Character
Nikephoros
Race: Yladian
Age: 41
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship: Single
Height: 6'2" / 188cm
Build: Tall, bald and handsome
Player
Cornelius Baxter
Nationality: American
Age: 41
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship: Single
Height: 6'2" / 188cm
Build: Tall, bald and handsome
Personality
Charming and lethal as a snake, whether his venomous words poison your actions, or his crushing ambition constricts around you until you become another corpse in his path. Nikephoros is a man who wants... all of it. He wants to rule every inch of forest and townstead he can claim. He wants men to march at his orders, mountains to bow, seas to part, and women to swoon. But as much as he wants these things, he is not blind to the fact that one must
work for them. He has no plan, as he is new to the game and is unsure of what would even be the cost of such lofty goals. He merely has the drive, and a lifetime of resources to draw upon, playing the roles needed to fake it to success.
Positive: Charming, Clever, Ambitious, Practical
Negative: Narcissistic, Backstabbing, Self-Serving, Opprtunistic
Biography
What does one do when they've seen it all before? A thousand lives had been lived, a thousand stories told, but the one least sung and celebrated had always been his own.
Born in sunny California, Cornelius was a boy with big dreams of the big screen. Through chidhood he practiced his art, desperate to be anybody but himself. Not for hate of his own life, but out of a sheer hunger for the glory and fame that being a star was supposed to bring to people. In the end his hard work paid off with a shining career, acting first as supporting cast on several television dramas, and then later moving to the big time. Lead roles, nominations and awards. His work brought him it all, except a feeling of accomplishment. In the end, when his career was fading, he realized that he had had his time in the spotlight and had been so busy living that he hadn't stopped to live. With no true family or friends to call his own, he retired from center stage to try and find something that might be left for him.
Art wasn't his thing. He had no book to write; he'd lived too many stories that he had none of his own worthy of memoir. Leeching off other careers just to remain near the glow of the stage was beneath him. So... what, then?
The answer surprised even him. He had never been one for video games, but had taken to the strange VR game at the suggestion of a friend who struggled with identity crisis as well. While their suggested games seemed intriguing, the one that truly gripped him was Terrasphere. An open world where one could be just about whatever they wanted... an intriguing notion for a man that didn't know what he was. He created his character, too lazy to adjust its appearance and so entering the game with his own face. Unfortunate, but hopefully people would only assume he was trying to borrow the fame of an actor by stealing their face, and not realize he was the genuine man. The final thing he needed was a goal for his game, and he decided on something simple and uniquely ubiquitous; fuck shit up. Get money.
He would be a highwayman, and see where that highway lead. Yes. He named the character Nikephoros, a name which meant "carried victory" and logged in, ready to face whatever this new tale brought.
