Name: Rauko Verstef (Demon Death)
Title: The Undead Warrior
Age: 666
Home: The Dark Wastelands of Morne Ambar (Black Earth)
Build: Medium
Height: 6" 6
Weight: 210 Ibs
Eyes: Onix with a hint of red
Side: Evil
Race: Dark Elvish Vampyre

Weapons: The Devils Bite. A long, black two pronged sword. He also has the flight of the bat. A long black bow its string made from young virgins hair.

Armour:
Chest: Light yet solid armour.Black with gold trimming with the pattern of a bat in gold also on his chest plate.
Shoulders: Black plates with gold trimming.
Hands: Steel gloves with holes at the end which show his long black nails.
Feet: Thick steel boots with long spikes tipped red at the end.

Description: Shoulder length black hair with a blood red streak starting from the forehead and ending at the tip of his head.Onix eyes with hint of red.Pale white face youthful for his age.Blood red clothes underneath the armor. A long black cloak flows from behind him with inner red lining and tied round his neck. The cloak covers two small holes in his neck which shimmer in the moonlight a pale red, showing that blood has flowed there once yet never again.

History: Born into an elvish race called the Ulka (evil) originally called Loome elvish for darkness. He was son to Maranwe (destiny) his mother and Morion (black one) his father. Morion was the chief guardian for King Ilfirin (immortal). King of the dark elvish land named Morne Ambar named so as it was the one land were all living beings were evil.The land was mistreated and scarred black from the fires and battles that took place there. Morion taught Loome the Ulka way of fighting which was greatly fortunate for Loome as his father was one of the best warriors that every lived in Morne Ambar. He had won many battles for King Ilfirin and now Loome was his fathers apprentice and skilled greatly in Ulka fighting some say he was better than his father. The people of Morne Ambar lived a great life fearing no-one then on the 23rd year of Loomes birth a great battle was waged on Morne Ambar. Winged creatures attacked the Ulka people, these creatures have never been seen before and the Ulka were terrifed for the first time in there lifes. Yet one man remained calm and stood, tall calling in a dark elvish tongue Hauta (cease) to the lead creature, which in turn snarled at the man and lunged for him. The creature moved fast a blur to those who looked on. As it neared the warrior drew his sword and held it high in the air it shone even thought it was as black as the night sky. He swung it swiftly above his head as if it weighed as much as a small child. He then brought it back down to his side and rested it there. Beside him was the head of the creature blood flowing from it. The man remained unscathed. He then turned to look back on his homeland which was now barron and lifeless, no buildings stood and no bodies breathed or moved. Apart from one which lay at the mans feet, first it was difficult to determine the identity of the body. The face covered in blood, however the warrior knew exactly who this man was. It was his father Morion he had battled valiantly alongside his son yet he was attacked by a creature he thought dead and struggled with it until Loome came to his rescue. Loome knelt down to comfort his father in his last moment and at that very moment Morion lept up, throwing Loome to the ground. He then sunk his teeth deep into Loome neck trying to draw every last bit of blood from him. With Loome's last bit of strength he grabbed his sword and thrust it deep into his fathers chest. Then with tears running down his cheek he buried all the Ulka people and burned all the creatures. Causing a great stench to rise up from Morne Ambar which can still be smelt to this day. After the burning Loome felt a deeper darkness come over him and burning desire for blood. Loome then stood upon his fathers grave and renounced his former kin and called himself Rauko Verstef. He then swore a sacred oath to destroy those that sent the creatures, cursing him for eternity and with a snarl he retired to the former kings castle where he would advance his fighting skills and learn the Ulka's magic. He also set to work carving his armor and sharpening his sword so that one day he will avenge his fathers death so that he may at last rest in peace.

Fighting Style: His main experience his in physical combat with his sword. He has studied the Ulka magic yet is unexperienced and weak in them. They remain as a back up to his sword and bow. Many enemys have fallen to his sword and it delivers great blows to all those who oppose him. His bow is swift and powerful when used. As Rauko fights his white teeth lengthen and he has been known to feed of victims.

Magic: The few times that Rauko uses magic he will use the Ulka's dark magic.

Nosferatu:
Rauko gathers a ball of darkness from the sorrundings and unleashes it towards the victim aiming to withdraw large amounts of blood. Which in turn heals Rauko depdending on how effective the attack was.

Metamorphosis:
Rauko transforms into his opponents worst fear. Gathers energy from the fear inside of his oppenent almost feeding off it he will become ten times stronger than normal. However this form cannot be sustained and Rauko will be weak for a short period of time afterwards. Should he be effective with an attack while in Metamorphosis it will be devastiting however should no attack be succcessful Rauko will be left vulnerable.

