Matted hair shaped his balding head, which had chunks of skin and bone missing from his scalp. One could see a light pulsating brain within the crevix. There was much surprise that he even had any hair left after having been kept this way for such a long period of time. As the skin trailed further down his head adn onto his neck, one could see a puncture wound that lead all the way into his neck, but no blood poured. One could see the insides of his neck easily, bones proding through the torn skin.
A small hiss in a glutteral language escaped the skinless lips, "I finally have everything in place. This world will suffer my rage!" His jaw was sagging slightly, one part of it dislocated, though he moved his hand up, which hand some bones of his fingers protruding, though held together amazingly and he popped the jaw back in place. He wore robes, crimson with several stains of different things others would not want to know. His stature was bent slightly, like his spine curved over instead of standing straight.
His will had kept him alive, if that was what one would call him. An undead, was what he considered himself. He was ready to extinguish all light left in the world.
---------------------------
Okay, now that I've finished my little intro, I figured I'd introduce the person behind such a disgusting mask.
This is Antaric. Ant as some refer to me, but on here, I will sorey be referred to Gricen. I'm big time into Traditional Fantasy, my favorite. I like Dark and Horror types as well, along with big epic tails.
I've been role playing for quite a long time now, several years through forums and other places, like chat sites. I hope that I'll be able to provide for this site and help it develop further along the ways.