Molgoth the Defiler

Molgoth has not lived a kind life. Born in an excessively large pool of siblings, he was the special winged one said to be blessed by a god or two with draconic power. Despite his position in prophecy, he was beaten nearly every day of his life, as were all the others, in a free-for-all survival deathmatch. On many an occasion, he nearly died. This harsh upbringing has churned out one of the most dangerous beings to ever be born a mortal. He craves for nothing but power, often using violence to achieve whatever he wants. He is fully content with destroying a greater of two evils, since he knows he's safe if he's the most unhinged person in the room. He has dedicated nearly his entire life to learning, mostly on how to be more powerful, and he curses the Gods every day. He cares nothing for the greedy family he has left behind, nor does he remember how many of them he has put in the ground.

Molgoth has severely scarred skin, scales almost as black as his soul, with the scars having healed back with gold coloured scales instead akin to kintsugi art, with gold coloured eyes that stare coldly through whatever he looks at, and a pair of wings he hides under his clothes. He wears an indigo mage robe that is open down the front over top of burgundy shorts with a brown satchel over his shoulder. He doesn't wear a shirt, but his torso is covered in bandages. His clothes are old, torn, and dirty, covered in blood and sweat; both his own and not. He doesn't wear shoes. Wears a necklace and rings made out of bone and teeth. He carries a tome of knowledge bound in the flesh of his parents, with pages made from his siblings, where he stores all the knowledge he has accumulated.

Molgoth is referred to as "the Defiler" because he is just the worst. Desecrating holy sites and graves, breaking truces and treaties, torturing and murdering, doing anything to get his jollies out. If he isn't having fun, he isn't doing it right. He used to be part of a clan known as the Defilers, back then he was just a Defiler, but he killed every last one of them, and now he is THE Defiler. Sometime during his childhood he had his wings ripped off, yet somehow he has never tried to regain them. His personal forbidden magic is time manipulation, allowing him to slow it down, speed it up, or even stop time on a whim. However, for reasons unknown, he carries a second forbidden magic, being able to shunt something through time. This one is incredibly taxing, however, and if used too often will kill him.