"The dead make good soldiers.  They can't disobey orders, they never surrender, and they don't stop fighting when a random body part falls off."
Tatis...  The lich, the demon, the necromancer...  Never has the land of Feldar seen such a fiend, nor will it ever again...  If it survives his wrath.  The once noble mage lived in the small village of Aphetto.  When serving in the militia, he lost his wife and child in an accursed act of evil.  During an enemy attack, the militia rode to meet them at the front.  Though victorious, Tatis's fellow warriors had fallen.  Only he and two others remained to witness the horor of their burning homes, their slaughtered families, and their lives unravelling.  Tatis swore revenge that day, and has stopped at no end to destroy those responsible.  Anything that will bring his vengence will be done.  Even if it means he will have to do the act that was done to him...
Physical Attributes:
Race:  Elf
Height:  5'8"
Weight:  197 lb
Hair Color:  White
Eye Color:  Red
Equipment:
Weapons: Bone Staff
Armor:  None
Other:
Motto:  Heh...  Pathetic mortals...
Magic:  Too much
Likes:  Death
Dislikes:  
Things in my way...
Fighthing Style:  Necromantic
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