Post by Abe Sapien on Apr 13, 2010 11:04:35 GMT -7
THE HANDLER
NAME: Alexander Jane Cordelle
NICKNAME: Alexander the Great! (Don’t forget the exclamation point, no relation to what’s his face), OhGodItsHim (Surprisingly all one word), Alex (I will keel you), AJ (I will raise you from the dead and keel you again), Xander (I will ke- no, I like that, that one is sufficient)
CLASSIFICATION: Lich Necromancer
GENDER: Male, as much as someone who is dead can be called that.
AGE & BIRTHDAY: Born on February 13th, 1789 he died at the age of 45 and has counted his undead years, tallying his age to 223.
APPEARANCE: Alexander stands at a fierce 5 feet 9 inches and using every millimeter of height to his advantage. Originally a fairly average looking man, Alexander’s body has suffered through the years. Though he was embalmed by the use of natron and had his organs removed, someone wasn’t doing their job. His grey skin is gaunt and warped, pulled tightly against his skeletal structure to the point where its starting to split and peel. The loss of fat and muscle has left him with a skeletal figure, one a model would die for. Unfortunately he doesn’t have an ass, it’s like a frog stood up and put on a pair of pants. Or in his case, a robe. You’re welcome for that image. Thus he has a very weakened look to him, walking with the aid of a walking stick as if any moment he’s going to shrivel up and blow away in the mind. True to form, he weighs roughly 98 lbs, soaking wet with sand in his pockets.
Alex still has all his fingers and toes but even in death, a few things continued to grow therefore leaving him with long nails that are thick and yellow. His eyes are a solid black as if the pupil of his eye was broken and bleed. They are filmed over with age and occasionally fall out. Alexander has hair but its former and bold red color has faded over the decades and even worse, fallen out. Today he has a handful of kinky grey hairs that dot his liver spotted head. Affixed to his forehead is a small, tear shaped red gem to that is a physical tie to his soul and power.
ATTIRE: Alexander has but one outfit he always wears and it smells of it too. He wears dark brown robes that look as if he raided a Renaissance fair geek’s closest. Made of starchy wool, it cuts around his middle cinched in place with a leather belt, leaving odd lumps of material that have gathered around a too small waist. The edges are lined in what was silver material but have faded over the years, leaving it a dirty grey. Attached to his belt are three small indistinct jars that have been molded from mud and clay. The reliquaries are filled with fragments of bone, hair and cloth of three distinct individuals. They hang from human hair woven into a thick rope and dangle about his thighs. The robe flairs out to the floor but after decades of wear and tear, the hem has been ripped, torn and resewn by unskilled hands leaving an uneven edge. The full sleeves reach an inch above his wrists as if they were made for someone smaller.
Beneath his clothes, his body is wrapped in layers of bandages, crisscrossed and interlaced to create a tightly woven body suit of slowly rotting material. Once every couple of months he changes them usually when someone reminds him of the smell. Alexander wears a black cowl, which covers his head and lower part of his face, leaving only his eyes and part of his nose exposed. He wears old opera gloves, black in color has since cut away the fingers for an easy grasp on things. His feet are soled by a recent pair of women’s black biker boots that he pilfered from a body in a small town morgue a few years back, complete with the black fishnet stockings and garter belt. He is also known to carry a number of odd things on him from time to time, usually within his chest cavity.
PLAY BY: N/A
THE CREATION
NAME: That crazy guy
POWER LIST: Undead, Necromancy
DETAILED POWER: A former warlock in another lifetime, the one he was alive in that is, Alexander bound his memories and intellect to his reanimated corpse. His soul was ripped from the underworld and sealed inside a phylactery that was buried in place of his body. His amulet is a tie to his buried soul and should the phylactery ever be found, one can return his soul to the other side by destroying the container and releasing his spirit. As an undead, Alex technically can’t die. He can be maimed, mauled, ripped apart and gutted and he will greatly grumble about it too, but dying he’s already done. He has no feeling save for a very basic and primitive sense of pressure touch, meaning he knows when he’s grabbing something. He cannot feel pain, pleasure, cold, hot and this has worked towards his advantage.
