PermalinkAge: Unknown
Race: Mundarus
Kingdom: N/A Traveler of sorts.
Backstory: In the year 2764, or the Final Year, some would call it, the Mundarians were hard at work, creating life. They were an intriguing folk, having complete control over Imagination, balancing Light and Dark. But this was an extra peculiar day. This day, in the city of Algrath, the capitol of the Empire of Hakkan, the Agiris Council was in a heated debate over a strange artifact. This artifact was a huge obsidian chunk, that would occasionally glow a deep red. Some of the Agiris Council demanded it's destruction. Most of them wanted to test it, believing it to be an Imaginative Source. This was a poor decision. Masters of Imagination poured from everywhere, experimenting and observing the Artifact. They stripped it down to it's fibres, and rebuilt it, in their minds. And then, one day, it broke. No one knew why. It just split in half, and stopped glowing. The Masters of Imagination left, disappointed.
Three days later, all hell broke loose. The city of Algrath suddenly collapsed, with few survivors. Suddenly, villages started disappearing, or children would die. A plague was spreading.
A plague of dull.
People began to grow unimaginative.
Stupid.
Dull, dull, dull.
And one day, they just grew so dull, they just sat down, and never stood up again, cursed to sit there until they died.
Except for the Survivors of Algrath.
They did not simply die.
They fed. They thrived, they grew, but they were scarred.
Scarred past the point of recognition, in body and in mind. They would never be the same. They were exiles, from their own land.
They sometimes stuck together, but mostly, they went their separate ways, trying to contain themselves. But they couldn't do it forever.
You see, this people were so strongly affected by the Darkness flowing out of the stone, that they became creatures, horrible, horrible creatures. Half man, half demon, of a sort. And they fed not on flesh, but on Imagination.
That is correct, they devoured imagination. Both dark and light. They did not like this moral sin, but they were forced to. They contain themselves in a human visage, but when the time comes to feed, or on other occasions, their flesh, their body burst open, similar to a watermelon, and somehow, impossibly, a large, terrifying forms crawls out, and feeds on the person's Imagination. Now, usually, unlike for the Mundarians, the stealing of a person's Imagination doesn't cause them to die such a death, they are crippled of Imagination, and this affects them deeply. Even though the robbing of their imagination does not outright kill them, many commit suicide, as they feel they are missing something. It is unknown if they use the Imagination of others to fuel their own.
This of course crippled the Agiris Council. All but one of them died.
The one that survived was Mundlichar. He was an important figure in the Agiris Council, and was always ravenous for power. He was born in the city of Algrath, a nobleman like all others of the Agiris Council, and was in fact the adviser of the Last Emperor. After the Emperor was dethroned, and the Agiris Council came into order, Mundlichar was distrusted, being a huge supporter of the emperor during the Great War. This doubtful thoughts were soon put to rest, as Mundlichar gradually proved himself. He watched Agiris Council Members come and go, as he outlived them. His source of youth was unknown to all but him, for he had such a Large Imagination as a boy, that he conjured a bottle of youth, of which he sipped from every day ever since. He was quite intelligent and wise, from his many years of life, and was always friendly. The Empire of Hakkan thrived with him in the Agiris Council. But his transformation changed him. He became cruel, sadistic, malevolent, and ravenous, and soon became a shadowy figure wherever he went. Soon, he was exiled from the lands, and was sent on a boat to the Other Lands, of which he dwells in now, alone and despised.
Appearance:
False Form:
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True Form:
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Personality: Ravenous, sometimes dangerously so, to himself and definitely to others. Intelligent, and strong, not very friendly.
Anything else: French babies
