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Cold Indifference - Jullian

Jullian looks down at the man he once called comrade, brother. The man is knelt in front of the altar in the temple. He looks up to Jullian with begging eyes. Jullian holds no sympathy for this traitor. He betrayed his temple and his god.

"We are clerics, healers. I was giving this man a second chance at life. He couldn't bear to see his features grow old. I gave him a little more time." the traitor begs Jullian.

"And who are you to decide that you know better than the Lord of Bones? He is the old age that gives men their wisdom. Age is a reflection of one's life and how life is measured. To extend a life is to stretch the natural cycle of our domain." Jullian tells him, his voice cold. They once were brothers in battle and in the morgue. They once had a respect for one another, but Jullian now carries the judgment of his god in his crimson eyes.

"Says the one who does not age. You carry immortality attached to your brainstem and yet you judge the mortality of others. You are one who drains life to feed your own. Myrkul has his divine eye on you boy, I can feel it. When death favors one, gods tend to bend their rules. Are you now the herald of Myrkul's divine vengeance? Who are you to pass judgement on life as a living vampire?" the traitor argues and then spits on the ground near Jullian's boots.

Jullian tightens the grip on the execution sword in his hand. He chuckles as the steps closer to the traitor. His fangs catch the candlelight. At times like this, he purposely looks monstrous. "You are right. Who am I to pass judgement on the living when I feed on blood and life force. I leave death in my wake to keep myself living. Make no mistake, I am not the one who judges your soul or actions. It is the god you betrayed who looks down on you through my eyes. Pleading my immortality will not save you, traitor. Perhaps I should take your life in my fangs rather than give you an honorable death. You spit on me and our god."

Jullian grabs the traitor by the throat. Another cleric, an elf with white hair, steps forward. She gently steps next to Jullian. "Jullian, you don't have to do this. Don't give in. You're not a monster and you know that. Don't give the traitor what he wants. Just execute and bury him."

Her words slowly ground Jullian. He sighs and releases the traitor. Jullian raises the sword and decapitates the traitor execution style. "Prepare his body for burial before I lose control of my thirst."

The corpse is picked up and carried away by the others in the temple. Jullian wipes the blood from the sword and flicks it onto the ground. His throat dries at the sight of the blood. He closes his eyes, trying to center himself.

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Intro and Character Guide

Hello! My name is Ghost. I'm mostly a fantasy writer. I'm on here to write some little snapshots using my characters. Most of them will be in the D&D universe. I love my characters I make. Without further adue, I will introduce you to my characters!

Julian Ebberheart - Death domain cleric of Myrkul. His village was ravaged by demons and he was captured. He was expiremented on in Hell with a vampiric parasite. That parasite made him into a dhampir. His master took great pleasure in torturing him and forcing him to drink blood. He escaped to the temple of Myrkul near Icewind Dale. The temple took him in, and Myrkul embraced him as an undead. He likes to stay in the basement in the morgue. The dead don't hurt him or talk back.

EJ Hanson - Half-elf College of Whispers bard/rogue. He grew up in a cult, but they threw him out once they found out he was dating a boy. His parents left town and left him in the care of his aunt Jo. She never once made him feel ashamed of himself. In school, he fell in love with a changling necromancer named Alex, but all she wanted was power. She knew about the shadows in EJ's mind and that he was capable of working in the shadows. For many years, they were together. He was utterly devoted to her she was his world. He killed for her and let his former self whither away. That was until she left him.

Azriel - The crown prince of The Court of Bones and Death in Faerie. He is talented in necromancy. Most fear him because his beast form manifested as a Wendigo. He is considered a bad omen, but he has a heart of gold. His parents are very loving, but it was rough raising a demented child. Everyone seemed to fear or hate their precious boy. They simply just never understood him. He only took such a monsterous form because he was conceived in The Court of Nightmares. He plays into the fact that people are scared of him sometimes. Azriel does often feel isolated, though.

Alice Ryan - Alice is an expirement from the Resident Evil universe. Her family was infected by The Mold when she was conceived. Alice was born with supernatural abilities as a result. Her abilities manifested as magic, telekinesis, and telepathy. She was taken as a young child and trained to be a shadow operative. Around the time of RE4R, Leon S Kennedy led a raid of a BOW laboratory where he found Alice frozen and given the Winter Soldier treatment. She was taken to the DSO where she was treated and recruited.

Rose Hunzround - Drow battlesmith artificer. She was born in The Underdark, where her parents served Lolth. Her mother was the one in battle most of the time. Her mother died in battle. Her father took Rose to the surface world, wanting a better life for her. He raised her in the small port town of Dopplegate. There, he became a paladin of Helm and taught young Rose how to fix up old machines. Her father made a name for himself as a war hero. He later retired to be the town medical examiner. Rose took an interest in anthropology from watching him. She would later go to college, where she would become a traveling anthropologist with her steel defender corgi, Spike. Spike is a steel defender she built with her dad after her dog died.

Here you guys go! I hope you love them! More to come!