Chaos (usually) in the form of a man, Reaver is the best at what he does: the exact opposite of what you want him to do. Time and Sentiment have no place in the life of a multi-dimensional world destroying being, and it shows in his actions and pursuits. Very few are able to stand being around him for long, both due to his obnoxiously selfish behavior, and the constant flow of dark matter and energy he exudes at all times as the entity within him seeks to consume, consume, consume. Some would say it is a constant struggle or never ending battle, but Reaver is more than happy to pillage worlds and feed his insatiable craving for energy and life. If he is allowed.

Not far behind, often in the chaos he leaves in his wake, is another Ancient that trails him and seeks to mitigate the damage he can do. Whether or not he is successful depends entirely on how pliant Reaver is feeling that day.

Reaver was born as an Ancient, pure and simple, and much like all other Ancients at the time that meant he could assume the form of a great Dragon or Wyrm, or something more akin to what most worlds considered "human". Reaver always preferred the latter, for if offered him greater control and precision in Magic. He found the physical power worthless to himself in his Dragon form, and rarely used it. Where a normal Ancient would be seen as weaker in this state without access to their superior size and power, Reaver was anything but. His magic was unmatched and very few could stand against him - even before it all went to hell.

Some undetermined amount of time after Reaver was officially born into the world, he encountered a creature born of the Void. Twisting and roiling in it's corruption, it sought to consume him and the magic he housed within his corporeal form as they did battle for days and weeks on end. It nearly would have succeeded too, if not for in the end Reaver attempted one last gambit - absorbing the thing directly into his own body. It became fused with his magic and soul and in a way a part of his very essence. It gave him an immortal life - something most Ancients already very nearly had - but in this case it was different.

After absorbing the Void itself, Reaver could not be killed. His body could be torn asunder and scattered into the winds, and it would just reform unconciously after a time, or conciously if he planned ahead for it. He stopped aging entirely, even the way Ancients normally did, which was by choice. He seemed frozen in time in both body and soul, which only bothered him if it bothered those close to him. But perhaps the worst curse of all was the debilitating HUNGER that came with his newfound attachment to the fathomless void. His body craved the lifeforce of other living things, and if he refused the indulgence for too long his mind began to fray at the edges. He was powerless to stop it and eventually, he stopped trying alltogether.

Fall of The Radiant

It was a millenia before Reaver settled in place long enough to ping the awareness of other living beings after his initial encounter with the Void. When he did, a certain King took notice of his abilities and unique set of skills regarding the souls of other living creatures. This King took him in, gave him a platform to work from and the power to execute his experiments, and unleashed Reaver's own folly upon the world.

It wasn't long before Reaver's own ambitions were outshined by the Kings, and said Kings madness began to shine through his idylic and utopian like approach to his kingdom. Unrest flooded the streets as supposed "traitors" were executed, and the constructs and beings Reaver himself had created were used against the people he was told he was protecting. When the King began sacrificing his own loyal subjects to fuel his own greed, Reaver assisted a group of Ancients led by his friend Grigori in tearing the foundations of the corrupt regime down - at great personal cost.

In the aftermath of the war and fighting, Reaver found solace in the few souls he considered his allies and friends. He traveled with them, seeking out the King that had fled the battle as they sought revenge for his betrayal, though never fully invested in their hunt. They spent nearly a century like this, wayward hunters narrowly missing their quarry before the relative stability Reaver knew came crashing down around him.

proditione, amor, aeternum

Reaver grew close with Grigori, though he loved to needle and provoke the other Ancient as a pasttime and to get a rise out of him. His days of sewing chaos and creating monsters that lived in the dark long passed, he used the great power and strength contained in his body for more or less good deeds at the request of his travelling troupe. The Princes the the kingsom they'd destroyed played a particularly effective role in keeping him tamed, though he was ashamed to admit it.

Like most good things in Reaver's life, that too came to an end in a dramatic flourish and finite way. The Princes, Morgana, was the only other living soul that knew how Reaver's magic worked - both the arcane magic and the void holding him together - and she used it to her advantage when they narrowly missed her father once more. She pulled the void from him without his consent, tearing his body apart as she weilded magic and Void she could never hope to control. She believed it could bend the very fabric of reality itself, and she was desperate for revenge. All it did was kill her, consume her like it consumed everything else in Reaver's life, and after that Reaver wanted no more part in the merry band of revenge seekers.

He left, trailed shortly after by Grigori, and wandered the cosmos without a purpose. Occassionally he can be persuaded to take interest in a worlds plights, but more often than not he only takes interest if Grigori beckons him to do so. He seeks the Void and it's secrets, desperate for answers and more power. And above all else, to just be alone.