Darkness, blackness, is the first impression one would gain from veiwing this… human? Well, physically, he seems human enough, blackened leather boots rising from his feet, almost to knee-height. The boots cover the bottom of his plain, black leggings. A leather tunic (once again, black in colour) covers the mans chest and elbow-length gloves raise from his fingers along forearms. The mans body is heavily tanned and well-muscled, and rimming his lean facial features is unruly, shoulder-length hair. Those features seem exotic, though - otherworldly, as though they shouldnt belong on a human. The expression is always predatory. Another odd thing about this man, though, is that his eyes - not just the pupils, his entire eyes - are a moonless, midnight black, swirling of their own accord like pools of tar. Should one get to know this man further than his appearance, they would find hatred. A malevolant, barely controlled hatred for all life around him. Accompanying this hatred is unhidden Arrogance which saturates every word his piercing voice utters. Magi would no doubt feel about him an obvious aura of power - though he certainly does not seem to dress in the ‘traditional’ manner of a sorcerer.
Terror. Respect. Hatred. Xarlith could almost feel all the pitiful humans wrapped with these emotions when the ancient black dragon glided unfettered overhead. The Wyrm all but fed off injecting such emotions into the weakling humans, and he has had many centuries to gorge himself. Of course, some resisted. Some shot arrows up which uselessly snapped apon striking the thick, scaled hide of the creature. Some warriors sought to kill him in his own lair to put an end to his terrorising. All of these, of course, died horribly.
As it were, those centuries of easy pickings also fueled his arrogance, causing to think himself invincible. As a result, apon seeing a lone, green-robed male in the middle of an expansive open plain, he chose not to slaughter him quickly using magics, flame or acid, but casually curled around in his flight, lowering to just a few feet of ground level and streaking towards this fool human with the intention of snapping him up in his wide maw. The dragon grew amused apon hearing some mutterings in the wind, and he all but chuckled - the fool human was muttering to himself even as the dragon was nearing him. Probably uttering his final prayer to a god, Xarlith had thought. Or perhaps the man was insane and didnt even notice the Wyrm. With only a few meters distance between them, the green-robed figure abruptly halted his mutterings and raised a hand, pointing directly at the dragon.
The next few minutes were a blur for Xarlith, for, in his arrogance, he had not been aware the robed figure was a mage! The great Wyrms flight faltered, wings failing to work as his body abruptly altered, and the still enormous form of the dragon tumbled in a death roll - unfortunately for the mage, directly at him, crushing the life out of the only person who may have been able to change the dragon back. Xarlith eventually came to a halt in the roll, but was only semi-conscious now, giving the occasional twitch as his form shrunk rapidly. Wings shot into his back, disappearing first, and his claws slid back, making way for fingernails. Black scales melted together and brightened, forming skin, and the magnicifent, dextrous tail slid back, shrinking and disappearing. Within a few minutes, all that rested in the plains was the bloody, crushed form of the green mage, and a single, naked human.
In time, and with much fury, Xarlith had come to the realisation of what had happened to him. he had become what he previously deemed as ‘cattle’. The wretched mage had turned him into a human! A bieng of insignifigance! How dare such a puny creature do this to him! He must rectify this… he must find an artefact to turn him back, or perhaps find a spell in a spellbook somewhere which could help. Maybe he could manipulate one of the many feeble-minded humans into helping him.
Countless ideas streamed through his thoughts, and he set off, intending to get this most embarrasing spectacle over with so he can exact his revenge and slaughter all humans he encounters as payment for this ridicule.
Xarliths ultimate goal is to become a dragon again, and he will do this by any means necessary, even tagging along with adventurers to places which may hold spells or magi. But this also means he deems humans as expendable. He would gladly betray - as a matter of fact, he would prefer to betray.
Xarlith is still extremely arrogant and thinks himself invincible. This is by no means true - his main form of defence was the thick scales he had. Now he has supple, pink flesh which will allow a blade to glide through easily.
Xarlith, though now physically weak, is still mentally formidible - he has access to all ‘dark’ and ‘evil’ spells, plus a few other spells (such as fireball and acid fog, etc…). Though arrogant, he is not a fool - on the contrary, he is extremely intelligent and deducting, so he will not rush blindly into a group of humans to slay them - he would think out the simplest and safest way to dispatch them all.
This character is my way of bringing a more powerful, hungry personality down in a way that it won’t seem ‘munchie’ and, as with most of my characters, he is obviously evil.