Post by Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns on Jun 30, 2012 20:43:16 GMT -6
Name: Mikel Mandos
Aliases: The Baron of Death, The Plague Doktor, The Plague Spreader, Mhaor Palu, The Doktor
Age: Ancient
Gender: None
Species: Death God
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: None
Place of Birth: None
Physical Appearance: The Baron is rather ancient, his entire body is no longer made up of living flesh. Over time he collected pieces parts of random people and other animals including jaw bones and rotten arms. At first glance he would appear to be wearing a black cloak, however, it is actually sewn together decaying skin and flesh from multiple sources. His entire entity alone appears to be thrown together with the utmost random body parts to create an illusion of true death.
Abilities:
The Baron can spread sickness and plague amongst an area, breathing in this toxin can infect a person. If one was to die they would resurrect as one of his minions. The Baron prides himself in the gift of illusion and medicine/poisons.
He is known to spread sickness and fatigue throughout the groups of people and foes alike. Physically he is weak allowing his most gruesome creations to fight for him. The Baron in his past life was a doctor of sorts, a surgeon. In death he creates abominations from random body parts of the dead and brings life into them with the most wrathful souls. These abominations become his core special army in death and destruction.
Weapons: The Plague itself.
History:
Mikel Mandos was a simple man in a simple time. He sailed from unknown lands to a world that was stricken by the plague. Through practice and herbal treatment he helped these elven folk in their time of need. The Elves told him of the Witch Doktor, the one who sent this plague upon them, living in the north amongst the forest near the city there. It was then that Mikel Mandos set off to the North and began the last journey of his life.
Mandos arrived in the city to see it in a panicked uproar with a plague spreading amongst its people. Mikel went about helping these people with his advanced herbal knowledge of medicine. He knew the plague well, it was a simple one that had broken out in his own town generations before he was born. He promised the people he would cure them. He played folly to his words, more people began dying and a riot broke out against Mikel Mandos.
The rioters dragged the man into the forest where they practically did everything to him but kill him. Broken and utterly destroyed he crawled through the woodlands. When he came to a clearing it was obvious he was screwed by the buzzards above and the tailing wolves. Eventually he was mutilated and gnawed upon by the wildlife, he would die to his wounds.
In death, a voice spoke to him, the Witch Doktor himself was dragging Mikel through the forest by what was left of his right leg. “You are a brave man to interfere in my work. A brave man indeed. A fresh one as well.” The Witch Doktor was extremely pale, parts of his face were falling off the rest of him was hidden under thick furs. Everything in the area avoided this man as he dragged Mikel into the camp he had made.
The camp was surrounded by guards dressed in full armor, they remained silent, none of them greeting or speaking in the slightest. None moved, they all stood watching a different corner. The Doktor let Mikel go and went to his tent. He returned holding a bag of dust in his hand where he would turn it over and dump it down Mikel’s open chest cavity.
His wounds healed instantly, his breath returned to him, his eyes opened and he gasped for air. The Doktor smiled at him showing his decaying rotten mouth, “You awaken child. That is good. Death shouldn’t touch you yet. Them peoples, they the ones who caused this to you. They be punished soon enough child.”
Mikel skirted away from him, “Stay away from me you monster!”
The Witch Doktor cackled with laughter saying with it, “Monster? I be bringin’ you back to life! You are to repay me child!”
“Repay you!? How in the gods name do you think I do such a thing?”
“I be wantin’ to spread that plague mo’ and mo’. I can see your mind. I knowin things about you. A doctor, a surgeon, an alchemist. You are the perfec man to do fings I haven’ no knowledge of.”
“I won’t help you kill those people!”
“Fink about it Doctor. Dey be the ones killin you, you know you want to punish them for injustices against youself.”
Mikel got to his feet, he looked at the Witch Doktors decaying face and turned away, “I want nothing more than to punish them.”
“Den you will do as I say.”
“I will do as I please, you will aid me in these creations.”
“Very good doctor.”
