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Twintined Lich, Ulthar #9012
Nomminus #789 (BoA)
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Level
77
EXP (Tracker)
Bronze
Passage
War
0%
Neutral
Peace
0%
Neutral
Knowledge
0%
Neutral
Power
0%
Neutral
Achievements
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The Feast Beneath the Lantern Tide
Titles
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Twintined Lich
Character Details
Name: Ulthar
Nickname(s): N/A
Health Status: Healthy
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Height: 110cm
Weight: 230lbs
Build: Nattnkatt
Coat: Rex
Genotype: ss/cr/br/Bk/Td/Hl/Cb/Ve
Phenotype: Black with Tipped, Highlight, Cloudburst, Veil
Horns: None
Physical Mutations: Claws
Mutations: None
Slots: 6 Used / 6 Available
Current Profession: Necromancer
Design Credits
Nomminus
Personality Traits
Ambitious
Crafty
Cryptic
Eccentric
Paranoid
Sly
Personality
Ulthar is cryptic and quiet, a necromancer by trade, though he doesn't openly announce this. He seems to stare at everyone with a strange hunger in his eye that chills one's soul, he does his best to conceal but it always manages to sneak through his expressions. He tends to stick to himself, sly and nimble he slinks about burial grounds and graveyards, the rare times he's spotted, he can be seen performing dark magics and awakening those that have been put to rest.
History

Ulthar was a skilled pyromancer in life, and dedicated his time to learning and perfecting his craft. Fueling the fire of any aspirations he had, and burning whatever obsticles stood in his way. Except for one thing. Age withered him like dying embers, he feared the end, not wanting his spark to go out. His study took him down darker paths of magic, he learned he could extend his own life by snuffing out others. He was hesitant at first, how could he possibly weigh his life over another's. But his obsession, his fear of death weighed on him far more. He started small, prey from hunts, it was only appropriate, their bodies he'd feed on anyways, why not their souls as well.

It was enough for a time, but the longer he lived, the more lifeforce he needed to sustain himself. Small prey didn't cut it any longer. With his first kill, a stranger torched by his dark flame, death truly lost its first tooth.

But with it, came the consequences of his crimes. Chased and hunted by those who cared for the victims he took. He escaped natural death, but now he needed to escape the unnatural. Learning darker magics still, he taught himself to raise the dead. They became his soldiers, his protection, and a well of knowledge. The dead have plenty tales to tell if you know how to force it out of them...

His undead could only stand for so long, before the magic wanes and they'd return to the soil to rest, and the more he summoned, the more souls he craved. As a final security measure, Ulthar cleaved his own soul from his body and stored it in a secret and sacred object to him. A phylactery, a backup, hidden somewhere safe. For if his physical body should be felled, then his dark spirit could linger on and be reborn.

A monster in natt's clothing, a defiler of graves, devourer of souls, a lich.

Relationships

My daughter...

I will raise you, my blood, you shan't ever fear life without a father. In time I will teach you my ways, I will free you from Death's fangs, and the soil of these lands will never claim you.

We can watch the eons pass together.

Interactions

Who knew a stay at that little hotel of yours would be so...full of surprises.

Your services were ever so fruitful my dear~

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