Oxydius
Oxydius was born in shadow and blood, the product of a horrific union between a powerful Yuan-ti priestess and a vampire lord. His mother, driven by a thirst for dominance and immortality, orchestrated this vile union, seeing in it the potential for the ultimate being: a child who could master both life and death. Oxydius was that child—a cursed Dhampir, neither fully alive nor dead, who would grow to become a conduit of dark power.
From birth, Oxydius was groomed to be a weapon. His mother’s cult did not raise him with love or care but treated him as an experiment. They bathed him in necromantic magic, subjected him to horrific rituals that infused his body with shadows, and carved symbols of power into his flesh. Every breath he took was intertwined with the arcane, and soon, death became his companion.
But Oxydius was no mere servant of the cult. Even as a child, he craved more—more power, more control, more knowledge. He felt the potential coursing through his veins, the unholy union of Yuan-ti blood magic and vampiric immortality. He knew he was destined for something far greater than the petty ambitions of the cult that sought to use him.
Turning to Darkness At the age of 12, Oxydius killed his first victim—a sacrifice for power. In the dead of night, driven by an insatiable hunger for both blood and forbidden knowledge, he murdered one of the cultists and used their soul to fuel a dark ritual. This act unlocked something primal within him. He felt the surge of necromantic energy course through his veins, and in that moment, he knew: death was not an end, but a tool. From then on, Oxydius’ thirst for power became all-consuming. He secretly devoured ancient tomes, performing forbidden rituals in the shadows of the temple, seeking to master necromancy. Raising the dead became second nature to him, their spirits bound to his will. The more he studied, the more he realized that the key to true power lay not just in controlling death, but in transcending it—becoming something more than mortal or undead.
Betrayal and Destruction
At the age of 18, Oxydius’ ambitions outgrew the small cult that raised him. He had long since surpassed their knowledge of necromancy, and their meager rituals disgusted him. One night, as his mother prepared to use him in a grand ritual meant to summon an ancient Yuan-ti god, Oxydius saw his opportunity. He turned on her, using the very necromantic rites she had taught him to drain the life force from her and the rest of the cultists. He siphoned their power, using their souls to fuel his own ascension. The massacre was swift, brutal, and methodical. When dawn came, the temple was littered with the corpses of those who had sought to control him, their souls bound to his will, forever trapped in undeath. Oxydius stood alone, now fully in control of his destiny, having shed the chains of the past. But this was only the beginning. Their power was a mere flicker compared to the inferno of dark magic he sought. [3:42] The Hunt for Forbidden Magic
Now free from his former masters, Oxydius sets out into the world, seeking the darkest, most forbidden knowledge he can find. He seeks out necromantic texts hidden for centuries, plunders crypts of long-dead wizards, and makes pacts with infernal entities that most mortals recoil from in fear. Nothing is too dangerous, no line too sacred, and no ritual too profane. Oxydius’ ultimate goal is not merely power over life and death—it is to become a god of death itself, an entity beyond mortal comprehension. To achieve this, he will need more than just knowledge—he will need the souls of the powerful, the essence of creatures ancient and immortal. He must hunt not just monsters but powerful beings—liches, vampires, demons, and even other necromancers. Each soul he captures brings him closer to his goal. He will raise them as undead thralls, their eternal suffering feeding his ever-growing might.
The Rite of Whispering Blood Every day, at the stroke of midnight, Oxydius must performs The Rite of Whispering Blood, a grim ritual designed to forge a deeper bond with the spirits of the dead and the dark forces he seeks to control. This ritual serves as both a reminder of his cursed heritage and a preparation for the greater power he is destined to wield.
Materials: A ritual dagger: An obsidian blade, cold to the touch, and used solely for this rite. Blood offering: His own blood, drawn with precision and purpose. [3:44] The Ritual:
Silent Invocation Oxydius begins by retreating to a quiet, forgotten corner of whatever dark place he calls his temporary lair—a crypt, an abandoned ruin, or the hollowed-out trunk of a twisted, dead tree. With the single black candle lit before him, casting long, flickering shadows, he takes a moment to close his eyes and listen. He listens not to the world of the living, but to the whispers of the dead, their voices faint and broken, forever clawing at the edges of his mind.
The Bloodletting He takes the obsidian dagger and, without hesitation, slices a precise cut across the palm of his hand. His blood drips onto the soil, mixing with the death-infused earth as the faint whispers grow louder. He clenches his fist over the soil, allowing the blood to soak in, feeling the connection between his life force and the dark power beneath. The ground itself seems to pulse, feeding on his offering.
Whispering the Names Oxydius whispers the names of the dead—the souls he has claimed, the ones that still haunt him, the victims whose lives he has extinguished for his own gain. Each name carries a weight, a voice that grows louder in his mind. The whispers blend into a cacophony of suffering, fueling his necromantic magic. With every name spoken, he sharpens his connection to death, storing the anguish of his victims within him like a reservoir of future power.
The Pact of Shadows In this moment of vulnerability, when his blood binds with the soil of the dead, Oxydius speaks a binding oath to the darkness that lurks beyond the mortal plane. He promises loyalty to the shadows, the endless night, and the forces of death that watch him from the abyss. He offers no plea for power, only an acknowledgment that he is already theirs, and that in time, the universe will bow to death itself. [3:45] Closing the Circle As the final step, he dips his fingers into the blood-soaked soil and draws a sigil of death on his forehead, marking himself as a vessel for the dark forces he communes with.
Purpose and Aftermath This ritual offers no immediate power but is a vital part of Oxydius's long-term goals. Each night, with every drop of blood spilled and every name whispered, he draws closer to understanding the full scope of necromantic power. The whispers of the dead cling to him throughout the day, a constant reminder of his growing influence over life and death, and of the future ascension he seeks. Yet the voices are not always friendly, and the ritual keeps him tethered to both the dark power he craves and the restless souls that may one day overwhelm him if his ambition falters.
