Garvix was born within the Cosmic gateway known as gerlin, a hole in within a black hole. The place was far far away. No outsiders ever came here, and the people born here were Godlike. They worshipped the seven stones of the primal power, The Emerald, Saphire, The Diamond, The Ruby, The Jet, The Tigereye and the Onyx. these stones were the pillars of there vain society. Everything revolved around these stones as well as every one. Each stone was made into a pedant, in which the seven high Khaun of their society wore. Each was an elder, and a master within certain fields of power and magic. They were the last remaining people, Soul survivors of the Phantasm's Jyhad, This Phantasm, ( Runike) made it his purpose in life to destroy all races. Like a mass slayer. He destroyed all that he thought was left of the Aberon race, but some managed to escape. Plane shifting into a better world were they found themselves alone amongst each other.

From time to time the several High Khauns chose students in which would continue the reign of the High Khaun upon their death. Although Aberon's never aged they tended to find themselves targets of Underground outcast Aberon's who in which thought the ways of the Seven Khauns were unjustified and senseless. Of course the Khauns new about them and sent in Extinction groups under the surface to eliminate these threats, but no matter how many times they did this they could never rid the danger completely, for more of these vigilante groups seemed to spring up everywhere. One of these underground groups was known as the Onyx Star. A group of some of the best Aberon Fighters around, they were outcasted plainly because the Aberon race was now peaceful and had no need for warriors nor violence, for they were alone on this desolate planet. These warriors rebelled and thus went underground for constant safety, killing off extinction groups that came after them, they made their way through mass underground tunnels which were burrowed by the rare Death Worms that inhabited the planet, but they were not a large nuisance so these worms tended to prosper.

The Onyx Star had plenty of members, but the numbers seemed to drop with each Extinction group they encountered. This did not stop there goal in ridding the society of the Seven Khauns. One of the well known warriors of this group known as Silak Vancourt fell inlove with a fellow warrioress, whom he found dear to him. She was a tall slim figure and Silak was a High bred warrior, looking tall, like an orc, his skin grey and low toned, his eyes beaten with a golden color in which seemed to glisten and stand out in the darkness, he wore thick steel armor and carried a huge battle axe, the difference in statue didn't seem to bother them, but the warrioress( Tylana) was not interested in the man, which seemed to disturb him greatly.

Upon one reconassaince exbidition the Onyx Star found themselves surrounded by a more advanced Extinction group. The group fell within the first minutes, but limbs flew and more and more died on both sides, finally in mid battle Silak turned to find Tylana gone, she ran away, in fear of death. Silak quickly tore the head from a random Extinction group's member's body and chased down a long tunnel where he thought she would have went. His armor smeared in blood and his temper flaring he found her, but not in fear, she was propped up against a wall, a member of the Onyx Star infornt of her, making love to her, while other's were dying out there. Silak felt the Rage in his warrior blood come to a boil and quickly imbedded hisaxe into the team members back, the man dropped dead on the spot. Tylana was startled, her dress pulled up while sitting on a rock Silak moved ontop of her, covering her mouth as he raped the women he smiled and growled low in his throat with the motion of his and her own hips, she seemed to like it, and let him have his way with her. After an hour or two of this, Silak turned and walked away from the women, who was sweaty and out of breath. He proceeded back to the battle in which the Onyx Star once again rose in victory over yet another extinction group.

Weeks later Tylana found out she was pregnant with Silak's child. Silak did not want kin so he planned on killing the women and the unborn child so this would not be known, but when he went to do this job he couldn't bare, seeing the hurt in the women's emerald eyes he pushed her aside, and gave her one chance to live, he pointed to the surface. He wanted her to leave this underground society and take the child, and herself above to live for the rest of their lives, in which he did not want his name mentioned to the son at all. The women dismally agreed and made her way to the surface, where she was instantly taken by the bright light. She found herself accepted into society swiftly and enjoyed it, following the ways of the Seven Khauns which she adorned. Upon another great day 9 months later, the child was born. She named the youngster Alexander and raised him by the means of a fatherless child hood,. Alexander only knew that his father was killed, or so that was what she told him. he was a squire under the 6th Khaun of saphire which was a great thing to any one at the age of 14.

