Name: Emer Crichnen, once. Now it's Fuath
Faction: The Undying Flame
Race: Artruvian
Appearance: Scarred mildly all over from weapons of all description. Currently wields a large, heavy blade, but not particularly attached to it. Any heavy melee weapon can be adjusted to. Particularly large-framed, dressed in
armor reminiscent of a knight from the Elder Days. It's probably enchanted if he's survived this long with it, but there's no-one talking about it. There are none living that have seen his face in decades.
Personality: Not as paranoid as one might think; there isn't much worse that can still happen to him. Some of the curses (mainly from the magi that think long-term) puzzle him, being at least directly beneficial. All of them take their toll, however. He is not a man given heavily to introspection, and probably doesn't fully understand his own motives.
Mostly, he acts out of a desperate need to check his growing curses. For the desperation, the fear, the hatred and strain born of them are beginning to create a core that the curses might feed from, and eventually consume him. Occasionally unbalanced from constant mental activity; he suffers from severe insomnia among other things.
Known History:He'd been places, done things. Much of his work has been mercenary in nature. Since the opening of the Gate, there had been much call for killers to murder the dead. And if there was one thing Fuath was good at, it was killing.
Unfortunately, this world was not poor in spellcasters. Upon the death of a magus, that mage will often expend their life to enforce a curse upon their killer. Fuath has killed many magi, and the curses keep piling up. Rather than simply piling restrictions upon him, they've begun to merge and corrupt his very being.
The warrior has joined with the Undying Flame in hopes that a large enough flame can keep his darkness at bay, metaphorically speaking. It's not a likely solution, but a move born of desperation. He has no desire to become one of those mindless beings he's killed so many of...
Other: Part of one of the curses was longevity, so he's outlived most of his friends and family. In that time, he's had opportunity to pick up the use of damn near any low-tech or simple personal equipment you could name.
Travels light, as he doesn't eat, drink nor sleep much anymore.
