He has come....

It is said that he once rode with Alexander as a mercenary. They say he was brash, bold, courageous, unbeatable, and utterly heartless. It is said that he would ride into a town, and people would kill themselves in order to avoid the savage cruelties that he was rumored to visit upon the people. Then he was gone.

It is said that his brutality crossed the path of a Persian death cult, and that they kidnapped him in order to feed him to their death gods. It is said that he killed two of their lesser gods, before their elder noticed his bravery and style, and raised him to his current status. It is said that he stayed with the cult, for many years, before striking his way into the world.

It is not known when he received his discipline. Some say it was in some esoteric cult dedicated to the Dark Buddha in the orient. Some say he received it while with the Thuggie cult of India. Some say he received it later while studying dark arts with other cults in the South American jungles, or the Islands of the Caribbean. Some even say he has studied in Europe under notable dark sages. In either case he is rumored that he plays with demons as toys, commands the shadows as if they were clay and cloth, is stronger and faster then 20 men, and that he can not die. Rumors of pacts with Satan and other darker gods filter about him.

But for all of his rumors, or maybe because of them, others still seem to want to be about him. There seems to be a palatable aura of a chilly awe that cloaks him like a blanket. Smothering him in an almost tangible feeling of pure divinity. Some say that when they look at him they can do nothing but fall to their knees and beg for him to do what they want with him. Others speak of seeing him and stopping in their tracks, unable to do anything but stare at his majestic form, unable to attack or defend, simply whimper. Others speak of them wanting to do what he wants of them, and liking his depraved notions, though they admit they would never have wanted to do it on their own.

But for all of that, none can describe him the same way twice. Similarities exist., but even those who see him at the same time see him in different ways, sometimes drastically so. But he is always a work of priceless art. His eyes, no matter the color, are always gem colored, sapphires, emeralds, even rubies seem to be his irises. His hair is of priceless metals, gold, silver, and platinum though occasionally ebony is also mentioned. His skin though is always talked of being like polished marble, hard and smooth and pale. His fingernails they all say are like mother of pearls, and his features aquiline.

He has traveled, the one known as Dahaka is here.