(http://i.imgur.com/vP1rNEJ.jpg)<br/>Current Vestiges: Zceryll (Bad), Balam (Good), Tenebrous (Good)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Current Signs/Influences</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Signs:</strong> Orro's eyes appear as circular mirrors. In his peripheral vision, all other living creatures appear twisted, covered in tentacles, extra eyes, and vestigial organs.<br/><strong>Influences:</strong> Never admit that you need help or that you are weaker than anyone else. Treat those that are weaker than you with scorn and contempt, especially young women and spontaneous spellcasters.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Binding Checks</div><div class="spoiler_body">Comment: Zceryll Balam Tenebrous - Binding Checks<br/>Result: 24, 31, 28</div></div><hr/><br/>While the other Untheric nobles arrived via grand magical workings, flying conveyances and mighty oceangoing vessels, complete with all the fanfare and pageantry one would expect of such powerful and proud men and women, Voidcaller Orro made his way to the grand meeting the old-fashioned way: On foot, and dressed in a plain black robe that covered the plethora of enchanted items he bore. Orro was not afraid of being attacked in the streets, for he knew that his most valuable and beloved servant, Whispers, was undoubtedly nearby and unseen even by him, and besides he was protected by layer upon layer of magical wards that any would-be assailant would find hard to penetrate even if they somehow caught the powerful arcanist unawares - a difficult prospect, considering his keen and magically-enhanced senses that made it so even the smallest of thinking beings could not escape his notice. And he hardly needed any fanfare anyhow - most people did not recognize him as anything more than just another well-born noble, and even if they did know him for who he was, it was a well-known fact that Orro was not to be trifled with.  He was accompanied by a crimson-haired woman clad in nothing but a sheer, loose-fitting crimson dress that left little to the imagination and a finely-crafted magical shortsword on her hip.<br/><br/>"So, the show and pageantry begins, Nashandra." Orro said as they approached the appointed meeting place, shaking his head at the displays of the other arriving attendees, his eyes appearing as two circular mirrors beneath the dark hood he wore- an unsettling sight for most, and a sign that today he'd gotten the bad end of a deal with one of the many strange entities he often called upon for power.<br/><br/>The woman beside him, who unbeknownst to most was actually a Devil masquerading as a mortal woman, nodded her agreement .<br/><br/>"No doubt the god-queen will outdo them all. She does have a flair for the dramatic."