Devve

Name: Devve

Age:25
Race:Bosmer
Flair: Marked only by the branding of his embrace for blood; a predator of existence

Rumors:
Devve is a seeker of knowledge. he feels nothing but the desire of experience. he attains power not to be powerful, but to experience power. he kills not for anger or for nourishment, but to feel the extinguishing of a life's existence in this world; to taste the trickle of ones soul draining into his being.

Background:
Devve knows nothing of his existence before his Crimson Awakening. this is what makes him the seeker he is today.

Update:
As Devve had begun to fast and meditate on the purpose of his soulless existence, a vision began to materialize. Small fractures of a past bleeding through the voids of his present. With the agony of his affliction culminating a wrenching grasp on his consciousness, he is unaware if these fractures are dreams he is being dragged through or manifestations of a soul seperated from its mortality.
These visions of letters, words, phrases leeking through; stripped from their pages, iust as his soul was disconnected from him. What could these be? "Am i just a monster of madness. Could these manifestations have meaning? Who am I? What am I?"

Months have past now since devve began his internal journey and the manifestations have come to a climax. A dark and damned story of a deal struck. A deal of death and decay. A deal contracted between Molag Bal and Sithis. A story of Devve.
This story was an account of the experiment Sithis had devised. A book bound in flesh and written in blood was the containment of this story. The blood of the, Crimson Awakening; the birth of Sithis' shadow. The birth of Devve.

Molag had potitioned Sithis to construct an vessel of choas. He desired a puppet that he had full control over. A mortal manifestation of himself. A messiah of death. And Sithis appeased his child.
Devve was a hollow shell of what was once a life. He was the leftover container of a soul Molag Bal had harvested. And he was the chosen container for Sithis' breath of wrath.
Molag Bal had gathered all who had sanity left in them to give fluition to a pool of damnation. One by one they kneeled before the prince. One by one their last hold of existence was drained from them into the pool. After all had been drained, the flesh of the emptied was manipulated into a book of blank pages.
After the draining, Devve was drowned in the Pool of the Damned.
Devve was changed. He no longer existed and yet did not cease to exist. The blood of the damned flowed into him as he consumed the pool. He had become vessel of void. Ever consuming but never fulfilling. As the pool dried, the container of emptiness laid there. And then Devve began to wake.
As Devve awoke, he was no longer in Molag Bal's plain. He had no memory of a Coldhoubor. No memory of his Crimson Awakening. His baptism of blood awakened him a new birth. He was void. He was Sithis' Shadow.