The alliance with the Witch Doktor and himself proved helpful to his revenge. He didn’t have the magics the Doktor had, and the Doktor didn’t have the knowledge he had. A year had passed, then two, then three, and so on so forth. The plague was finally perfected. Over the time period Mikel was enchanted and given some power as the arbiter. He recruited necromancers, alchemists, everything short of murderers to aid in getting revenge.
He had an army of abominations, a perfect plague, an entire league of roughnecks who wanted payback for injustices done to them by the people of the city. The Witch Doktor released the plague in the forest, it literally killed everything in its path rotting away tree’s taking the lives of those living in the forest, taking the souls of those dead.
“Dis is good.”
Mikel had his masters back, he lifted his sickle and went around his neck with it putting his foot on the Witch Doktor’s back, “Good by my master.” The Witch Doktor smiled as Mikel pushed his body forward and removed his head. It was instant that Mikel felt different, his body became possessed, his mind corrupt, the cackling etched its way across his skull. He fell to his knees and rose back to his feet unnaturally, his eyes rolled back into his skull.
Finally he settled those eyes were perfectly white. The voice of the Dead God in his head. Mikel was still in control, his hatred grew, his fuel for revenge was increased, but he now had all the powers of the Dead God itself. The plague began spreading into the city killing many people before Mikel used his knowledge and power to resurrect the dead through the souls that the Dead God had collected. An army of corpses and abominations marched on the city some thirty years later taking out nearly everything before Mikel stopped his attack.
The last quarter of the city was given to his necromancers to live in. It would one day become the Dead City itself, a place visited by cut throats and low lives, a place where the outcasts and unliving strayed. Everyone there knew that the forest and the ruins of the city belonged to the one that the elves called, Mhaor Palu. At first, Mikel would show himself in the living half of the city declaring himself ruler of everything around them. He would show himself as a Baron, but some years passed and he decayed beyond recognition, he stopped showing himself to the public and did all of his operations behind the scenes allowing his Necromancers to do his governing for him.
He resides within the Dead City’s true dead area surrounded by his abominations and creations, continuing the work his former master had given for him to do. The Baron of Death…
Aliases: The Baron of Death, The Plague Doktor, The Plague Spreader, Mhaor Palu, The Doktor
Age: Ancient
Gender: None
Species: Death God
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: None
Place of Birth: None
Physical Appearance: The Baron is rather ancient, his entire body is no longer made up of living flesh. Over time he collected pieces parts of random people and other animals including jaw bones and rotten arms. At first glance he would appear to be wearing a black cloak, however, it is actually sewn together decaying skin and flesh from multiple sources. His entire entity alone appears to be thrown together with the utmost random body parts to create an illusion of true death.
Abilities:
The Baron can spread sickness and plague amongst an area, breathing in this toxin can infect a person. If one was to die they would resurrect as one of his minions. The Baron prides himself in the gift of illusion and medicine/poisons.
He is known to spread sickness and fatigue throughout the groups of people and foes alike. Physically he is weak allowing his most gruesome creations to fight for him. The Baron in his past life was a doctor of sorts, a surgeon. In death he creates abominations from random body parts of the dead and brings life into them with the most wrathful souls. These abominations become his core special army in death and destruction.
Weapons: The Plague itself.
History:
Mikel Mandos was a simple man in a simple time. He sailed from unknown lands to a world that was stricken by the plague. Through practice and herbal treatment he helped these elven folk in their time of need. The Elves told him of the Witch Doktor, the one who sent this plague upon them, living in the north amongst the forest near the city there. It was then that Mikel Mandos set off to the North and began the last journey of his life.
Mandos arrived in the city to see it in a panicked uproar with a plague spreading amongst its people. Mikel went about helping these people with his advanced herbal knowledge of medicine. He knew the plague well, it was a simple one that had broken out in his own town generations before he was born. He promised the people he would cure them. He played folly to his words, more people began dying and a riot broke out against Mikel Mandos.
