Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140730202253/@comment-25117112-20140810224933

Sinius woke up in the shack. A man wearing a strange armor was in front of him. Three other men wearing identical armor sets were behind him. He recognised it... it looked so familiar. His memory was coming back to him. Shit''. ''It was the Morang Tong. "So, we got one of Sithis' boys, eh guys?" said the one at the front. "Lets take a closer look at him shall we?" He lowered Sinius' hood. His voiced changed from confident to surprised. "Sinius Vesius, you god damned traitor!" Sinius shook with fear, rattling his shackles. The man took off his helmet. Sinius recognised him. "Terius Korious," Sinius muttered. Terius laughed. "I was always fond of you, Sinius. You knew that, we were best friends. You said you were leaving it behind! That you were moving to High Rock!" He screamed. "But no! You run off to Skyrim, to pray to a corpse." He kicked Sinius in the knee and punched him in the face. "How... how.. did you..." Sinius struggled to say the words. "How did we know you were coming?" Terius finished Sinius' sentence for him. "We set up the contract, did the Black Sacrament, or whatever its called, just to get one of your boys down. It's turned out even better, now that we have you, a traitor. We'll have lots of fu-" The door burst open. A figure in all black burst in. Fireballs shot from his hands, erupting one of the Morang Tong into flames. Terius gestured to the other two and they ran towards the figure. He grabbed one of them snapped his neck, and quickly shot a fireball at the other. Terius took out his ebony sword. The figure lunged at him, twisted his wrist into a lock, until Terius dropped the sword. He slammed Terius' head against the wall. As Terius slumped unconcious, The figure stamped on his head. Terius was dead. "Who are you?" Stuttered Sinius. " I " said the figure "Am Solumen Wick"

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Name: Solumen Wick

Race: Imperial

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Looks: Average height and build. His face is never seen.

Armor: Black full body armor. the armor radiates pure shadow.

Weapon: A sword much like the armor that also produces shadowy tendrils that can strangle or impale foes.

Spells: Firebolt

Bio: He grew up as an orphan, but was soon adopted by a shady necromancer. The necromancer named him Solumen Wick. The armor was a result of his smithing and very powerful necromancer enchants. When the necromancer died, he handed the armor down to Solumen. Despite his upbringing, Solumen despises anything evil, and dedicated his life to helping people and eradicating evil.

(IDK, if you think he's to Op, ill change him a bit, and if you cant have two characters, ill just kill him of immediatley )