Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26044791-20160202001906/@comment-25975584-20160204062601

Name: He/it is known as the Flesh Cutter in Westron, his real name was Angbor, although even he has nearly forgotten it.

Age: He was alive towards the War of the Last Alliance.

Race: Formerly of Numenorean descent, currently a Lesser Wraith.

Weaknesses: A small amount of what he once was remains, this usually manifests as 1-3 seconds of hesitation before killing a foe. Also weak to blades of the First Age, and Westernesse.

Home: Mordor, although often found in Gondor.

Weapons: Morgul blades, sword, fear.

Rank: Lieutenant of the Witch-King.

Safeguards: His few weaknesses, and aura of mind numbing fear.

Powers: Typical Wraith powers

Backstory: Once a noble man, while on campaign he was stabbed with a Morgul Blade. He spent many years slowly withering away to nothing, while his formerly kindly, and caring personality curdled into hate, and disdain for everything, and everyone within months of being wounded. His pregnant wife left him, which made him even more bitter. Until, at last he (mercifully) died. Soon after, he awoke, now utterly gone, and utterly corrupt. For long years after, whole families would show up butchered, blood, and gore splattered all over, and no quarter given. One thing was bizarre, whatever had done it had carved the flesh from the bones postmortem. People lived in constant fear of the crazed spirit, who was now thinking in his twisted head that his wife was responsible, tirelessly searched for his descendants. Why? So that he could butcher them of course. His master was merely amused by this, and simply enjoyed the pain, and suffering his favorite servant wrought on his own people, and sought to do to his own kin...