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Name: Moebius, birth name "Samuel, son of Mort", aka "The Magnificent and Mystical Emperor Moebius, First of His Name
Age: Adult (Early thirties)
Gender: Man
Species: Human(?)
Ethnicity: Adelan (or so he claims)
Height: Varies from under 5' when "hunched" to over 8 feet when he "looms".
Occupation: Necromancer and wannabe warlord
Residence: None.
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Physical Description: Moebius always wears a wooden mask, carved and painted to resemble a grinning, human skull. His body, meanwhile, is usually clothed in a long, flowing robe that has been knit together from a handful of burial shrouds. The robe ranges from deep black to a faded gray-ish color in patches, and its sleeves and hem usually drag upon the ground. His red eyes and his too large hands with fingers that are far too long and knuckles that are knobby and gnarled hint at a monstrous appearance hidden just behind those thin bits of fabric. Usually, Moebius is bent over nearly in half, appearing to have a hump of a back that rises above the top of his head. He'll walk with a strange, shuffling gait and lean heavily upon his staff, an old shepherd's crook. Sometimes, though, he'll "straighten up" and loom above even tall men, with his back and neck still bent low.
Personality: Mad. Absolutely, utterly mad, delusional and deranged. Moebius will talk to animals as if they are people and have heated arguments with empty air. He is certain that he is no mere peasant or novice necromancer, but a master of the mystical arts and a natural-born leader and king. He is openly evil and wicked, rejecting all gods and embracing power and whatever will bring him more of it. And yet, he also has a naturally curious and inquisitive mind and some cunning. He is oddly charismatic and friendly to those he meets, and seems to value politeness and certain bits of wisdom. Finally, despite, or perhaps because of, his madness, he has a strange ability to hold two, conflicting ideas in his head or "know two truths".
Magic/Abilities:
Necromancy - Thanks to his studies, Moebius has some knowledge of necromancy, and he's constantly learning more about it and other forms of magic.
Keen Mind - Moebius is eager to learn, and is very good at taking in new information from a variety of sources and applying that knowledge.
Literacy - Moebius, unlike many peasants and shepherds, knows how to read.
Charisma - Moebius is... weirdly charismatic. Sometimes he can be terrifying and command the attention of a room, at others he is warm and personal, like a friend or father figure.
Some Book Smarts - Moebius has picked up a smattering of knowledge of the sciences, philosophy, tactics, magecraft, and history from his studies.
Some Cunning - While he is not quite as clever as he thinks, Moebius does possess some cunning and ability to manipulate situations and people to his advantage.
Deep Sheep Lore - Due to his years spent as a travelling shepherd while he still bore the name "Samuel", Moebius has a good knowledge of sheep and shepherding. He knows the calls and songs, where the good pastureland is, how to shear and slaughter sheep, and even how to act as a midwife for pregnant ewes.
Relationships: None, yet.
History: Once, "Moebius" was but a humble shepherd, who traveled around Adela with his flock of sheep. He would go from town to town, and city to city, selling wool, meat, hide, and horn to those that would buy it. In turn, he would buy enough supplies to get him and his flock through the wilderness to the next place. It was a lonely life, and a repetitive one that followed set paths to pastures and cycles of travel. And yet, Samuel was happy, for he had his sheep, and he had the sky and the dirt, and also a book or two.
Samuel was lucky, you see, because he had been taught how to read and write by his father as a lad. His father, in turn, had been taught by his own father, who had been taught by his father, and so on. Samuel's father claimed that the men of their family line remembered and passed on the skill because of a time when they were nobles and rulers of the land they walked, though Samuel doubted this. Either way, he could read, and so he did.
He read books of philosophy, history, and science. He read epic poems and grand romances and myths that the people of many nations held dear. He read books on theology, astronomy, mathematics, and once, even a text written about alchemy. Some concepts went over his head, but others were easy to grasp, and bits and bobs of information rattled away in his skull. And he dreamed, he dreamed of forgotten ages and distant realms and worlds that had never been and could never be, and he wrote his thoughts and ideas in journals or on scraps of parchment.
One day, after he had brought his sheep to a meadow with a brook that he had stopped in many times before, Samuel lay down in the shade of a tree for a quick nap. As he laid his head down, he felt something strange against his head, and looked to see a book. It was a codex-bound type, not a scroll, with a black leather cover titled in archaic Common, "A Guide to the Artes Necromantick". Inside, its parchment pages were covered with a strange, deep red ink that looked wet and fresh, but which did not rub off. Samuel tried to read the words and images in the book, but they were incomprehensible to him and he understood none of them. Then, as he stared at them, they started to make sense. And the more they made sense, the more that Samuel could read. The more Samuel read, the more they made sense... and so it went...
When he arrived at the next town, Samuel was calling himself "Moebius" and proclaiming himself an "emperor" and "master necromancer", and his flock was missing half of its number. His skin had turned pale, his eyes had turned red, and his hair had fallen out. He proclaimed the town his demesne and that all within it were his servants and soldiers... At first, the townsfolk tolerated him, trying to reason with him and take the strange book away so he would recover. And yet, the book always seemed to slip free of hands and bags and boxes. It always found its way back to the hands of Moebius, who could be seen practicing chants and speaking in forgotten tongues to empty air. And so Moebius was inevitably driven out of town, but not before he stole a mask and a burial shroud.
Now, Moebius works to unlock the secrets of science and sorcery, that he might claim dominion not over one small village, but the whole of the known world. To that end, he travels north, seeking forgotten relics and forbidden knowledge, and perhaps some friends, foes, and minions along the way.
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