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Antov Illych Vetrovnjakov
"Dark Mystic" (Dread Necromancer)
A dark figure, Antov doesn't look completely at place amongst a noble court. His hair is oily black and often runs shoulder length in wild clumps. His skin is pale, even paler then normal and he tends to dress simply in simple heavy fur-lined robes that are drab in colouration, over his wiry, thin husk of a body. This is just the first appearance however, and the Zduhac is much more then he appears. His eyes are a brilliant emerald green the gleam with cunning and influence, and his voice is draws in those who listen to it like a moth to a flame. Often, Antov doesn't even wear his dishleveled robes and appearance. A master of deception and disguise, he can appear as almost anyone or anything for any reason.
He often carries a number of concealed weapons, such as daggers, knives, or weapons concealed within canes or walking sticks, and is a decent shot with a crossbow.
Antov is a man of great conviction, but perhaps paradoxically, not one of great ethics or morals. He believes that the ends justify the means, and what that end is, is a semblance of order brought to the chaotic lands under the Blood Handed's rule. To this end, he (unlike many revolutionary or rebel movements), does not simply wish to assasinate or remove Ivan from power, but make sure that a plan is in place to replace him quickly after to prevent a civil war or more chaos. His methods include poison, diesease, rumour, investigation, tactics, death magic, hidden blades, disguises, misdirection, torture, blackmail, bribery (when funds allow it), and using the spirits and remains of the restless dead for his own purposes. Though quite knowledgable on the mysteries of the church and other faiths and cults (a fact that gives credence to the theory that he was once a member of a monastic order), Antov himself does seem to be very religious...he'll use it for his own purposes, manipulate it, but he considers himself to be beyond saving. Having knowledge of his what his own fate will be, he doesn't see much point in wasting time on services, prayer, or spirituality. He is however, a fan of philosphy, if only to use a method of keeping his mind sharp and open to possibilities and opportunities that present themselves.
He doesn't talk much about his past, and prefers to keep an aura of mystery around him...so much easier to spread lies or gain an influence over the nobles that way...or maybe to protect himself or others connected to him as his plays his most dangerous game of intrigue, murder, and abomination. That, or he just doesn't remember or concern himself with it.
Not much is known about Antov's early years before he acquired his "curse". Some say that the more youthful and healthier Antov was a monk of Lady Firebird or a member of someother scholastic profression, who dwelved into forbidden lore and legend. Others say that Antov was a soldier who cheated death after falling on the battlefield and was cursed for his hubris...still, others say that Antov was a merchant or traveller who surccumbed to the frozen air of the coldest of winter nights, and was brought back to warmth with the exception of his heart and soul which remained frozen...whichever one of these folktales and bar stories has more semblance of truth in it, Antov himself never says...or maybe he doesn't know for certain.
What Antov does know, is that he commited a some great celestial taboo, did something that no mortal should have done and for it, he suffered a grave curse. A small part of his soul was torn away, and the void were it had been, had quickly filled up with a near endless font of the energies of death and destruction. From this, he gained terrible power over suffering, fear, death, and the dead...and a unique insight (or maddness) into how things worked. With each use however, the energies in him would strengthen and eat away at both his body and spirit...eventually destroying his soul completely and preventing him from passing on.
As no afterlife awaited him, Antov sought another way to live on once his punishment took it's full course. He looked around him at the chaos of his homeland and the acts of it's ruler, Mad Ivan, and decided that he would put an end to it...he would work to bring order and civility back to these savage lands. Even though at first his thoughts were of purely selfish concerns (IE: being remembered after his destruction), as Antov travelled he began to see the full extent of what trouble his nation was truely in. He gained true conviction in his sojurn and began to formulate a plan. The easy route would be to find and unify the various rebel and revolutionary factions together against Ivan...but that route would not achieve the order and stability Arkadia needed...no...after the factions removed Ivan, they would inevitably fight each other over who should lead and rip the nation asunder.
Instead, Antov devoted his half-life to finding a single leader, strong enough in willpower and charisma to solidify and rebuild the nation after Ivan's defeat. To that end, he began travelling amongst the noble circles, utilizing his skills to first become a mystic who would solve problems on the lands of the Bayors...investigating the causes of plagues, dealing with hauntings and excorcizing spirits...lending his vast occult knowledge to solve such problems. Eventually, he gained the local Bayor's trust and began assessing to see if the noble had what it would take...until his assessment was done, he would protect the Bayor by proactively discovering plots and intrigue against him and 'cutting them short' before they could reach the noble...inevitably though, Antov would move on to continue his pilgramage, as each bayor would fail his silent assesment. Some Bayors would fear loosing Antov's influence and skills to a rival noble, and wound send agents after him to bring him back or end his life. At least 7 attempts were made upon Antov's life, and each one at first appeared successful...only to later turn out to be a body double, a trick, or an illusion of somekind...Antov became so adept at faking his own death or otherwise misdirecting his assassins, that he gained a reputation as being "many-life'd" or "unslayable". To make matters worse for his previous patron, when Antov gained influence with a new bayor, his old one who had tried to have him killed inevitably suffered some sort of tragedy or run of bad luck that would make him think twice about persuing Antov further...his trade caravans would be ambushed by bandits who seemed to know exactly when and where to attack, his family would suffer some illness, a favourite pet would show up dead under horrific circumstances, etc.
Still despite the setbacks and distractions that jealous bayors posed, Antov to this day, continues his search for a leader that he could throw his support behind and go into oblivion, secure in the knowledge that the world he left behind was a better one.