Born in the 17th century in the quaint little village of Henry-on-the-Knob to Lord and Lady Darkwink. Here, in the hills of England, I learned the Dark Arts of Necromancy. I used these wondrous powers of the Underworld to grant myself unnatural long life, and for the past 350 years I have spent this time reading, growing my power, writing poetry and such, and now and then enjoying a nice cup of tea. Read the writing I have written, if you dare! Be warned; your soul may be the ultimate price you pay for the pleasure of reading my superior prose...
