How would you like to wake up in this situation? This is my character, Ahkra. He is the incarnation of Darkness, per say. He had been forced by the Goddess of Corruption, Lia'Eryn, into the Temple of the Sphinxes, which would bring about his ruin. No one, no thing had ever survived the Temple of the Sphinxes. It was designed to kill Immortals, and it could destroy anything. It could destroy time. The Temple, however, did not destroy Ahkra. Ahkra went into a sort of rage, and with it and his power escaped the Temple somehow. He cannot remember what happened, but he woke up on a strange world he had never seen. The earth was soaked in the blood of the people who had lived there, for every man and beast had been slain. Everything was quiet, the horizon was undesturbed, and the air rang with death. He did not know it, but the struggling peoples had ripped his clothes to shreds which fell away from him in their attempt to kill him. He was untouchable, he was unscatheable. No sword could marr him, no arrow could pierce him. Ahkra's only weapon, his scythe, had not been used. It stood planted in the ground, glistening cleanly. Ahkra's hands, however, were blood-coated.