Nateren, The Scion of Earth

Of the great and the mighty within the land of Interitus, none are as great as Nateren, Scion of Earth. An archmage of little to no regard, Nateren is an engima of his kind, a dwarven wizard turned grandiose archmage. Deep within the northern mountains of Interitus, Nateren does live, in a castle carved from living earth. It is said the his castle changes shape due to the dwarf's mood, twisting and changing as he sees fit.
The question is raised though, of just who is Nateren, this queer dwarf wizard. Born from a time long ago, within a world cloaked in mist, Nateren, Nate to his friends, found himself in the age old struggle of life versus death. Or more importantly, versus beings of undeath. It an battle of the ages, Nateren managed to bring down an Atropal, a diseased god-fetus bringing death where it ever did tread. He went in with a group of six, warriors and clerics and all, but only he survived, changed, but still alive.
It was at this point that Nateren began to hear the words of the earth, whispering and calling out to him, like a mother's touch, soft and caring. He listened, as we all do, to the voice deep beneath the earth, it's chilling visions of the future filing him with horror. The earth told him of the end that was coming, the destruction of Arevlan, the world he had always known. What it did not offer, however, was an escape. It shared this vision with him not to prevent it, but instead, to taunt and to mock. A punishment for bringing down a being far beyond his mortal self.
Nateren refused to agree to this, believing without a doubt there was a way to prevent this apocalypse, to prevent the end that seemed so clear, the Interitus that was still yet to arrive. It would require a pilgrimage, he knew. A journey to the darkest corners of the world, deals to make with beings of god-like power, and horrors unlike anything the living had seen.
Eventually, his journey took him to the long abandoned citadel of Gorenfil, a once glorious dwarven citadel now reduced to a den of depravity. It is to this day unknown what he discovered within the citadel, but whatever it was, it has placed the fear of the beyond into this once fearless dwarf. He claims to have been within the citadel for only a week, swearing this upon his life, but as he exited, he found himself not within the world he had always known, instead, lost within the world of Interitus.

Year of Birth

1 BoI 374 Years old

Circumstances of Birth

A dwarf born to a dwarvish couple, though not expecting. He quickly realized he had a gift for the arcane, despite what his parents wished for him..

Eyes

Dark black.

Hair

Brown, tied off in a ponytail.

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Pale white.

Height

4'11

Weight

240lb