Weapons & Items:
Silver finger gauntlet, "Unholy Grail," Onyx Plaque, Warp Shard.
Fighting Style: Pressure points
Magic: Illusion, teleportation/conjuration (Warp Shard)

BIO

Andrezon comes across as somewhat... unstable. For the most part, he acts as a hyperactive child, seeking joy in deceiving and playing tricks on "lesser beings." Though he comes across as somewhat overconfident... even smug in his abilities, due to his frail physique, he is in fact very vulnerable to physical attacks, preferring to play the stealth card, summoning various 'pets' to back up his heedless words. Behind his immature facade, however, lurks a brooding, intelligent mind... almost destroyed by years of pain, suffering and torment, both from without and from within. He is not 'evil', per say, but neither is he 'good'. He simply is.

History

Andrezon was born in the frozen wastelands of the Dark Elf capital of Nagarroth. Stolen at 3 months old on Witch Night, when the witch elves are unleashed on the city, he was cast into the Cauldron of Blood... a test, to see if he was considered worthy to be trained as an assassin. Not only did he not die, but his white hair was stained scarlet by the blood of the cauldron. Locked away in the dungeons, he began his training... mostly in the ways of pain, suffering and torture by the use of pressure points... mostly by being subjected to such himself. Finally, whilst in his late teens, he made his escape. By means of trickery, he slaughtered his tormentors, prising his now treasured silver clawed finger gauntlet from the lifeless finger of his former intructress.

Stealing away to one of the forbidden towers on the outskirts of the city, he uncovered an immense library of arcane tomes, which he pored over night and day. Locked away, isolated from others of his own kind for countless years, brooding over the dark magicks, his mind and soul teetered on the brink of oblivion. In spite of this (or perhaps, because of it), he never succumbed to the lures of Chaos, though he became enamoured with the ways of Tzeentch, the Changer of Ways. Then, as now, he slept little and ate even less... his body became especially slender, even for an elf.

Whilst within the forbidden tower, he used his newfound knowledge to construct his onyx plaque... a dark tablet with which he was able to store away many of the spells and incantations he discovered, as well as inscribing new ones with his silver claw. Being somewhat absent-minded, he is unable to remember many incantations - relying on the plaque instead, and memorizing a few spells which he believes might come in handy under various circumstances. Another spell he uncovered, similar to the magicks used in creating the fathomless Cauldron of Blood, he used on a chalice, thus enabling it to hold immense volumes of liquid, yet never overflow.

It was during his many years of ceaseless study that he discovered a passage in a decaying tome, bound and sealed with the most powerful runes known to him... a passage which revealed something about his destiny... if such a thing truly exists. Immediately, he set out to uncover the truth about what fate held in store for him, his kind, and his world.

Learning that the Witch King possessed a jewel which was able to open portals in warp space, either to travel great distances, or summon daemons from the warp, he set about stealing it... and upon doing so, sealed his own death sentence. He now flees, pursued by those who wish to see the Witch King's treasure returned... and his head on a pike. Few who do so, however, know the true reason for the hunt... that, should the prophecy come to pass, Andrezon may well hold the future of the Dark Elf race in his thin, grasping fingers.