Name: Raum Agate, "The Shattered Tyrant"
Appearance: Raum Agate
Skills: Tactics, Spearmanship, Leadership, Wields Fire Magic.
Personality: If forced to define himself into a single thing, it is Authority. Raum Agate seems to exude the ability to command and control, leading soldiers to perform feats that would be heralded in myth and legend for future generations as easily as leading a relief project in times of peace. A widely knowledged and intimidating figure for his control over himself and the area around him, Raum is a cynical man who shelves everyone and everything into layers from top to bottom, and kneels only to those who's shelf is above him - The Royal Family he serves. To everyone else, he despises his orders being questioned or disobeyed, openly stating that it is fine to question his morals but never orders.
His methodology of work is very predatorial in that he will focus on one task or objective and hound it endlessly until it is finished, for better or worse, before moving on to the next piece. He is thorough and between him and his Cohorts of Heedon and ???, few events were unaccomplished.
Despite his appearance and nature though, even Raum falters and falls. To his closest, most trusted and secretive companions, he confesses the feeling of being the prey in an unending hunt, and is prone to bouts of paranoia when surrounded by unfamiliar figures or being in situations that aren't clearly defined by his control.
As well, he is easily predictable - It is known that wherever a person named Raum appears is bound to have him betray, the only question is "When". Opponents who are long lived, such as Elves, have turned this predictability against him, staging assassins as guards among the royal family in order to strike him down when his arrogance and craving for Power reaches the Traitorous mark.
History: Explained in "The Saga of Uprising" and "The Saga of Shattered Crowns"
"I was told to become the pinnacle of Fire. A soldier does not disobey."
"Traitors to the King, the lot of you. As General, it is my authority to strike you down like the dogs you are."
"You have been placed under my command. Your body, your mind, your soul, your will, are mine to shape as I see fit soldier. You will obey my orders, and I will deliver a fate to you that is fair for your effort. Follow, and your name will be sung for ages. Break away, and your life is forfeit."
Name: Heedon Pursin
Race: Claims to be a Vampire, never shows skin and hides under thick clothes and a mask. Actual race is unknown.
Age: Unable to Determine.
Skills: Subterfuge, Espionage. Has demonstrated mastery over magic associated with Death, Shadows, and Poisons, yet wields an unusual method of Fire as well. Doesn't use melee weapons.
Personality: Heedon dislikes making an appearance, always hovering mutely behind Raum who does, as Heedon calls it, "unnecessary, boorish stints and rituals akin to a theatrical master being a ham", suggesting he is versed in the tongue of the native and a more eloquent speaker than his more pronounced counterpart. Despite his disgust for appearances, he loyally follows Raum and serves as the calmer form of control - While Raum is always chasing the physical, Heedon seems to favor those of mind and spirit more, always having some other hidden thing he knows that he could pass on... for a price. Heedon is excessively greedy, and claims it is necessary to keep him mobile in the burning, merciless fury of the day's light, as the greed fuels the resources to keep his attire up to pristine shape.
When not stuck being courted around by Raum, he is often seen meditating in a more unattended section of wherever Raum resides - A back alleyway, an unused store room or stable, wherever he finds people rarely travel frequently without purpose. He is surprisingly hospitable, but never initiates the conversation, feeling that those who want answers will seek him out, not him having to seek out the curious. When giving such gifts of knowledge, he threatens them with untimely ends if what they learn from him is used for intents that they were not designed for, such as a healing spell being manipulated to tear and rend instead of mend. Those negligent of the pact are reported as being drained, and their corpses never have a shadow. He is often suspected of being a Demon in disguise, as he operates through a complicated system of deals and barters, offering one thing for something else.
Heedon has a deep seated fear of daylight specifically, claiming other light sources are no threat, and explains why as such - "Even the mightiest fire will waver, it is not a wall, it is a wave of heat upon soil and leaf. But light, the light from the orb that rises and falls, it is unforgiving. Where it hits, it hits without mercy or waver. If not for the passage of time, it would stay in that spot and never move. I fear that which does not move", which could explain why he feels unsafe in walled cities as well.
Heedon also becomes unusually worried whenever Raum goes missing, claiming that the two are entwined and bound by fate, though the way it is actually phrased sounds more akin to a curse than a blessing. Heedon seems to hold contempt for the martial arts, claiming them to be "filthy, dirty, and unelegant", but seems to accept the art of archery, as it keeps him far from enemies. Considering how much caution he shows towards making sure his garb isn't torn, many speculate that he fears the sword, axe or mace, and translates it into scorn.
"I travel minds and souls, I see things that were never meant to be seen. Offer a price, let us make a deal."
"Raum is a boorish fool. People are fickle like tides, they rise, they lower, they rise again. How can you keep command and control of something so... disjointed?"
"I care not for this physical realm, keep me hidden, keep me safe, and you will receive blessings the likes you'd never dreamt."
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