Steve, Will's son
Appearance
Steve is a tall and lanky fellow with skin as white as snow, and hair black as coal. He often wears a black robe and cloak in the design of the college of Elbion. He carries a staff adorned with a skull, within the skull is a large red jewel
Skills and Abilities
-He is well trained in the theories of magic.
For many years he studied at the college of Elbion studying magic specializing in conjuration with a minor in enchanting. To make up for the difficulties he faced using magic he through himself into study learning knowledge beyond the normal for the theories on magic.
-Steve was born with a skill for magicThough Steve's pool of mana was not anything special, he had an unusual talent recovering magic as well as for casting long ritualistic spells which allowed him time to recover magic through the long processes. Though such traits were rare they were not unique. In a test run to test his natural aptitude for magic it was discovered that he was able to absorb magic with near perfect efficiency, unfortunately while at the college he never was able to replicate such a feat when expending mana in any of the fields they taught.
-He has discovered a skill for necromancySteve discovered that the reason he had been so poor with magic was because his real talent lied in the forbidden art of necromancy. He was forced to choose between staying at the college, or learning the magical art he was born to use. His decision the later was inevitable. Before leaving however he learned all he could about the dark arts. He has done his best to avoid the darker callings, so far publicly he has keep to mainly using his necromantic arts to raise undead creatures with their own souls(if irreparably damaged). He has, more recently, been also exploring the creation of unliving monsters as well.
Personality
kind, light hearted, fun loving, and lazy
He is well aware that life sucks, and has dedicated his life to making other peoples lives suck a little bit less because of it. (No matter what it may cost)
He is well aware that life sucks, and has dedicated his life to making other peoples lives suck a little bit less because of it. (No matter what it may cost)
Biography & Lore
TL;DR: Was a farmer dreamed of better things went to school. Discovered he was skilled at necromancy(the school won't like that) Dreams of better things goes out into the woods.
Steve was Will's son. Will was a farmer. WIll’s farm was not a large one but still a good one and both father and son liked it. Though they were not wealthy in coin their farm was abundant in potatoes. They even had a few animals. Steve grew up there helping his dad. When he was around 16 his talent for magic surfaced. Will sent Steve off to go to the college in Elbion with a chicken as his familiar. Steve studied hard to progress as a mage. He unfortunately showed little talent for it. He showed the most talent for conjuration so he ended up majoring in it. With his lackluster skills though he never progressed that far, and so he stayed for 6 years trying to move forward. One day his chicken familiar died, and not yet accepting it he attempted to make his friend move once more. He knew that if he was truely dead he couldn’t revive it but maybe it was still alive maybe it would move and as he cried out for it to move, it did. But to his horror the flesh of his beloved pet melted away and what was left was a puppet of bone. It was the easiest spell he had ever cast, the energies had flown through him with no resistance, it hadn't felt like he was trying to drag it out, he pointed and it happened. He knew that if it was that easy to cast a spell from this forbidden realm of magic, than this is the magic he was gifted in, he cursed his luck. He knew that if he wished to progress in magic he’d need to learn about necromancy. Every chance he got he spent in the library finding what little snippets he could. He knew he couldn’t stay at the college so, when he’d learned all he could, he set off.
The only real mark on the world he has left are the farms for the unfortunate he has left behind. The farms grow the potatoes he uses for his magic, but the main purpose of the farms are for people and animals that are injured and/or down on their luck.
He has recently agreed to become a founding member of a undead nation that will be called Eternum. As one party marched to find a place to set up the new nation, he went the other direction to bring more undead to where the nation would be set up later. He ended up recruiting some flying horses, and other beasts of the forest near the spine. While doing this he stumbled upon the after works of the battle of Belgrath, and after making a deal with a purple elf was supplied with an abundance of fresh bodies for the army.
After some small adventures while waiting to hear from Eternium, he decided to finally fly to where they were to check up on them. Immediately after arriving however the group was swallowed by a mysterious red mist.
Steve was Will's son. Will was a farmer. WIll’s farm was not a large one but still a good one and both father and son liked it. Though they were not wealthy in coin their farm was abundant in potatoes. They even had a few animals. Steve grew up there helping his dad. When he was around 16 his talent for magic surfaced. Will sent Steve off to go to the college in Elbion with a chicken as his familiar. Steve studied hard to progress as a mage. He unfortunately showed little talent for it. He showed the most talent for conjuration so he ended up majoring in it. With his lackluster skills though he never progressed that far, and so he stayed for 6 years trying to move forward. One day his chicken familiar died, and not yet accepting it he attempted to make his friend move once more. He knew that if he was truely dead he couldn’t revive it but maybe it was still alive maybe it would move and as he cried out for it to move, it did. But to his horror the flesh of his beloved pet melted away and what was left was a puppet of bone. It was the easiest spell he had ever cast, the energies had flown through him with no resistance, it hadn't felt like he was trying to drag it out, he pointed and it happened. He knew that if it was that easy to cast a spell from this forbidden realm of magic, than this is the magic he was gifted in, he cursed his luck. He knew that if he wished to progress in magic he’d need to learn about necromancy. Every chance he got he spent in the library finding what little snippets he could. He knew he couldn’t stay at the college so, when he’d learned all he could, he set off.
The only real mark on the world he has left are the farms for the unfortunate he has left behind. The farms grow the potatoes he uses for his magic, but the main purpose of the farms are for people and animals that are injured and/or down on their luck.
He has recently agreed to become a founding member of a undead nation that will be called Eternum. As one party marched to find a place to set up the new nation, he went the other direction to bring more undead to where the nation would be set up later. He ended up recruiting some flying horses, and other beasts of the forest near the spine. While doing this he stumbled upon the after works of the battle of Belgrath, and after making a deal with a purple elf was supplied with an abundance of fresh bodies for the army.
After some small adventures while waiting to hear from Eternium, he decided to finally fly to where they were to check up on them. Immediately after arriving however the group was swallowed by a mysterious red mist.