It's said by some that death, if ever present enough surrounding any form of life, will seep into the very bones of the living.

Mortzeus was born on the field of battle; death more a companion than any other force around and as he came of age, it's cold grasp on him became ever more apparent. A flare for the arcane, it was no surprise his focus turned to the dark arts, but, unlike most of such a nature, his upbringing meant that Mortzeus was no stranger to physical confrontation and so found himself as agile as he was veiled in death.

His body a tapestry of ink; runic symbols, arcane rituals, emblems and sigils of experiences emblazoned on his soul, he makes no effort to hide the darkness that consumes him, his dark eyes a window to the abyss within.

Acceptance though, is a curious beast.. and Mort accepted the burden of his blackened soul so openly that even with death on his shoulder, he appeared and acted with a jovial personality that flew in stark contrast to that any may expect. Polite, complimentary and friendly to a fault, it wouldn't be hard to forget the real nature of the elf stood before you....