<div class="floatright">(http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd225/ancientaction/Xans.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Lowan Malakta<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Lowan is quiet and menacing.  He has a force of presence and a charisma that strikes fear in all but the purest of heart.  His ambition and self seeking tendencies leave all in question to whether or not he can be trusted.  Yet, he obeys a code of honor, honor amongst thieves if you will, but he is a master at finding his way through a contract so that he is always at the top of the stack when all is said and done.  He believes in a fair fight, which is probably his most glaring weakness in character.  He will not take some one down without challenging them first.  He is shrewd.  When he laughs, it is only at the expense of another.  Evil, cackling laughter that sounds like so many dead leaves blowing through a steel grate.  Cold and calculating, he only lets others think that they have won an argument with him.  Always better to listen and study your opponent whilst they make a fool of themselves.  Never one to trust, he always provides himself a way out of every situation.  If he and a party strove for a comon goal, as long as he achieved it, it was fine by him.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd225/ancientaction/DrowGlaveyes.jpg)</div><strong>Background:</strong>Lowan never saw his family except on holidays, but all he takes from the memories is a loathing hatred from the experience.  They were sweet do gooders that had such high hopes for him.  They placated and fondled him when he was beaten to within and inch of his life.  See, he was not all that well endowed and was picked on often.  Turn the other facial feature, they would say with a smile and a pat on the head.  And back off to boarding school it was.<br/><br/>Within his studies, he found his out.  He was rather good with his hands and his language skills were second to none.  When they went over arcane magics in primary school, he drank it up like a sponge.  He exhausted every resource the expensive school he attended had in its vast library and started experimenting on his own with the incomplete formulas he found.  He never had all that much success.  He did find that he could cause those around him to randomly stumble and fall and he fed off of their discomfort.  There was plenty of entropy in the world around him and he could feel it and draw from it.  Nothing in his school taught him this, he could simply feel it.  He learned draconic too and was fascinated by the power of the language.<br/><br/>He easily talked his parents into sending him further into an education of magic with the coercion of his teachers.  His talent was apparent.  His parents were eventually talked into the a mind set of how a mage would help the family business.  With them in his corner for now, he headed of to mage school.  He was able to formulate his spells more accurately and he learned more about what he drew upon from the unfortunate class mates of his.  The entropy he found and felt all about him was the decaying life force of all living things.  It was classified as negative energy and was frowned upon as being evil.  He did not care however what it was classified as, it held the key to his power.<br/><br/>In his second year at the academy, he was met by one of his teachers who offered him some extra curricular work.  Obviously his questions about his interested area of study had raised some eyebrows, but had also garnered some attention by those that believed as he did.  The only problem was that it required him to drop from the school and his only means of existence to this point of his young life.  He was only 16.  But he was not without means.  He had been stealing money from anyone that trusted him blindly enough for him to not get caught.  Thus, it was on one of his long holidays that he disappeared as far as the living world was concerned.<br/><br/>His master was as cruel as all the bullies he had grown up with, but Lowan was used to it.  He knew he was in his element now and he was learning more and more by the day.  Gone was the sham of a life he had lived till this point.  He waited for the appropriate time when he had learned enough and had discovered the location of his masters most prized tome.  Without so much as a sign of gratitude, upon his twenty fifth anniversary of his birth as close as he could figure, he stole the tome and fled as his master laid passed out on the table post ritual that had gone just a bit over the deep end.  Lowan had fresh lacerations and bruises to show for his eves work too, but they were only temporary.<br/><br/>He had enough money now to live securely and knowledge to make his way.  He feared though every day that he would be found and made out as the old person of his youth.  He now introduced himself as Master Malakta to any who asked and did odd jobs to survive.  He worked night and day at the tome he had stolen to unravel its secrets.<br/><br/>Within this time frame, he became well acquainted with with Ciara Ferragio.  Through her he was able to acquire more work that paid lucratively while he continued his studies.  Within this tome, he soon found that there was a focal point to the power that he sought to master and it lied deep under the earth, withing the underdark.<br/><br/><em>This character will have developed further contacts to affirm that more power awaited under the earth via subtle nuance.  Also, second, third and spell list coming.</em>