Thanatos's Bio

	Throughout Time and Space, everything changes. There is one thing that remains the same...  Death.  All must die at some point, even the Immortals.  The souls of the Dead are gathered and greeted by a hapless soul.. Death.  I am that hapless soul.  Eons ago, I traded my soul for countless power from the Gods. I was young and foolish.  A young vassal lord, I had fallen in love with a girl. Her rosy cheeks, pale, sweet lips, hair like molten gold, and skin soft as velvet.  She was my everything.  In her I found sweet bliss, a peace and happiness found only in love.  But, alas, everything eventually comes to an end, and our love was no exception.  After several months of courting, I was prepared to ask her father for her hand in marriage.  I dismissed my servants and strolled merrily down the streets towards her humble abode.  But what was this? A crowd had gathered in front of the house.  Troubled, I hurried inside and immediately was stricken with a gut wrenching pain.  A pool of dark blood lay on the floor and in the center, my love, a dagger peircing her heart.  The room swam.  A confusion of voices, sobbing, screaming - I felt like a man gone insane.  I staggered outside and gained control of myself through pure force of will.  It was impossible. No mortal could possibly possess the cruelty within his heart to commit such an atrocity.  Yet there was one - Kendro.  Kendro was the Lord of the neighboring county.  Our families had long been rivals, yet he was worst from birth.  For years we had struggled for control of the other's land.  It horrified me that such evil could possess a man.  Slowly, I trudged home in a daze, trying desperately to sort out this madness that had become my life.  My mortal soul could not understand how such an act could be made by the hands of a human soul.  I summoned the priests of all the Gods and demanded Communion with them.  For days I made sacrifices, offerings, and prayers to the Gods.  There was no response.  At last I was defeated.  In utter despair a cry of desperation burst from my lungs: "LUUUUUUUUUUTHOOOOOOOOOOORRRRR!!!"At once I felt his tremendous presence within the room.  He walked from behind the altar, a man dressed simply in a white robe, a grey beard rolling onto his belly.  He looked slightly unkempt, yet at the same time majestic and infinitely wise.  Somehow, I knew, that within his presence I could not lie, no matter the effort I put into it. This was the God of Truth, Law, and Vengeance.  I fell to my knees and begged him for the power of vengeance.  "Please, Luthor, give me the strength and the power to rid my soul of this anguish and avenge
 my love."
	"I must ask you this, mortal.  The path of Vengeance is not a happy one. Are you sure that you wish to take it?" said Luthor.
	"Yes..." I whispered.  Slowly, he strode towards me.  He placed a hand upon my shoulderand said simply,
	"So be it."  
	Immediately, all sadness was burned from me.  I had only one feeling throughout my consciousness - Anger.  It coursed through my veins, burned in my eyes, and I could taste it in my throat.  I would seek out this insolent fool and bring such raging vengeance upon him that his soul would never know peace.  I commanded my servants to fetch the strongest
 horse and the sharpest sword.  Within minutes I was racing along the countryside, still burning with rage.  I met very few along the path, and those that dared to step in my way were murderously cut down and left bleeding in the cold night.  At last I arrived at my destination, Kendro's fortress.  I dismounted and strode up to the castle gate with such temerity the guardsmen had never seen.  Boldly, I demanded entrance.  The guardsmen sent word to Kendro who quickly commanded that my entrance be allowed, knowing full well that regardless of the outcome of our encounter, his army would cut me down.  I would not be allowed to leave this land alive.  I knew this even before I came, but it mattered not to me.  Without my love, I was dead already, a lifeless husk with no meaning in anything he does.  I found Kendro in his throne room, fully suited in armor.  He laughed triumphantly.  "So, fool, I see that you have come to challenge me.  You honestly don't think you'll win do you?"  
	I drew my sword and swung mightily at him, only to hear the sharp clash of steel on steel.  To be honest, Kendro was a much better swordsman than I.  I had little chance of winning this fight.  Slowly, he beat me into a corner, then with a deft twist, launched my sabre from my hand and sent it spinning across the room.  I looked down to find his swordpoint at my throat, a red trickle slowly finding its way down my neck.  "I told you you'd lose," he gloated.  For the merest second he let down his guard to revel in his victory, and that is when I struck.  Pushing away his sword, I launched myself on him, sending us both sprawling.  As we tussled, he withdrew a dagger and plunged it deep into my stomach.  Astonished, I fell back upon the wall.  As the light faded, Luthor called to me "Your duty is not finished, mortal. You must fufill your duty."  Renewed rage coursed through me and with a new vigor I sprung upon Kendro and rained blow after blow upon him.  His delicate body crumbled beneath the anger of Luthor and consumed, I tore the dagger from my chest and severed Kendro's head from his body.  His blood was ink, and with it I wrote obscenities upon the wall.  I cut his heart from his chest and burned it as sacrifice to the Gods.  I crucified the tattered remains of his corpse upon the wall, nailing him into the woodwork.  At last I was finished.  Luthor's power ceased to keep me alive, and once more, my life faded.  In the last moments before I slipped into unconsciousness, a strange figure emerged from the shadows.  He was shadowy, wearing a large black cloak, his features hidden under its billowy hood.  Two yellow eyes gleamed from the blackness within the cloak, and I knew that I looked upon evil itself.  It walked towards me, and as it stepped into the light, I noticed that he had no shadow.  "Yes," it whispered, "You will do nicely.  You will be my pawn in the realm of Taera-" and with a thud my head fell upon the cobblestones of the keep and I slipped into darkness.  I awoke in darkness, but I was not me.  There were strange creatures around me, and various monsters of which I had never seen the like.  I discovered that I had strange abilities.  The one who had come to me was Cenob, God of Death and Pain.  Now I was indebted to Luthor, and served Cenob as his puppet as well.  I found a sect of Luthor's, the Brotherhood of Maok.  Gladly, I joined them in hope's of repaying my debt to Luthor.  In time, the Gods shall call upon me.  I am the Grim Reaper.  I do the bidding of Luthor and Cenob.  Upon mine enemies I bring righteous vengeance and harsh death.  It is I who appear at the dying man's bedside. It is I who haunt the diseased man's dreams.  I am Death.  I am THANATOS!