cost.
The Power of the Dead: His magic is predominantly focused on the art of animating corpses and wielding the powers of life and death, as well as the magics of shadow, negative and null energy that fuel the profane arts of undeath and death dealing magics.
Magic Battery: His unique ability with magic allows him to act as a veritable magical battery to fuel the spells of others besides his own, though at a great cost.
The Power of the Dead: His magic is predominantly focused on the art of animating corpses and wielding the powers of life and death, as well as the magics of shadow, negative and null energy that fuel the profane arts of undeath and death dealing magics.
The Great Cost: While he seems to have an inexhaustible well of magic, it will eventually run out if he goes too long without rest, but when that happens and he finds he does not have enough stored magic for a spell, he can still cast it, but the spell will take the power out of his flesh. He can continue to sacrifice his flesh and blood and ultimately be reduced to only a skeleton and still be able to be restored when he rests, however, if he goes beyond that and sacrifices his bones till nothing remains, he will not be able to regenerate.
While he is temporarily free of his flesh, he is also temporarily free from his physical infirmities, a small taste of his ultimate goal.
Hemophilia: While he is very durable and strong he heals slowly from natural wounds and tends to bleed a lot from small cuts and bruises easily. His constitution is weaker in general, and his physical frailty extends to his immune system. His physical ailments have ultimately led to his study of undeath and his desire to achieve lichdom to one day overcome his mortal needs.
While he is temporarily free of his flesh, he is also temporarily free from his physical infirmities, a small taste of his ultimate goal.
Hemophilia: While he is very durable and strong he heals slowly from natural wounds and tends to bleed a lot from small cuts and bruises easily. His constitution is weaker in general, and his physical frailty extends to his immune system. His physical ailments have ultimately led to his study of undeath and his desire to achieve lichdom to one day overcome his mortal needs.
Personality
Klor is a cold and intimidating man. This is done on purpose to keep other people at a distance, mostly for their sakes but he also really does have a hatred for people of any class or race, but if they can be of use to him or provide some sort of value that he can use, he won't hesitate to use them to his advantage. The only thing he respects are strength and power, but if he cannot find such people, he will settle for those who are silent.
He actually prefers companions that do not speak or contradict his orders, so he is fond of necromancy and similar summoning magic. He hates explaining himself, so he would prefer to remain silent and let things spin out of control so he can end a situation with a fight and be done with it. So much of his life is wrapped up in darkness and black magic, he doesn't think he needs the light, but who knows?
His views of the world are very clear cut and dry, everyone has a role in this play if life, and he knows he plays the part of the villain.
He actually prefers companions that do not speak or contradict his orders, so he is fond of necromancy and similar summoning magic. He hates explaining himself, so he would prefer to remain silent and let things spin out of control so he can end a situation with a fight and be done with it. So much of his life is wrapped up in darkness and black magic, he doesn't think he needs the light, but who knows?
His views of the world are very clear cut and dry, everyone has a role in this play if life, and he knows he plays the part of the villain.
Biography & Lore
Klor Bishop isn't his given name.
Once upon a time he was the son of an aristocratic family and an heir to a lucrative family business, betrothed to the daughter of another close aristocratic family who also happened to be the woman he loved.
His life wasn't fraught with an abundance of hardship save those things that plague the aristocracy and all mortal beings.
Magic flowed in the veins of his family and has been a sign of their power for generations. Learning your magical talent was a coming-of-age event and always a large affair.
When he was still young his magical talent became apparent to his family. It was learned that his magical affinity was for dark magics, which had detrimental effects on himself and those around him, so his magic was suppressed with charms and spells until he could learn to suppress it himself.
He went through his teen years and early twenties in this way, concealing the dark powers and attempting to live a normal life amongst his peers.
Attending university, he found intellectual stimulation was ideal to ease the stress of keeping his magic in check and so he threw himself into his studies, learning magic by book and tutor, spells that did not tap into the negative energies he channeled so naturally and thus allowing him to become a more public member of his family, able to stand beside them with a magical "talent" that didn't cast a dark shadow on the future of the family.
He continued to delve into magic and even began to research his own power and the darkness and absence that was the plane of negative energy. Through his studies he gained the confidence to begin to experiment and practice with his talent, gaining control of it and learning to master its uses.
Tragedy struck in the form of secrets that should have been left unlearned.
He learned that several nobles, in collaboration with the university and school magic tutors, were actively grooming their students into soldiers for a coup against the king of the land.
He was approached by their recruiters and informed that they had the backing of his father, and that if he supported them with his magic that he will be given special privileges in the new regime they established.
He knew the king wasn't a good man, and he was sympathetic to their cause, but he couldn't ignore the unethical methods they intended to employ, putting students on the front line.
During a break from school, he confided in his betrothed about the subject and asked her thoughts on the matter. She confessed that she had already done some work for the cause infiltrating the king's court, and she told him that the coup was happening that very evening. Shocked by this information and what she told him about the intentions of the organization, he tried to get her to come with him, to leave all of this behind and find a new place to live away from the strife...
She told him that if he felt that way that he should go alone, that she couldn't go with him, she had to see this through.
Saddened by her decision but still intent on his own choice, he left by horse in the night.
Confliction raged in his heart as he rode away from his home, the love for his bride-to-be and his desire to have nothing to do with the coup tore him apart, but eventually the love in his heart won against his better judgement and he turned his horse around towards the dark cloud of smoke that had risen over the castle.
He joined the fight late; the rebels had already broken through the gates and were putting all resistance to the sword, but he was searching for his betrothed who should have been very close to the king when the coup began.
