Maybe I'll play with darkness...

And see what I can do...

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Name: William Lock

Age: 3,500

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Closeted

Powers: Apperance manipulation, slight necromancer abilities, quick healing, teleportation...almost all dark magic known and unknown. (I need to do research, but currently am too lazy, sorry!)

About: The first dark sorcerer. Once a well respected one in the small community of magic...but he got greedy. He wanted more powers, tapping into hidden books of evil, becoming slowly corrupt from all the spells and potions he read about for countless hours. But that wasn't enough. William wanted- no, needed more. He kept all the forbidden books to himself, practising and preforming countless rituals to perfect his casting and chanting, to make sure he wouldn't mess up. Power hungry, the once pure souled man made himself into a monster. People feared him, he was alone. But William didn't care, too focused into achieving every milestone that is an evil path. Many would fall at becoming an immortal.

William did not.

He succeeded in making his life immortal. Disease could not rot his core, age could not make a hair on his head die, his heart was almost untouchable. But it was only when living past the time he should have that William saw his mistakes...
...but it was too late. He was far too off the "good" scale to go back, and even still didn't want to return to his old ways. He saw those ways as weak, as a toe dip into a ocean worth of magic.
Regret soon was not in the immortal's life. Only lust for power.

Looks:

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I am not a man...

I am a god.