Age: 227
Sex: Male
Height: 6'1
Hair color: Silvery blue
Eye color: Glowing blue
Skin: Grey-ish red
Complexion: Rough matte
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral


Ambry at the forefront is a vile looking creature that resembles a former human in design. He can hold conversations, and act properly, but beneath the surface is a creature with nefarious intent.



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Corruption: A word by any other means denoting being spiritually or morally impure..

...Unfortunately for Ambry, that is just what has befallen him - Corruption.

A land deep beneath Sinfar houses a great lake, and a great beast; but both of which were unknown to him at the time of discovery. Being a figure from the woods, Ambry found himself a forest beneath the surface of the land.. a home away from home? It would seem.


Amidst travels back and forth to the city, selling items and trinkets he had found on his pathway forever downward, he found himself drawn back to the place more often than he remembers. Within the great forest seemed to be a call, a knell even.. beckoning him back to its darkened haven.


At first he stuck to his ways: Hiding between this tree and that, ducking for cover, and moving only when the nearest hideous creature had moved away enough for him to travel without sound. Though unknown to him, they knew of his presence, but payed no heed.. it seems the creatures he was avoiding fell to scourge that was slowly overcoming him in time.


Months pass, and the forever timeless jaunt of Sinfar took place without change. But.. one thing -did- change. Ambry. He was naught to be found within the city as he often was.. standing high atop his perch behind 'The Rock Garden'. He wasn't to be seen.. at all. - Until one timely return..


Ambry had taken residence within the great wood; fashioning himself a house amidst the seemingly dead trees and forever dying atmosphere. The months that passed had gone on with him unknowingly living in a corruption filled land.. both feeding such to him, and him.. feeding off it.


Water, food, sound, sleep, sight and smell.. every part of his being seemed to subconsciously bathe in the seething darkness of the forest. Unknowingly forever changed, he strides upward.. squinted eyes and a weary frame Ambry made his way to the surface once more.


The ever familiarity of Sinfar seemed to rush back to him upon the light of day drenching his skin once more, but something had changed... He had.


His skin color darkened, his hair dimmed, his eyes lit, and his figure.. quite different than prior, as is obvious with a first glance. Half with himself, and half driven by whatever madness now covers his body.. Ambry steps forth with a carnal intention, and fiendish taste for whatever crosses his path.