Vlad

https://minotar.net/helm/Vladimire123/150.jpg When I was just a boy my mother was burned at the stake for witchcraft. What they did not realize was the I to had this gift but my magic was of the undead and the flame.I was adopted by an old man who lived by a graveyard, he trained me and loved me like a son. One day we went to a Volcano and I could hear the flames calling to me so I lept in.When I arose from the molten pools I found my blood turned to magma, my flesh molten iron and rock, and my mind filled with the screams of the nether. I killed the old man and began my new life. the lava in my veins is turning to obsidian and soon I will die. My tomb is constructed and now all that is needed is for the lava in my heart to be re-lit. To all of you who were my friends thank you and maybe we will see each other again.