Standing at the edge of Oblivion the creaturek nown only as the nightmare stepped quietly between the fabrics of the metaphysical and corpreal planes of exsistence. Once again he had jumped through the rift of the abyss into the vortex of realms. What curious place would he land in now, what dark secret would he bring, and what scar would forever be left upon those whos paths crossed his own.
Drakken was born in the Abyss, the abomination from the combining of a reminants of souls that spanned the abyss. Souls of warlords, assassins, and demons spawned within themselves a lifeform, and its ever since wandered the realms through the help of the Abyss.
Standing 6 foot tall even the creature looked like a normal mortal except for his cascading pools of shadows that circled in the orbs if his eyes. His naturally long hair was the color of night, streaked with shock blue color as marking of passing through the abyss. His clothes themselves were nothing more than mere shadows, manipulated and given a tangible form to fit snugly against his lithe yet well managed form.
He bore the insignia of the Abyss upon his back, a tattoo of a vortex with a lone Kris Dagger striking down the middle of it. Upon his sides he wore a set of daggers that he collected from a realm in the ages of the past. The serrated blades of his knives bore the resemblance of a flame, though the blades were both the same color, a smoke grey. The blades themselves seemed crystaline, and inside was the swirling smoke of the abyss, captured and bound into the knives they were the "Abyssal Daggers".
