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Council Biographies

Name: Lord Athren Deslone
Age: 25, (average age of body-parts is 342 years)
Race: Human (Demon Eye, Tanuki Tail)
Profession: Collector, Mastermind
Background: Athren is a Collector. He started collecting coins and such as a kid, but as he got older he got interested in more rare... powerful things. Eventually, he had a group of elite daemon hunters kill a demon named Othello, and take his left eye, said to be a source of great power for mortals. The eye was recovered, Athren replaced his own eye with that of Othello, and was given minor powers, mainly of prestidigitation, basic telepathy, and aura reading. Athren was not pleased. He continues, still to search for powerful things, like his powerful, illusion-creating tanuki tail that he recently became the owner of. He currently wants to collect ultimate power, and take over the world.

Name: Archon of the Phantoms
Age: 386 years.
Race: Elf
Profession: Weapons/Technology Specialist
Background: I was born in a clan of elves that called themselves Phantoms. Their ambition was to rule the world.I'm the only Phantom alive, as far as I know. At the age of 3, my heirs began teaching me about weapons, martial arts and technologies. At the age of 10, I had mastered technology and engineering. The next years, I was taught tactics and using firearms. At the age of 60 I gathered followers, and built a base on the moon.While gathering resources and expanding the base, my henchmen engaged in all sorts of criminal activities ranged from armed robbery to transferring money from accounts in banks to that of my own. To this day I was working on various projects that would help achieve world domination. One of the many was the teleport technology, which accidentally brought me to your lair.

Name: Kandandantilius Jetter Mith-Nor (friends refer to me by my middle name)
Age: I dont quite know my age I was created by the Leviathin of time, in limbo
Race: Mind-Flayer
Profession: I am a "beholder" for the evil Diety (who's name, for your safty I will not speak but only refer to as the greater Evil) watching events of great importance in the standing of time.
eons ago, I was also an Arch-mage of the mages guild before they found out what I am. but that is another story
Background: I was crafted within the limbo of time by the demi-god Leviathin as a mind flayer. over an amount of time Impossible to obtain I traveled through time and dimensions and encountered andventures too many to explain, each one furthering my power. the most important of which being the one I will cover briefly with my encounter with the greater Evil. In my travels I had heard many stories from ignorent mortals of true power but I found that with my temporal capabilitys I was the only one to be abile to reach the power that they spoke. so through a greed for power I went to were no mortal has ever traveled, to the lair of the greater evil himself. I see that my story is becoming to long to read outside of a novel so I will be quick. I met the greater evil and he was impresed with my brave act, and he offered me power in the form of a staff of imesurable quantity so long as I surved him as his beholder. through eons I have become ever more feather brained and I forgot this pact, though it is obvious that he has not. he saw I was to brake my pact on this mission so he took from me the power he has given me and watches closely for me to make a mistake so that he may destroy me as a traitor, though I am too powerful for him to destroy directly without braking the fabric of time (and no he does NOT want that!!).

Name: Ymrial Moondog aka Ymrys
Age: 98
Race: Loup Garou
Profession: Self-employeed
Background: As a loup garou I am pretty much human except I'm immortal and have a wolf form. From an early age I have been trained in weapons tactics and espionage and am now one of the best of my race. Acomplishments including the assassination of 3 enemy leaders. I have used my skills off and on for jobs, but I prefer working amonst my kind in affairs concerning domination and the studying of our enemy 'good' opposed to working for humans. Recently I have become frustated with my peoples lack of drive towards ruling and have set out on my own to find a new group, like this one, to which I would pledge my loyalty.

Name: Zachardo E'vorust (or just Zach)
Age: 118
Race: Vampire
Profession: I was just a blacksmiths apprentice when I was human, but I know how to handle knives and daggers, and move silently, so I would be an excellent assassin.
Background: I was born in 8th of January 1887 to a poor family, my parents were just mere peasants with a total income of a copper or a two in a week. My childhood was lonely, my best friend was my cat, his name was Jesse, I always liked that name, but I'm not so sure why. So, I grew up......my first job was with a blacksmith, there I fell in love with sharp weapons and I even made two daggers, wich I still have *smiles*. I was turned into a vampire by a beautiful young woman when I was 18, I was so excited when my parents gave me money that they had saved from my birth, and what do I do, I go in the nearest tavern and get wasted and what next, I get lured outside to an alley by this beautiful beautiful girl, I was so drunk I didn't know what was happening, but the next morning I waked up, I was in some appartment and I didn't see the woman anywhere, there were no windows, just candles. Whenever I got thirsty, water, ale, milk didn't stop my thirst. I began to realize I coudn't stand the sun, and I lusted for blood, I wanted blood....and my fears were true; I was a vampire. I had heard just stories about vampires, it appeared they were not just stories, but very, very, true. And then comes the first time....ah, the first time, blood never tasted so good, I didn't know her, but she tasted really good. And that was about a 100 years ago, I've been a vampire for that time and grown to love it, you know, much stronger, better eyesight, and I'm much better in handling knives and daggers, heh, the first time I touched a dagger I held it from the wrong end, I still have the scar

Name: Dansken aka Mint
Age: 60 (human) years
Race: vamp/human
Profession: x-Squad leader of a werehunter team
Background: Mint was an elit squad leader of an werehunter team... but becuse of orders he was forced to attack an vamp lair... the team was outnumber and Mint was ambushed by nine Vampires, he managed to kill six of them before he fell to the ground. he don't remember anymore from that night. but was told that he was rescued by three other retreating survivors, but it was to late... Mint's mind is today poisoned by the dark side...
Mint has superior tactic skills and is a good leader on the battlefield...
but he still remains half vamp... and now fights for the pleasure of it...

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Are you evil enough for the Evil Underground Lair?

Maybe its the volcano?.. hmm... where is my staff at? Could it be that i've already executed them all? darn.

:: the lights flicker briefly, and a slow rythmic *clack* sound grows progresivly louder fortelling the aproch of a man::

hmmm... henchman then??

let me see....

what do get for that???

evil.. is my master.... but to warn you.... I hate all kinds og Wereforms...
so if you need someone dead.. I'll do it... scream

From the shadows steps a man, someone whom you can hardly see in the dim light. "Do you think I'm evil enough to be in this council?" he asks softly.