The chosen of the gods walk among us. They are immortal. Blessed with an incredible gift under horrible circumstances, their immortality is triggered only by a violent death. They are avatars of the gods, the covert way that the gods fight for supremacy on the Material Plane. Given powers to match their new positions, their powers grow stronger the older they become. Predators posing as housepets, they look no different than you or I. In the shadows however, they are at war with one another. Holy ground is their only refuge, the single place that battle is forbidden. Away from it, they are stalked by each other in a deadly game for their respective gods. Only immortals may permanently kill other immortals, and the victor receives their fallen opponent's powers as their reward. It is the gift and the curse. It is the gods' will.
I am one of these. My name is Razel Dathomir, fallen First Prince of Kallendor. I was initiated into my immortality when I was double-crossed by my sister for my place on the throne. Stabbed through the back on the day of my coronation. How long ago it seems, though it has truly been no more than 10 years. One does not choose their life's path, however. It chooses them.
10 years, and I know almost as little now as I did then. My life changed drastically with that fateful event. I am now thrown unwillingly into the game of human chess that the gods play with our lives. I live eternally---without living at all. I am hunted by those like me, in a never-ending battle for superiority by the higher powers, away from the eyes of the common. I fight only for my survival in this invisible war. For which god, I know not. I further the cause merely by destroying the others. What need does a pawn have, to know why it is moved forward? Ask me not of life friend, for I died 10 years ago. My life is no longer my own. I waste no time on my knees in prayer.......I know the truth of the gods you worship.
I search for solace in this never-ending nightmare that was forced upon me. I do not wish for death; too easy a way out, and I am no one's victim. I will be the last of my kind, whatever that takes, and my "god" shall answer to me. Until then, I will find comfort in those I call friends, and release in the death of my enemies. Know this: every battle is already won or lost......all that is left is for you to choose your side.
-Razel Dathomir
Razel is a cold, and jaded young man. He is only semi-aware of his newfound power, and is completely unaware of the cursed state of his enchanted blade, the weapon of his first immortal opponent. The sword Charon is a sentient blade with a dark past. It gains its power by draining him and others, and provokes Razel into confrontations to feed itself...even with those close to him. Be aware of who is in control: the sword, or the man behind it.
The chosen of the gods walk among us. They are immortal. Blessed with an incredible gift under horrible circumstances, their immortality is triggered only by a violent death. They are avatars of the gods, the covert way that the gods fight for supremacy on the Material Plane. Given powers to match their new positions, their powers grow stronger the older they become. Predators posing as housepets, they look no different than you or I. In the shadows however, they are at war with one another. Holy ground is their only refuge, the single place that battle is forbidden. Away from it, they are stalked by each other in a deadly game for their respective gods. Only immortals may permanently kill other immortals, and the victor receives their fallen opponent's powers as their reward. It is the gift and the curse. It is the gods' will. 
