Umbros Rector - Shadomancer

[Eviscerus]

The Freedom City Waterfront. A bustling center of commerce and criminal enterprise. At least, that's what he'd heard. From the shadows of a corner building, and a box of crates, a barely audible hiss is heard and out from the darkness come two eyes, completely white and colorless. Then the rest of the hooded visage, clad in dark, rust-red and black robes steps out into the setting sun's glare. The man was of medium height, though, in his time, he was actually considered tall. His pale skin, almost the color of ash, was cracked and weathered, except for a shiny, ragged line of scar tissue that ran along the neck, from one side to another. The man's face seemed incapable of anything resembling a smile. His body beneath the robe was gaunt at best. But his eyes showed a powerful madness and strength that the body belied.

Umbros Rector, or Shadomancer, as he was to be known, surveyed the waterfront, looking out on the blue-green waters, where light drifted, disconnected by agitated waves. He turned his gaze to the dust colored wooden dock he was on, and the abandoned warehouse before him. His travel had left him somewhat weak, and the dieing light was a noticeable discomfort to him. He knew he needed rest, tomorrow, he would head for the bank, and see what he might procure in the way of establishments. Tomorrow, he would start the tedious process of ascertaining the necessities of life. Tomorrow, he would prepare for the coming dark, the shroud of umbral despair he would cast over this land. Tomorrow, he would begin...

With that thought to satiate him, Umbros chanted a few syllables under his breath, then his form dissipated to that of formless shadow, he sank to the dark corner, then passed silently into the locked warehouse. The accomadations were spartan at best, but they would do for a night. He could practically feel the city shudder beneath him. The city had felt the cold, barren weight of his feet. It knew he was here, he mused. It knew what awaited it, and it was afraid!

[Eviscerus]

After a restless night, Umbros proceeded about the days business. Acquiring a car, a nice front (and source of continued income, pharmeceutical companies are great for all of that), and of course, a home. Umbros looked now at the manor he bought in Bayview, it's previous owner, and name, were unimportant. It was Umbros Manor now. He almost smiled, but remembered himself as he looked at the Gothic accoutrements, the cold unforgiving stone walls, the stained glass windows, the near barren trees that sat in the shadow of the great house. Yes, this would do nicely, this would make a fine seat of power.