One night while working within the temple of the Khauns he found himself surrounded by three of the other squires, they demaded coins from him and called him an outcast and his mother a whore, also insulting his father, Alexander only knowing his father was a great warrior and died honorably began fighting back, his fists swinging he took two of the youngsters to the ground with one blow, and then with more rage he fought the third, it was a haze, and he couldn't remember what happened, but when he came to his senses he found only him standing their on the marble floor, and there, the floor before him, a child drenched in blood, one of his attackers, dead, killed by Alexander's own hand. He was outcasted by the Seven and forced to roam their world alone. He soon found his way into a great forest, with only tattered rags and a single rusted old short sword, he made himself a small lean-too, in which he slept in, during the days he would hunt for food and ate what ever he could. At nights, he would stare out into the darkness, dreaming of the day he could be reunited with his mother, and avenge his name.

Walking through the forest one day, 5 years after his outcasting, he slipped on a wet stone near a river bank and found himself plummeting down a long tunnel of mud n water. He landed in a cove, and stood slowly, a bit shaken peering about, seeing torches on the walls he knew instantly someone or something lived in these depths, immediately he thought of the Death Worms, but then realized the tunnel was not big enough and Death Worms had no hands! He walked down the tunnel slowly, his long scraggly brown hair falling aside his grey toned face, his muscles were huge, after all, his father was a high-bred warrior. He wore a dirt stained tattered white gown which hung down to his almost useless sandals. He stumbled into the camp of some sorta group, which he would later discover to be the Onyx Star.

The group took him in as if one of their own, teaching him the ways of fighting and their assassin abilities. He grew strong, and wise, and became one of the best fighters within the group in two years time. He was admired and the few women within the group adored him and wished to be with him forever. But he showed no interest in sex at this moment, by the teaching of the Onyx Star, he grew to hate the surface world and the people there. Then when he thought of his outcasting, he grew even more angered. Then one day he encountered Silak and they talked, Silak was drunk but Alexander was perfectly stable, under alcoholic beverages or not. Silak went on boasting about battles and how great he was until he came upon the discussion of a lady he once had sex with and practically raped. He mentioned her name was Tylana, immediately Alexander's eyes widened focusing on Silak," yeah" Silak continued," she was a dirty whore, I caught her fucking Rexel in a back tunnel during a battle, I raped her, then found she was pregnant,and forced her to go to the surface..." His words were stopped as Alexander's voice raged," You are my father!" he shouted," You are no warrior! You're a sicken old man!" tears in his eyes and anger bubbling in him, Alexander sunk his blade deep into the skull of Silak dropping him dead. The Onyx Hand found out about this and chased the Young fighter down many tunnels and for many miles, till he once again escaped certain death; outcasted again.

In the depths of the tunnels he still trained and became even better yet. One day he made his way to the surface in which he found his mother sleeping. Angered with her lies, he slit her throat, covering her mouth smothering all the screams, he watched, smiling as his mother slipped into death. The Night was cold, no sounds heard as he crept up the temple of the Seven's steps. He didn't care, he was willing and ready to die at this moment so he decided to atleast try for revenge. He slipped into the fits room of one of the Seven, unseen nor heard, and with that, the man lay slain in his bead in a matter of seconds. Through the night he worked until all the men were dead within the temple. His hands bloody, tears in his eyes, sweat pouring down his body, he dropped to his knees outside the temple and stared to the sky, cursing the gods with everything he knew. Until finally everything went black, he awoke in a room where he found an old man towering over him, wearing a sign on hid chest he only knew vaguely, it was the pendant of the Prism, the next void to come, but that was only a prophecy, could it be real? He thought as he lay there. The man became his mentor, and he studied under him until one day the man lay sick and ill, he handed Alexander a staff which he always carried and slipped the shroud with the pendant on it onto the man." I have trained you for this day Alexander,,,please prove my hopes and wishes were never wrong.." The man dropped dead.