Turning to Darkness At the age of 12, Oxydius killed his first victim—a sacrifice for power. In the dead of night, driven by an insatiable hunger for both blood and forbidden knowledge, he murdered one of the cultists and used their soul to fuel a dark ritual. This act unlocked something primal within him. He felt the surge of necromantic energy course through his veins, and in that moment, he knew: death was not an end, but a tool. From then on, Oxydius’ thirst for power became all-consuming. He secretly devoured ancient tomes, performing forbidden rituals in the shadows of the temple, seeking to master necromancy. Raising the dead became second nature to him, their spirits bound to his will. The more he studied, the more he realized that the key to true power lay not just in controlling death, but in transcending it—becoming something more than mortal or undead.
Betrayal and Destruction
At the age of 18, Oxydius’ ambitions outgrew the small cult that raised him. He had long since surpassed their knowledge of necromancy, and their meager rituals disgusted him. One night, as his mother prepared to use him in a grand ritual meant to summon an ancient Yuan-ti god, Oxydius saw his opportunity. He turned on her, using the very necromantic rites she had taught him to drain the life force from her and the rest of the cultists. He siphoned their power, using their souls to fuel his own ascension. The massacre was swift, brutal, and methodical. When dawn came, the temple was littered with the corpses of those who had sought to control him, their souls bound to his will, forever trapped in undeath. Oxydius stood alone, now fully in control of his destiny, having shed the chains of the past. But this was only the beginning. Their power was a mere flicker compared to the inferno of dark magic he sought. [3:42] The Hunt for Forbidden Magic
Now free from his former masters, Oxydius sets out into the world, seeking the darkest, most forbidden knowledge he can find. He seeks out necromantic texts hidden for centuries, plunders crypts of long-dead wizards, and makes pacts with infernal entities that most mortals recoil from in fear. Nothing is too dangerous, no line too sacred, and no ritual too profane. Oxydius’ ultimate goal is not merely power over life and death—it is to become a god of death itself, an entity beyond mortal comprehension. To achieve this, he will need more than just knowledge—he will need the souls of the powerful, the essence of creatures ancient and immortal. He must hunt not just monsters but powerful beings—liches, vampires, demons, and even other necromancers. Each soul he captures brings him closer to his goal. He will raise them as undead thralls, their eternal suffering feeding his ever-growing might.
The Rite of Whispering Blood Every day, at the stroke of midnight, Oxydius must performs The Rite of Whispering Blood, a grim ritual designed to forge a deeper bond with the spirits of the dead and the dark forces he seeks to control. This ritual serves as both a reminder of his cursed heritage and a preparation for the greater power he is destined to wield.
Materials: A ritual dagger: An obsidian blade, cold to the touch, and used solely for this rite. Blood offering: His own blood, drawn with precision and purpose. [3:44] The Ritual:
Silent Invocation Oxydius begins by retreating to a quiet, forgotten corner of whatever dark place he calls his temporary lair—a crypt, an abandoned ruin, or the hollowed-out trunk of a twisted, dead tree. With the single black candle lit before him, casting long, flickering shadows, he takes a moment to close his eyes and listen. He listens not to the world of the living, but to the whispers of the dead, their voices faint and broken, forever clawing at the edges of his mind.
The Bloodletting He takes the obsidian dagger and, without hesitation, slices a precise cut across the palm of his hand. His blood drips onto the soil, mixing with the death-infused earth as the faint whispers grow louder. He clenches his fist over the soil, allowing the blood to soak in, feeling the connection between his life force and the dark power beneath. The ground itself seems to pulse, feeding on his offering.
Whispering the Names Oxydius whispers the names of the dead—the souls he has claimed, the ones that still haunt him, the victims whose lives he has extinguished for his own gain. Each name carries a weight, a voice that grows louder in his mind. The whispers blend into a cacophony of suffering, fueling his necromantic magic. With every name spoken, he sharpens his connection to death, storing the anguish of his victims within him like a reservoir of future power.
The Pact of Shadows In this moment of vulnerability, when his blood binds with the soil of the dead, Oxydius speaks a binding oath to the darkness that lurks beyond the mortal plane. He promises loyalty to the shadows, the endless night, and the forces of death that watch him from the abyss. He offers no plea for power, only an acknowledgment that he is already theirs, and that in time, the universe will bow to death itself. [3:45] Closing the Circle As the final step, he dips his fingers into the blood-soaked soil and draws a sigil of death on his forehead, marking himself as a vessel for the dark forces he communes with.
Purpose and Aftermath This ritual offers no immediate power but is a vital part of Oxydius's long-term goals. Each night, with every drop of blood spilled and every name whispered, he draws closer to understanding the full scope of necromantic power. The whispers of the dead cling to him throughout the day, a constant reminder of his growing influence over life and death, and of the future ascension he seeks. Yet the voices are not always friendly, and the ritual keeps him tethered to both the dark power he craves and the restless souls that may one day overwhelm him if his ambition falters.
Mental characteristics
Morality & Philosophy
Oxydius has only one moral compass and that is death, if people call him evil for killing someone, he takes it as a compliment. If he sees his friends die, he'll just raise them as companions for life, undead, but still...
Social
Contacts & Relations
At the moment there is but one special contact in Oxydius' life and that is Shabbat and the only reason this is true, is because he's the gateway to become a lich much faster. In the end he'll probably turn Shabbat in an undead thrall... who knows death be us all. Oh, there's also Prolix, kind of an asshole, but he can turn into animals, which is pretty cool.
Race: Damphir
Class: Wizard
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Class: Wizard
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