Nuuruhuine (Death Shadow):
An old elvish spell adapted by Rauko to suit his vampire state. Rauko will fade into the background and his shadow will take over. The shadow has great power and speed, which if successful will seriously harm an opponent with one attack from the shadows sword. However during this process Rauko's actual body will not be able to move or defend himself and he relies totally on the shadow. Should an opponent evade the shadow Rauko could be in trouble.

Fighting Attacks
The impaler:
Rauko charges his opponent with his sword drawn. He throws the opponent into the air and holds his sword straight up aiming to have the opponent land on the sword. This is only used to finish off an opponent.

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Hui's Bio

Name: Hui Undume (Dark Abyss)
Title: Bringer of Darkness
Age: 124
Origin: Woodlands of Taure Arta ( Forest Fortress)
Height: 6”1
Build: Medium but strong
Eyes: Dark Black
Hair: Dark Black
Alignment: Evil sworn to hate the race of men and elves.
Race: Dark Elf

Description:

His long black hair runs down to the middle of his back its colour is constantly referred too as dark as the night sky. It is long and fine hair with a “fringe” that covers his eyes and most of his nose. His face is dull and cracked with the corruption of evil. A scar runs down from his left eye to the bottom of his right cheek, which will never heal. His eyes are all black no other colours can be seen even the whites of the pupils. His lips are also a dark black onyx is closer, his teeth in contrast are a bright white and of perfect formation. When he rarely smiles the form a menacing grin which few laugh at. Under his armour is a black tunic, which is covered by his long black overcoat/jacket, which has a red lining. The cape reaches down to his ankles and flows with Hui’s movement and the blowing of the wind. His black metal boots are heavy and shine out when the light hits them.

Weapons:

Aha Loome (Rage of Darkness): Hui uses a long sword, which spikes out at the hilt, it has an elvish inscription on it, which reads “Telwa Nwalya” (lasting pain) this inscription gives the sword a greater strength so that when a foe is stabbed the wound may hold a lasting pain almost as if it were poisoned. However this will only be done should the sword be driven deep enough into the flesh.

Qualme (Painful Death): Hui also carries a curved dagger that is concealed within his the sleeves of his tunic. The dagger is traditional used for the sacrificial ceremonies that the dark elves hold on a full moon. It is only used when Hui needs a quick and light weapon against his opponent.

Armour:

Torso and Chest: Light but strong. All of Hui’s armour is black with a gold trim. His chest plate is strong yet open at the sides and arms in order to prevent any restrictions of his movement. He has two shoulder plates which bear the mark of the dark elves royalty, a dragon standing guard at a large gothic castle. This mark is also present in white on his chest plate.

Legs: Thigh and shin guards. They split at the knee for freedom of movement. They only protect the front of the leg and the straps run round the back.

Feet: As mentioned. Thick steel boots, which lace up past his ankle guards. The top part is thick leather which runs around the back of his ankle up to his knees forming some form of protection on the back of his leg.

History:

The Dark elves were once part of a larger race simply known as the elves. The shard the realm of Taure Arta with many different races all of which lived in harmony with each other. Then one day long ago so far that few remember it and it is only referred to as the day of death. Something happened a darkness grew across Taure Arta it came across the western seas and started in the land of men. As if a black shadow it crept filling the mens minds with all sorts of terrible imagery and ideas. Some went crazy with these thoughts and were condemned to the prisons of the western lands. Others simply ignored the cruelness of it all and drove it out of their lands. Thus it came to the elvish inhabitants of Taure Arta. Again it filled their heads with the same wickedness the men had experienced. At first it was ignored as before but then it came to a young elvish boy who in human years could only have been 13. In him it found a listener a host that thrived to learn of the darkness’ stories and ideas how he could be king of the whole realm. In this boy it stayed and corrupted him on the inside so much so that his innards turned black with the speaking of this most horrible evil. However on the outside the boy looked like all other beings kind and fare faced. Soon the elves forgot of the evil spirit that had crossed their land and it became a thing of myth. Little did they know that it brooded within this child waiting and biding its time.

