Nángoröth, Reaper of Souls.
Sept 10, 2014 8:13:04 GMT -5
Post by Ryarion on Sept 10, 2014 8:13:04 GMT -5
Full Name:
Nángoröth
Other name:
Reaper of Souls (He got the name because whenever he kills someone he steals their soul with dark magic and sorcery. Therefore, taking all of their magical power and putting it into himself.)
Race:
Shade though was an young elf before it.
Side:
Empire
Birthplace:
Nángoröth was born into the elves of Ília Fëon.
Age:
Before becoming a shade Nángoröth was only of 11 years of age. Though we he was transformed he had the body and face of a 30 year old.
Gender:
Male
Birthday:
Unknown.
Eyes:
Nángoröth had beautiful green eyes before becoming a shade but then had dark maroon eyes that looked as red as wine.
Hair:
Dark red hair though it was black before the transformation.
Weight:
Nángoröth is only of 150 pounds.
Height:
The shade is 6 feet and 8 inches tall.
Magic User:
Yes. He has immense prowess in the art of dark magic and sorcery.
Preferred Weapon(s):
A long black blade though sharp though prefers to use magic whenever possible.
Appearance:
Nángoröth is a very tall shade with maroon eyes that are as red as wine and dark red hair. His skin is ghostly white and he could sit in the sun for hours and it would stay that way. He was very thin though has immense strength and agility. He wears a dark black suit of armor but moves around in it like it has no weight. He doesn't wear a helmet as he wants his enemies to know who he is when he kills them and fear him so that his rumor of destruction spreads across the land. All of his old elven features are gone.
Personality:
Nángoröth is very cunning and overconfident. He barely thinks about emptying his pool of magic when he is throwing spells at the enemy. He is very intelligent and holds vast knowledge over the ancient language. The shade doesn't want to be Galbatorix's little pet all the time. Nángoröth thinks that since he can only be killed by being stabbed through the heart that he is invincible as he puts so many wards around that area.
--->Likes: Galbatorix, the empire.
--->Dislikes:Varden, their cause. Any of the riders even ones that serve the empire except for Galbatorix.
--->Strengths: Has immense strength and agility despite his size. And amazing prowess in dark magic and sorcery.
--->Weakness: Overconfident.
Family:
His family is unknown as their names were never recorded. When he became a shade he killed them all.
History:
When Nángoröth was growing up he had to much power as a child-elf. He didn't want to waste it and explored the art of Sorcery. Not knowing the consequences of such the spirits controlled his body when they went out of his control. He had tried to summon spirits that were even beyond his level of magic and they easily took over his body, making him a shade.
With no mercy for anyone around him now Nángoröth went to the house he lived in putting all of his family members to sleep with a single word of the ancient language. He spoke 2 of the words of death with adding another word in and everyone besides him in the house collapsed. Dead. He laughed with joy at the happiness that killing the innocent people gave him.
He set out to the forest and killed all of the elves in his way. Using energy shafts left and right to do so. When Nángoröth was transformed he had immense magic power because he was a elf of young age. Because of this, Nángoröth had the power of a shade and in this one of a kind rarity the power of a child elf still. He could have held himself against a powerful rider and killed him.
Nángoröth's memories were replaced with those of the forsworn defeating the riders and making them fall. The burning of cities around him and only dark magic. The spirit's inside of Nángoröth were telling him that he had the power to wipe out of the riders alone though he wasn't even close. It drove his over-confidence and he started to think he could wipe out entire armies. Which he could easily do if they didn't have wards around them.
Nángoröth started hearing the voice of a man in his head, it was Galbatorix. Galbatorix, being so powerful as he is sensed Nángoröth's creation and wanted him for the army to lead troops. Though, Nángoröth denied the leading troops he said he would help Galbatorix defeat the varden and bring darkness across the land. This meant that he wanted to go alone. Though he would allow the mighty rider to tell him where to go and what to do as if he didn't Galbatorix could easily kill him.
With joy Nángoröth started to Uru'baen obviously pleased with his skill. He teleported all the way there. Though when finally getting there his magic had to recharge and he feinted. It had taken most of his magic to do so. Galbatorix treated him to food and water though the shade gratefully declined. As a shade he didn't have an appetite for food or water only for blood and flesh.
