Amerixon Covatch

"A pledge to seek truth, and to destroy those who would defile life."

## History

Amerixon Covatch born to a small farmer far off of Rijonabegyn, living a mostly average life for a farmer as young boy under his father, Kinnaris Covatch and mother, Sylvaris Covatch care, with a multitude of his siblings, counting roughly into twenties give or take three pairs of twins. With massive fields, and a singular orchard under the isolated families name, it took the entirety of this large family to run this farm. Often times he would find himself running along with his siblings chasing down fireflies, or as in some cases, just throwing rocks at each other. Overall there was no need for strife on this farm, most crop harvests were good among this big happy family that grew all sorts of Cassava, Rhubarb, Beets and Potatoes. While in the orchard a large majority of what was grown were apples, and a strange hybrid of Apples and Permission. One of the things the small family could always gather around for were the apple pies, Enjura would make. The pie was topped with beet sugar water that would create such an enriching aroma, that it served better as the dinner bell than any actual screaming could. That was always one strange aspect of the farm, scents and smells could carry far, and far they did...

One Fateful night occurred, where a party of adventurers had failed to dutifully clear a crypt, but they had opened the doors, and with it after they had left, something else came out.... An pack of seventeen ghouls, lead by an a-typical Al-ghoul, whose yellowed green eyes could fill a tyrant with dread, with skin almost life-like complimented by serrated claws. As he with his pack looked upon this house, their glimmering eyes in the darkness approached. Creeping in through the front door, unlocked as it was usually, they spread through out the house. Stalking over their soon to be victims, as their sickening saliva dripped to the floor in long awaited anticipation. Silence resounded within the house for all of a minute, before the leader let out a cry as his fangs sunk into, Amerixon's mother. The rabid beasts surged, and while many of the family were over-powered, the ghouls did not out number the family. However, through actual strength of the ghouls the family was in fact overwhelmed as the creatures took their due. Amerixon filled with terror, and whose bed was closest to the window, leapt through running in terror. Narrowly escaping the grasp of a ghoul's claw as it scrambles its hulking frame through the window, as the former barbarian of that party continues its chase after bursting breaking through the window.

Amerixon with panting breaths being chased down at a full sprint, as the beast slowly gain on him, his heart palpitating inside his chest as an eery power calls out from within his chest. Unable to run any further as he leans back against a tree, one arm raised to defend himself. A blinding light slowly expanding outwards from deep within him as his eyes redeem an iridescent glow of holy light. Shining brighter and brighter it flooded forth from his eyes, as if the sun had risen from within. The ghoul who had given chase tried to approach the light, but quickly overwhelmed with fear as ever so quiet bells began to ring, with his senses becoming blinded quickly it turned to flee. Nary a moment later the young lizard folk collapsed into a pile of sore muscles and an aching heart filled with terror. Upon awaking at the sun's first light, at first confused quickly Amerixon got to his feet and ran home, the sordid sight that met him horrified him to no end.

His father a few sister and brothers were bound with their hands tied to their feet as they were forced to kneel, some had their throats ripped out, others were tortured, yet the true evil was done inside, with corpses or at least what was left of the corpses strewn throughout the ruined house. What was peculiar, was the fact that it seemed as if some family members were completely missing as well without a trace. Crawling into his bed for a few days, when the local villagers came upon the house after not hearing any word from the family they had got and marshaled some forces, yet they never found the ghouls.

Years would go by, and Amerixon would develop an unhealthy obsession with Undead as he sought vengeance for his family. One day by chance he came across one of the ghouls that came from that pack, his very own brother... Twisted and changed by undeath, their battle was fierce, but eventually Amerixon would have succeeded and with tear filled eyes, as he struck his brother down, a small flame had sprung up as his brother's corpse would melt away, flickering into existence as a reminder to where he lay...

## Appearance

A black scaled lizardfolk, with a lot of bulk, very much a husky build. His obsidian colored scales, is contrasted with the pearl white underside scales, as his eyes glimmer with a strange milky golden yellow glow. Adorning his heads, are several spikes, the turn outwards and back as if someone had laid them flat across his head, and then pulled them up into a small crest like shape. His tail is roughly two feet long, and is similar in appearance to that of an alligator's. Although his face mostly appears draconic, it is nothing more than an illusive appearance. His arms bear a similar husky appearance as the rest of his body, yet many dented scales and scars cover them. Often times choosing to remain in his armor, the comfortable second skin that it is. When outside his armor, he doesn't don much clothing preferring a simple set of baggy pants, unless forced into colder climates, in which case he will wish to wear as many layers of clothing as possible.