The rioters dragged the man into the forest where they practically did everything to him but kill him. Broken and utterly destroyed he crawled through the woodlands. When he came to a clearing it was obvious he was screwed by the buzzards above and the tailing wolves. Eventually he was mutilated and gnawed upon by the wildlife, he would die to his wounds.
In death, a voice spoke to him, the Witch Doktor himself was dragging Mikel through the forest by what was left of his right leg. “You are a brave man to interfere in my work. A brave man indeed. A fresh one as well.” The Witch Doktor was extremely pale, parts of his face were falling off the rest of him was hidden under thick furs. Everything in the area avoided this man as he dragged Mikel into the camp he had made.
The camp was surrounded by guards dressed in full armor, they remained silent, none of them greeting or speaking in the slightest. None moved, they all stood watching a different corner. The Doktor let Mikel go and went to his tent. He returned holding a bag of dust in his hand where he would turn it over and dump it down Mikel’s open chest cavity.
His wounds healed instantly, his breath returned to him, his eyes opened and he gasped for air. The Doktor smiled at him showing his decaying rotten mouth, “You awaken child. That is good. Death shouldn’t touch you yet. Them peoples, they the ones who caused this to you. They be punished soon enough child.”
Mikel skirted away from him, “Stay away from me you monster!”
The Witch Doktor cackled with laughter saying with it, “Monster? I be bringin’ you back to life! You are to repay me child!”
“Repay you!? How in the gods name do you think I do such a thing?”
“I be wantin’ to spread that plague mo’ and mo’. I can see your mind. I knowin things about you. A doctor, a surgeon, an alchemist. You are the perfec man to do fings I haven’ no knowledge of.”
“I won’t help you kill those people!”
“Fink about it Doctor. Dey be the ones killin you, you know you want to punish them for injustices against youself.”
Mikel got to his feet, he looked at the Witch Doktors decaying face and turned away, “I want nothing more than to punish them.”
“Den you will do as I say.”
“I will do as I please, you will aid me in these creations.”
“Very good doctor.”
The alliance with the Witch Doktor and himself proved helpful to his revenge. He didn’t have the magics the Doktor had, and the Doktor didn’t have the knowledge he had. A year had passed, then two, then three, and so on so forth. The plague was finally perfected. Over the time period Mikel was enchanted and given some power as the arbiter. He recruited necromancers, alchemists, everything short of murderers to aid in getting revenge.
He had an army of abominations, a perfect plague, an entire league of roughnecks who wanted payback for injustices done to them by the people of the city. The Witch Doktor released the plague in the forest, it literally killed everything in its path rotting away tree’s taking the lives of those living in the forest, taking the souls of those dead.
“Dis is good.”
Mikel had his masters back, he lifted his sickle and went around his neck with it putting his foot on the Witch Doktor’s back, “Good by my master.” The Witch Doktor smiled as Mikel pushed his body forward and removed his head. It was instant that Mikel felt different, his body became possessed, his mind corrupt, the cackling etched its way across his skull. He fell to his knees and rose back to his feet unnaturally, his eyes rolled back into his skull.
Finally he settled those eyes were perfectly white. The voice of the Dead God in his head. Mikel was still in control, his hatred grew, his fuel for revenge was increased, but he now had all the powers of the Dead God itself. The plague began spreading into the city killing many people before Mikel used his knowledge and power to resurrect the dead through the souls that the Dead God had collected. An army of corpses and abominations marched on the city some thirty years later taking out nearly everything before Mikel stopped his attack.
The last quarter of the city was given to his necromancers to live in. It would one day become the Dead City itself, a place visited by cut throats and low lives, a place where the outcasts and unliving strayed. Everyone there knew that the forest and the ruins of the city belonged to the one that the elves called, Mhaor Palu. At first, Mikel would show himself in the living half of the city declaring himself ruler of everything around them. He would show himself as a Baron, but some years passed and he decayed beyond recognition, he stopped showing himself to the public and did all of his operations behind the scenes allowing his Necromancers to do his governing for him.
He resides within the Dead City’s true dead area surrounded by his abominations and creations, continuing the work his former master had given for him to do. The Baron of Death…
