Tharoth

[Tharoth]

Race: Human Age: 54 (Winter 23, 457AV) Height: 6'3 Weight: 194lbs Tharoth is a skeletal looking man thats very appearance chills people to the bone. Standing over 6 feet and weighting over 194lbs, his exterior is very deceiving. Tharoth's face is quite frightening, supporting dirty, unwashed skin and a long ropey beard that is adored with small skulls and bones, this shows off tints of green due to his unhygienic and filthy habits, with his rotting teeth and unnervingly yellow eyes that seem to stare with malicious intent, many people avoid him and are intimidated by him on all forms of interaction. Although Tharoth looks like a frail, disgusting old man, he does infact have muscle under his clothing, with he uses to great effect whenever the need arises. He also carries an old scythe with him at all times, which he uses as a walking stick to deceive those around him, he can use this weapon with lethal effect however. Wearing a dirty leather robe that is tattered and worn, Tharoth is covered from head to toe, all that is seen is his terrifying face, dirt-covered beard and his skeletal, long nailed hands. Although under his unclean attire, he wears, equally dirty trousers, shirt and leather boots that are visibly worn beyond comprehension. Tharoth's mindset is truly disturbing, he constantly thinks about murder and killing and most of all death, out of all the thing he wants, causing death, misery and hate are high up on his agenda. Tharoth is also fascinated by the undead, and considers it, the next step in evolution. He believes life is an obscenity, albeit a temporary one, and that death offers only nothingness. Undeath, then, is the only worthwhile goal. Although Tharoth is very goal orientated and will go to any lengths to make sure his desires, achievements and lusts satisfied, Tharoth does have a deep hatred for all things, this can cause him to engage in confrontation, when other courses of progression as better advised. However, he hides this hate well and has no problem with deception and acting friendly, before taking of the mask and showing his true feelings. Tharoth also has the mentality of waiting for a potential prey to be at its weakest before striking, days and seasons can be endured if it means his goals will be realised. To Tharoth, There is a fine line between the dead and the undead. Tharoth was born in the city of Alvadas, a city of tricks and illusions, where nothing seemed to be what it was. Just managing to survive birth after several complications and the loss of his mother, Tharoth would eventually be raised by his father, Terll. Terll and his late wife owned a small undertaking business that made its coin out of the death and sorrows of others. Being mostly always on the very edge of the city, it always seemed to be close to the Crematorium that would burn and smoulder the deceased. During the day it remained inactive and had the occasional stranger walking by, remembering their loved ones last moment physically, by night however, flames raged inside and ash tried to burst out through the door and fill the streets, it looked hellish and Alvadas made sure that the illusions and trickery that it was famed for, played havoc here. Growing up as a child was very tough for Tharoth and what was one of the main factors of his inevitable twisted out come that is so full of hatred. Being a sickly child and whose abusive father was struggling to make ends meet with his business, Tharoth was ridiculed, bullied and beaten by other children his own age, his cruel father and the other people of Alvadas. Over the years, an immense hatred for everyone and everything arose and the thoughts of killing and torturing those who treated him so badly, manifested and twisted his thoughts and mind. Seeking a release after the beatings from his father, Tharoth started to prey on small animals that had the misfortune to stumble across his path, taking delight and venting his hatred in torturing and eventually killing them. Tharoth mind began to fester with hints of dangerous insanity due to the isolation and blood-letting of life. With him growing older, his ignorant, abusive father Terll, began to forcibly teach him the ways of embalming, undertaking and the art of cremation, the skills that kept his fathers existence afloat, this is when Tharoth's psychotic curiosity began to take a hold. As time went on and as Tharoth's mental state was beyond repair, he started to enjoy the deceased burning in the crematorium as he accompanied his father and would secretly rub the ash over himself in secret. Tharoth soon turned to stalking the streets at night, looking for the nocturnal creatures that came out during this time, he even went to the length of killing a few homeless children, to fuel his cravings of taking life, being still a teenager himself, people excluded him out of the suspects, believing someone as young as he was couldn't commit such a crime. At the age of 19 and after a few months of the odd killings here and there and of hearing about a city where the undead roamed, he decided to leave Alvadas for Sahova, in search for his life's obsession and fascination... The ways of death and undeath. It took almost a full year for Tharoth to reach Sahova, miles upon miles of trudging through dirt and mud, occasionally hitching a ride on the back of a cart with a trade caravan, and eventually paying his way onto a merchant boat to cross the small expanse of water that separated Sahova to the mainland. All throughout the whole voyage, he didn't resist in his pleasures of killing anything he could