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AHA
AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!Ah... there's several to choose from, but I shall select... can't even remember his name. Well, doesn't matter, I summon thee from the depths, Metanecromage...
Davar! (I knew it started with a D!)
Davar began as a humble mage in a demonic wasteland, due to a demonic invasion involving a cult, powerful archmage, and bumbling gaggle of mages many years prior. A skilled (+2) necromancer and novice (+1) scholar (arcane magic) and runecrafter, he eventually found his fondness for Arcane magic exceeded his necromancy, and he became quite fond of his ability to levitate (mainly just smooshed him against the ceiling) and generate a blurring shield around himself or others.
He also found his fondness for crafting and looting exceeded his regular combat ability, though he showed great insight in his battle against Moloch, most physically powerful of the world's three demon lords- he figured out how to alter the demon's magical pylons against it, turning its magical strength into degeneration. He also snapped off and kept one of the regeneration pylons, hoping to turn it into something later, and made an awesome, if rather cumbersome, breastplate from the massive demon's incredibly heavy armor, though he graciously gifted said item to a more melee-oriented comrade. Perhaps not surprisingly, he was also the party's best and only blacksmith, an odd profession when you're wandering hellish wastes trying to not be eaten.