Name: Oolrafaax

Gender: Male

Species: Human/Shadow

AGE: Unknown

Mother and Father: Human

Homeland: unknown

Element: Shadow/Darkness

Personality: a truly giving person *smirks*

Dislikes: Being used as a tool.

Special Connections: Could possibly have some hidden connection with the God of Darkness.

History:

They say every man, or every being has a shadow. What if as a being you were nothing more than a shadow. A figment of a shadow, every shadow, and any shadow. Few know of his existence, those few being the gods, and his employers who would only contact him though telepathy for fear of their lives. There of course are feeble rumors that float about, but who's to say which of them bare any truth. The truth being that in all actuality of it all, he is human, but he would not have any other matter of being knowing that.

Once a great Magi capable of many things, he was a man of great stature and garnered the respect of many people. He would lend his power to everyone and anyone in need and only those in need. Be it bringing rains to droughted (dunno if thats a word, but it should be) farm lands, seeding plant life to dead lands, rebuilding destroyed villages in mere minutes, or even rekindling life where it was robbed and he he believed necessary to rebuild, but where gods deemed fit to take it all away. He was a man who lived his life using his powers to make the plain of existence that he lived in, into every aspect of the word; Utopia.

Imagine that, a simple man, a simple being.. of nothing but flesh, blood, bone and soul. Living in what the gods them selves created, long before his time, and to deny their ruling hands, whims, and powers to substitute a reality befitting his own envisioning. A mortal with such power, rivaling that of a god, defying the very beings that made him. He never thought of it that way, never once. Never once did he ask for anything in return, to be thought of as a god, but only out of kindness of his own being that he did his doings.

His kindness and giving nature would ultimately, be his downfall.

As a mortal being stepped so harshly on the toes of those who would grant him life, you would expect them to do so as harshly in return the favor, for mocking the will of the gods. But they did not. Perhaps it more the sisters of fate that would bring an end to such a man, than the gods directly.

In time, those that were deemed unworthy of his favors, be it for causing a life of misery for others, or being that their need or want be too greedy, they would would return his turned cheek, with a curse of a dagger in the back.

People began to forsake him, and attempt to use him for their ways and their ways only. People would fight for what, they saw fitting for them and them alone. Ultimately he stopped helping and stopped providing for people. He all but disappeared from the eyes of all those that would seek him. He set out, to find a family or one that he could call his own, and he did. He started his family in a secluded area far from any city, village, or people. He would live off the land entirely with his family, and that he did.

Many years passed, his family had grown, two sons, twins in fact fifteen years born and a single daughter naught nearly seven years born. And of course his lovely wife who still had the looks of her youth.

One fine sunny day a traveler happened upon his home and land, and begged for nothing but a bed, and being the good nature man he always was, he lent it to the traveler with a hand and smile. Upon the same night, he woke to a scream only to find his family robbed of their lives, from untold blades. The kindness he would offer vanished from sight, and struck down this traveler with unbelievable might. He tried to rekindle the lives lost, but came to a great pause, noticing the blade the traveler had used was that of a sorcerer to seal souls. And upon another glance found that the traveler was someone he deemed unfit of helping.

The traveler family was taken by disease, nothing unnatural, he could not revive those of natural cause. No matter how he would try, it was impossible. And so the traveler swore he'd kill him, and now we're near full circle.

The Magi of Utopia, as he had become known disappeared from sight, forever turning his face from the light. He hid his face behind mask and his body in shadow, never once retreading light, he became a warrior, a fabled conquerer of the night. He would use the dark arts of sorcery and became a Dark Magi. Hiding always in Shadow, and killing those he felt that deserved it, and taking pleasure in killing those, who would ask for everything.

No one knows how he's lived so long, the sisters of fate and the gods alike have a hard enough time find the man, let alone discovering his best kept secrets. But even though he may no longer walk the path of light, he still understands the balance of life. Ne're would he plunge the world into darkness, so in some form or manner, he retains his respect, or at least from the gods.

Now he works for whom he pleases, but for the most part he lives and kills how he pleases, and quickly dispatches those who would only use him for continuous reasons. Eventually he named himself Oolrafaax, forever forgetting his past.