Age: Unknown
Species: Demonic Soultaker
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 125 lbs
Description: Emrys wears a black hooded cloak that has a goldern skull on the back of it. Hanging around his neck lies a silver skull pendant which allows all to know that he works for Brona Mephitic Emrys wears black gloves on ech hand to cover his highly corrosive skin.
Magic Abilities: Most spells in general...taught to him by his master. He was also born with some skills such as:
Soul Taking- Takes souls from a live or dead victim, converting it into strength and power. (gains all abilites contained within the taken soul)
Soul Destruction: Once soul is taken from a live victim it can be crushed within Emrys's hand causing instant death to the souls former vessel.
Weapons: Emrys's weapons consist of a sword, which he uses most often and his magic, one other thing that he can use as a weapon is his corrosive hands.
History/Background: For years Emrys raomed the barren wasteland that is now Draconia. He watched civilization evolve for centuries while he remained hidden in the shadows preying on the weak in order to survive. One day Emrys has just finished killing a man and his family, draining them completely of their souls, when he noticed a large black tower on the horizon surrounded by swirling black clouds and a stream or raw magic and energy jutting out from the top, piercing the sky. It felt like something was calling him, he was drawn to it, and with that his journey began. Along his path he encountered more obstacles than any would have thought possible. The opposition he met was relentless and seemingly never ending. He never had any rest, and it was beginning to take it's toll on him. Regardless of his condition Emrys pressed on, never stopping, always pressing forwards, always fighting....when would it end?. Still he was being drawn by the towers call. Near to the end of his journey, Emrys found himself broken, shattered, bearly standing, he was using a boulder for support. After all the troule "he had caused" he had been surrounded fighting off men for days and it seemed that his journey would finally come to a close. With his end now in site, Emrys stood proud at all the things he had done. He would forever be remember in this plane of existence no matter his fate this day...he knew that in this world his story would be eternal. Suddenly he was filled with a newfound strength, Emrys raised his sword, deciding he would not let them come for him, he would go to them. It seemed as if an eternity had passed....fighting forever lasting, the majority of the men had fallen to Emrys's might....how he had managed he did not know, all he knew was that he put up a good fight and was ready to die.....the last of the men closed upon him...now on his knees, he lunged at one of the men, removing the glove from his left hand and pressing the hand against the man's face. The man dropped to the ground screaming in pain....dieing a slow and painful death. Once the man was dead Emrys took his soul, filling him with enough power to atleast stand...but it was too late for that now, he was struck from behind and once again found himself on his knees, looking up at the last of the men that had managed to finally take him down. He was about to be struck down when suddenly a flash occurred and the last of them men dropped dead where they stood....Emrys collapsing in a heap on the ground, he now had time to rest. Once he awoke he found himself within the mysterious tower, his journey had ended, he soon found out that all of his endevours has been a test, given to him by the creator of the tower, Brona Mephitic. Since that day Emrys has agreed to serve Brona and aid him in any way he can. Emrys has worked his way up in the ranks of his new master and has perfected his skills, he can be out matched only by his master. A recent event in the history of Emrys is his newfound friend Fenix. Whom he was sent to find by his master as part of a larger plan.
