•]••´º´•»☠︎︎«•´º´••[• There is power in The Blight... For those with the fortitude to wield it. •]••´º´•»--«•´º´••[• T O X I C A S C E N S I O N •]••´º´•»--«•´º´••[• Character Information Full Name: Simon Zelotus, "The Blighted One's Paragon", "Pestilence" Race: Ailor Age: 45 (died at 26) Gender: Male Occult: Lich Corpsefolk Undead Core Concept "Zealotry... an undying blight upon the soul." Simon is a crude and vile walking corpse of toxic blood and rot, with an obsessive desire for pain, injury, and decay in any form. Formaly blood-bending Void worshiper and arcane trickster, he bended his talents towards the powers of the Ordial. A zealous worshipper of Malefica, he now seeks only the destruction and decay of the living, and destruction of his body in any way, shape, or form. Appearance Information Simon is best described wearing rags, the most covering part of his wardrobe being the hood the obscures the upper part of his face, his (formally fanged and vampiric) rotted teeth being the only visible part of his visage. Their body is a mess of scars, veins, emaciated skin, and poison filled rot. Like most corpsefolk, they are but a shambling dead body physically, leaving the rest of them equally as decayed and withered by age and blade alike. Thanks to his powerful magic and undying madness, his flesh always seems to regenerate back to the state it was when he first obtained his newfound Ordial abilities, leaving a more or less fresh canvas for now wounds and scars. Only for them to mend soon after. A spike metal bracelet is present on his right hand, where it serves as a casting conduit for his abilities. Spoiler: A horror's visage... (character reference) Proficiencies Strength: 2 Bruiser Agony Bruiser Flurry Constitution: 1 Rage Counter Wisdom: 4 Enchant Bolts Enchant Strategy Chem Endure Chem Cleanse Dexterity: 1 Cutthroat Evasion Magic: 2 Sinistral Sever Sinistral Implode Charisma: 0 Faith: 5 Hex Defense Hex Plot Hex Sapper Hex Choice Hex Parasite •]••´º´•»☠︎︎«•´º´••[•Languages Common Death Speech Life Story / Plot Hooks - Simon was raised as a strict follower of Unionism, shielded from the influences of magic and cults. However, it didn't take long for the young boy to stray off the beaten path, their curiosity getting the better of him. - As an older teen, Simon became infected with Vampirism, and joined a Void Cult that worshipped the Colossus of Sanguine. However, he would not fully understand such worship, despite his affliction. The obsession with vampiric might and the blood they fed on. But soon, he would. - Despite his best attempts, the local constabulary and a small group of knights that wandered nearby eventually caught him and a majority of his cult. Imprisoning them in rooms of stone. In attempt to make the vampiric rogue that was Simon to talk, they resorted to physical torture for interrogation. But upon the first lash of the flail, the first fracturing blow to his jaw, something snapped within Simon. Crimson filled his vision as pain flowed through him. But he did not shy away from it. The gushing red embraced him as he embraced back. He found power within the blood, at last. And rising above his captors in rapturous madness, he struck them down. Each of their blows only making man more powerful as he reveled in the cruel sensations, wielding blood magic like daggers into the torsos of his tormentors. - After his escape from captivity, carrying with him the weapon of torture used upon him, he would wonder from city to city, street to street, craving for any sinner or vile man, creature, or force to strike at his flesh. But as with all good things, it had to come to an end. - Years of striking his flesh tearing and ripping left him emaciated. His wounds festering and diseased, his skin pale with no blood left to give. Simply put, he bleed himself dry. And the land of the dead knew as such. Simon had attempted to use his blood magic expertise to continue to prolong his life, but it could only sustain him for so long. Even with vampiric feedings, he kept bleeding himself dry. And so death arrive to deliver numbing end to his madness. - One night, whether vision or reality, a spirit of decay and death greeted him. It's ghastly grasp moments away from taking his soul to the Beyond, where it rightfully belonged. - But Simon refused. He refused to allow Death to take him, he refused to allow it to take him now, not when he had so much more to experience. With every bit of magic he had left, he annihilated the spirit, rending them apart and absorbing some of their Ordial essence into them. - In reality, Simon's body did fall. But his magic fought on enough for him to battle the spirit. His corpse re-absorbing the remaining rotted blood that had pooled beneath him in his death. That, combined with his unbreakable will to go on, led to his entire body now filled with energy of Ordial rather than the Void. His magic now attuned to the new plane, attuned to the fetid blood that now plauged his body. And so, Simon wandered out again into the world. - Now, the man could indulge in his pleasures endlessly. An eternity of pain, suffering, decay, and rot. For some, a nightmare. But for him? Heaven on earth... •]••´º´•»☠︎︎«•´º´••[•
