Albioth was once the son of the weakest of the three elven kings. He was the one who held the ring for just a moment before passing it to his father, and in that very moment, he became attached to it's raw power.He stayed near his father, to bask in it's mere presense, but his father's paranoia grew every day through the ring's influence and soon he cast out his son in fear that his son might attack him for it's possession.
Albioth soon attempted a failed coup, and was banned from the elven kingdoms for life. He took his personal possessions, and roamed the hills around the elven lands for a long period, before finally giving up on his hopes of stealing it.
He went to roam the human lands for a long time, and began to know the truth of life's cruelties, turning his slowly into a sadistic and hateful being, and became a mercenary for a time until his lust for power drew him to kill his employers and move on, in search of those possessing of such power.
Albioth stands a short 5 feet 9 inches, his body spectrally thin, his skin shallow and pale, his eyes slightly hollow with his eyes bloodshot, his iris' going from a once ice blue to a pale and ghostly gray. He wears black and gray riding leathers, and carries his swords: "Seraphon, a medium lengthed thick broadsword, and Spite, a dirk of wavy and slender proportions." on his sides, easy to draw from their pale leather sheaths with his silk covered hands, which match his pale white hair that lays unkempt down to his waist.
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"Love is a very powerful emotion, and when transformed into a corrent beam of distruction, is very powerful. I'm not sure how it works, but I hear every time I do it, divorce rates skyrocket." ~Blackmage
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