Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-5735114-20140927130715

(Between Destiny and damned band, I won't be on much.

But still.)

Name: Viraenil

Race: High Elf

Gender: Male

Age: Elvish equivalent of 26

Appearance: Sharp, stern face, pale blond hair, dark green eyes

Class: Uber Antagonist

Spells(Max 8 and optional): Sparks

Powers(Racial + 2 more max): Highborn

Armor: Black leather armor with red stripe on gauntlets

Weapon(s): Sword of Cleansing

Faction: Himself

Role in Faction: Supreme Leader and Overlord

Backstory: Viraenil is an exceptionally narcissistic individual. Narcissitic to the point that he has a bright and shining vision of the Perfect World; one where all Men are exterminated due to their inferiority, and all of the dull and meaningless lives of the other Elves would be devoted to serving him, generation after generation. He even forgot that he was bound by the constraints of death. But he was superior to all others, should his lifespan not be as well? And so, with these bold visions within his head, Viraenil left his homeland of Summerset and journeyed to Skyrim, where he felt that the most inferior of Men lived. Nords. Brutish savages... Before he'd left, [Name] had devised a new fighting technique that allowed him to impale his pathetic foes without having to approach them, and along the way to Skyrim had attempted to forge a sword. However, he was no master smith, and his sword was not exactly what he had expected. It was even better. And now, dwelling in some cave in Skyrim, Viraenil is ready to begin fulfilling his destiny.