Name: Syndicate Shadows
Age: 4 billion years
Species: Winter elf/undead
Appearance: Pale white skin, dark bags under his eyes and piss yellow irises. Messy black hair that sticks up and spikes in random directions
Apparel: A black tuxedo and dress pants, with bandages hanging loose that travel around his waist and down his legs and arms. Has a tophat and a cigarette case in his breast pocket
Malicifent Breath- Dark Exhale
Sleight of Hand
Camelia Blossom- Black Wilt
Cat and Mouse
Out of Sight, Out of Mind
Blood Coated Demons
Pharoah's Skin, the Royal Decree
As he was travelling the world again, he found himself enveloped in a bright light. Turning away, despite not having pain or fear of the light, he opened his eyes to a new world, bustling and full of stranger creatures than he had ever seen. He was no longer in his homeworld, but a new one called Tiberia. It was a hot pot of different cultures, different crestures, and different worlds and dimensions. A strange rift brought all this universes together into this world so that it was truly diverse. It was here that syn found way to live again.
It started out simple. He was still new to this world. He didn't know how, but most his power his gone. Not only that, the people of this land were of the same level as him. In his homeworld, he had transcended the power of a god, but his arrogance made him realize he was outmatched by others, as he picked the wrong fight with a crime syndicate, the Black Diamond.
As Syn traveled he came across a secluded and detsched part of Tiberia, the dragon city of Ihon, where the last dragons have gathered and remained in peace. In exchange for pledging everlasting service to Ihon, Syn became a dragon rider, gifted with his companion Malachite. He went to their times in need many times in the future, protecting the dragons until they were all slaughtered, one by one by cultists who worshipped a dark god.
There were always powerful godlike entities that lurked around the corner, looking to make part of the world theirs, and Tiberia was no different. An ancient and dead king who ruled the sands set about to make the world a terror for him to live in. Syn was chosen and overtaken to become his pawn, the sands of the dead desert flew into him, clouding his mind and sending him to a far corner of the world to spread the dark disease of Aulroth. Syn terrorized a city, plaguing them with undead and threatened to move towards the grand city of Venes, but was stopped by the timely intervention of Helen Lafeur, the leader of Black Diamond. His death shook him of his senses, reverting him and removing Aulroths senses. He welcomed his death as the end of the forever cycle, but he was revived again, afflicted with another curse, ones that Tiberians called Recurrent souls. Now he was cursed to wander for even longer, as death no longer held him back.
Syn may of thought he was coldhearted, having lost every bit of feeling left, but one day he met a beautiful mermaid, a woman named Lyla, whom reminded him so much of his old flame, from eons ago that died with him to seal Molush. He spent years courting with Lyla, nurturing a bond he thought impossible, marrying her and becoming prince to her underwater kingdom. However disaster always befell the star struck couple, as time and time again their lives were put in danger until the fateful day Lyla perished, and never game back. Syn grieved like he had never before, a piece of his heart that returned only to be snatched away and crumble to dust again.
On one of his last days on Tiberia, Syn had taken part of a mission to free the city of Nacie from powerful undead, some of which he had helped to spread. Fueled by guilt, he dove into the city with vigour, clearing out scores of the undead by himself, never tiring and never faltering. While the group that had gathered faced the strongest of the undead, Syn went to work clearing the normal and .ore infested parts of the city, setting fire to half of Nacie and cleansing it with flame. By the time the boss of zombies was slain, syn was gone and the city was saved.
Syn has done many things in his lifetime, from fighting cartels to being in employment of malevolent beings, to even being taken to another world entirely full of angels, Syn has experienced every bit of decadence he missed in his old world, becoming a true blade in the dark that teetered between light and pitch black. An assassin that can weave a tall tale, and can kill whatever crosses his path, whether god or mortal.