Rhoran of angmar (Done)
Dec 21, 2018 21:10:44 GMT -5
Post by Rhoran on Dec 21, 2018 21:10:44 GMT -5
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Character Name: Ar-nulu
Name Meaning: Night King
Nickname or Alias: Rhoran
Race: Man (black numenorian)
Age: 56 (Numenorian bloodline though he appears as a young man in his early thirties)
Date of Birth: 2954
Place of Birth: Angmar
Current Residence: Mordor
Occupation: Servant of mordor
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He is mostly seen sprouting his armor upon his body. Standing at a height of six foot 7 inches He wears a blackened scale plated full suit of armor with metal forearm gauntlets and spiked shoulders. He also wears a helmet that has a skull of the first man he ever killed made into a visor for his helmet to give him an even greater sinister air about him. He wears a black cape hooded cape that drapes along his back. He wears a pair of metal gauntlets as well that match his armor. A small horizontal scar going down from below his right eyelid to his cheek. His sword that he carries with him is a forty-seven inch Iron blade with serrated edging near the top of the sword, Crafted from iron and a suede wrapped hilt.
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Rhoran is the type of person that gets happiest when out on the battlefield. He enjoys using his wit and is not at all bothered at all by using blackmail tactics and manipulation to get what he wants. He also has no aversion to sacrificing people to further his own goals. In fact, he quite enjoys inflicting psychological damage to people forcing them to watch as he murders a beloved friend or family member He has no problem even sending his most loyal of allies on suicide missions with no remorse what so ever.
Though there are times when his arrogance pops up, But there are exceptions for people he admires such as a person who is able to wound him in battle. He is happy and not at all bothered at all by using blackmail tactics and manipulation to get what he wants. But his preferred method of getting what he wants though Is fear, Fear he believes is a nigh-invulnerable weapon that can not and will to ever fade from existence. It is an ultimate tool and he will do whatever means to gain control over it or gain use of it resorting to bloody massacres of villages and removing the heads and placing them on pikes.
Rhoran has a deep love of fighting stemming back to the days of his youth. He also feels holding back in a fight can be essential he can learn his opponent's true strength while he conserves his own. There is another thing he believes in making him more like a monster. He believes in absolutely no mercy when it comes to a life or death decision towards his enemies being more orc-like and hewing the bodies of the dead. He may show a little kindness to his allies and not have them executed should they of proven themselves worthwhile, though that is a very rare instance.
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Parents: Borhren (father deceased), Morowen (Mother,deceased)
Siblings: Only child
Spouse: None yet
Children: No children
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In the year 2954, there came into this word a new life. Borhren and his wife had a child. The newborn rhoran was quite a fierce child for his birth had been a very ferocious battle. His mother and father lived in the what remained of Angmar making a living off what they could with what they had. They moved daily from ruined home to ruined home not wishing to remain ion one place too long. For you see the blood of Angmar ran through Rhoran's mother's veins and most people would see it ended lest the truth be found out. Assassins were sent numerous times to quell the foul bloodline of Angmar. but time and time again they failed and were killed. But during one such fight it induced labor in his mother and so she gave birth after the fighting was done. So he was born from battle a rare thing to occur, his father had been slain while the mother survived after her birthing.
Many years passed Rhoran's mother raising him as best as she could taking no new husband nor any other man again, since the death of her beloved husband. At the tender age of the while out hunting for some deer Rhoran stumbled upon the ruins of carn dum. He had tracked a dear to that area but it seemed the deer knew better than to go into a place so well filled with evil that it was choking the life from the snowy area. Being a child and inquisitive he wanted to investigate it but his mother told him never to go into that place. So he left and followed the deer and took it down and returned home but upon his ret, urn he found a dreadful site. the home they had made for themselves. However, when he returned it was lit almost ablaze his mother lay seemingly slain at the door she held a locked container within her arms small enough for parchment to be concealed in and yet small enough to be overlooked. His mother slowly opened her eyes to gaze upon her son one last time returned to her for a few moments barely able she spoke to her son of the documents inside it was part of there legacy. She soon passed this world leaving behind her son orphaned and alone with nothing but those documents. He took them and left her to be burned in the fire of the home.
He guarded those scrolls with his life because it was all that was nearly left of his family's legacy. He could trace his lineage back to the second age but a name so old and weathered that the pages were crumbling the ink had faded on the oldest of names. He took off from the north and traveled the world learning from various instructors about combat but what truly drew his attention was the arcane arts. even the simplest of tricks delighted him he wanted to know how to wield that power for his own ends. He kept his ancestry secret he could not afford to be discovered yet oh no now was not the time for the second coming of Angmar bloodline. So he waited and watched the world traveling across all the reaches learning everything he could about sorcery, witnessing events such as Harondor being reclaimed by the Haradrim taking place in the battle was one of the most proudest moments in his life for he knew what it was to fight against other men and he enjoyed it., For nearly 60 years onward he traveled the world learning about the mastery of magic and understanding it as best as he could he had a decent concept and could attempt a few powerful spells on his own. But he was no true sorcerer he was a warrior.
Like his ancestor before him, he to tasted the darkness and fell into the shadow of evil. He even went to the high fells to examine and rob his great grandfather's tomb. But when he arrived he met an unexpected surprise. The tombs were open thrust open from the inside the bodies are gone and the items they were buried with. He was furious that the tombs were ransacked but why would they take the dead. this puzzled him greatly before he felt something a sort of calling to him. It was most unusual sensation it felt somewhat familiar but he had no memory of it. There he went on to travel towards the mysterious calling. He traveled by instinct following the calling to the dark woods of Mirkwood. He then found the fortress of dol guldor in its ruins the calling was strongest and so he went into the fortress. There he met the one known as the necromancer he spoke in the black tongue of Mordor speaking about Rhoran's lineage and revealing to him the faded names of the paper er-murazor. The necromancer promised him much for his services apply to his greed for power he swore his service to the necromancer and his servants.