Raphaezel a glissé à travers les magasins sur son nuage d'énergie nécromantique. Oh comment il a aimé les réactions des autres citoyens, ceux qui comptent parmi les vivants en tout cas. Les vivants craignent la mort plus que tout... et la mort était Raphaezel. Ils lui donnèrent une large couchette, espérant que les lois non parlées du Bastion les garderaient en vie. Ceux qui n'ont pas compté parmi les vivants, comme les vampires, les démons, les demi-démons et autres, l'ont simplement évité par le respect sain de ses capacités. Il s'arrêta à un stand de bouchers, une grosse carcasse ayant pris l'œil. Ou au moins l'orbe éclatante qui était un œil. Il y avait diverses viandes et parties de bêtes accrochées à des crochets ou exposées sur la glace. Ses doigts squelettiques caressaient le gros morceau d'animal mort... quels animaux pourraient devenir de ça? son imagination était la limite.
Les orbes éblouissantes mettent leur regard sur le boucher, un orc. "Hooooow beaucoup forrr csss?" Il a parlé, sa voix une combinaison d'échos et de murmures.
Terrifiée, la pauvre créature pouvait à peine répondre. "Fi... cinquante pièces.. "Monsieur." L'orc a répondu en tremblant dans ses bottes. Il a d'autant plus calmé à la réponse irritée de Lichs.
Raphazel n'était cependant pas à court de monnaie. Ses sujets d'essai plus que porté assez d'or pour être compté comme son revenu. Et le Lich n'était pas sans civilité.
"verrrry Welllll..." d'une poche sur sa ceinture, il a produit la pièce et dans un mouvement fluide, sa main désossée les a lâchés sur la table et saisi le produit. Le cul de son bâton frappa le sol et, par un éclat de flamme verte, la carcasse fut téléportée à son entrepôt privé. Non, mais un moment plus tard, une charrette descendit la colline vers lui. La foule autour de Raphaezel a gâché et a reculé pour regarder dans le choc et la peur ce que l'imprévisible horreur non morte ferait. Il n'a cependant rien fait. Le chariot ralentit et s'arrêta complètement tout comme il a heurté sa barrière magique. Les yeux brillants clignotaient rouge pendant un moment avant de revenir à leur bleu frais. Il enquêtait sur cette perturbation.
Name; Raphaezel
Age (if applicable); over 200
Race; Lich, formerly human
Race Explanation; An undead human necromancer, who's greed for power and eternal life transformed him into what many would call a monstrosity.
Personality; Raphaezel is what one would expect from a Lich. He is greedy, self centered, and without emotion. He is not a mindless horror however, despite his otherworldly appearance. The Lich is quite intelligent and calculating and values the pursuit of knowledge and power above all else. If it benefits him in his quest for these, he will not hesitate to kill you or use his necromancy to twist you and subjugate you as an undead minion. However he does tolerate the existence of others within the Bastion, procuring from them what he needs to further his studies. Raphaezel considers his undeath a great blessing and looks down upon the living as though they were inferior.
History; His human name is long lost to him, as well as his experiences and memories as a living person. Raphaezel knows only his power and his undeath. He was once a human sorcerer of some renown and benign in all regards until a touch of dark magic drove him to study the arts. The drive became an obsession as he turned to Necromancy wholly, consumed by the desire for power and the allure of eternal life. Sometime in the twilight of his mid life years he discovered the means to gain eternal life that he may further his power. Thus he began the ritual that would snuff the life force from his body and kill him… only to rise again as a superior being of undeath. The need for food, water, air.. these mortal chains no longer bound him nor the weight of time. Unshackled from his bonds he took on the name Raphaezel and for the last two hundred years he has struck fear into the hearts of the bravest men and women. Naturally there are few places a being such as himself would be accepted in the world. It was not out of a need for community or acceptance that lead him to the Bastion but his pursuit of knowledge. What could he learn from the other dark denizens of the Bastion? he would find out. That was nearly half a century ago, he has been a prominent citizen ever since.
Powers/skills; He is a master of Necromancy. Death is his very existence and he commands the dead as if they were extensions of his own body. Raphaezel is also quite adept at elemental sorcery, such as fire, ice, and lighting spells.
Common Inventory; A spell book, although many of his spells do not require the book, more complex rituals need time to prepare. His staff. Like the book, Raphaezels spells do not require it but the staff is an excellent catalyst for simpler spells and a great asset for larger rituals.