Plaza Life

Born long ago, deep within the barren lands of Harad to a powerful chieftain and a young Easterling maiden - Umarth, a warrior to be plagued by the meaning of his name. Growing swiftly to manhood, he would become known for his cold, subtle nature as well as his viciousness and calm bloodlust. Growing to become known as a demon amongst his people, his speed and fluid movements were unmatched by any who had met him battle. Before his seventeenth birthday his father would die, leaving him to take on the position of chieftain. The youngest warrior chief ever, he would live in a period of broken peace. With the death of his mother, he would pass on the position of chieftain to his father’s brother. Leaving first to bury his mother in her own lands he would turn to Mordor, and the tower of Minas Morgûl, to provide reason for his existence. Set apart by his mixed blood, and appearance resembling more the pale skinned, raven haired Easterling he would become the lieutenant of the tower of black sorcery. Cloaking himself in robes black as jet and lifting up a mighty scythe as his instrument of death he would become known throughout the land of shadow and ash. His strength never fading the years passed he would adopt a son - more Eldä, a powerful minion to hold command of the black gate for a time. Ever loyal his beliefs would be shattered as one closer than blood would betray him. Narrowly avoiding a premature death his lust for blood and misanthropic vices, for power and torture grew ever greater. His vampiric nature and vain arrogance fed by an ever increasing skill in battle, he continues. One of the ancient warriors of Mordor, never defeated in battle. Cursing the ill done him forevermore.

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Real Life:

Born in January of 1988, I would live a life characterized by depression and betrayal. Learning to read at a young age I had a great love for epics. My favourite authors range from Tolkien to Goethe, to Dante, to Poe. My plans include becoming a coroner and writing a short novel.