Name: Xanthor Age: ~ 200 Sanctuarian years Gender: Male Height: 6'7" ~ 2 metres Weight: 145 lbs ~ 65,8 kg Eye Colour: A deep and dark blue Description: More a skeleton than a demon, Xanthor has little to no skin left. To make up for his loss of skin he has adorned himself with trinkets of all kinds. Since being only bone makes the body weaker, he has infused his bones with metal.
The spikes he has growing out of his back have grown to a full width of 4 feet ~ 1.22 metres. When he wants to express authority he spreads them, yet most of the time he keeps them at his back.
Associated Evil: Abuse of power, delusions of grandeur
Bio: Xanthor was born and raised during the fall of the Horadrim. Their powers had made them delusional, hungry for more. Through this he learned their ways of the arcane arts.
As their fellowship began to dissipate, his skin started to rot. With each passing day his prowd black leather crumbled into ash. With his bones naked and exposed, he started to decorate them. Trinkets he remembered from his Horadrim history were forged and gold ornaments were created.
--==Demonic Gifts==-- Weaponry: None
Armor: None
Powers:
Flight
Necromancy (Numerous Horadrim Magi were resurrected when they were entombed)
Elemental magic (Known by numerous Horadrim Magi) (fills 4 remaining points)
Name: Xanthor
Age: ~ 200 Sanctuarian years
Gender: Male
Height: 6'7" ~ 2 metres
Weight: 145 lbs ~ 65,8 kg
Eye Colour: A deep and dark blue
Description: More a skeleton than a demon, Xanthor has little to no skin left. To make up for his loss of skin he has adorned himself with trinkets of all kinds. Since being only bone makes the body weaker, he has infused his bones with metal.
The spikes he has growing out of his back have grown to a full width of 4 feet ~ 1.22 metres. When he wants to express authority he spreads them, yet most of the time he keeps them at his back.
Associated Evil: Abuse of power, delusions of grandeur
Bio: Xanthor was born and raised during the fall of the Horadrim. Their powers had made them delusional, hungry for more. Through this he learned their ways of the arcane arts.
As their fellowship began to dissipate, his skin started to rot. With each passing day his prowd black leather crumbled into ash. With his bones naked and exposed, he started to decorate them. Trinkets he remembered from his Horadrim history were forged and gold ornaments were created.
--==Demonic Gifts==--
Weaponry: None
Armor: None
Powers:
Flight
Necromancy (Numerous Horadrim Magi were resurrected when they were entombed)
Elemental magic (Known by numerous Horadrim Magi) (fills 4 remaining points)
Text Colour: This! I called it yesterday.
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