Alexander was now known as Garvix, keeper of the Priismatics, he went through many journeys with this tittle picking up 8 more students of the Prism. Till one day they ecountered a great empire which challenged their might. The war lasted years, none of them moveing ground as bodies of their followers dropped. Time was obviously growing short. The high wizard sacrifced himself for a spell that was surely to rid their empire of these men, and with that a portal opened around the eight, and sucked them in, closeing savagely around them, they were gone, trappe d in the Omega Prism.

Garvix was released some time later, alone, brought forth by a misread spell of a young mage, the mage was quickly beheaded as Garvix took out some of his withheld anger on him. He gathered followers in this new world known as Tenaria and sooned learned the ruler of this world was a man named Verbatim Delecose. Verbatim's demise was planned by Garvix and soon a trapped laid for him. Garvix waited in his lair with his followers waiting for the appearance of Verbatim. When he came hell broke lose. Garvix already obtaining the Void Key, not to mention the strengths of his minions, pushed Verbatim back, in which the man fled. Garvix was angry that the attempt did not kill him, but soon found verbatim returning with help this time. The Mighty Gargauth appeared with Verbatim, Garvix directed his followers onto Verbatim as himself and his self proclaimed brother Gravix pummeled onto the Hidden lord Gargauth. Gargauth being pushed back soon found himself ripped to shreds by Garvix's silver axe, but when the body of him dropped, he found it to only be an avatar of the god, he swiftly turned to Verbatim deciding now was the time to finish him. Verbatim was at this point Death It's self and the scythe he held was quite deadly to all of them. One of Garvix''s minions named TheBluePhantom, grabbed up the void key, and opened the portal to the nothingness behind Verbatim. Verbatim did not notice but proceeded with attacking the followers, Blue was abruptly hit with the scythe, the void key flying through the air and landing on the floor. Blue began to decay, until he was nothing more then a pile of bones on the floor. Garvix jumped in the air sending a kick towards Verbatim. Verbatim did not see it comeing for Richtor Edmonton Rage, x student of Victor Von nightmare was pummeling Verbatim with mass holy attacks which seemed to make his reaper body wake in almost pain. Garvix's kick landed, sending the man flying into the Void, crawling across the floor, very wounded Garvix picke d up the void key and closed the portal, leaveing Verbatim locked. Gargauth now aproached, and with one massive hit, sent Garvix to the floor, the Void key landing in his hands.

Gargauth then vanished finding there was nothing more he could do now that Verbatim was gone. Later that night Verbatim's son Guile the Embraced apeared and showed Garvix the scythe that was immediately transported to him once Verbatim was casted into Void. He told Garvix of it's power and he himself would not touch it. Guile had it wrapped inside a sack of barlap and pushed it towards Garvix," Go on,, take it.." he implied not telling Garvix of the wretched curse he picked it up, the powers surging through his body he became twisted, disbanding his followers. Garvix went crazy with the scthe, for it forced him too, he needed the body to become whole and the essence of Death it's self, something he thrived for o so dearly. Some time later he found Verbatim released from the void by Gargauth, Verbatim still held the reaper's body something he wanted so dearly. A serpent man came to him that night, and told him Verbatim would surrender the body for the Death Stone, an object that would null magic. Garvix nodded along as the serpent man handed him the stone. He said he retrieved it off the corpse of the once famed Swarm Lightbane. Garvix gave Verbatim the stone, in which Verbatim expelled the reaper form himself, it falling on the floor before Garvix. Garvix leaped into it, the body engulfing him with pure evil. Garvix was now death.