## Personality

Amerixon tries to hold himself together so that others around him do not feel like they're walking on egg shells. While under normal circumstances he has developed into a mentally healthier individual he bears an un-healthy obsession with undead, and how one would kill them. A straight forward individual that tries to enjoy the time in-between his compulsions. While he'll try to bury the hatchet with anyone, he would rather bury a hatchet in necromancers than try to talk amicably to them. While it doesn't really show on the surface, a level of paranoia exists inside of him that prevents him from developing deeper bonds from a fear of either losing them, or having them become undead.

## Loves

He loves apples and oranges, he specifically loves apple pie with a beet syrup drizzled on top of it. He would love to go back to farming one day. His favorite color is sky blue, and enjoys fishing. While he loved the country side recently his heart has been swallowed up by city life. He prefers two handed weapons over any shield or dual bladed weapons, because he feels he can end a threat faster than it can end him. He loves the smell of a freshly baked apple pie, because it reminds him of his mother. He loves the taste of apple cider, because it reminds him of his brother and father.

## Fears

Amerixon is afraid of facing down any of his family again, as undead, yet he knows they're out there somewhere and continuing to suffer. Amerixon fears himself becoming an undead. Amerixon fears that he will not be enough to end the suffering of his family, and he would not be able to seek out vengeance on what brought them ruin. Amerixon is fearful of ancient and intelligent undead, because of their vast experience and dangers they could pose. Amerixon is afraid of developing a strong bond with anyone, for worry that they would die or become something he'd have to put down, at least to try and keep people just a bit inside of arm's reach, but nothing further.

## Hobbies

Amerixon truly loves to fish, the quiet and serenity of the experience helps to put his mind at ease. Beyond that his obsessive study of undead, their strengths, their weaknesses, where one can strike to swiftly end them. Through his studies of the undead, he has become an avid reader, able to skim through books with ease, though he can take the time to really enjoy a good one if it catches his interest. Though he hasn't done it himself, he'd really like to try getting into crafting his own beer, or brew.

## Family

Deceased: Kinnaris Covatch, father of Amerixon covatch, son of Kinnaris Covatch, sonf of Kinnaris Covatch, a farm hand most of his life, never really going beyond the farm stead, besides to head into town, quite content in life before his passing. Jerin Covatch, once and always Amerixon's eldest brother, also Amerixon's first undead slain, Amerixon carries a portion of the fire that befell after he slew his brother. Maerin Covatch, Amerixon's eldest sister, and the first one he was to bury that day of the slaughter.

Unknown: Sylvaris Covatch, mother of Amerixon Covatch, Sylvaris was a strange lizardfolk, she was believed to have questionable magic powers to influence the minds of the mortals around her.

## Friends

Amerixon doesn't really make friends, but does have close acquaintances, that anyone can perceive as friends, yet only in fair weather. This is by intention due to his paranoia, and overall fear of one day losing those he would eventually come to care for. Building up a metaphorical wall to try and keep the pain away so he can solely focus on marching forward.

## Enemies

Choolio, the Al-ghoul who wreaked havoc on his home and continues to prey on those in the same region. A cruel vindicitve creature, whose greatest mainstay of pleasure is satisfying his ravenous hunger for humanoid flesh. Deriving great pleasures making his victims watch, or turning them and forcing them to attack their own friends or family in order to break them into his numerously growing pack.

Ulri'xane..., the Nabasu, a creature who had ultimately lead to the death of Amerixon's family, having defeated the adventures within the crypt and with his last consumption of life elevating him into his full growth allowing to return back to the abyss with even greater strength than before. His activities ultimately unknown to Amerixon, and many others, his actions still afflict Amerixon to this day.

## Aspirations

Amerixon, aspires to avenge his family, or at least die trying. His life was turned upside down, and for that his drive to slay and vanquish as many undead as possible has become ceaseless, any who dare to tamper with the workings of life should learn to fear what would happen to them in this life and soon in the afterlife. Amerixon hopes that if he succeeds he can settle down and grow his own apple orchard, and make them same food that his mother used to make for him.