Spector

Spector - Photo: Courtesy of Nergasm

Spector (III)
Created	III: February 14, 2016
Status	Active
Race	Elf
Hometown	Loth-Lorien
Classes	Cleric

Current Description:

02/16/16

The heavily armored figure before you could be a human or half-elf for all you
can tell at a glance. He keeps every square inch covered in protective metals
at all times, his face visible only through slits in his helm. There is an 
awkwardness about him that you cannot pinpoint, something seems wrong with 
his very presence. It's as though he is not only from somewhere else, but also
does not belong here at all. He has the nervous eyes of an intruder fearing
he is about to be caught.

Current Set: 02/16/16

Venom is using:
<used as light>     (Glowing) a war banner
<worn on finger>    a spider-shaped ring [m|AC 4 hr:3 svs:-1 dmg:1 1#]
<worn on finger>    a spider-shaped ring [m|AC 5 dmg:2 svs:-2 hr:3 1#]
<worn around neck>  a dark cloak of swirling green and gray [m|AC 6 int:2 wis:1 ma:5 con:2 3#]
<worn around neck>  the pale lapis lazuli amulet [m|AC 0 hr:2 con:3 3#]
<worn on body>      a titanium breast plate [mm|AC 14 ma:5 12#]
<worn on head>      a splint mail helmet [mm|AC 8 wis:4 3#]
<worn on legs>      a pair of titanium shin guards [mm|AC 14 dmg:2 6#]
<worn on feet>      a pair of studded leather knee-high boots [m|AC 6 dex:3 1#]
<worn on hands>     a pair of ring mail gauntlets [mm|AC 8 con:2 dex:2 6#]
<worn on arms>      a pair of silver sleeves [mm|AC 7 hp:20 da:2 ma:15 10#]
<worn as shield>    an iron tower shield [mm|AC 9 chr:2 hr:3 25#]
<worn about body>   a banded mail sash [mm|AC 5 str:2 con:2 mr:3 10#]
<worn about waist>  a ring mail girth [mm|AC 7 int:2 luc:2 3#]
<worn around wrist> a sapphire of Skelos [m|AC 0 luc:2 dmg:3 3#]
<worn around wrist> a sapphire of Skelos [m|AC 0 luc:2 dmg:3 3#]
<wielded>           a spiked whip [mAGAN|5-10 hr:5 dmg:4 5#]
<worn with pride>   (Mystical) the Coin of the Elements [AGAEAN|luc:3 5#]
<worn with pride>   Nydia's Mark of Honor [|con:1 5#]
<worn with pride>   2 awards

WHO Lists:

2016-02-16 : Elf [       Cl: 5       ] Spector

Character History:

Floating in the void was all there ever was. and all he knew. The death cries came like the screams of frightened children
in all directions. The screeching sound of mortal fright never ended, never stopped, and never paused. A constant song of
death that never took a break. It was pleasent to him, for it was all he knew, it was all there had ever been. The only
thought of his own that he ever had was to kill, devour, destroy, and continue through the void, for nothing could ever
be stronger than his eternal hatred for the living. And all in one moment, it was taken away from him...

Necroport is a dangerous spell, and the shaman casting it clearly was new to the incantations. For rather than transporting
his own body into the shell of decaying flesh, he lost his concentration. But, the magic did not fail him entirely... He had
accidently finished the spell with the final words of the spell 'Haunt'. Normally such a blunder would simply fizzle without
harm, but no.. not this time. Some call it bad luck, others may call it fate, but the ghost floating nearby would need no
such explanations. The Necroport spell fired wildly, mixing with the haunt spell that was so carelessly uttered by the
novice shaman, and the ghost was launched forward into the distance corpse. New life would be a very poor description of the
results of this rising elven corpse. Filled only with the spirit of the undead, 'animated' might be a better way to describe
it.

Like a baby thrown into the rapids, the spirit of an evil haunt scrambled to make sense of his sudden new surroundings. Sight
beyond sight was his no more. He was no longer translucent, his weight crippling his movements, gravity dragging him to the
ground. He tried to move but stumbled about weakly, unable to control his new elven form. He prayed to the Destroyer to grant
him flight, and passage through solid barriers, but the Destroyer did not answer his calls.

The realization came all too early and leveled him. He had become that which he hated more than anything.
Ripped from the non-physical plane of existance....
He had been accidentally given life. And as the ghost is given a new purpose in death, had he been given a new purpose in life?
He knew only one thing for certain, his hatred of life had not died, he hated life still, including his own.

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Player Provided Information:

Due to reasons that are not understood, perhaps related to ghostly origins, Spector cannot communicate verbally.