Klor Bishop

Biographical information

Birthplace Vel Anir Born Died Age 30 Home Seclusion Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Human Sub-Race Gender Male Height 6'6'' Mass 175lbs Hair color Black Eye color Blue Skin color Pale Caucasian

Political information

Affiliation(s) Independent Occupation Sorcerer, Necromancer Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Haloshooter Created on 03/26/2019 Avatar Skyrim SSE Modded OC

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.

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.

Klor Bishop isn't his given name. He was born to parents who did not care for him and left him on a doorstep to adoptive parents who hated him and focused on their own son, forcing him to slave away in their stead.
He decided that he would learn what he could with what little free time he had, stealing textbooks and learning material from his adoptive brother and then returning them before anyone could find out, he would practice what he learned with people he met when he went out on errands.
In this way he taught himself to read and write and found he loved books, so he began stealing books from around the house to read them in the privacy of his little closet-room and filled his head with knowledge and stories.

Ever since he could remember he held several personality quarks, one was a morbid fascination with corpses of dead things, the other was a love of poetry and books.

One day his adoptive family learned of his little thefts around the house and began beating him within an inch of his life and threatening to bring the guards down on him to be thrown in jail.
His head filled with heroic tales and great men who stood up for what was right, he arose against them in righteous anger and in that moment learned that he was blessed with inherit magical ability, an explosion of magical power which set the house ablaze, that was the straw that broke the camels back and they swore vengeance on him... A threat that was quickly followed up by the city guards who attempted to seize him but again he felt anger at the injustice that was his whole life that HE was about to pay for when it was THEY who had done wrong and done acts of evil against him.
So he made them pay for their evil, his adoptive family, and the city guards who payed no heed to his words of reason and explanation, were killed on the spot.

Killing them gave him a rush and he smiled at what he had done, but was quickly snapped out of it when innocent bystanders screamed and shouted angrily at him, calling for more guards.
He killed them too.
Stories of great witch hunts and tragic tales came to his mind and he knew that he must leave or die...
As the reinforcements began to arrive he fled through the city heading straight for the gate to the wilderness beyond, but news traveled faster than he did and he found the gates closed and guards waiting for him, without stopping he burned through the guards and the iron gate itself and charged out to freedom.

He left the city and went into the woods, of course he was ill prepared for the journey and he had nowhere to go, but he fell into the care of an old hag living alone in the woods.
She took him in and was kindly at first, but soon took to working him like a slave again, and when he tried to leave she cursed him with magic so he couldn't. So he spent his days working, watching, and waiting.
By watching and listening to the old woman work her spells, he learned new spells himself and even figured out how to craft new ones, but the first one he made was the counter to the curse he was under.
After burning down the witches home and defeating her in a magical duel, he went off on his own again. He had spent two years with the witch, a little older and a little wiser and was able to shape some sort of existence outside of civilization, only visiting towns or villages when necessary and using his magic to help him survive.

Over the course of his life he learned the ways of necromancy, and that was the art he clung to even now.