[ WP ] The story of a character known to a select few as The Silencer .

I'm 6 feet tall, to the smallest measurable fraction of an inch. I have built and conditioned my body to the peak of physical ability, and maintained it ever since I was Sparta, learning the brutal art of Pankration. I will say with some pride that even their kings considered me gifted. 
 
 I have roamed through these milennia in strange circles. Once you've crossed the threshold of centuries of life, there are few circles open to you that are not strange. For many, many years I wondered at my undying nature. At long last, I learned that I have the nature of a mage. A strange one, to be certain, but a mage none the less. 
 
 Most wizards do n't fear a mage. A mage only has skill in one arena. Conjurers, evokers, seers, all one-trick ponies. They're dangerous, certainly, but easily countered. A wizard can do all of these. And they know to fear this mage. 
 
 I am, as far as it is known, the only mage of silencing. Magical workings fail at the simplest exertion of my will. At a whim, the mightiest practitioner is simply a man. Usually a man of average or less physical ability. 
 
 As I've said, Pankration is a brutal art.
