Ferrum Cazzak

[Ferrum Cazzak]

First Name: Ferrum
Last Name: Cazzak

Appearance:
Race: Fire Genasi (Used to be Human)
Age: 24
Height: 6"1
Weight: 230 pounds
Eyes: Redish orange
Hair: Fire
Facial Hair Style: None

Personality Profile:
General Health: Tough, Hearty.
Deity: Bhaal
Initial Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Profession: Bodyguard
Base Class & Proposed Development: Fighter, Bodyguard
Habits/Hobbies: Blending in with everyone else, and slowly inching his way towards what he craves most. Death and destruction.
Languages: Common
Weapon of Choice: Longswords

Background:
As brief as his initial life was Ferrum Cazzak was a mercenary of ill repute who didn't do a very good job, his career ending because of a botched job and his employer killing him out right, but this would not be the end of his soul's will to live. His soul was reincarnated into a different body. His eyes opened once more, Surrounded by 3 people. One named Gareth, another Verith. And another named Kalsyn, He looked at his hands blackened as if burned by fire and a tingling of his hair made him look at his reflection in the water as he saw his reflection in the water he screamed aloud "A Fire Genesi? But...I remember being human!" These people found them as so torn up and destroyed that they could not resurrect him in the traditional sense because his body was too far decayed by the swampy waters. For what was a brief moment he was dumb struck as a malevolent force entered his mind. He was told this story of who was by some unknown source as he was resurrected, and he believed it forgetting completely what his past life truly was, with these words crawling in his mind;

"A few thousand years ago, there once was a human named Farrum Callek. This man was feared from The Silver Marches to the Endless wastes. The mortal started his conquest of controlling the realm with Winterkeep, A remote area of land with a fortress of people from an unknown origin.. Killing everything and everyone there with a mere group of three others. He ruled the land with an iron fist that shook the lands of Faerun itself. One started a faction of Necromancers that dominated all and lived in the Anauroch Desert. He, Farrum and the rest conquered all that they could, building their empire. They called themselves.. The Imaskari. They waged war with an undistinguished enemy, and that enemy forced them... Or at least all that was smart enough. Underground. Their dwellings are now known as The City Of Shade. Farrum and his friend.. More so his so-to-speak king, was on a quest for immortality. And almost gained it, but the war with this unknown enemy ruined all chances of it. And he fled to the Fields of the Dead, searching for more answers as the empire they controlled was inevitably lost. The Imaskari destroyed. Their fame in shambles. He found nothing for several uneventful years of his life and made his move to the coast, Cloak wood. There he lived trying to survive on anything he could knowing that the enemy that destroyed his home was after him, slowly loosing what strength he had left.. Falling from his high power to nothing."


Goals: To conquer whats his and reach immortality (although that's obviously not going to happen... unless we make me a part of an event or something. Don't know.)

Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: Everything in the bio. Pretty much.

[Passiflora]

Reviewed - Need some changes before the reward.