Jharim Highmore

The Voidborn
Jharim Highmore was reincarnated into the void after his death in [Unknown]. He was reincarnated as the child of a high house in Xaxkl Prime, a city of the Void. From their, he went to school and met his life-long friend Bartholomew. Jharim quickly grew a disdain for the magic tought in the schools, believing that humans should rely on their intellect and cunning to beat their opponents, not some force granted to a select few, that left the user defenseless if ever neutralized. Beginning the grounds for his research, Jharim investigated the few sources of magic neutralization, and used the information to build his own. Weapons, armor, and darker things soon followed. Jharim constructed a statue of silent steel, his main method of magic neutralization, with many other things within, and transferred his soul into the statue. Due to the unique nature of the Void, his face and arm immediatley grew back in, but the statue of silent steel was uneffected. He laughed, and went to school the next day. It was training day, and his classmates, knowing his usual rants about magic, strapped back on their armor. They became quite confused however, when they saw him not pick up a sword, and looked at his strange body. They didnt think much of it, knowing their abilities would go through metal easily, and laughed at him, thinking him a fool. The first round Jharim approached his panicking classmate, who realized his magic no longer worked on him. Jharim brought up his hand and drew his sabre of
 * -|Xaxklian Imperium=

A strange land
Jharim wakes up on a mountain side, and looks around. His memories of where he was before are fading fast, but he still remembers he piercing black skies, and this has none of that. He picks himself up, steel plates grinding together, and takes a look towards the cerulean skies, so unlike his own.The green grass, and the vast expanse of rust red dunes both call to him, on either side of the mountain. Does he go and congregate with the locals, or does he go to the wild territories of the dunes, and forge out his own empire. Jharim chooses the latter, not one to be cowed by a daunting task, nor to be lorded over. As he descends down the mountain, a burned man appears behind him. His blood red skin and mouth barren of teeth lead Jharim to believe that this is some infernal creature, but then it speaks.

"Hello Jharim. You may not remember me, for I barely remember much of that place, but you made me."

"Forgive me if I don't remember you, but I cannot remember anything of the sort.", says Jharim.

"My memories are fading as well, but I remember the last seconds of it. The city burned around us, the ray of brilliant light shot from that infernal thing on your head smiting all it touched. I was standing near you, when you began to turn, and my flesh began to melt. It was agony.", the burned man continued in his now manic speech, "YOU BURNED ME, YOU MADE LIKE THIS, YOU BROUGHT ME FROM MY HOME, AND YOU WILL DIE FOR IT"

The man grabbed at a sword that came with him, and Jharim, desperately thinning for a weapon, looked down, and saw a clear sabre of diamond, and he picked it up, and through his might into a parry against the already descending sword. The man flew backward, and began to laugh.

"I see that I have met someone stronger than myself in this world. Very well Jharim. I am content to join you, but I could not take this, this disfigurement, from a stupid weakling, relying on silly magics to get by."

Jharim extended his hand, and met his first friend in this world. The man introduced himself as Moe, and they found a similar desire for power. As they climbed up one of the tall pillars of the mesa, a golem steps out of the reeds of the small lake at the top. It speaks in a grinding voice, and is seemingly animated by nothing, and produces an unintelligible sound. Jharim asks the thing to join, and it speaks again, more understandable this time, almost as if it is waking up, "Yes.".

The Founding of the Empire
The three friends stood at the top of a mountain, and surveyed all around them, looking for a suitable spot to carve out their own spot in history. Eventually, they found it. A small peninsula on the coast of Prsata was all they needed. They called the town Portage, and they began to build up walls and fortifications, docks, farms, homes, and ships, and had even more new friends join them. Jharim's old friend from the void, Bartholomew Aquis, stepped into the town square through a portal, black as the deepest of the nights. Additionally, a scientist by the name of Gibby joined them as well, who was quite confusing, as he liked to put on many costumes for the fun of it. These group of 5 built their proud city, and people began to notice. People flocked to the new city in the dunes, including their neighbor, Larry, who owned a ramshackle collection of red sandstone building by an oasis in the desert. However, not all people that noticed were friendly. Axaboble, M1n0s, and a powerful being known as Morgrim the Ancient visited with mal intent, and the band fought them off every time. But they decided enough was enough. Bartholomew and Moe soon split off, and constructed the mountain city of Castrum, and we officially formed the Xaxklian Imperium. Quickly getting a third town from their old friend, Larry, our empire grew rapidly, with very small population.

The Alliegience
"Morgrim comes under assault from the west. Kylindor is marching on the walls of the undead." Moe speaks his newest intelligence, and Jharim nods, contemplating.

"He has the gall to ask for our help after invading us?" He asks, watching his friend closely, wondering what compelled his friend to almost the equivalent of treason."

"They are offering money, something we desperately need at the moment, and I for one, would like to try my skills against the rest of this world."

Jharim nods, and says to take the offer. He knows how much Moe loves the artistry in war, to him a sword was like the quill to a poet. Every stroke bringing their idea to life, or death in Moe's case. Soon afterwards, Jharim opens a portal with some of the strange functions of his suit. He began looking into them immediately upon his arrival, and soon discovered a glowing square with reams of information beyond his understanding. What he did understand though, was the word "Damaged". This word popped up next to nearly everything on this square, and he figured not much of it. The ability to move at will throughout the world was good enough as is, he supposed. They step into the armory of the dreadfort, and look around, trying to ignore the screams of the bones clattering below. Instead, he focused on the sound of Anvils hammering crystal blades into shape, forming wonderous armor and weapons. A wizard sat by a small table of jet-black stone, with a book hovering above it, chanting incantations, and the armor toughened beyond what should be possible. A booming voice calls out, and they turn to a skeleton in war gear, flowing with the green energy of souls.

