Name: Mortimus Vrax

Species: Free Nekrax (Skeleton)

Age: 340-80 (He's not sure)
Faction: N/A 
Alignment: Neutral good

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Strengths
- He is an experienced hand to hand fighter, preferring to use hands and elbows instead of weapons.
- The only weapon he does use is a ancient, 6 chambered revolver with which he is very proficient.
- He has a quick mind with great detective skills.
- He has lightning fast reflexes.
- He has a basic understanding of magic and has a number of abilities.

Weaknesses
- Physically he is very weak, his bones are also brittle and easy to break.
- His mind is very unstable, a side effect of his time in the war that destroyed his home.
- He is very weak to Demonic powers and dark magic.


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Equipment
Mortimus wears a long, tough, leather trench coat which almost touches the floor. Under the coat he wears a few plates of military armour, the same that he wore during the war. On his skull rests a tattered hat that is pulled low over his empty eyes. He carries no weapons except an ancient 6 chambered revolver.

Powers
Due to his natural link with dark magic along with the rest of his race, Mortimus has learned how to harness it a little, manipulating it into a number of abilities.
- He can summon a flame into his hand and throw it.
- He can manipulate the air around him, using it to push and pull objects as well has push himself into the air and slow his fall.
- He can wreath himself in a layer of dark magic, giving himself the form of a normal Human. However this is just an illusion and objects will pass through the fake body.

History
Mortimus has trouble remembering much of his past, he doesn't even remember the family that raised him. The eariest he can recall is when the Demons came to Necronis. He was a pilot to begin with, flying a primitive assault craft, defending the planet from the invading forces. Then as the combat moved from the air to the trenches, he was stationed on the front line, just another soldier. As the war went on, Mortimus was promoted to a captain of a small platoon. After a decade of trench warfare, the Demons unleashed their magic and the corruption spread. No one was safe, not even Mortimus as he found his need for food and water lessened until he did not need them at all. He lost the feeling off all his nerves as every cell in his body slowly died yet he still lived. He watched as his platoon fell into madness and ruin as they turned on each other, becoming Lost Nekrax. As the Demons cemented their victory, Mortimus left the trenches and fled with countless others into the north. They were hunted and slaughtered by the invaders until they reached the remote Free Nekrax settlement of Skolvard. For the what seemed like an age, the people of Skolvard wallowed in sorrow and fear of themselves and their new overlords. Eventually, word reached Necronis of the new Human expansion from Earth. By this point, Mortimus had no flesh left and had spent the most part of the last few centuries as part of The Trenchrunners, a group of ex-soldiers who now guard the city of Skolvard, making use of the ancient trenches used in the war . One day he came across a downed Leviathan ship, still powered. In a decision that would change his unnatural life, Mortimus stole the ship and left Necronis, leaving Demon controlled space to return to the human colonies. At first he was met with hostility and was detained on sight, believed to be a minion of the Demons. However, as more and more Free Nekrax left Necronis and re-joined the human empire, it soon became clear that these beings were themselves once human.  Mortimus was released and his ship 'The Valkyre' returned. Now he is a freelance detective, hired by governments and organisations all over the galaxy to help solve crimes too sensitive for normal procedures. Adverts for his service are easy to find for those who need him.

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