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| − | ''Oh yes, in the future, almost everyone will be a zombie. We already have the secret to immortality, you see; once we find a way to retain the spirit and prevent putrefaction, we'll have the beginnings of a post-mortal | + | ''Oh yes, in the future, almost everyone will be a zombie. We already have the secret to immortality, you see; once we find a way to retain the spirit and prevent putrefaction, we'll have the beginnings of a post-mortal age of civilization.'' |
===Abilities=== | ===Abilities=== | ||
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| − | ''' | + | '''Amruin:''' Sense (Ultra-Hearing), Sense (Acute Smell), Limited (Partial Color Blindness) |
===Background=== | ===Background=== | ||
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At the time, Tavaxi was an Occult Philosopher in the Ctarian capitol, who wrote on the promise of Necromancy as a means to defeat death. Though he'd long been ostracized by rat folk society for failing to produce children (having never been attracted to the opposite gender), his life was settled and comfortable. When the day came that he was forced from his home at musketpoint, however, he found that he had no clan to fall back on. With nowhere else to turn, Tavaxi made a place for himself in the unfamiliar society of humans, plying the rare trade of a Necromancer for Imperial clients. | At the time, Tavaxi was an Occult Philosopher in the Ctarian capitol, who wrote on the promise of Necromancy as a means to defeat death. Though he'd long been ostracized by rat folk society for failing to produce children (having never been attracted to the opposite gender), his life was settled and comfortable. When the day came that he was forced from his home at musketpoint, however, he found that he had no clan to fall back on. With nowhere else to turn, Tavaxi made a place for himself in the unfamiliar society of humans, plying the rare trade of a Necromancer for Imperial clients. | ||
| − | At twenty- | + | At twenty-eight, old age is rapidly approaching. Still, he's found himself oddly optimistic; immortality- either of the physical or metaphorical variety- somehow still seems just around the corner. |
===Racial Template=== | ===Racial Template=== | ||
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Stealth 4 | Stealth 4 | ||
| − | ''' | + | '''Amruin:''' Sense (Ultra-Hearing), Sense (Acute Smell), Limited (Partial Color Blindness) |
Total Cost: 4 | Total Cost: 4 | ||
