Name: Brenin Llewer. Or I suppose 'Shadow Gray' for those of you who are foolish enough to believe such things. Age: Irrelevant, I'm immortal. Gender: Male Race: Unique Hair: Blonde Eyes: Grey <'where are the chee..'WHACK. Wiseguy drops dead> Height: 5'10 Weight: 160 Class: I am the first Paladin of my maker, the supreme god T'horne. I am also the greatest of his followers, and once he has crushed the celestial council, I shall be king of this world in his name. Weapon: Broadsword,Psionics, words, etc. Favorite Deity: T'horne Personal Symbol: A Silver Dragon crushing a dove in its maw, with the thorn of T'horne in the backround. Enemies of note: Gray Tarrenson. Kian Zarriss. The Golden Dragon Knights. Favorite Animal: I'm sure I don't know. Whatever tastes best. Why are you wasting my time with this? Move on to the next question. Favorite Game: Mindgames of course. The higher the stakes, the better. (smiles coldly) Favorite Color: This is just getting childish now. Best Friend: Friends? How foolish, those who think themselves 'friends' would think that they could question my orders once given. Friends are useless, minions are much better. Personal Idol: The Dark Savant of course. I owe everything to mother. As such I will see to it that those bastards who honorlessly slew her will SUFFER. Fondest Memory: Currently it would be my 'birth', when I was freed by the Dark Savant from my old boundries, and then released into the world that is my rightfull place. Most embarrassing moment: Being careless when I had to save that fool 'the first disciple' who of course was failing his mission. I ended up getting 'killed' by my lesser half. I must admit, it's times like that when being immortal comes in most handy. Favorite pet: I'll have to introduce you to them sometime ... they're all really quite lovely. Any siblings?: As I said, I'm quite unique. I suppose there are those who would refer to Gray Tarrenson as my 'twin', but they'd never DARE say that in my presence I assure you. Favorite relative: Mother. Favorite place: Currently, I suppose the Vendril Spire. As it is my Lords finest stronghold on this world. Ambition: To rule this world, as my mother would have by right had she not been murdered. To be the key factor in sending T'horne into the heavens to take his rightfull place and absorb the lesser gods. And of course ... to see Gray, Kian, Sashradon, and Grays Knights,all broken and at my feet. Favorite past time: Conquest, corruption, a few things that probably shouldn't be talked about in pleasent company, increasing my power. Favorite outfit: My body. Now I don't have to bother with expelling Gray from his to get it. Favorite time of day: Who cares. My impressions of the party: Gray: I exist to destroy him. What else really needs to be said? He is a pathetic weakling unworthy the life given to him. For the murder of the Dark Savant I will see to it that he pays dearly and for a long long time. He will however, live long enough to witness my final triumph. Elenora of Illshire: Ehh!? How did she get out of the Spire?!! Bah. Of no real consequence, and certainly not a threat to us. What do you mean she slew the Vendril cardinal? AND that corruption druid thing?! Well then, perhaps she deserves a little more of my attention. How did SHE get that kind of power? Forgan Icewing: Know very little about him actually. If he's going to stay in Grays little group, then I'd better have him looked into. I know he defeated the first Disciple ... but that's hardly an acomplishment worthy of note. Sashradon Zariss: Bitch. She should have accepted my aide in Chiell and destroyed Gray there. She'll still be the key to his undoing though, so killing her quickly is right out. It's something I plan to savor ... and make sure that both Gray AND Kian are there to witness. Maccarr: What in T'horne's name is THAT. A giant with a tuba!? I see Gray STILL has no shame about the kind of people that he wastes his time with. Others: Collette: Hahahaha! Welcome to the darkness dear lady! Racquel: Quite interesting. I simply HAVE to corrupt this sweet little thing. Knights Of the Order of The Golden Dragon: HA! Oh please, that group of scum think that they're KNIGHTS now! Alus: Excelent. His bumbling may well have assured our ultimate victory. The irony is just to beautifull to believe. Now the dragons are ours. Luther: A lumbering dunderhead who fancies himself a mage. Brute strength is nothing to my powers and the powers of T'horne. Your parlor tricks certainly won't save you. As one of Grays little cronies, I'm afraid you'll simply have to die. Trilia: So now you're supposed to be Gray's sister? How nice for you both. I'll just have to keep that in mind as your being tortured to death. Anada: A weakling with no skills and no powers. If he gets in my way, he won't live long enough to gain either. Hugh: I don't like surprizes. Don't know his weaknesses yet.