I, am named Warren, a name give to me to honor my ancestors. I am know as The Cursed because I am marred by shadow and those that cross me shall be doomed to oblivion or worse. My parents were both human and I am human. I stand at 6'4 with a muscular body. I have dark brown hair, grey eyes, pale skin, and a only wear clothes that are shades of grey, white and black. I intend to attain ultimate power to become the next Ruler of Kings. I see myself as one that follows both fighters and magic users. The world is broken and I will fix it.
A Sentimental Value: Short Sword
My first blade, It's value known only to me. My first kill was with this blade and if you look closely perhaps the rust has a bit if red to it. Just one more reminder of who I am and what I must become to save this world from itself.
We met in the town graveyard. At midnight. They were dressed in fine clothes. It was a cordial meeting as Warren was not alarmed by them watching him. He was excited and curious. I see Tevlen as someone useful to me who I grant great power to once I take control, if he stays loyal that is. Tevlen hopes the Warren really can acomplish his goals as great as they are.
BlackVeil Kingdom of Warren
The kingdom of Darkness. My champions, the shadow graced are feared throughout the land. My arcane powers rivaled by none I rule the world with intelligence and a firm hand. The undead my loyal disciples.
He was doomed. Cursed since birth. Delusions of grandre he had. His whole family had died and he had no one left. No one will remember him. He might have become infamous, powerful. But in the end there was nothing anyone could do he wasn't made fir this world so he died in it. Perhaps he wasn't a chosen after all?