Garvix remained the reaper for quite some time, till he found himself expunged into the holliness of a greater light by a man named Lyn ( can't remember the whole name). The absence of the scythe and the body forced Garvix into becomeing a mortal. He was later bitten by an Assamite ( vampire), and was forced to live under his sire. Later in rage still in his Aberon blood, he plunged his long sword into the depths of his sire's heart, then swiftly beheaded him. He changed his style completely, recieveing a darkness blessing which grew with time from an archmane, he now wore tight plastic looking jet black leather, which seemed stitched together by white thread. His eyes now began to glow with a crimson red and long jet black hair fell aside his pale face. Later from his days as Death, he found himself with a pet, a Nosferatu named Nathan Raemont, Nathan was attacked by minions of the Vampiric master Kylun Creed in which Nathan ran to Garvix for aid, Garvix agreed and tracked down Kylun. Kylun entered slowly, unaware of the Assamite's eyes observeing his every movement from the darkness. Garvix knocked the master to the floor, and placed the blade of his dai-katana to his throat, in exchange for his life, Kylun Gave Garvix primogen ship over the Assamite; and so the fued was ended. Later Garvix made a group known as the Ebon hand, a group of rogue warriors who fought under Garvix, they were later disbanded as Garvix became for hire. Now a rogue lone assasin Garvix roams tenaria, ready to kill for treasures and pleaure constantly.

Garvix later found himself staring at one of the last of the Rayne's known as Lynlae, he became infatuated with her, and seemed to be stalking her from time to time, till one day Garvix made up his mind, and with that, Lynlae was pulled into the shadows and raped, unwillingly, by Garvix. Later, Lynlae found out something odd and attempted to kill herself by over dosing on some sorta vial of liquid, her body was found by Horde, but she was not dead as of Yet, Horde DarkCross called forth healing abilities and saved Lynlae's life, but all did they know Garvix was watching form the forest, cloaked in utter darkness as his crimson eyes focused. Lynlae seemed bonded to Garvix now, not sure if it was from the bite upon her neck, the Vampirism in herself laying low, or simply the rape, but all in all Lynlae knew Garvix was out there. Horde and Lynlae knelt in a middle of a clearing near a small fire, trees all about them and a river running through the woods near by. Lynlae was about to reveal Garvix's presence when Gold Clad Dragon came in, who was in fact Lynlae's own brother, self proclaimed.

Lynlae's lips opened to preach of Garvix's presence, when at the exact same time Garvix called forth a plague using the disciplines granted to him by the Ebon Hand. The plague of Black death roared towards all three, Horde picked it up immediately, and grabbed Lynlae dashing into the woods. Gold flew to the right and watched for the man casting this Plague. While Horde took Lynlae away, Garvix did not want people to preach of him like this, he raised his hands and they lit aglow as he shouted," Pestilence" a swarm of Cuban wasps took off after Horde and Lynlae as Garvix turned to the Dragon. Chanting again, he called forth yet another plague," Dragon's Bane" and sent it to the dragon, the dragon ripped off into flight and avoided the comitose of his own striving death, and with that, Garvix reached behind him, pulling two silver discs from his back. The discs hummed and spikes came out of the end as they were flung toward the dragon, the spikes twirled about them, they moved in a zig zag pattern towards the dragon in which they met at his sides, ripping into his flesh with utter ease and chiseling into him.

Later in the fight Garvix was now in a tunnel, beneath the River with Horde on his tale, Horde used almost the last of his magic calling forth liquid hot magma to surge through the tunnels, Garvix leaped to the ground above, punching a hole through the soil in which he climbed out of, he found himself near Lynlae, form her shadow he leaped, placing the Blood Dagger to her throat. Gold struck down to Garvix all stupid like, in which Lynlae was put before the strike, it ripped down into her shoulder hard and Garvix tossed her aside. Horde now used his last spell, and with that Garvix murmered the Assamite death cry, cursing the spell's user, Horde's whole family line was now cursed and doomed to insanity. The Light above broke free with the spell, Gold fired a round of blasts off at Garvix from across the River while Horde opened the heaven's and the sun came soaring down. The blast ripped through Garvix's chest while the sun struck him, igniting him into a blaze, Garvix fell into the river dead.

Garvix now lives within the shadowlands, not alive nor dead, but doomed to wander, he found his way through the tempest in which he met a strange man, he told Garvix his name was Charon and there was no hope of returning that he knew of, and with that, Garvix stayed there, waiting for Oblivion to swallow him or to feel the tempest's wrath.

