Post by Ratha on Aug 27, 2008 4:52:47 GMT -5
GENERAL
Birth Name: Ratha
Race: Nazgûl
Age: 4252 Turned Wraith aged 502
Gender: Male
Affiliation: (good, evil, neutral) Very Evil
Occupation: Nazgûl and servant to Khamûl
Birthplace: Lands of Umbar
Current Location: In the wastelands of Forodwaith
Family Relations: Unknown
Weapon: A Sword of Dark Magic, and Knives reinforced with Dark Magic.
Other Items Owned: The left thumb of Sauron which gives him more power in daylight and make him more intelligent. He wears under his amour around a mithril chain.
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Personality:
He is a Nazgûl and therefore the same as his seven other siblings, he is dark, mysterious determined and obedient to his master, Khamûl.
Detailed History:
Born in the lands of Umbar he was King many years before the corsairs were even thought to be a problem. He grew strong, powerful and greedy on his throne and was given one of the nine rings of power. He ruled for hundreds of years from his fortress at Umbar and as the ring slowly warped his mind his kingdom fell apart. When the time came he responded to Sauron's
call and soon became one of his black riders. He followed Saurons every command working with his siblings of doom to create fear and head his armies, they were generals and figures of defeat to their enemies. When The Great Ring was destroyed all the Nazgûls fled later reuniting with their new master Khamûl in Angmar. Ratha would expand their borders and take the lands Forodwaith. While keeping up the illusions of being good he would soon bend the minds of the natives and create a new type of Orc, born from ice and snow all more hardy and deadly then the original.
Fears:
Fire, his Master's Wrath.
Strengths:
The ability to strike fear into the hearts of even the most resilient. All normal blades break on impact with him. Can feel the power of other rings.
Weaknesses:
Slower in light, will not cross water.
Likes:
The darkness, working for his master.
Dislikes:
Water, elves, non-evil things.
APPEARANCE
Facial Appearance:
A Dark Hood covers his face and it black. However in wraith world he looks like a distorted grey humanoid.
Clothing:
A large black tunic with a smattering iron armor. Iron gauntlets. Tall black riding boots.In the wraith world it looks as though he is wearing a royal robe and tall bots.
Build:
Large and thin mostly covered by his robe. Tall, thin and distorted in the wraith world.
Marks/Scars:
None that can be seen by normal eyes.
Role play Sample:
He drew his sword with a whoosh as he slowly advanced towards his prey. As he quietly glided in the darkness towards his prey he could taste their fear. It was a tang on air like the smell of blood or the taste of a blade. He let out a piercing high pitched scream calling on every ounce of evil he had in his body, beneath him he saw the scattered group of stupid Forodwaithain men scatter into the icy undergrowth beyond him watching them flee in various states of undress he knew they would die in the cold. He could not, he had a cold fire running through his body. It kept him going it told him what to do. He could smell someone's fear, quite close. He feed of that, it was his Adrenaline. He went to feed of it he went to kill.
