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Appearance:

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The first thing most people notice is that he's missing an eye. His dark blond hair is filthy, he does his best to tie it back in a bun and keep it out of his face. He has other scars besides the missing eye, most notably one that curves around his good eye as if a blade barely missed it. For an undead, he looks pretty good. He hasn't rotted much yet, still "young." He stands at an even six feet. His one remaining eye is rather small but well-balanced with the rest of his features. It is a strange amber color. Perhaps it's hazel, since sometimes it looks green. Below his eyes are prominent cheekbones. His nose is straight, his lips seem to permanently frown. He has a scruffy beard which has a bit of gray in it left over from his life. He wears rags, essentially. A shirt, pants, boots, nothing fancy or particularly well-made. Sometimes a leather vest. You will never see him without his axe.
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Personality:

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You might say he doesn't have a personality. No one would blame you; even in life he was a silent type. He hardly ever speaks, not unless he has something important to say. When he does speak, his voice is low, his tone certain and perhaps a bit menacing. Undead or not, his mind is always racing. Anyone unfortunate enough to spend a long period of time with him will say that his one eye seems to see all. It doesn't dart about like a wild animal's. Rather, it stares. It will stare at whatever being is with him. It will stare at the scenery. Always observing. He puts his faith in nothing and only serves himself. Any act of altruism is a lie to get what he wants. Even his obedience to the king is a ruse. The simple truth is, Angod doesn't care about anything. And that makes him dangerous.
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History:

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In life, he was poor. His human father had died when he was a boy. If he had any memories of his father, they have long since faded. His mage mother was left to raise him on her own. She was an older lady when he was born. She'd earned the surname Ravencrone because of the pet ravens she had. There were two of them. Many women would be offended by such a name, but Angod's mother embraced it. A self-proclaimed witch, she sold her magic ability to support herself and her son. Rather than let Angod grow up a nameless bastard, she insisted he take the name. He didn't exactly mind it; any attention from his mother was appreciated. She wasn't exactly abusive, more like neglectful. Whether or not she was neglectful on purpose is unclear.
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Of course, she eventually died of old age. Angod was getting into his teens then. He'd been chopping wood since he could carry an axe, so he figured he'd make a good soldier. He was a human with no magic to speak of, so he of course joined the human army. Mostly it was for the coin. He lived as a soldier through his teens and the first half of his twenties. It was in his twenties that he lost his eye. He was sparring with another soldier who was jealous of him. Angod was not the greatest soldier, he was average at best, but that meant he was at least a little better than some. They weren't supposed to do any real damage to each other and use blunt weapons. His sparring partner had sharpened his - crudely at that. All it took was one well-placed swipe to the face and Angod was left half-blind. The loss of depth perception got him booted out of the army. Maybe if he'd been a better soldier to begin with, they would have kept him.
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After that, for a while, he didn't know what to do with himself. By the time he was thirty, he was a sellsword. The fall from grace shamed him, but he had to survive somehow. It was that line of work that got him killed. He was somewhere in his forties when it happened. Apparently he'd killed someone who had a powerful family. Powerful enough to hire sellsword to kill Angod. There was a great blow to the back of his head and then silent darkness.
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He came to in a pauper's grave. They hadn't even had the decency to give him a coffin. With great difficulty, he dug his way out to the open air. Only, he didn't need air. He never would again.
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Miscellaneous:

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Zombie boi is probably the most evil character I have right now.

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WEASEL

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