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About Rowsh Delanov

Intro:

Rowsh stands 6 feet tall. His skin is a sickly grey and various jagged scars adorn his face and neck. His dark blue travels outfit is shrouded beneath a raven feathered full length cloak. An eye patch is fastened securely across his right eye and a large chunk is missing between the middle of his left ear. His left eye stares blankly at whomever he is talking to. Despite his foreboding appearance his aura seems to project a charming aura all it's own. His dagger toothed smile and callous voice seem to entice more than reject people he interacts with.

I am a duelist from the city of Dark Pool. It was once a haven for talented entertainers and a tourist trap for those who would gaze upon the eyes of eternity. It has been 3 years since the annihilation of my home at the hands of the wretched demon Dael Gud. He killed all but me as I fled his horrific onslaught.The shadow lodge aide me in my travels as I to make sense of the world I have been thrust into.

Bio:

Hailing from the small city of Dark Pool, Rowsh has been raised by his father, a first blood duelist, and his mother, an actor for the local theater company, until the age of 17.The city is supported almost entirely by the various sought after entertainers that live there and the Eyes of Eternity tourism proceeds. Dark Pool resided on a cliff overlooking the Eyes of Eternity, which are 2 massive pools filled with dark water (known as heavy water). The Eyes of Eternity are impossible to swim in. It's brackish waters rob any living creature that enters of all its stamina sucking them into their neigh bottomless depths. It is rumored that before Dark Pool became a lawful settlement it was a place of sacrifice for demonic fringe cults and a convenient corpse dumping spot for neighboring thieves guilds and murderers. When Rowsh became of age he was trained in the art of dueling. What he lacked in grace and avoidance Rowsh made up for in sheer power and the ability to capitalize on his foes weaknesses. Although he still lived on the outskirts of the city he became a duelist of high acclaim before his life would be changed forever.

They came in dark green cloaks carrying symbols of unknown origin. Twelve servants of some unknown idol crowded the Dark Pool Stage in the center of the city. Their voices in unison claiming that that Dael Gud gave life to this city and that it was his wish to take it away. One word per worshiper echoed through the streets of Deep Pool in a language only they understood. The citizens fell to their knees in horror as the Dark Waters Rose and twisted above the city. It was as if the maw of the abyss itself opened up spewing forth the brackish black liquid into the sky morphing it into horrifying images. Panic ran rampant through the city as people tried to flee, but to no avail. The Horrifying Avatar spawned from the Eyes of Eternity crashed into the city shearing the cliff face clean off and consuming the city never to be seen again. Only Rowsh survived washed up on the valley floor where the Eyes of Eternity remained stagnant once more. As he tries to reorient himself a sharp whisper penetrates his thoughts. "Your blood is filthy!" the churlish voice exclaims. "I give you life so that your filthy blood may sew more destruction. Perhaps you will live up to my desires." Anger envelops Rowsh as he tries to push the voice out. "Anger, yes anger is good." the voice playfully teases."A gift you will have, for this I ask no favor." Rowsh blanks out as a supernatural pain surges into his right eye.

He awakes to small campfire where a green cloaked man resembling a follower of Dael Gud is tending to a meal. Before the man even has a chance to speak Rowsh is upon him in a rage ripping into him with his bare hands. His eye still throbbing and his breathing now heavy Rowsh tries to piece together the events of what happened. "I guess that makes thirteen." the voice cackles loudly as if it told some uproariously funny joke. "You and I are going to have loads of fun together. Your mind is weak and your blood is filthy" the voice goads. "You are too much demon for me to take control of completely, but not enough to push me out Rowsh." Rowsh shouts in disbelief "I am no demon. You may intrude on my thoughts and torture my being, but you cannot twist my mind to that end". "A liar am I?" the voice goads once more. "Then if words will not "twist you" perhaps images will". Rowsh is compelled to stand in front of a bucket of water the worshiper left near the camp fire. To his horror he sees the changes his body has undergone. His left eyeball now a livid violet contains a reptilian iris stained amber in its center. His once dark skin was now a sickly greyish hue. Crystal fractures now lined his face in heavy arches around his cheekbones and eyes lids as if forming a mask. His teeth had become several sizes larger jagged like the shards of the cliff face that feel into the Eyes of Eternity. "This is my gift to you. A long lost family heirloom if you will." the voice teases once again.

"The eye projects your desires on yourself and those around you. The crystal mask forms in your unattended rages to hide the person you once were. Your new found fangs convey your excitement for the task at hand whether it be killing, robbing etc." The voice begins to fade. "All these traits reside in that vile blood of yours. I relish the time we have spent, but now there are other duties I must attend to. Don't fret however I will be sure to pop in from time to time to check on my new toy. Maybe next time you will put up more of a fight or I will be sure to make our games much more interesting from now on." the voice lets out one last gout of grotesque laughter before disappearing. As the pain ceases and visual effects of Rowsh's partial demonic transformation recede the camp grows dark. Inside the absolute darkness of the camp Rowsh's thoughts echo inside his head. What lies in store for him now?