Current Character Description - Demortes Peron

A thin, tall man stands in front of you. His raggedy clothes seem to be older then he is. The shirt is all moth eaten and full of holes. The pants on this human are a bit better then his shirt. He walks with a slight limp. Looking into his eyes, you notice a hazel color. As you take a closer look to his skin, it seems dirty, yet you can tell he doesn't get out in the sun much. You blink and all of a sudden he is in a long cape and what looks to be a brand new outfit type. Looking at his mouth, you notice a couple of fangs. No one moves as soon as he arrives into your area. He stares straight at you, and moves in to bite your neck. When he is what seems 2 centimeters away from your neck, he stops, and disappears and reappears in the same old cloths. He then walks on like nothing happened.

Demortes' fathers death

After a debate with some local citizens in Westbridge, Demortes heads to the Backstreet Billards Healing Area, for a short get-away. As the half-orc was sitting on the couch, drinking, a weird noise came from within the room. Demortes was the only one in the room. The fanged male was wierded out a little, but thought nothing big of the sound. Another sound came from behind the bar. The sound of glass shattering on the floor behind the bar continued. Demortes raised to his feet quickly. "Who's there?" said the frightened lich. A small human figure, about six foot in height. The short hair told Demortes it was a male. "Who, or what, are you?" bellowed the defensive half-orc. "Don't you know the spirit of you own flesh and blood?" cried a deep hallow voice. "Wha what?" cried the frightened Demortes. "I am your father," cried the voice once again. "My father is dead. Killed by mothers kind." "That is what you believe. Do you know what truly happened?" said the spirit. Demortes nodded, as he was looking disappointed. "You tried fleeing, you were fleeing from those that support the Rok, you bastard. As with my mother, I will die fighting against the Rok, not fleeing like you had done." The spirit came closer to his son. "Is that what they told you?" the father said. "Here let me show you," the father said, moving faster toward his own flesh, and blood. The father wasn't walking. He was floating. The almost translucent spirit had floated through Demortes at an incredible speed that Demortes had hit his head on the end of the couch he had fallen back on. He is now laying unconscious on the floor, dreaming, dreaming of the fathers death.

Introduction to the Pax

A stranger walks into the Blue Moon Tavern, which a HalfOrc is standing in, looking out the window. This stranger seems to look at the HalfOrc with some extreme interest. The HalfOrc starts speaking first, the words coming out of his mouth to the human. "Welcome Demortes. By joining the forces of the Pax, you have sworn to protect the world, from the force we know as Ragnarok." "I have already agreed to this Krogenar," stated the human, "but if I must, I will agree again. I will do anything within my power to protect those in need from the Rok." Krogenar smiles, as Demortes looks at Krogenar and the surroundings. There is a small emblem on the wall. With a closer look at the multi colored ropes, which come to form a knot, Demortes thought to himself, "Is that a knot?" Krogenar nods. "How did you know the thoughts going through my head?" Demortes had asked. "You were examining it closely, and others have asked the same question." Demortes smiled at Krogenar. Demortes goes back to check out the room. It was a smaller room, one of the small rooms of the building. "If you can, please leave now, I have other things to attend." Krogenar turns to the window, looking at the sky above the realms. Demortes smiles at the short, about 5 feet is Demortes' guess, HalfOrc. Demortes leaves through the closed door, without opening it. Demortes chuckles. His fangs are visable now. "We shall see who wins this fight now." Demortes finds a near window, and looks at The Rok. "Your going down."