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Malchior the Zodiac Dragon Spirit




Severn
Legacy Name: Severn


The Graveyard Fester
Owner: sien

Age: 13 years, 7 months, 3 weeks

Born: September 6th, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 7 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: September 6th, 2010

Statistics


  • Level: 41
     
  • Strength: 103
     
  • Defense: 104
     
  • Speed: 101
     
  • Health: 104
     
  • HP: 104/104
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Name: Severn
Age: Undead at 28; Should be 552
Personality: Sarcastic, condescending, unbending
Habits: Doing as he wishes

Background:
Severn was not a gentleman in either life or death. He demanded things to go his way and only his way; he would trample rules, customs, and people without a thought if it meant achieving his goals.

At this point, you'd probably be thinking he had a rough childhood or a bad experience right? Wrong. Severn had lovely, well-off parents who doted on their only child. They gave him the finest education but also allowed him time to be a child, to grow on his own. Severn wasn't spoiled either; he had chores since he was young. But then he started to veer off from his responsibilities, starting off small before daring more and more. His parents were upset with him at first, even tried spanking it out of him, but learned to turn a blind eye as they loved their son too much to bring themselves to cast him out like everyone else.

On Severn's part, well, it chaffed him to see so many expectations every time he was in polite company. In his mind, it was the rudest thing about being polite. But at the age of 13, Severn was still a fine young boy; until, that is, when someone told him he would one day be a fine young man.

But he did not want to be a fine young man.

He wanted to be scoundrel. Someone who could do as he wished. So he did as he was known to do: he pursued it relentlessly.

By the age of 21, Severn had been accused of debauching numerous young maidens, lying and stealing from his peers, cheating, gambling, drinking, and outright murder. His name became synonymous with scoundrel just as he had wanted.

But in actuality, Severn had never murdered anyone (outright anyway), never stole from anyone (cheated, manipulated yes but never taken without their knowledge), and had only taken what was willingly but unwittingly given. He was fortunate in that he had a gift for manipulation. And as all things go, bad things always thrive with a pretty face and his was quite loved by the ladies.
He wasn't playboy material though; he viewed females the same way he viewed males most of the time--that is as a means to an end. Did he have companions? he did for a time. He had two loyal childhood friends that despaired for him.

At the age of 26, Severn was quite bored with life. Being a scoundrel was nice and all but it left little to do especially when everyone around him was more interested in making their fortune and settling down then humoring a blackguard. He tried going into business, but his reputation squashed any real chance he had of starting it. He tried becoming a mage but was rejected because every master, light or dark, thought he would be too powerful.
So he turned to bounty hunting. He was quite good at it and amassed a fortune along with some very powerful enemies but after a while he got tired of hearing his mother cry about all the threats and near death experiences.

So at the age of 28, he set off to the become a treasure hunter in the newly discovered world of Aria'hne.
His first discovery was a mangled curse. Basically, it killed him and revived him at the same time. Some do-gooder mage must have tried to destroy the original curse by reversing the effects. It left Severn in a dead but alive state. That is, his body was "dead" in that it would never grow and he would no longer heal if he was cut or bruised. But he no longer needed blood or air as none of his organs worked. He was "alive" in that he, well, he could still move, think, and speak.

For a while, Severn had merely experimented and researched to find what exactly were his limitations. Aside from that listed above, he found that he could eat small amounts and drink as much as he would like. The food would fuel the magic that fueled his life. But he still needed magic to keep his body from rotting.

Present:
For the last five hundred years or so, he's been back at bounty hunting with a focus on renegade mages while trying to find a way to fix his half-life existence. He's even teamed up with a dragon spirit called Malchior who he splits his magical bounty with for Malchior's magical immunity and knowledge.

Overlay by sien

Pet Treasure


Shadow Short Sword

Unadorned Core Sword

Dark Life Potion

Death Mage Amulet

Plas-Tek Winged Toothed Sickle Blade

Plas-Tek Winged Spine Morostide Kris

Plas-Tek Morostide Boney Poleaxe

Plas-Tek Giant Morostide Meat Cleaver

Endeavor Gauntlets

Pet Friends