The taint has made me what I am. A vicious creature of Nil, a leader of demons
and a scourge of the angels. A festering creature of wounds, scarred by
ritualistic torture and marked with the wounds of battle and death. But I cannot
be imprisoned by the Fate's plan for I am undead and touched by the Soulless,
the very power of Ketheru seeping through my bones and making me that which you
all fear and hate.

For ten years, I have constantly changed, warped by the tainted touch upon the
plane of Nil, rituals, and sheer will to evolve into something beyond from what
I stepped out of the portal. I was human when the Fates let me loose upon these
realms and since then, I have reincarnated into the a Viscanti. I have sprouted
wings, grown demonic scaling, and been blessed with a poisonous tail that
assaults my enemies with a seeming mind of its own. Sigils mark my body to

show my pacts and soul is looked on upon as an abomination unto the gods of the
'light.'

Imps, demons, fiends, and even the dreaded archdemons bow to me, succumbing to
my will on a word for I am the champion of Nil. My hate knows no bounds and I
would call all those who are not behind me in battle my enemy. I have ripped out
hearts and souls and bled the last bit of life-force from my enemies, innocents
and heathens alike for all that is not of the Taint or touched by it, I deem of
no worth. That which has no worth, shall not exist.

I am the judge and executioner of Nil, exacting my will through the power of
the Demon Lords on those throughout the Basin and while I have looked gods in
the eye in defiance or reverence, I serve but only myself. And while others look
in fear of the Soulless and their power, I look on in awe and envy for I would
wish just a fraction of this power to rid me of all that would oppose me.

I hunger like Legion and Gorgulu, all consuming and without regard for life or
emotion.

I hate and rage like Fain and Ashtorath, all destructive and never-ending in my
pursuit to oppress those that would try me.

I kill and torture for laughs and for the beauty of my dying enemies like that
Demon Lady Nifilhema.

I seek knowledge above all like Raezon and Baalphegar, for the sake of knowing
and for your destruction.

I would dominate the landscape, my peers, and my foes like the Supreme Lord
Luciphage.

I would kill all of you if I had the chance, consumed and made of nothing so
that I might sit alone and supreme as the Soulless do.

The taint has brought me to this path, filled with a rage and hatred of my
fellows and foes that I would wish to exact vengeance or dominance on all as I
am taught. And when my soul has reached new heights of the Demigods, I will bind
myself to a God.

My hatred knows no bounds and my mistakes are that of youth for I surpass those
who have had half centuries or full centuries to better themselves but have
fallen short. My life has just begun and my path grows ever longer as I carve a
niche within the Basin of Life. Realize that my hunger and hate will never be
sated and that my unlife only grows stronger upon your death. I wish to be a new
darkness, a new era of conflict where the Basin trembles in fear as they walk
prime under the Avenger's gaze.

I am beyond confident in my abilities to the point of arrogance and I see no
fault in that. Confidence is shown through actions yes, but it is silent and
that is something I am not. My abilities must be shown, my skill will be
announced, and through this I will grow in renown and further my goals.

And while I still young in my age, having become a near Demigod before my 30th
birthday, a guild champion, a minister and noble in my city. And yet I crave
more, my time has yet to really start within the Basin and more is yet to come.