Thousands of years Garvix spent in the underworld, lost somewhere between the tempes, the shroud and the Oblivion with Charon. Charon showed him his ways, and Garvix grew accustomed to the ways of the Shadowlands. One day, a day like no other, the tempest far north of the haven Charon and Garvix both where stuck in, to the skies above;the shroud. A speck of light shown down through. Light? In the shadowlands? never?Impossible. But it was there. And they both seen it. a way out. A way free from the world of death. The eyes glazing over as they glanced upon it, both looking to each other. Finally Charon motioned his hand, telling Garvix to go. And with that, Garvix climbed to the light and was left free from the shadow lands, crawling up from a crack in the Earth to solid land, amongst the living. New goals in his mind, the memory of Charon, and the power bestowed upon him he had a new goal, a goal like no other, and all will know this goal, in due time....in due time.

Garvix some time later once again found himself within a weird land. He had ventured outside of Tenaria and ended up in a new place all together. In the forest, where he often came to rest, he came upon a crowd of people of sorts, mingly, and talking when one of them approached him. His name was Vaticus, Vaticus Darglore, he had a large wound on his side that was bleeding badly and asked Garvix for help. Garvix oblidged due to his lack of friends in this place and helped seal the man's wound with a burning dagger. Vaticus invited Garvix with him back to his Mansion called "The Cyclone" and they talked, amongst other guests. Eventually Vaticus spoke of a team called the Trinity, composed of three great fighters and their followers, he of course asked Garvix to be one of the three, Garvix agreed and so the Dark-Trinity formed.

Not long after this Garvix met up with an old-time rival. The Golden CladDragon, the two fought for only a short bit of time, Gold ending up being poisoned by Garvix's blade, flaling liflessly to the forest's floor, never to be seen or heard from again. He also met one of Vaticus's friends, named Vincent DarkSol who was sorta of a techie, having many machines Garvix had never seen before, infact, he never seen them before. Garvix requested that he be given two extra arms, genetically attacked to his body, and so Vincent went to the task. An error accured during this task, which left Garvix with mere stubs where his arms should be. This later was cured by feeding c onstantly, developing more mass so the arms could grow out and become whole. Of course when Garvix realized Vincent had messed up his body he was angry, and just the moment of revenge occured when Vincent leaned over the operating chair to fix a sensor. Garvix pushed the man into the chair and hit the button causing straps to pin him down. Garvix with no computer experience, just began pushing buttons, eventually mutating Vincent. During this the Hell Hound know as Kezef busted in. Garvix freed Vincent form the straps in which Vincent took them both underground, in order to escape the monstrous hound.

They talked for a short bit and finally came to the descision that Garvix would be the one to attempt slaying this massive beast. Vincent lent him some prototype grenades which he wore in a belt about his waist. He fought as much as he could but to no prevail, Kezef wrecked him, lopping off limbs and blood spewing everywhere, the gernades proving to be of no effect, only increasing the beasts massive size. Kezef later ran off, in no mood finishing Garvix off for good, a good thing you might think this was, but it wasn't, Garvix now would be one of the few hunted by Kezef The Chaos Hound. he later regenerated and became good as new of course, but Kezef was always behind him, keeping him moving constantly from one place to another, unaware of when the beast would rear it's head.

All was not that dreadful for very long. For soon another man picked the scent of Godsbane, and Kezef began persueing him, which left the Vampire Garvix able to persue other 'hobbies' , his business to be exact. By this time Garvix was quite known, yet still foolish warriors would come to test their skills against the blade slinger, and of course they to fell miserably at the Vampire's feet.