The three vials at his waist hold three souls that he commands and only these three. Once able to command a thousand armies, being dead put a damper on his magic. Thus he resorted to keeping only the most important to him. There is Fishnat, a stereotypical dense troll that acts as Alexander’s bodyguard. He is summoned and used the most when Alex needs the extra bulk to protect him. Calmelcaun, a elven healer that is just as snarky as his master. He is used to mend the liche’s body, usually when someone decides to rip off the necromancer’s arm and beat him with it. And last is Tim Fenton, a lawyer from Michigan. He has no real purpose other then amusement and occasional advice.
THE POTENTIAL
ALIGNMENT/OCCUPATION: Unaffiliated
WEAPONS: Unless you count ripping your own leg off and using it as a boomerang, then no. Alex does carry a simple wooden non-magical staff that he can hit people and small animals with.
PERSONALITY: Alexander is an oddity unto itself. He’s been described as being as mad as a hatter, brilliant as a snake and evil incarnate. Others just call him a fool and he is apt to making himself appear so. Alex is known for his off putting almost childish humor if he didn’t laugh manically while doing so. Selfish, everything he does is for him and to further himself in life. Don’t mistake his blatant disregard for hygiene, manners and oddball ness for a weak willed individual. Alex has no problem sending Fishnat to squish a foe (He’d do it himself, if he was strong enough) or torture an individual for the sheer amusement of it all.
SKILLS: Speaks German, French and English with an accent. Well versed in the stock market and has a sumable amount in bonds he’s collected and built over the decades. He can also, fold his napkin into a bunny.
STRENGTHS: Travel size! Especially when one can bend, contort and break things when needed. Takes torture like a champ, especially since he cannot feel it. He has a reputable wealth of knowledge, facts and info from just being alive for the last 200 years where a good deal of it was spent studying.
WEAKNESSES: The fact that he’s a walking corpse is a pretty big weakness. His low weight and weak structure make him for a great target against a bigger foe. He can be tossed with the slightest of ease and restrained by simple sticking a big rock on him. Alex is also in danger of being returned to the pearly gates, since his phylactery was taken, it runs the risk of being opened or damaged.
THE STORY
HISTORY: The short story is Alexander was born into a royal family in the Europe in 1789. His father was in fact, his uncle (That would be his father’s brother) and was quite the scandalous secret. It was his uncle that first taught him the dark arts of necromancy in his youth, When his father found out, he was infuriated and forbade his brother to ever set food in his kingdom. This is turn drove his mother away, taking young Alex with her into the uncle’s awaiting arms in Germany to a small little rural town. Alex was raised up under his uncle’s teaching and they lived happily ever after.
That is, until his mother pissed off his uncle and he killed her. Alex was a mere boy of 12 when it happened and a week later, he raised her from the dead after he realized he still loved her. Zombie!mom took care of young Alexander until he set off in his 20’s to further his studies aboard. He even returned home for a little while to make amends with his father but unfortunately that did not go over so well. Instead, he broke his ties and moved on and in his fifth year of studies, word was sent to him that his uncle had died.
It wouldn’t mean much to Alex, save for the fact that when he did die, he turned the entire village into a horde of undead. The young man returned to his village to take command over the population and essentially rule over them until his purposeful death twenty years later. Alex was intent on becoming a greater necromancer than his late uncle but he knew, he didn’t have the years to do it and with instructions left behind to his zombie kingdom, Alex killed himself by consuming poison and was raised a couple of weeks later and became a liche. Technically, he was supposed to be raised that same day but a traveling group of minstrels wandered into the village and they were devoured on the spot and then it started to rain… You really couldn’t blame them. They’re zombies.
With his revival botched, Alex maintained only a fraction of his power but all of his personality and then some. The liche remained ruler over his kingdom of undead for a century, making their lives miserable and enjoying every moment of it before he became bored and eventually departed to start his studies up again and gain power, if it was at all possible. He left Germany for France in the 1920's to run into the middle of WW1 and gets tangled up in that for a decade before skipping across the big pond to the United States where he seemed to disappear from the public.
He resurfaced recently, a very pissed off liche. His phylactery was dug up a month ago and stolen by a Lady Elisabeth Kerrigan, or rather the blundering grave robbers she hired. A wealthy woman by birthright, she had always been interested in the supernatural and among funding random safari adventures, she had amassed a large and growing collection of rare and magical artifacts. Alexander’s phylactery was added like a collector’s cup and it, along with several other powerful objects and artifacts are now residing in a vault of (Name of bank) while Lady Kerrigan is away.