Profile of Makael

Full Name: Makael
Nicknames: Scourge of Revia, The Midnight Terror, Tome seeker.
Age: Unknown, but at least, 100,000 years.
Gender: Male
Race: Bastian (Formerly mortal, now Immortal.)
Affiliation: Servant of the dark god, Oblivion.
Rank: Herald

Hair & Eyes: Jet black hair, length to neck, glowing Red eyes.
Height & Weight: 6"5, about 15 Stone.
Specific Details: Skin is a pale white, due to magical energies. Multiple scars on chest from thousands of previous battles. Almost always found in black plate armour and a thick, tattered cloak. Carries a massive Black sword, with a skull engraved on the hilt.

Place of Birth: Bastia
Place of Residence: N/A, currently traveling between systems.
Parents: Unknown.
Siblings: Unknown.
Children: Daughter, Beralla (Deceased)
Other Relatives: Wife, Lysandra (Deceased)

Likes: Strength, Honorable combat, Cigars.
Dislikes: Cowardice, trickery, failure.
Personality: At the moment, Makael is a blank slate. Unaware of his past, uncertain of his future. Only the voice of his master drives him forward, compelling him to do what it commands, promising a return of his memories and an understanding of the universe.

While the entity within his mind has disabled his memories, some of his personal traits still stuck to his subconscious. He has respect for a worthy opponent, and has been known to spare those who fight to a level he finds satisfactory, despite the painful punishments of his master.

Foes who flee however, will incur his wrath. In the past, cowardly enemies have led his rage to engulf whole worlds. Survivors of past battles have recorded that entire battalions of troops were wiped out after one of their number fled. This thirst for the blood of the weak may be from the influence of his master, however.

He has little taste for food, eating only what he finds. Though with his masters power coursing through him, he eats only to sustain his shell of a body, though his master cares little for it. He has also taken a liking to cigars, having found some after killing a few pirates foolish enough to try and fight him.

History: Born in the very early ages of Mortals, Makael was originally a hunter on the pre-industrial world of Bastia. Little is known of his early history, but it is generally known in legend that the hunter found an ancient temple on his world, the prison of an entity known only as Oblivion. It was there that Oblivion took everything from him. His memories, his compassion, and even his soul. What emerged from the temple was a hollow shell, filled with confusion, and controlled by hate.

The destruction of Bastia is a thing of legend in itself, for not one living thing survived on that doomed world. Men, women, and children were slaughtered without mercy by Makael, granted impossibly great powers by his new master, in exchange for his service. Even his own family were not spared, put to the sword without a second thought by the soulless brute.

From there Oblivion began to show him images of a book, an ancient tome bound in flesh and bone. Through this, Makael would be able to bring his master into the mortal realm, so that he might begin his conquest. Fueled by empty promises and lies, Makael served his master without question, pursuing leads on the book throughout the universe.

Many were lost in this time. It is known that Makael can be held to account for the destruction of the Revian Empire, a member of the Triumvate. As well as countless intergalactic wars, and the destruction of many planets that were lost to legend, or myth.

To this day, Makael pursues the book that his master desires. None dare stand in his way, lest they suffer his terrible wrath.

RP Sample: Makael held the flickering flame to his cigar, lighting it with a brief flash. He took a long, slow drag from it, savouring the flavour, before exhaling slowly, looking up at the night sky, the flames flickering around him drowned out the stars with a grim, red glow.

Around him, the corpses of two hundred Soldiers, the defenders of this pitiful village who had tried to stop him when he arrived. One of the fools had tried to flee, igniting Makael's wrath, resulting in their swift, merciless deaths. Moving the cigar from one side of his mouth to the other, he noticed one of the Soldiers. Still breathing. Whimpering. Probably pretending to be dead in the vain hope that he would survive.

The presence whispered in his skull. Question him. Find out if he knows about the book. Makael obeyed his masters will, lifting the whimpering soldier and holding him up high, watching the wounded fool struggle with a sword wound in his gut, no doubt losing blood. This fool would not last long.

"The book. Where is it."

The soldier began to cry quietly, and all Makael could make out was some gibbering, pathetic attempt to beg for his life. There would be no information from this one. Makael slit the cowards throat there and then, tossing his useless, lifeless corpse to the side. There was no information on this planet. Time to move onto the next one.