Name: Undecided
Species: human, maybe human zombie
Guild: Rakdos
Equipment: two fencer's magemarks, one on his right bicep, another on his left wrist. several daggers and short swords of various sizes and styles, the two largest swords sheathed at his hips, the rest in a belt hung over one shoulder across the opposite hip.
Description: He has minor skills in auramancy, having studied the practices of some noted cursemages, however that proved not to be his true calling. You see, while most mebers of the Cult of Rakdos consider violence to be a game, this man takes a different view of carnage. To him, murder is an art. Each cut, each gash, each severed body part and impaired ability leading up to the final kill is like the stroke of a paintbrush, but while most artists are satisfied to put their work on canvas, he carves his into people's bodies. He's even grown to the point where the act becomes part of the art, each strike, the very movement of his blades become a dance, another aspect of the masterpiece that is death. As sadistic as every other member of the cult, he will often draw an entorage that cheer him through his artworks and cheer at the final products, but the true horror of his deeds is only apparent when he's away from his fellow cultists, when he finds some unsuspecting citizen of Ravnica, and invites them to help him make a new masterpiece, very often has he gone from a shadowy man in the back of the bar, to the man cutting off three people's heads in a whirl of blood and blades after an innocent barmade thought she migth make some extra money as a model.
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The things that live in my head.
I have little ideas in my head. Many of them are fed by my overactive imagination and grow and take on a life of their own. Usually they die off after a while, but I'm getting kinda tired of that. Feel free to comment, it builds their character.
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Hackers always win.