Mr. Black

[Mr. Black]

Persona

Name: Mr. Black, and hundreds of other aliases.
Gender: Male
Age: He looks to be in his mid to early thirties, though this is achived only through the powers of his magic, keeping him "fresh". He is in all truth in his mid seventies.
Birthday: January First
Sexuality: Whatever might take his fancy
Special Characteristics: Mr. Black doesn't have anything that makes him stand out. More like the opposite. he seems to slip from people minds and leave them snapping their fingers trying to remember what he looked like or sounded like.

Personality:
The brightest light casts the darkest shadow. Black is the shadow of an obsidian mountain in the light of the summer sun. He is a shadow so dark that it seems to creates a corona at all times. He is the penumbra of darkness. His life has a singular and direct purpose. He wish to cast the greatest shadow while standing in the brightest of lights. He is the perfect combination of deception and honesty. Black doesn't have a name anymore, only aliases, however none of that means anything because no one can remember his the name he gives them. Like a tornado caused by rising cold and warm air Black is the perfect storm.

Mr. Black does not act evil. Quite the contrary. If he were to act in a malignant manner no one would want to be around him. Instead he becomes a source of intrigue. He becomes an enigma that most people must try to figure out. he speaks in strange and vague metaphor and whispers truths along with lies. He speaks the truth but never the whole truth. All in all, Black is a complete neutral. Not that he resides in the gray area but that he balances himself out with an equal amount of darkness and light.

His existence is manipulation. Anything he says is true in that moment and in the next could be a complete lie. Black never makes promises that he intends to keep. He will however make a thousand promises a day and make it seem like he is keeping every single one. This is all part of Mr. Black's agenda, to inspire powerful feelings in all those around him. not only does his magic feed off strong negative emotions but it is his intention to make everyone feel the darkest of emotions. To turn every shadow to to the night and make the light seem blinding and wrong. The greatest darkness lies within man, and Black wants only to bring that powerful darkness to the surface for all mankind to see; monsters are nothing compared to the desires of man.

Mr. Black is an excellent spy and negotiator. He has a great deal of experience in the art of persuasion and can sense the emotions of others. Both of these things make him very good at getting what he or his comrades want. Black isn't likely to keep his word however, if he needs something he will never jeopardize what he might receive. In the way that he wants everyone to surrender to their darkness he has already surrendered to his and desire and greed are powerful

Mr. Black cares little for his own life. While he wants to live and intends to survive whenever he can he knows that in the end all things die and he is no different. His magic allows him to live a long time and there are ways to cheat death but doesn't seek them out. He looks forward to the day when his shadow is made permanent by the blistering light of death, for, only in death does one truly become immortal. He will make his indistinct form resonate through the ages by his deeds, not through foolish and fleeting eternal life.

Black wants to be your friend, long enough to betray you. He wants to be your enemy, so long as you hate him more than you love your allies. He wants to kill you, only if you love life. He wants to save you, so that your life is suffering. He wants to tell the truth, so that it hurts you. He wants to lie to you, so that the truth has an even sharper edge. He wants to love you, so your obsession destroys you. He wants to hate you, so that you never feel safe. He wants all these things and more. As long as he can twist it to his design he will do it. He is not picky, he is not obvious, and he is so very patient. Waiting around every corner, waiting for the right moments.

He has a thousand names and a thousand faces. Each one is a lie and each one is true, they are what they need to be. he is what he needs to be, nothing more, nothing less.


Likes:
- Challenges: Anything that makes him have to try. Strong willed people, a good fight, or even a well secured pickle jar jar lid all bring a sense of satisfaction to Mr. Black, even if he fails. After all, nothing teaches you more than learning what doesn't work.
- New things: How else does one figure out what they like and don't like other than trying new things? Black often goes out of his way and sometimes in distress in order to try his hand at something new or interesting. This has caused a great number of issues in his past but he never regrets his choice, well, that is unless he doesn't even get to try the new whatever-it-may-be.
- Conversion: There is nothing more cathartic than seeing the greatest light twisting to darken it's shadow. Oh how Mr. Black loves to see a good day turn bad, a lover turn to hatred, a caring person turn to a cynic. It makes him feel great and powerful. He is an addict and turning people to the darker places of their minds is his drug.
Dislikes:
- Boring People: Now, not everyone in this world can be important and that bothers the Messenger of Shadows. He is troubled by the fact that some people are content to follow, or be oppressed. He finds it weary that there are normal people. He often finds expertly cruel and painful ways to make their lives as difficult as possible.
- The Righteous: Those annoying and constantly in your face righteous people. From the clergy to someone who ust think that something is bad an will not stand for it. While they might be easy to manipulate, as are all people with solid convictions they are still a nuisance. They often find ways to try an thwart a plan or expose a plot. they are set backs but never truly victorious.
- Alcohol: Despite how useful and powerful this drink is Mr. Black wants nothing to do with it. He know what it does to people and how open to suggestion people can become while under the influence. He uses it to get what he wants but makes doubly sure he doesn't have any. The last thing he wants to leave himself open and easy to manipulate.