"I am Morgrim, and we need your help. Our little "Misunderstanding" on the coast can be forgotten in the face of wealth can't it?"

Jharim agrees, for he loves wealth and power more than anything in this world.

"Good, my friend. By all estimates, the Kylindorian army will arrive within a week, and we are hard at work in preparation. I hope that I am not making a mistake in bringing you here." Morgrim laughs, as he knows that we will not make a move in this infernal fortress, surrounded by legions of his most loyal followers.

The week passed quickly. Another of the towns in the alliance, a town called Uradon, was sieged by the army on the way over, and we beat them easily.

How that would change in only a few days' time.

The Siege
We didn't expect it to be over so fast. We began strong, holding out against the tide of the Army below, but then the cannons began their work. A massive gleaming contraption of copper and steel, it hurled iron through the walls with the force of a giant. Jharim made a mental note, and then got back to the defense of the new breach in the wall, and he thought of ideas as he fought. Eventually, the tides tore down the gates, and the fortress was no more, lost in the tide of men. Morgrim walks up to Jharim, asking if he can come down to live with them after the war ends. They agreed, and Jharim walked away, a new weapon in mind, and a small crystal in hand.
 * -|The Grand Lichdom=

The Conversion

 * -|Lost Memories=

Disclaimer (OOC)
These are all memories lost to Jharim in character, and can be considered OOC reasons for his current equipment on the server. It is a simple backstory to some of the events that help shape Jharim's personality, and some lore with other people. This is not power gaming, and should not be taken in the context of the server.

Early Life
Jharim Highmore was "born" into house Highmore of the Void city of Xaxkl Prime. Here he grew up, and met a friend, Bartholomew Aquis. Jharim trained both his mind and body constantly, which led to the development of Jharim's most important tools.

Research
Jharim's research within the void was truly groundbreaking for void civilizations. Listed below are some of his more important ones. Unfortunatley, much of Jharim's research has been lost, and the specifics are not known, even by Jharim himself, thanks to the Voidcrown accident.

Materials
Materials that Jharim has developed:

Silent Steel
Silent steel, a material known for its high toughness, strength, resistance to deformity, and ability to silence magic, is the crux of Jharim's research. One of the first things he discovered, silent steel made him a formidable opponent against the other children, who usually relied on magics. Silent steel operates off of the Order machination. The Order machination is a device within all silent steel contraptions that allows the silent steel to easily maintain its shape, and condition, all to maintain order. This includes a small sphere around the machines, where it will automatically break down most magics, as they are born of Chaos, the directly opposing force to Order.

Null Energy
Null Energy, otherwise known as A.H.A. (Antimatter-Hardlight Alloy) is a material used in most of Jharim's weapons. The antimatter constantly emitted by the Order machine is contained and solidified via an alloying process with hardlight. This allowed for the formation of blades and shields of the energy, that destroyed whatever they contacted, which could be launched, and was practically infinite, due to the extreme speed of antimatter production.

Weapons Projects
Jharim's Weapons projects, all of which survive today, in Alathra, unfortunately, most were damaged beyond the repair capabilities of the time period.

Null Blades
The Null Blades are the essential weapon of Jharim's kit. Constructed of null energy, they can quickly tear through any opponent due to the nature of antimatter. Constantly being regenerated, the null blade in its true, undamaged form is incredibly powerful, biting into armor, cracking, and releasing a torrent of antimatter, obliterating the body. Afterward, the blade is repaired with hardlight, to prevent the extremely volatile effects of antimatter.

Null Bolt
The Null Bolt is a ranged application of null energy. It is charged up, then release in a devastating blast of energy, however, it is once again damaged, and can only fire conventional ammunition, such as arrows.

The Voidcrown
[Redacted by mandate of the Grand Council]

The SAAMMVTS
Jharim has made only one, highly important innovation in armor. The SAAMMVTS. An acronym for Strength Amplifying, Anti-Magic, Multi-verse traveling suit. The suit has an onboard reactor, MVTD (Multi-Verse Travel Drive), and J-23 Jets. The suit allows for multiverse travel by directly allowing people breathe in off-world atmospheres by pumping require chemicals into the bloodstream; as well as facilitating travel to the place in question with portal technology. The suit also has near-infinite power, with the potential for *alternate* fuel sources. The suit is constructed out of silent steel, allowing for anti-magic effects to be present around the wearer. The suit also amplifies the user's strength to that of being able to level buildings in a single blow and allow for the transport of extremely high amounts of blocks. Unfortunately, the suit is wildly expensive to produce, and Jharim is wearing the only prototype in existence.

The Incident
The incident referred to here is the only successful test of the Voidcrown, in which it leveled a city. The consciousness in charge of the void, Fred, was so angered by the true deaths of millions of souls, that he ejected Jharim from the void, landing him in Alathra. This also means that he cannot return to the void, and even if he dies, he will simply wake up again in his bed. Unfortunately, most of Jharim's memories were lost upon his exit from the void, but he learns every day through the whispers sent through the Voidcrown, and his own suit's diagnostic readout.