Years went by and life continued as normal. On the eve of the boys 21st year it was a full moon and he stepped out of his elvish home under the great waterfall of Taure Arta. He looked up and gazed at the stars, as he did so a terrible black wave went through him it altered his appearance dramatically. His hair changed from its bright blond to a dark corrupt black, his eyes misted over and also became black. He turned and looked towards the great castle of the Lord of the elves, grinning evilly he sprinted towards it bursting through the front door straight up to the kings chambers, no guards were needed at this time as the elves were naive and assumed to wickedness would ever come to this world. Creeping to his bed he pulled out a small curved dagger and thrust it deep into the kings heart, a great howl was unleashed and a force came out the dagger which knocked the boy onto his back. Pulling himself to his feet he peered over the fallen king, his blood flowing down his chest and staining the white bedsheets which he lie upon. Lifting the dagger to his mouth the boy licked its cold steel and tasted the blood, which dripped off it. Suddenly he was full of some strange yet overpowering feeling. He looked at the king’s sword, which lay on its side beside the king’s bed. Approaching it he watched as magically the words Telwa Nwalya formed on its blade. Grabbing it by its hilt he raised it high above his head. As he did so elves poured into the room stopped by the sight of their leader dead in his bed and this dark being standing tall above him. “Tremble my kin at the sight of a new regime, a new leadership and a new way of life under your new king, The Bringer of Darkness King Hui Undume.” The elves stared at this new sight as he finished his sentence, then with a rush of passion the charged towards him swords drawn, one by one they were thrown down by Hui’s sword, a number close to one hundred died in the kings chambers that night, the floor was stained with elf blood that shall never be lifted. Each elf that was slain however rose the next morning only to be filled with the shame darkness that boiled inside their new king.

So it was from this day that the elves lived under a new king, a powerful and ruthless king. Any elf that had not been in the battle that fateful night was made a slave to Hui’s regime. Little did Hui know that it was these slaves which he thought little of and despised that would end his rule on the throne. Secretly the talked in the west, to the men who had resisted the shadow, long they talked about Hui’s guards, his protection and the best way to slay him. Then 10 years from the day of Hui’s crowning as it were, the men attacked with elves by their side, breaking upon the castle the entered the throne room. With a bolt Hui rose from his throne his sword by his side he battled, men and elves fell at his the slicing of his blade, until he came upon Uthor the king of the men. Embracing their swords the battled long, not a single soldier men or elf entered the battle watching silently the saw king against king. Then at last Hui dealt a deadly blow to the Uthor knocking him to the ground clutching his chest, laughing he stood over him his sword high above his head, “your time is now feeble human,” muttered the dark king. Yet through his delay Uthor grabbed the dagger within his boot and lunged towards Hui’s face slicing upwards he cut him deeply from his left cheek upwards to just above his eye. Shocked Hui staggered backwards, reaching up slowly he touched his cheek, black blood trickled down his glove, Hui had been hurt, this cannot be he though to himself, looking around he saw the elves and men close in upon him. Slowly they advanced, but before one could make the final move Hui pulled a small round object from his sleeve and threw it on the ground. A large flash was heard and a bright light filled the room. Man and elf grimaced at the light and closed their eyes to avoid blindness. As the opened them Hui was gone the trail of blood leading out the door and into the dark forest’s on the edge of the elf kingdom. Shortly after Uthor died and his son became king, his first act was to reinstate the rightful king to the elves throne and once again peace was restored in Taure Arta.

Hui however waits in his forest kingdom, now a lone warrior he hunts men and elves alike, waiting for the chance to reclaim his throne. Many of his dark elf followers also escaped the battle and now live in the forests also. Many have begged Hui to be their king but everytime he refuses saying that he has only one throne. So instead he treks the kingdom, killing merciless until the time will come when he is strong enough to dethrone the new king and take his rightful place.


Magic:

Through his dark spirit he has learnt many an ancient magic. He his strong in most but his skill lies in physical attacks.

Advanced magic:

Rauko: Named after the great vampire elf. Hui transforms into a terrible demon twice his height and triple his strength. His appearance hardly changes yet the mere sight would scare most foes. This will only last for one attack but can be incredibly damaging should Hui strike a hit.

Ambarta: Hui goes into a deep trance, which helps him to concentrate his mind. As he does so the sky turns dark and the world is plunged into darkness. Black rain comes thundering down, when it contacts the skin it burrows deep inside tearing and burning it. Hui remains safe within his trance however he is unable to defend himself while performing it. Should his concentration be broken the rain will halt.

Henulka: Hui’s most powerful attack. A ball of darkness forms within his hands, as he slowly pulls them apart it grows. When it is of full size he throws it at the ground of his opponent’s feet. The dark matter covers the ground they stand on. It boils and bubbles of dark anti-matter. The mere touch of it will liquify the skin literally turning it inside out. The opponent has to be quick to avoid it as it moves fast.

Fighting Style:

Hui is trained well in sword combat one of the highest elf masters. His skill his unmatched, his magic is his weakness apart from his advanced magic he is barely trained, yet as he fights he learns new magic.

Will be adding more in future to add a training element to the magic side of this character.

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