Percival Duncan Graham
Black Doom

When all is taken except one's breath, therein one is doomed. No hope, no goals, no soul, no conscious thought as all are taken through hideous torture leaving an empty shell.

Welcome to the Pit of Hades.

He did not go by his first name, which he hated, and if anyone found out his real name and used it, he wouldn't think twice on cutting out their tongue so it was never spoken again. Dark hair, eyes and disposition, he stood at six foot of a solid build.

Twisted mind and a black heart best described this man of wealthy influence and an insatiable desire to crush, maim and kill, physically and mentally. His dark looks hinted at the evil within even if he could charm a snake to his will. Whom he couldn't charm he'd torture or killed. He had wealth, lands and titles to hide behind and he owned an isle he dubbed Hades. Its profit was slavery, of any nationality, there he didn't discriminate in oppression. They were his grunt laborers, the mining of pearls and the picking, crating and loading, unloading of citrus fruits. They were also used for sport in torture; instilling fear in the others to keep them in line. He had friends of kind and never would they even turn their backs on the other, or find a knife in it.

The family and authorities were never able to solve the mystery of her death and what she was doing down at the docks by herself one night. They never suspected the adoring husband who admitted she'd been acting suspiciously lately. As far as they knew, he couldn't bear the grief and moved away to make a new life. Pawns. Sheep. So easy to pull the wool over their eyes and he had that gift of gab.

As the years passed he made Hades his home. Here he could live as he pleased and not have to hide his deeds. He was the law here, he was the hand of Doom and he reveled in this power. He had one friend, not unlike himself, that helped supply him with slaves and other goods. This man was the notorious Black Beard and the two together were invincible in their deeds.

A man, a Frasier man, discovered information on his island. A runaway slave, few that survived had come across the man in the lands she ended up. NO one escaped his island and so he set out after her. The lands were the total opposite of all he stood for. He managed to put the woman in a crate, with a few others to kill first, to come back for her later. It was here he was intercepted by Daniel Frasier and left for dead. Eric was with him on this outing, having a taste for killing and blood. He found out the older brother had set sail for Hades, so the two abandoned their project to sail back. They came in near the end of the assault and barely escaped back out. Eric went his way with Doom's financial ruin and he headed for the Netherlands to recuperate. Here he spent three years amassing money to rebuild what he had lost. All the while what played on his mind and drove him, was to one day get even with the Frasiers of the Falkirk clan.

He started venturing out again when he came upon a ship flying that very crest. He attacked, intending to sink and kill all aboard but the one was an excellent captain, to his chagrin and dismay. He had been flying a Netherlands family crest he managed to obtain and another happen to come upon them. The Frasier ship fled and when the captain of the other stopped to help them as their ship was left sinking, he was disposed and his ship taken over.

The Unholy Trinity

Black Doom	Black Beard	Stirling Scourge

--Note: this is only a roleplaying character - an evil one. He in no way reflects the beliefs of his player. He is only for a particular, fictional story to be written as a villain. No ooc or roleplay in IMs, ignores ooc in live roleplaying rooms. Here only to write, not socialize or deal with immature minds.--