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Ordinarily there would be a description or bio here, but I got nothing..
EDIT: THERE IS NOW A BACKSTORY AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE.
Here's some older versions, just because
Now with 300% more backstory.
“We have been betrayed.”
The plan has succeeded and Teridax had taken over The Great
“We’ve been betrayed.”
Hordes of Rahkshi flowed through the gates of Destral. They
floated ever closer, stretching as far as the eye could see in every direction.
The seas gnashed like hungry maws against the shore and storms crackled with
laughter overhead. It seemed ironic, ever comedic, that the makuta could be overrun
by their own sons.
Tak looked up, he was alone in Destral. All the other Makuta
had already fled or scrambled to the front lines. In his hands he clutched a glowing
mask. It was unlike any we had ever seen, the face gazed with malevolence, its
spikes curved like talons. Adding to the oddity, he found it inside a large
rahi that he happened to be “experimenting” on at the time. Aside from the
beast’s unusual aggression, it displayed a greater abnormal trait. It wouldn’t
die. So Tak had it dissected. In the stomach of the creature was the strange
mask, it seemed to call to h-
Tak was jerked out of thought by an explosion followed by the
sound of chattering and thousands of metal claws charging though the outer
halls. Another explosion. Lightning bolts crashed against the roof
relentlessly. He had little time, he ran into his study and picked up anything
small enough to carry. A notebook, a crystal with unidentifiable runes, the mask. As he ran past a table filled
with long dead experiments, a bolt of lightning crashed through the roof and
landed mere feet away from him. “Teridax is aiming
at me!” Tak thought. Clutching his possessions he ran into the next room,
looking for an escape; but it was too late. The ceiling crumbled and fell around
him and he knew no more.
Someone awoke. He opened his eyes. There was nothing but
black, he was entombed in stone, for years he pushed, shoved, begged and cried.
Until one day, when he pushed nothing pushed back. He stood up, many other
creatures did the same. The nameless figure flinched, they didn’t move. He noticed
that they had been dead for innumerable years. Lacking all traces of skin and flesh,
they were naught but bone and metal. With a cold feel in his stomach, he
realized that the abominations belonged to his. Examining his surroundings, he noted
that he stood in the ruins of a fortress surrounded by a swamp. Walking to the mire
he tried to realized he had no name.
“Maybe something short like ‘Tak’,” he mused. “No, that won’t
do at all.” He looked into the waters, his reflection looked back. His mask had
spikes curved like talons and a face that gazed with malevolence.
He grinned. “My name Is Al’ Takire. I am a lich”