User:Kurgan
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Background
He was once human. That was a long time ago, millennia now. He's forgotten what the sun looked like, how it felt on his skin.
It's been a very long time since he had skin to feel with.
Kurgan was once human, but his greed for power and his weakness of spirit led him to becoming one of seven mages who transcended the bounds of physical law to become the Chaos Lords, devoted to the belief that creation was a stain on the dark perfection of the Void, that great nothingness that was all there was before the first Light ever shone.
Of course, they were mad. And their terrible magics warped them, until they were no longer men at all.
Trapped in a terrible existence, they plotted and schemed, led as ever by the necromancer Einar (later called Eldritch, for his many darknesses). But the seven could no longer affect the world, hardly being in it anymore, wraiths as they were. Thus, they found cracks in the schism they'd made and bled into the lives of the living, stained creation with the taint of Chaos again, intent on finding ways to bridge the gap and finally unravel the very fabric of reality.
In one of these attempts, Eldritch sacrificed several among his companions, warped them beyond all recognition of themselves and then tore them apart to create three gateways, in the hope they'd offer him an avenue to pursue his nefarious purposes.
One of these gates was the Obsidian Pool. It was formed from the torn-out soul of the illusionist Kurgan, one of the seven and the only one who'd ever challenged Einar's right to rule them.
Warped and shattered, soulless and bodiless, mindless - he should not have survived at all.
But it's amazing what a man, or any being, can survive if given the opportunity. That opportunity came when the Obsidian Pool, under the control of Eldritch, stole the makings of a child from its mother's womb.
That boy, Lucien, became host to a scrap, an iota of the mind of Kurgan, and in the lad he hid and grew stronger, slowly gathering a little sanity, a little sense of identity.
Through the eyes of Lucien, he found Lola... a healer and a mystery, a love remembered - or perhaps imagined - through all of time, and Kurgan's anchor to reality. And now, her Light has helped him piece himself together and it has, in a way, led him Home. But where is Home, to such a creature? What, in the end, has he become?
Time was never his friend - ironic, then, that only Time will tell.