get his filthy hands on, the closer he got to his destination the more violent and bloody the killing. His obsession with death and his deep hatred for all things was the crucial factor that allowed him to endure such a lengthy and tiring journey, it wasn't without dangers however, bandits and raiders continually harassed him and his acquaintances down the long road. As Sahova came into better view, Tharoth noticed the long singular route that looked more like a dirt path, that stretched for several miles and ended as it hit the Citadel. Walking his weary legs up towards the vast fortress that was supported on both sides by the volcano's steep walls, Tharoth entered. The fatigue that was dominant in his limbs disappeared as a renewed sense of optimism exploded from him. Asking one of the golems that was common in Sahova for directions of where the Great Library was, Tharoth enthusiastically and driven, scuttled in the given direction. Upon reaching the vast library, he noticed the most extensive book collections he had ever seen. Seeing a catalog golem, Tharoth asked for books on everything to do with death and that was written on the common tongue, after a wait, the golem returned with several books that were in pristine condition, something that was common in this library. He soon picked out a black book that caught his eye, named "Uldr, The Screaming Tear". After an extensive read, that seemed to last for so many bells, Tharoth now knew his purpose in life, to serve Uldr, God of the Undead, it all made sense to him now, life is an obscenity, albeit a temporary one, and that Death offers only nothingness. Undeath, then, is the only worthwhile goal. Tharoth's goal was now needing to seek Uldr's favour. Tharoth's life now had purpose and after it comes to an end, it wouldn't be over. The returning journey back home to Alvadas had been much the same as the journey to Sahova, however Tharoth was strangely accompanied by a young man with a sad, sullen expression and tears of blood that flowed down his black eyes, he was dressed formally and rather elegantly, a feeling of overwhelming loneliness emanated also from the young mans person. Although this boy would have been potential prey for Tharoth's insatiable desire to murder, a cold aura and a strange feeling continuously repulsed him from the thought. This young man was especially eerie as he always appeared when Tharoth was in the process of killing of something, always keeping a distance, remaining half hidden behind a tree or some other object, Tharoth always spotted him out of the corner of his eye and instead of the sad expression, a evil looking smirk prevailed over his face. This young boy sometimes appeared out of the blue and other times he disappeared, however he did sometimes ask questions, he sounded kind and soft-spoken, if excessively formal and spoke about things that no one that age should have knowledge about, Death, Hatred among other things. It was night by the time Tharoth arrived at Alvadas, the air was very cold, almost like death itself wrapping one in its freezing embrace. He was home, now he knew what he must do, to hopefully gain Uldr's favour. After four bells of trying to find his old home, he finally stumbled upon it, he saw that it had stayed the exact way that he had left it, but on the side of it was a small charnelhouse, presumable to dispose of bodies by burning. Entering his home, he saw is father just finishing up his days work. "Son!" his father said with unbelief. Without saying a word, Tharoth walked over to his fathers old scythe that was propped up by a stand in the corner. Grabbing the scythe in his hands, a smirk arose from Tharoth's features. Suddenly Tharoth turned to his father and began to carve at him in a flurry of strikes, blood sprayed all over the cottage interior and all over Tharoth. The hatred that he truly felt was displayed and with a strong firm swing, a thump resounded as his fathers head fell from his shoulders and crashed to the floor. Picking up his fathers head, Tharoth lifted it above his own and showered under his recent kill. "Uldr!!!! God of Undeath!! I pledge my self to your cause!!!" As Tharoth basked in his state of declaration, a familiar young face appeared outside a window and peered in. With black eyes, tears of blood and sullen, sad features that was contrasted with a evil smirk, a whisper passed the strangers lips, "Good..". Tharoth seeks now to spread Uldr's influence by any means necessary. Skill Start Trained Total Rank Threads Scythe 25 0 25 Novice Embalming 15 0 15 Novice Undertaking 10 0 10 Novice Intimidation 5 0 5 Novice Spiritism 5 0 5 Novice Thanatology 5 0 5 Novice Declaration to a God, Knowledge of the Screaming Tear Item Description The Reaper (Heirloom) Tharoth murdered his father with his scythe, very sturdy and durable for battle, this weapon cuts down all that oppose the wielder. Thick Leather Robe This robe covers all of Tharoth, mainly used as a deceptive disguise, this ragged, tattered clothing can also provide some protection. Leather Boots These Boots are worn and in tatters, it emphasises, Tharoth's behaviour and habits. Filthy Trousers These filthy trousers, host countless days filth from everyday life. Filthy Shirt This piece attire, like the rest is dirty and ripped. Waterskin Holds water. Flint and Steel Necessary for making a fire. Side-bag Holds all ones desirables. Leather Belt To hold up the trousers. Food for a week Food. Eating Knife A blade used to cut up food. Ledger Item Gain/Loss Season Total Starting Funds +100gm - 100gm Starting Goods -20gm - 80gm