Darkenmoon

Race:Vampire
Alignment:Evil
Age:2561 years
Height:6'0
Weight:200 stones

In his human years Darkenmoon was called Elbardin
D'thorien and he was a man obsessed with history and
culture. His studies brought him to the ruined fortress
Angmar where he excavated many ancient tombs and ruins.
He learned much of what happened at Angmar in its years
of glory, and he would lock himself in the ruined chambers and pour
over his materials and tomes nightly in search
of the fortress' secrets. One night, in the crypt of an
Ancient Noldorian High King, he was startled that the
room suddenly grew colder. The light of his candle
flame dimmed to almost non-existence casting dark
and dancing shadows all about the chamber. When he
felt the icy grip of cold clawed hands grasping his shoulders
he thought that he had awoken the Witch King himself.
He felt his body go limp, and before he lost conciousness
he saw the faint glimmer of a crimson pair of eyes watching
him as he fell. When he awoke all was black, and he
heard grunts and growls emanating from all around
him. A great black figure appeared above him looking
down on him as he opened his eyes. "Bring Him". a
harsh and gutteral voice said in an accent that he was not
familiar with, and as the black figure departed and he
was hoisted to his feet and led away into the dark
recesses of Angmar, which was now heavily under
reconstruction. Many questions in Darkenmoon's life remain
unanswered, but he has chosen to embrace the Dark
Powers he was given and he chose to abandon his mortal name.
As a servant of Morgoth he was taught the ways of
magick under Sauron himself, and he rose to be one of
his greatest apprentices.