Nángoröth
Other name:
Reaper of Souls (He got the name because whenever he kills someone he steals their soul with dark magic and sorcery. Therefore, taking all of their magical power and putting it into himself.)
Race:
Shade though was an young elf before it.
Side:
Empire
Birthplace:
Nángoröth was born into the elves of Ília Fëon.
Age:
Before becoming a shade Nángoröth was only of 11 years of age. Though we he was transformed he had the body and face of a 30 year old.
Gender:
Male
Birthday:
Unknown.
Eyes:
Nángoröth had beautiful green eyes before becoming a shade but then had dark maroon eyes that looked as red as wine.
Hair:
Dark red hair though it was black before the transformation.
Weight:
Nángoröth is only of 150 pounds.
Height:
The shade is 6 feet and 8 inches tall.
Magic User:
Yes. He has immense prowess in the art of dark magic and sorcery.
Preferred Weapon(s):
A long black blade though sharp though prefers to use magic whenever possible.
Appearance:
Nángoröth is a very tall shade with maroon eyes that are as red as wine and dark red hair. His skin is ghostly white and he could sit in the sun for hours and it would stay that way. He was very thin though has immense strength and agility. He wears a dark black suit of armor but moves around in it like it has no weight. He doesn't wear a helmet as he wants his enemies to know who he is when he kills them and fear him so that his rumor of destruction spreads across the land. All of his old elven features are gone.
Personality:
Nángoröth is very cunning and overconfident. He barely thinks about emptying his pool of magic when he is throwing spells at the enemy. He is very intelligent and holds vast knowledge over the ancient language. The shade doesn't want to be Galbatorix's little pet all the time. Nángoröth thinks that since he can only be killed by being stabbed through the heart that he is invincible as he puts so many wards around that area.
--->Likes: Galbatorix, the empire.
--->Dislikes:Varden, their cause. Any of the riders even ones that serve the empire except for Galbatorix.
--->Strengths: Has immense strength and agility despite his size. And amazing prowess in dark magic and sorcery.
--->Weakness: Overconfident.
Family:
His family is unknown as their names were never recorded. When he became a shade he killed them all.
History:
When Nángoröth was growing up he had to much power as a child-elf. He didn't want to waste it and explored the art of Sorcery. Not knowing the consequences of such the spirits controlled his body when they went out of his control. He had tried to summon spirits that were even beyond his level of magic and they easily took over his body, making him a shade.
With no mercy for anyone around him now Nángoröth went to the house he lived in putting all of his family members to sleep with a single word of the ancient language. He spoke 2 of the words of death with adding another word in and everyone besides him in the house collapsed. Dead. He laughed with joy at the happiness that killing the innocent people gave him.
He set out to the forest and killed all of the elves in his way. Using energy shafts left and right to do so. When Nángoröth was transformed he had immense magic power because he was a elf of young age. Because of this, Nángoröth had the power of a shade and in this one of a kind rarity the power of a child elf still. He could have held himself against a powerful rider and killed him.
Nángoröth's memories were replaced with those of the forsworn defeating the riders and making them fall. The burning of cities around him and only dark magic. The spirit's inside of Nángoröth were telling him that he had the power to wipe out of the riders alone though he wasn't even close. It drove his over-confidence and he started to think he could wipe out entire armies. Which he could easily do if they didn't have wards around them.
Nángoröth started hearing the voice of a man in his head, it was Galbatorix. Galbatorix, being so powerful as he is sensed Nángoröth's creation and wanted him for the army to lead troops. Though, Nángoröth denied the leading troops he said he would help Galbatorix defeat the varden and bring darkness across the land. This meant that he wanted to go alone. Though he would allow the mighty rider to tell him where to go and what to do as if he didn't Galbatorix could easily kill him.
With joy Nángoröth started to Uru'baen obviously pleased with his skill. He teleported all the way there. Though when finally getting there his magic had to recharge and he feinted. It had taken most of his magic to do so. Galbatorix treated him to food and water though the shade gratefully declined. As a shade he didn't have an appetite for food or water only for blood and flesh.
