The Necromancer's Grimoire

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Marton is well bred, well mannered, well educated, and while not quite the sadist he once was he still has a tendency to be fairly sociopathic. He has very little regard for most people, though a great regard for power--that certainly hasn't changed--though, surprisingly there's something he holds in even higher regard now that he has Karl. While he used to believe that people are nothing more than pawns to be used, now he would much prefer if they just left him alone to find peace with his companion.

A necromancer and a natural medium, Marton's abilities run deep. He is an expert in blood magick and necromancy: the pulling of energy, the summoning of spirits and the raising of the dead. However, there is little that this sorcerer has not dabbled in, and while he is quite adept at conjuring demons and creating pacts to bind them into service he is not very willing to dabble in those rituals any longer. He's not nearly as obsessed with the dark arts, immortality, demonic dealings, and power in general as he one was; however, his magick is still very much a large part of who he is and he might always hunger for blood and power.

Months ago the dark noble abandoned his barony--those unwelcoming lands of reclaimed marshes filled with sinking sands and dangerous bogs and terrible beasts. Having taken to a life spent on the run with his lover Karl, those wastelands are desolate now, empty of even the indentured peasants who once lived there. Meanwhile, Karl and Marton flee the King's soldiers and seek out a peaceful existence, currently living in the solitude of an ancient forest.

Not too many moons ago, Marton would have scoffed at anyone who would have dared suggest that he would one day be living life on the run like a common criminal--actually, he would have done far worse than merely scoff. Demonic torture, nearly loosing his and Karl's lives and ultimately discovering love have a way of changing a person though. Marton is straying from the dark path he once relished in, no longer listening to his demons nor killing merely for pleasure. In Karl's eyes, the necromancer finds himself redeemed and, in fact, it is only with Karl that he has ever imagined that he would wish to be so. He would say that any goodness he may harbor comes only from Karl, but perhaps the long neglected seeds for his change were always there in his barren heart merely waiting for his lover to light the darkness.

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Marton's old profile can be found here

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I am so not the real Marton Csokas, nor do I claim to be. I am sure that he is quite a lovely fellow in real life and would never dabble in such dark arts and twisted obsessions as these. Do not take this to heart. Necromancers aren't real. Dragons aren't real. Marton isn't rea...damn, I was on a roll there. Oh well, even if Marton is a real person, this character is completely imaginary. This is fiction. Absolutely no truth to it whatsoever. Made it all up. This is for the Alternative Universe RPG shardsofnarsil.

Full disclaimer available HERE.

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