With time, comes power some say, and in the case of the great Alexander , it is true. Through time his vampiric traits practicly desolved. For he did not use him, his undead body grew adapted to the mortal soroundings of Tenaria. Although many things that left him were vampiric, alot of mortal traits were adapted to his body. He breathed air now, and his body had a warmth to him, as if mortal. He never had emotions before, but not with more experience he could taste them. Some coming at certain times, mainly unwanted times, but that mattered not, for the emotions were still there and that was all that truely mattered. And with the time also came memories, once wiped from his mind by the curse of Vampirism, and returning from the Oblivion -surviving the Tempest's rath. Some of these memories were joyious, but the majority were confusing. He recalled his first wife Taleena, and his son, whom died a death he can not remember, but he felt the pain of it, every day, even though he had not a clue of it's source. Garvix was not evolved, Now a Greater Vampire. No longer was blood needed to sustain life, nor the guidance of a brother hood and brethren, he was now FREE. Free to do everything he ever wanted, free to do the things his religeon, his fieties and he kin shauned upon. A free man-- a soulless man.

Then came a day, a day where he and an adversary clashed in a battle of strength and power. Gilthendor, the sylvan elf that was always snapping and biting at Garvix's heels. The Vampire was not afraid of this man, he felt as if the elf was justa bickering shadow, a shadow best left undesturbed, for he might prove useful. Until the night the Elf went to far, his verbal lashings crossed the line, and the battle of wits began, which soon led to a battle of blades.

Fists were thrown, blades swung , and in the end an odd event happened. When the two, their bodies unable to take any more punishment both collapsed, Garvix stood, his strength coming back to him with the ability of fast healing. He approached the downed elf, and unleashed a furious assault of 'Crusher Balls' down onto him. The elf's body was wracked and mangled, as countless after countless orb smashed into his skin. But the elf, to Garvix's amaze stayed alive. A damnable event which the Vampire Cursed. Suddenly out of nowhere the elf got to his knees as the Vampire stared in awe. He screamed, the scream of a thousand lives taken, the scream of pain and hard ship, the very scream of the soul. Gilthendor's true hidden power was unleashed. His hair stood pure white and reached to the sky in long bulky stalks. And with this boast of power came Garvix's pain. Broken and torn, the elf ripped at him like hungry wolfs at a slab of meat. The Vampire was indeed broken, but not yet dead. The elf had his chance to end his life, but didn't. He vanished down the long pathway towards the legendary Vampire Tavern.

Despite the Vampire's condition he persued, crawling on bloody hands and various life threatening wounds, but the elf was no where to be found. Somehow he managed to get into the tavern. he knew it was a mistake, for many enemies lay in wait, waiting for an oppertunity to kill Garvix while he is down. A shadow figure approached him, after the aid of a young lady named Dara. The figure of Ryhles Nightmare drug him outside, where the end of the DreamScepter was coursed into his skull and into his brain. But it was not a deathly act. rather an empowering one. The man told him that his abilities were great and now he would become a herald for the Dream Scape and Nightmare family, by doing this the Vampire's strength and speed increased ten fold! Before he could equal the speed of a Sartan, Now the Sartan will be but a shadow in his wake. His strength incredable, almost unbelievable. And now he is that Herald, listening and watching. Improved.--Garvix lives.

The Drakin's Tooth

I have sinned

The Art of War

Brief Character Description-

Heigth: 5'6

Age: Unknown

Main Weapons : Four Poisoned Katanas, Blood Dagger, Desco Discs.

Hair Color: Raven Black.

Eye Color: Crimson

Guarding Force: The Onyx Avatar.

Diety: The Ebon hand.

Special Weapon: Drakin's Tooth.

Rival(s): Vaticus_Darglore, Gilthendor.

Special Abilities ( Willed forces): Blood Boil (lvl4), Realm Bursting (Mach5), Nihilistic Touch (lvl1),Gaze of Fear (lvl7), Blood Touch (lvl3), Mimic(lvl2).

Arsenal:Blood Dagger. Spiked Bolos. Smoke Orbs, light Orbs, Explosion Orb, Baelfire Orb. S-Claws. Fire Resistant Robe. Nishruu Pendant.Chaos Ghauntlets ( Offer Static Recalling, memory, dismiss and the 5 incarnations, Slow Walk, Paralysis, Pain, Darkness, and Fear).