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Bio:
“Listen to me, and listen well. I can teach you great magic young one, how to wield shadows, to call upon the void itself for power, I can show you how to summon and enslave demons, to bind them to your will. “Fire will become a weapon with which you rend the soft, weak flesh from those who oppose you. Souls will be torn asunder from your enemies, feeding your own might.” The Warlock trainer paused in his speech, a trail of words he had obviously rattled off ten times a day for most of his life. He looked intently into the eyes of the young applicant, searching for a spark of interest that he could use to draw him in further, sealing the deal, and lining his pockets for a while. “Of course, none of this will come easily to you... but I sense your determination and ambition, you could go far, very far, if you had the right teacher…” The customer stood motionless, his face giving away nothing that passed his mind, the pale, lifeless flesh that hung from his bones had all but stopped responding to what remained of his emotions. From the sunken pits that were once his eyes black holes seemed to shine complete darkness at the wizened old Warlock, not a single breath stirred in his lungs, no heart beat in his chest. The only sign that the customer was even still alive was a rhythmic twitching of the fingers on his left hand. The rotten digits seemed possessed with a wild life of their own, tracing intricate patterns in the air, but as soon as the Warlock rolled his dry eyes to look at the hand, the twitching stopped. The stranger opened his mouth slightly, and then closed it again, as if having forgotten how to speak, when he opened it again his words came in a whisper that seemed to echo with aeons of restless sleep. “My name is Silath, I will learn what you have to teach.”