Asarec was born on the other side. A rift, torn in the fabric of
reality, opened before him as he stood before others like himself, dark
beings ready to strike. They all had a purpose, seek the power in this new
land and bring it to heel. Asarec was chosen for his particular adherance
to one guiding princpal, Murder. He reveled in it, the complete destruction
of all those who would stand before him, without mercy or a care for his own
well being. As he stepped on to the platform leading to the rift, his
countenance took on a sinister cast. The power that waited on the other
side was more then he could stand to wait for.
This thing is tall and broad, like a bulwark against the coming of the tide. Its thick shoulders and arms look well worked and fit, with no hint of fat upon his person. It almost appears chiseled, like a thing constructed instead of born by any natural means. Its skin is tinged bluish, with crystalline blue eyes to match which look about almost blankly at its surroundings. Thick hands clasp and unclasp, a nervous gesture or perhaps, a sign of agitation. Its mouth opening to reveal perfectly even white teeth framed by its picturesque visage.