He found the throne room splashed with blood, the bodies of rebels lay sprawled on the ground and his betrothed was nowhere among them, the king sat on his throne with several of the rebel nobles as they celebrated.
It was revealed to him then that this whole coup was a ruse of the king, an entertainment orchestrated by him and his nobles.
Enraged and suddenly infused with negative energy, he let his power burst forth, draining all life from the room in an undisciplined display of raw power.
The magic of the king and his guards were useless against the absence that consumed them.
The truth of the events that happened here would only further destroy the land he loved, so he crafted a plot, a plan to create a new narrative. The rebels truly believed in their cause, but they were just as evil as the king... Both sides had to be destroyed so that this city could finally rebuild.
Taking the kings black cloak and the grim mask of one of the rebels, he wrapped himself in shadow and began unleashing his power against everyone, kings' man and rebel alike. He was a reaper of the battlefield that nobody could overcome, and when both the kings' men and rebels finally stopped fighting each other to focus on him, he fled.
He went into the wilderness, finding his way amongst the wildlings and forest people till he reached a place where nobody knew his name, and from then on, he became Klor Bishop, deadly necromancer and opponent of life... A force of nature and necessary villain, so that all could fear something that was not a neighbor.
Later he learned that his betrothed had survived the battle and became a powerful priestess, guiding people to love and respect one another and fear and hate him.
He adopted the veil of a villain, so he would play the role until the day he is finally brought down.
He has since left his humanity behind, the dead have become his only companions. What had once been a ruse for him became a reality and he learned to despise all who lived, the living were noisy and disruptive of the silence that he came to enjoy.
Once upon a time he was the son of an aristocratic family and an heir to a lucrative family business, betrothed to the daughter of another close aristocratic family who also happened to be the woman he loved.
His life wasn't fraught with an abundance of hardship save those things that plague the aristocracy and all mortal beings.
Magic flowed in the veins of his family and has been a sign of their power for generations. Learning your magical talent was a coming-of-age event and always a large affair.
When he was still young his magical talent became apparent to his family. It was learned that his magical affinity was for dark magics, which had detrimental effects on himself and those around him, so his magic was suppressed with charms and spells until he could learn to suppress it himself.
He went through his teen years and early twenties in this way, concealing the dark powers and attempting to live a normal life amongst his peers.
Attending university, he found intellectual stimulation was ideal to ease the stress of keeping his magic in check and so he threw himself into his studies, learning magic by book and tutor, spells that did not tap into the negative energies he channeled so naturally and thus allowing him to become a more public member of his family, able to stand beside them with a magical "talent" that didn't cast a dark shadow on the future of the family.
He continued to delve into magic and even began to research his own power and the darkness and absence that was the plane of negative energy. Through his studies he gained the confidence to begin to experiment and practice with his talent, gaining control of it and learning to master its uses.
Tragedy struck in the form of secrets that should have been left unlearned.
He learned that several nobles, in collaboration with the university and school magic tutors, were actively grooming their students into soldiers for a coup against the king of the land.
He was approached by their recruiters and informed that they had the backing of his father, and that if he supported them with his magic that he will be given special privileges in the new regime they established.
He knew the king wasn't a good man, and he was sympathetic to their cause, but he couldn't ignore the unethical methods they intended to employ, putting students on the front line.
During a break from school, he confided in his betrothed about the subject and asked her thoughts on the matter. She confessed that she had already done some work for the cause infiltrating the king's court, and she told him that the coup was happening that very evening. Shocked by this information and what she told him about the intentions of the organization, he tried to get her to come with him, to leave all of this behind and find a new place to live away from the strife...
She told him that if he felt that way that he should go alone, that she couldn't go with him, she had to see this through.
Saddened by her decision but still intent on his own choice, he left by horse in the night.
Confliction raged in his heart as he rode away from his home, the love for his bride-to-be and his desire to have nothing to do with the coup tore him apart, but eventually the love in his heart won against his better judgement and he turned his horse around towards the dark cloud of smoke that had risen over the castle.
He joined the fight late; the rebels had already broken through the gates and were putting all resistance to the sword, but he was searching for his betrothed who should have been very close to the king when the coup began.
He found the throne room splashed with blood, the bodies of rebels lay sprawled on the ground and his betrothed was nowhere among them, the king sat on his throne with several of the rebel nobles as they celebrated.
It was revealed to him then that this whole coup was a ruse of the king, an entertainment orchestrated by him and his nobles.
Enraged and suddenly infused with negative energy, he let his power burst forth, draining all life from the room in an undisciplined display of raw power.
The magic of the king and his guards were useless against the absence that consumed them.
The truth of the events that happened here would only further destroy the land he loved, so he crafted a plot, a plan to create a new narrative. The rebels truly believed in their cause, but they were just as evil as the king... Both sides had to be destroyed so that this city could finally rebuild.
Taking the kings black cloak and the grim mask of one of the rebels, he wrapped himself in shadow and began unleashing his power against everyone, kings' man and rebel alike. He was a reaper of the battlefield that nobody could overcome, and when both the kings' men and rebels finally stopped fighting each other to focus on him, he fled.
He went into the wilderness, finding his way amongst the wildlings and forest people till he reached a place where nobody knew his name, and from then on, he became Klor Bishop, deadly necromancer and opponent of life... A force of nature and necessary villain, so that all could fear something that was not a neighbor.
Later he learned that his betrothed had survived the battle and became a powerful priestess, guiding people to love and respect one another and fear and hate him.
He adopted the veil of a villain, so he would play the role until the day he is finally brought down.
He has since left his humanity behind, the dead have become his only companions. What had once been a ruse for him became a reality and he learned to despise all who lived, the living were noisy and disruptive of the silence that he came to enjoy.
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