Bio: Well lets talk about the man known as Internment, this runner of the shadows operates mostly under the shroud of deception and mists of legend. For their is actually no concrete proof of his existence other them the rumblings of old soldiers that have claimed to have seen Internment lurking around camps and battlefields, As the legend goes this man will ride in on a black horse with a ashen mane and breaths fire, he just observes the battlefield or camp from afar till the time is right to strike. This is when Internment rides into the camp and with the surest of strikes he steals the life from his target. one by one they fall before the majesty that is his steed, and just as quickly as he arrived he vanishes back into the night leaving only the lifeless corpses behind and the sent of fire and brimstone. For three days Internment will strike killing any who dare to stand in his path as he drags their souls down to the fiery pits of hell. This is of course a precursor to the main event, as Internment’s presence at the battlefield or camp is just a demoralizer and not the main event. For this he rides into the camp of his victims and with a crack of lighting and the rumbling of thunder he strikes ever so deadly as the mists roll in and clouds blanket the sky. The winds of the north howl with such force as to extinguish all flames and soon the generators fail and total darkness consumes the land only the burning embers of his steeds eyes piercing the night and the sickly reddish glow of his sword as Internment makes his way calmly towards the the tent, office or bedroom of the commander. Time seems to be at a standstill as he gracefully avoids all the awaiting soldiers as he enters the commanders domicile. What happens next is left up to interpretation and myth, though all accounts report that the commanders body is discovered the next morning beheaded and without any blood are sign of struggle. The body shrunken and mummified nothing more then a husk of it’s former self.