Hes dirty, Burnt, crazy, and impulsive
Human male. at one time now Obsidian earth genasi
Wears a black mask with ears on it sort of it is a badly made mask. probably made out of leather once worn by some official guard uniform. Most likely wearing dark robes and some sort of cape.
This man a dark soul ,bottom feeder. he will do anything to survive. He is known to be thief. He has no scruples. If you mess with him or people he considers close he will have no second thought about ending you. Mainly he has no second thoughts.
Merdock is impulsive to a fault. His plans. no he doesn’t plan he just does.
He is huge. 6’4’" of muscle he is a bit gaunt but do not let that fool you he is nimble and can run and hide like no one you have ever seen, almost as if the mistress of chaos and shadows has her eye on him.
did we mention he is crazy.
he has scars and burn marks on 90% of his body. All of his scars recently have been changed into obsidian earth shards
if you see this man please let the local guard know. you may be rewarded.
Murdock was a noble mans eldest son. When things between the two families had gone too far, Merdock was kidnapped buy this other family the Basins. Jerkoth ,Merdocks father too proud to give into the demands of this other family gave them nothing. This was just the beginnings of Merdocks plite. They tortured Merdock trying to get any sort of plans or information of the killian family his true family name. Merdock to proud as well gave them nothing, at first. Over time they tried more and more new unique ways of torture. The final straw to brake his will they slowly burned most of his flesh disfiguring his once impeccable good looks into mere walking scar tissue. His will broken and mind in shambles he told them all but on secret.
One night in his cell Merdock was approached, by a Dark hooded figure. Slightly distant yet still directly in front of him. She spoke to him. “Come my son, only when you have lost everything have you gained the power to be free of your chains.” her hands lay upon his should soft and smooth.
“Speak plainly for i am no crafter of words, nor do i have the will to continue” His skin cracking and bleeding as he speaks from the fresh burns on his face.
“I can help aid you if you give your will to me” Sitting beside him pressing an arm around him. he gave a slight groan as she broke more of his skin from the burns.
“What part of my mind did i conjure you from? and if you can help me get out of this hell that i am in, I am yours” Looking up from his matted hair on eye just catching the light.
“I am Madness, I am darkness, I am cunning, I am a liar and a thief. I ,Merdock, am the one who owns your soul” Stepping back or fading back Merdock could not tell. But on the ground in a crack he saw a shard of metal it may have been there the whole time but he didnt care it was there now. The locks came undone easily.
After 7 years of imprisonment Merdock escaped. His body huge from the strength he had gained pulling trees and moving rocks, his reaction fast from hiding months maybe even years in the sewers from his captures. The Killian family had all but forgotten Merdock. When this Huge hobbled man showed up on the doorstep he was hidden and tossed aside. It was only after proving who he really was that Jerkoth had him trained in secret so that he could someday take revenge.
Stealing the family Bow for only he of his family could actually wield it. The rest of his family too weak in their ways of nobility. Had long gone soft. His imprisonment made him strong.
“I dont know who you are my mistress, but i will follow you into this chaos, this hell and i will devote myself to your ways”
That day since Merdock has been stealing and killing his way to wealth and most importantly power
The book of Merdock mastering heart of stone.*
We all face dark forces. It is how we deal with these forces that define us and shape us. Sometimes the darkness one carries in his heart is truly just a stone on his back. Merdock now having survived died and been reborn with unforeseen talents has realized his potential for greatness also has seen glimpse into his future in the realms of the all powerful. He has seen himself along side with deities. In what capacity he has no idea. Power seeks power. First a heart.
A large obsidian heart came into his possession. Ever beating, thirsting for something. Merdock sat nights pondering this ever magical beating living stone. Having talked with voices in the darkness merdock came to a realization that to gain power and strength to one day hold a seat in a group with ultimate power one must have allies and master the arts of their trades. Whom better to take guidance from than the master himself the lady in the darkness.
Finding a shrine dedicated to a being of great power benieth the streets , Merdock forced his his dominance of the beating heart of an obsidian god or creature one is yet to know. Absorbing his power for his own. Sacrifices were made , spilling his own blood opening his own chest, Merdock did cut. Having gone through torture of the flesh his whole upbringing this was a known pain a remembered pain. One that once made him strong in the past. Now changing him again making him stronger again. With trembling forces and a stirring of tapestries wall hangings, pages of tombs. A transformation was taking place beneath the streets. Walls cracked black energy rises and falling from the creature that was once man. A single person bore witness. After several minutes of silence a candle was found by said man and was lit a flame. for he was to scarred to talk to the slightly glowing magma lit eyes sitting upon the masters throne and altar. The light from the candle had shown the shrine to be a mess paper from the tombs and the tapestries all over as if a tornado had struck just this very room. Benches turned items of worship tossed and lay about the room. But in the darkness still slightly shaded sits a creature of Stone.
after a longer stare it was not just stone but obsidian dark and black with a glow from beneath a life of magma of sorts, deep below the smooth rocky flesh