Appearance

Height: six foot even
Weight: one hundred and seventy five pounds
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black
Others:
General Appearance:

Mr. Black often appears as his name would suggest. Normally clad in black finery with a wide brimmed hat a top his head. He wears a simple yet elegant dress shirt beneath his suit jacket and if the weather is rough, he wears an overcoat as well. Each layer on the outside of his attire is black, without pattern or design. The under layer of his clothing however is white. He is always dressed well and never would think of slumming it. He often keeps a smoldering cigarette hanging from his mouth, not only a vice of his own but a symbol of indulgence and cancer.

His body isn't particularly remarkable. He seems to have a rather average build and no truly distinct features. His skin is a sort of average pinkish white. He has a constant shadow of a beard across his chin and cheeks yet again another subtle reference to his true nature and intent. His eyes are sharp and hold an almost predatory glint in them but beyond that they are dull and somewhat uninteresting.

In a crowd Mr. Black blends in. Alone he only stands out because of who he is, not what he appears to be. He is the perfect trap. An unassuming shell that conceals a powerful and malicious intent.

Guild

Guild: The Invisible Hand
Guild Tattoo: A brand of the outline of a hand on the back of his left shoulder.
Rank: Guild Master

History

History:

Once upon a time, there was a young man. He was a very nice and lovely young boy with a beautiful family. He had two younger sisters and an older brother. Now, this family was nothing really special. They owned a small cottage in the woods where they relied on the forest around them for all that they needed. They would hunt the game that was in season and plant fruits and vegetables. their life was content.

One glittering Summer day, the young boy was wandering through the woods of his home. He was leaping across fields of fresh wildflowers and smiling at the small woodland critters that he saw all around him. It was on this day, as the boy played so happily, that he became lost. he had strayed too far from his home and soon found himself in a strange part of the forest where neither he nor his family had been. This place had a thick canopy of leaves that shaded the ground in a blanket of darkness. The boy was not scared though. After all, he had played in this forest for his whole life.

Now, this forest was not like a normal forest. it was ancient and full of magic and creatures. These magics and creatures had always left the family alone though. You see, the family was protected by an old tree spirit. The Mother of the Forest. The great and old white oak tree sat deep within the forest. None of the family had ever seen or heard of this spirit but it had always protected them. The Mother had protected this family so that one day it could meet one of them, one day it could meet this boy.

On that day the boy did indeed find the Mother. there she was, great white branches spreading over the sky. Her ancient trunk was a testament of power and resilience. The boy looked on in wonder at this magical tree. In that moment the tree spoke to the boy. A face twisted in the bark and two sappy red eyes opened. "Hello little one." it creaked out at the boy. Now the boy was frightened. he had never seen such impressive power, he was petrified. "No need to be afraid boy." the tree soothed him, "I am the guardian of this forest. I shade this place in my everlasting embrace." The stood, mouth gaping and heart pounding. It was in that moment that he was truly the forests.

The boy never came back to his home. His family grieved. They had told him not to wander that far into the woods, that wolves and worse waited. To them their lovely boy was gone. This was not the truth though. The truth was the boy was learning, changing. he learned that the only truth in the world was that everything suffers. That the natural way is to be saturated in the darkest emotions of man. He learned that man had long sine given up it's true nature in order to try to conquer the world of nature. He was becoming something powerful, something that castes a deep and dark shadow.

Years passed. Seasons turned from one to the other. In the dead of one Winter, while the powdery white snow sat heavy on the ground the boy returned. He was Clad in nothing and his body was soaked with grime and old blood. his family saw him and tears poured from their eyes. "Oh the Gods be praised!" the mother yelled, "My boy is back!" the father moaned , 'I missed you so much," the sister called out. Then they looked into his bright blue eyes. Only, they weren't blue. His eyes had darkened. The once bright colors had gone dark. They were black. "What has happened to your eyes?" the mother asked, "Where have you been?" the father pleaded, "What are you doing?" gasped the sister as her mother was torn asunder by the power of the young boy. They fled from him. They ran and died. Their blood poured out and covered the snow. On that day a bright Sun was high in the sky. It cast the boy's shadow like a glimpse of hell itself on that shimmering white snow.

To this day some people say the boy still lives. They say that he wanders the world in a black coat looking for those with content lives and making them into wild men. they say that every time your mind wavers to a dark place that he isn't far off. they say he is like an extension of that which we must keep buried within ourselves. So, do your chores and listen to your parents and makes sure to be a good person or else Mr. Black might come around your house and snatch you up. Good night.

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