The Dark Legion Tribe
The Dark Legion is a tribe of the Night As they look for new members anyone with a head on there shoulders is looked at with potential. There land is in a mountain on the outskirts guarded by the dead.
Rule 1) If you are to fight in the tribe take it to the arena but you may not deal a death blow.
Rule 2) Do not pester or mess with the undead tending the land because they may be hungery and your offering them yourself as food.
Rule 3) All are welcome but all New comers to the land Must talk to Grob and address there reason for being there.
Rule 4) If something were to happen the Tribes Leader Grob has Last words as to the outcome and he is not mercifull.
Darth
Height: 5'11''
Race: Undead/Demon
Backstory: Darth was the second born son of Dramlathi. Always being ridculed by him took a fondness to his Brother first born Pyro tried to follow in his footsteps. One day he had enough of his fathers tortures and left like his brother. He addopted the love and art of stealth and darkness being able to see threw peoples fake fronts of happyness and careing into the dark souls of the ones who of all else feared themselves. Taking a strong liking to the magics aswell he can produce portals only to places he has been many times.
Working as a mercinary pent him up against a man he at first loathed but grew to respect as he fought well and wore what he found to be his brothers insignia his name was Grob. Truly he enjoys the new modern weapons but the old clothing wearing a not to light but not to heavy armor as black as midnight making him as silent as a whisp of wind. He has talked to Grob and is now part of the Tribe The Dark Legion where he wants to meet his expectations that everyone knew his brother for.
Grob
Height: 6'1"
Race: Undead/vampire
Back Story: He was an assasin in life that caught a strange sickness before he died. He awoke months later in a coffin burried in cermonial assasin black leather. He pounded on the lid of the coffin franticly as he heard voices from the outside. He heard wood splintering as the lid came off his eyes adjusting to the glow as the undead and Skeletons stood over him. He jumped grabing his knifes as a Black cloaked fuiger walked over to him. The Man removed his hood Smiling with his fangs telling Grob that he could make him more powerfull. Grob accepted the gift from the man named Pyro. He fought under the man and clashed against another assasin named Darth many times, as he finds out later is Pyro's kin.
The grew a rivalry but have much respect for eachother. Grob also in his travels saved a young Necromancer named Blair before he left her in the woods she begged to be turned and he left her with the statement " I am sure we will meet again" fuigering he would never see her. Grob is now the Leader of the Dark Legion, adopting his former masters idea of hiding under ground in the mountains. He is skilled with the use of guns, but prefers a more subtle route of blades. He is very deadly and cunning, but does what he must to keep order and deal judgement.
Blair Silren
Height:5'8''
Race: Human
Back story: Blair was born in a small camp known to few but the ones who lived there. At a young age she was tought the art of magic and wichcraft, along with herbs and medicine. At the age of 13 she made her first staff. A proud day for her but A warning to the elder council as most can't reach the tree and come back without injury at the age of 16. She then started to become looked at diffrently so she stayed indoors. Her mother as per the code of the clan left her after she made her staff. And there was no father to speak of. Reading there books and becomeing more and more facinated with necromancy that was forbiden in there clan she started to practice.
At the age of 18 her powers surpased most in her village, she was called to the council chambers for a meeting when she pleaded her case as the elders started to vote on her exile her anger built as she mutterd the words of a spell summoning 30 grotesk creatures that attacked the council. A few members died before she ran from the village into the forest. Three weeks went by as she was wondering around looking for nourishment when she was attacked by five feinds knowing her powers were weak she defended herself the best she could killing two as she thought this would be how she died, A man jumped from the tree's slashing a blade so fast all she saw was a blur as the fiends fell he cleaned his weapon looking too her, his bright red eyes the only feature she could see under his mask.
She knew from her books he was a vampire and begging before he left to change her and take her with him and for his name. "My name is Grob and I am sure we will meet again." He said as he disapeared into the woods. She finaly made it out of the woods and wondered for 3 years before bumping into the man that saved her life. She now lives contintly in his Tribe. Waiting impatintly on the gift of the night.
Thalandrial
Height: 6'0"
Race: Skeleton/undead
Backstory: Thalandrial goes by Thal for short. He worked as a servant under Dramlathi untill his end when Pyro killed him. He then showed Pyro his potential as a leader and not a mindless object and for that was made a Camander of Pyro's undead army. He was there with Pyro when they opend Grob's casket. He dosn't remember anything before working for Dramlathi.
After Pyro's end he wonderd in the dark amlessly for what he thought felt like an eternity when he was once again summond from the abyss by Grob giving him the rank of Overal Comander of the milita of undead for The Dark Legion and Left hand man of Grob. He wears a suit of armor and weilds what ever weapon he deems right at the moment.