Klaus Ikra



Born a spirit one combination of many souls, his body was made from the pains and sorrows of those who went into Daemonheim. These tormented and forgotten spirits laid waste to the dungeons and pathways of the relic that once rumored to belong to the Dragon Kin.

This spirit was formed roughly within the late fourth age, Seeing as he was nothing more then spirit made of others souls he was forced to feed upon their thoughts, memories, and worries of those who died before him soon he begans to take into accord his own self being, his history fluently forged and convinced onto others allowed him to grow stronger and take his roots into the world and hold his ground.

"Offical" History

a demon he was called, klaus was an elf he loved to wander and enjoy his freedom as soon as he was able to walk at age nineteen, he enjoyed wandering about the elven camp. Soon klaus lusted for more, at seventy he was sneaking off with the hunters and the trackers to explore the Forrest to see life outside of the camp, everything seemed to fall before klaus his life and exploration of freedom, all that changed when klaus turned two hundred, he was kicked out of the camp for a crime he didn't commit, accusation of murder....

From their he wandered to Ardougne with nothing in hand more then a walking staff, when he came their it was over run by the mahjarret hazel, he didn't wish to get involved in the drama going on in the area so he continued to wander, time passed and he aged before settling in taverly among the druids he grew away from seren and began to form his attachment to guthix.

time passed klaus had just turned threehundred, he had formed six personality's since he had joined ninety years before hand, the balance of guthix that the druids placed in him he grew bored of them and started to wander heading back west over white wolf mountain towards Ardougne once more settling down for the night in the "poison arrow" it had grown late and klaus was drinking bottle of wine after bottle of wine, when two void knights had came in looking for potential recruits, klaus paid them no mind until the bar maid had gotten on his nerves and he was getting ready to burn her alive, fire ball in hand, the shadows on the girls face showed fear the two void knights at the door, the elder of the two little did he know would soon become his adopted father Tyr Ikra.

klaus went with the two void knights back to their island out of sheer curiousity where he became a void knight under the Deputy Admiral seph, Klaus became quick friends with the others knights treating them like family. One nigh after a late meeting he was called aside by Tyr Ikra, who had taken an intrest in klaus and seeing as he was without children of his own he asked if Klaus would like him to become his father, Klaus was hesitant as first before accepting the name Ikra, little did he know he would soon grow to hate it.

The revolution broke out, his father Tyr had grown sick of Seph's laziness and demanded the void knights for his own and demand Seph to either retire or quit. Seph refused both and the war broke out tearing the void knights apart, from there klaus wandered once more till a stray night he came across a girl in a bar, little did he know she would change his life, her name Xuksesra, she opened his eyes to the art of assassination, he took to it like flies to honey, he began to hone in on his art with the sword and to sharpen his mind as well, sadly Xuksesra turned against him abandoning him after he failed his task to assassinate his own brother Pyr Ikra.

From there klaus learned the void knights was open as he took back to them but not staying long because it wasn't the same without seph in control, he moved and with a quest for knowledge in mind he opened the philosophy guild, and held it long and strong until he handed his prize possession over to a friend wishing for him to continue upon his dream until he returned from his vacation.

He returned to shambles and left to the desert to find peace and tranquility, little did he know he would find much more then that. Their he met the love of his life and mother of his child Shenkian, his life didn't last long once again he had been killed leaving his wife and his only son Jacob the Heir to the Ikra name at the time to further on with his future.

Over time Klaus began to return his spirit forming from the place of his own birth... the bowls of Daemonheim... From this he began to realize that he wasnt an Elf, Human, or even a demon. He was nothing more then a shade, a spirit made from the tormented souls of others... As much as it pained him it pleased him... He was immortal... As long as souls existed in the dungeons of daemonheim... as long as people dared to rush into its heart seeking for its rewards he would have the souls of there fallen to help shape him...