Raven's Characters.

Character Name: Jy'ral Tr'hiem

Race: Demented Human

Age: 45

Weight: 350 lbs.

Height: 6'5"

Eye Color: Red

Hair Color: Crimson / Jet black

Appearance: Straight hair moving to the middle of his back. Even though he is bulky he is light
on his feet. Often in plate armor dyed black and gold for his 'royal' stature.

Weapons: Throwing knives, Great axe, Spiked gauntlets.

Abilities: Though he is far from immortal Jy'ral is very strong. this is due to a spell placed upon him by a spell-caster long before she had become his mistress. He also can not age physically, His body can still be killed by a blade, arrow or any other form of weapon. Natural means of death however, is not possible to eliminate this foe. Poisons are ineffective, as well as any form of illness. His soul suffers massively for these abilities and he is damned to the darkest reaches of hell, if someone can slay him. His strength is as strong as three demons at once letting him wield his great axe with a single hand.

Biography: One hundred twenty eight years ago Jy'ral had been pulled into serving along side his countrymen for the good of Eldaras. The kingdom was vast and there was mostly peace with a few minor uprisings here and there. Feeling obligated he joined the service, where he had gone through training for an extensive year. His first year after training was simple enough stop the skirmishes from around the outer-lying country. So his eighteenth year was that of valor but no fame, save for the gossip that traveled through his home city fifty leagues northwest from the Kariko Mountains.

In the nineteenth year of his life, the second year of his service came to an end and he was meant to have some leave from duty His company was summoned from the camp to answer the call of an impending threat. Fifty leagues northwest of the Kariko Mountains a group of rebels had taken refuge in the city Jy'ral once claimed as his home. Upon arrival with his companions and fellow soldiers he noticed that there was no change in the way the city was run, nor had he seen any new faces that he hadn't before. He then began to head towards the superior's tent to find out the reason they were here being the reports were wrong.

Upon having a argument with the leader of his force he was chained and beaten to a post for insubordination. During the end of his beating he was forced to watch as the force was moved down into the city and carry out their orders. Orders which Jy'ral refused to be apart of, the complete destruction of his home. For hours he watched helpless, beaten, and when not a single cry could be heard in the town, a sword in his chest. The wounds were fatal and his world had gone black around him, and with what he thought to be his last breath he cursed the ones responsible.

He felt heat around him his consciousness returning, hearing along with his other senses came back slowly until he was aware he wasn't alone. The only thing that had felt strange to him was his inability to move his body. Being told that his wounds were healing and he was safe he continued to curse the names of everyone that had played a part of his bitterness. Feeling came back to his body days later and he moved finding himself, perfect in a way that he hadn't been before. His eyes wandered to find the female voice in which had saved him. Finding to his surprise that the woman was stunning and that she had cast a spell on herself much similar to the one that saved his life.

She had explained that he was going to live to be over two hundred years old but the price, the spell caused massive amounts of damage to the soul. As the days continued to progress with her he found that she had been wronged as well by the nation. Finally when her story finished she explained that she had become a spell-caster to kill the one that slain her husband. Her tone was almost in ecstasy thinking about it. Jy'ral then explained that orders came from the counsel not the commanders and that is when their plot to solve this problem came into play. Kill the counsel, kill the nation.

Fifty years it had taken them to establish a location to amass the army they wanted and then another fifty years from then to help corrupt people of the once great nation to rise up and rebel. The war took only five years. Putting Jy'ral at the age of one hundred twenty four. By His side his mistress, the spell-caster that granted this to him.

[Character still in the works]