standupguy1
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Sep 26, 2011
- Location
- U.S.A.
To say mark was gifted with magic was like saying a coconut was a acorn. It was said in prophecy that once every 1000 years a boy would be born with such power he would rule the world. When mark was born he was a good boy. His father was a locksmith and his mother watched over him and his three brothers. He was always very studious about his studies. He was always far ahead of all the other kids in his village in magical ability. Then one day when he was 17 bandits came to his village and burnt the whole place down. He rushed home from school to try to save his family. When he got there his brothers were all ready dead his father as well and his mother was holding on by a string. It was obvious she had been raped. He tried to save his mother with a healing spell but it was too late.
He spent 3 years looking for the bandits who killed his family. He found them all and tortured them for hours before killing them. After they were all dead he became drunk with power and blood lust. He had his revenge but it would not be enough to make him happy. Only the world was enough for him. He was very skilled with his magic at this point. All the army’s in the world couldn’t stop him. When he was 21 he overthrow his first king. He forced harsh taxes on all the people of his Kingdome and used the gold to build huge castles and armys he didn’t really ever need. But that didn’t matter to him he just craved power.
The day he turned 24 the sun hit his eyes and woke him up. He was in a huge bed room. The king who he had just killed the day before 4 daughters were in bed with him all stark naked. He had a spell that made sure none of them would get pregnant none of them deserved the honor. He got out of bed stark naked and smiled. He owned 6 kingdoms at this point. By the time he was 27 he had no drought the world would be his. Tens of thousands had died in his name yet still he controlled the largest army this world had ever known. He put on green robe and walked to the war room of the castle. At this point he was a very dashing man. He stood six foot five. He had chestnut brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Women were well known to throw them sleves at him not only for his power but the legend of his prowess. Though he and all thoughts who slept with him knew it wasn't a legend. He was also strong and well toned though not what any one would call beffy. Most of his strength came from his magic. He donned the same armor he had taken the 6 kingdoms he owned in. today he would take over dahara. Not only was it the biggest Kingdome on the continent but it was said there princesses was even more beautiful than the goddesses themselves. He would have to see if that’s true. He could have just teleported to the castle and killed the king but that wouldn’t be as fun as the plan he had.
He took a carriage to the Kingdome asking for a audience with the king. When the draw bridge came down he say the princesses there to welcome him in. it turned out her legend was also true. He used a skry spell on her mind. She was very intelligent and she had the largest sexual drive he had ever felt. It was buried deep down as well as her lust for power. She would be his queen he would make sure of this. He would first have to release her from her mental prison. He could tell it was holding her back.
He spent 3 years looking for the bandits who killed his family. He found them all and tortured them for hours before killing them. After they were all dead he became drunk with power and blood lust. He had his revenge but it would not be enough to make him happy. Only the world was enough for him. He was very skilled with his magic at this point. All the army’s in the world couldn’t stop him. When he was 21 he overthrow his first king. He forced harsh taxes on all the people of his Kingdome and used the gold to build huge castles and armys he didn’t really ever need. But that didn’t matter to him he just craved power.
The day he turned 24 the sun hit his eyes and woke him up. He was in a huge bed room. The king who he had just killed the day before 4 daughters were in bed with him all stark naked. He had a spell that made sure none of them would get pregnant none of them deserved the honor. He got out of bed stark naked and smiled. He owned 6 kingdoms at this point. By the time he was 27 he had no drought the world would be his. Tens of thousands had died in his name yet still he controlled the largest army this world had ever known. He put on green robe and walked to the war room of the castle. At this point he was a very dashing man. He stood six foot five. He had chestnut brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Women were well known to throw them sleves at him not only for his power but the legend of his prowess. Though he and all thoughts who slept with him knew it wasn't a legend. He was also strong and well toned though not what any one would call beffy. Most of his strength came from his magic. He donned the same armor he had taken the 6 kingdoms he owned in. today he would take over dahara. Not only was it the biggest Kingdome on the continent but it was said there princesses was even more beautiful than the goddesses themselves. He would have to see if that’s true. He could have just teleported to the castle and killed the king but that wouldn’t be as fun as the plan he had.
He took a carriage to the Kingdome asking for a audience with the king. When the draw bridge came down he say the princesses there to welcome him in. it turned out her legend was also true. He used a skry spell on her mind. She was very intelligent and she had the largest sexual drive he had ever felt. It was buried deep down as well as her lust for power. She would be his queen he would make sure of this. He would first have to release her from her mental prison. He could tell it was holding her back.