The Last Bastion

These are my usual characters! Ravos's description was already done from another RP's bio... so it's a lot longer and more detailed than Lifon's. Do note that I change several things about the characters depending on which RP I insert them into. For instance, putting either in a Sci-Fi RP makes me change their character drastically XD
Edit: Weird, Lifon's didn't show up... ah well. I'll fix it later when I'm at home.
Name-Ravos Gekkar
Gender-Male
Age- 314 (Appears 25 due to his undeath)
Race- Dark Elf Lich
Occupation: Necromancer. Almost supplies macabre humor and sarcasm.
Height- 5’7"
Build: Ravos is slender and lithe, without much muscle on him.

Appearance: Ravos wears nothing special, just a black shirt and some black pants, covered by the cloak of the Necromancer's guild. His skin is an unnatural shade of black, so dark that it seems to suck light in. Very few features can be made out on his face because of this. The only thing that stands out on his face are his blood-red eyes. Both of these are effects of Lichdom, the taking of darkness into one's body and merging it with their very spirit. On Ravos's back is a long, black spear.

Weapons: Ravos mainly uses magic, but also uses a long, black spear created from condensed shadows.

Combat Style: Ravos prefers to strike from the shadows using magic, as he does not do well in close-quarters combat. He also uses his dark magic to summon fiends and other undead to fight for him.

History: Ravos was born and raised a fisherman in a small village known as Jaria which lied along the Zaphar river. He was never happy with the life fate had given him, he always thought the common life of a fisherman was dreadfully dull. His parents were strict with him, trying to instill righteous virtues in him, starting from when he first learned to walk. They never really sank in, though. Ravos was known as the town troublemaker, often breaking the rules simply because they were there. He liked to do what he wanted, when he wanted. He didn't want to bow to anyone. When he was fifteen he had heard rumor of a group of Necromancers living in the mountains only a few short miles from Jaria. Ravos saw this as a once-in-a-lifetime chance, running away from home. He was confronted by the Necromancers immediately upon stepping foot on the mountain. He requested to become apprenticed to them. The Necromancers took him in, keeping him on a short leash at first. Eventually though, he became skilled in the dark arts, taking on the cursed form of the Lich. Now he wanders wherever he pleases, looking for excitement with a small dragon-like fiend, known as Agiar, as his only company.