Name: Ogdoad

"I despise my enemies as much as i would my friends for defending me with their ignorance"

User E-mail: messiah@industrythirteen.com

Age: 600

Height: 7'1"

Race: Drow

Gender: male

Country of Origin: Past

Occupation: Runs an apothecary in the shabby "downtown" area of Lock, with his assistant Kauket. However, his appearance is rare, and only shows his face when a customer desires special assistance or a special brew. At night, he leaves the shop to Kauket to close, wandering back to his apartment. He has never been seen after dark by many. His nocturnal disappearances lead to odd rumors.

Likes: Being left alone, mixing his potions and dabbling in the backroom of his apothecary with alchemic substances, reading his many books. An enemy whom challenges him physically and intellectually

Dislikes: Being bothered by people who often don't know what they're looking for, or people who just don't know how to use his potions correctly. He gets rather grouchy when people ask him where he's been. Anyone defending him ignorantly and inexpertly.

Family: Amunet (mother, dead) Kuk (father, political martyr)

Appearance: has handsome, sharp features, but the left side of his dark face looks like it's been eaten away by fire, or acid, his eye left undamaged. His long white hair travels to the length of his back, tied near the end, a have loose strands hanging over one end of his face, like a veil over the decrepit skin. The drow wears fairly dark, loose clothing, and sometimes a pair of spectacles over his nose. A tattoo rests to the side of his left clavicle.

Expertise:

*Magical*

dabbles in alchemy, ice, death and illusion. if he can imagine a potion, he can make it do anything.

*Non-Magical*

an accomplish swordsman, as well as solid hunter

Genealogy: A single child to Amunet and Kuk

Pets: He has no actually pets, but would almost think of Kauket as one, although knows she is her own person.

Weapons: carries two nine millimeter revolvers, a combat knife and a delicate, yet powerful saber

History: Born and raised in Past, Ogdoad's parents were part of the aristocracy, his father an assistant to the queen in foreign and domestic affairs, his mother a first maid to her royal highness. Ogdoad was trained as an aristocrat, the arts of etiquette, social affairs, how to hold his head up high, as well as fencing, dancing, reading and even basic science, which his father taught him when his mother was away, and no eyes were prying. However, Ogdoad learned of his father had a hidden agenda to dethrone the queen and topple her tyranny over the Past. His father worked secretly, gathering resources, names and supporters, but was ultimately beheaded in the end, as a political martyr. The last time he talked to his mother was the night he was told to run to Lock, before the Queen's men came for her.

Lock was a strange land to Ogdoad, frightening at first, but he soon grew used to it, setting up a small shop in an abandoned garage in the downtown area, where he used all that he had learned to create medicine and potions many had never seen. He worked in that shop, making just enough to support himself for what seemed an eternity, before a fallen angel seemed to fall right in front of his doorstep. He learned she was Kauket, from Past as well. Finding her oddly like his father, Ogdoad, although embittered by his ages spent on Lock, put it aside, and allowed her to work with him in the shop, and even found she brought him some comfort and joy, even a bit more business.

Ogdoad, although righteous, has a dark past, but from within that darkness shines a bright light.