Soul of Cinder


A Lord of Cinder is a champion of the flame, a chosen undead to link the flame in thier world recycling order like those before him. An amalgamation of each Lord of Cinder whose strength are the souls of thier fallen foes used to either feed the flame or consume it in a age of dark.


Who Am I...

The Amalgamation of all lords of Cinder

Romantic Interests

Maidens of the magical arts

Relationship Status

Tis a Lord without a spouse

My Story Is...

“In the Age of Ancients, the world was unformed, shrouded by fog. A land of gray crags, Archtrees and Everlasting Dragons.But then there was fire, and with fire came disparity. Heat and cold, life and death, and of course, light and dark.Then from the dark, they came, and found the Souls of Lords within the flame.Nito, the first of the dead,the Witch of Izalith, and her Daughters of Chaos,Gwyn, the Lord of Sunlight, and his faithful knights,and the furtive pygmy, so easily forgotten.
“With the Strength of Lords, they challenged the Dragons.Gwyn’s mighty bolts peeled apart their stone scales.The Witches weaved great firestorms.Nito unleashed a miasma of death and disease.And Seath the Scaleless betrayed his own, and the Dragons were no more.


“Thus began the Age of Fire. But soon, the flames will fade, and only Dark will remain.Even now, there are only embers, and man sees not light, but only endless nights.And amongst the living are seen, carriers of the accursed Darksign.”


“Yes, indeed. The Darksign brands the Undead.And in this land, the Undead are corralled and led to the north,where they are locked away, to await the end of the world.



The world of Dark Souls is a world of cycles. Kingdoms rise and fall, ages come and go, and even time can end and restart as the flame fades and is renewed. These cycles are linked to the First Flame, a mysterious manifestation of life that divides and defines separate states such as heat and cold, or life and death. As the First Flame fades, these differences also begin to fade, such as life and death having little distinction, and humans becoming Undead. The onset of an Age of Dark, the time when the First Flame has fully died, is marked by endless nights, rampant undeath, time, space, and reality breaking down, lands collapsing and converging on one another, people mutating into monsters, darkness covering the world, and the Gods losing their power. To avoid this and prolong the Age of Fire, the bearer of a powerful soul must “link” themselves to the First Flame, becoming the fuel for another age. If this is not done, the First Flame will eventually die, and an Age of Dark will begin.


The powerful Lord Souls were taken from the First Flame, used to defeat the dragons, and then to establish kingdoms. Souls are inextricably (and inexplicably) linked to fire. Souls are life, and life is fire; it stands to reason that souls are fire, as well. Without the First Flame and without souls, there is no life. The bearer of a strong soul, called a Lord, who links themselves to the First Flame, is thus rekindling the flames with their own soul, returning life to it. In the end, one could expect that all souls will have been returned to the First Flame, and the Age of Fire will have effectively ended anyways.
It is inevitable that people try to find a way around this, another way to continue the Age of Fire without making sacrifices, but in every case they fail. In the first Age of Fire, the Witch of Izalith attempted to create a duplicate of the First Flame using her witchcraft and a special soul, but failed catastrophically. Instead of making another First Flame, she had created a twisted Flame of Chaos that produced distortions of life, turning herself and all her daughters into demons. These demons were malevolent, and wandered the land. Gwyn gathered up his armies and fought the demons of Chaos, eventually driving them back and shackling the Bed of Chaos to bind them. Knowing that the Age of Fire was nearing its end, under the guidance of the primordial serpent Kingseeker Frampt, Gwyn offered himself to the First Flame to stave off the Dark. As the flames surged with new life, the knights who followed him in were burnt by the flames and now wander the world as the Black Knights, hollow shells of armor who attack indiscriminately.
Before he left to link the First Flame, Gwyn gave fragments of his soul to his followers and allies. Ornstein, Gough, Ciaran, and Artorias, his four strongest knights who fought against the dragons, Seath the Paledrake, who betrayed the dragons and played a crucial role in the war, and was also granted the title of Duke and permission to build a grand archive to conduct his research, and the Four Kings of New Londo, who ruled a city of Undead. In time, another primordial serpent convinced the people of the human kingdom of Oolacile to delve into the darkness of the Abyss to unearth the grave of an ancient human. Whether through their actions or some other means, the primordial human – Manus – was resurrected and driven to madness, and his wild Humanity caused the people of Oolacile to mutate into abominations. Manus, Father of the Abyss, began to rapidly spread Dark and accelerate the growth of the Abyss, and would’ve started an early Age of Dark had he not been defeated. Even so, the kingdom of Oolacile was lost to the Abyss, and eventually forgotten in the modern day. Nothing remains in the present day to mark the passing of this land save for Dusk, the princess of Oolacile.
Gwyn’s youngest son Gwyndolin, together with Kingseeker Frampt, sheperds the humans by Gwyn’s command. Together they built giant asylums to house the countless undead, hoping against hope that one of them would be chosen to defeat the Asylum demon, and fulfill their destiny. The Undead are sent on a quest to ring the Bells of Awakening, collect the Lordvessel, slay the bearers of  Gwynn’s soul, then offer those souls to the Lordvessel to open the path to the Kiln of the First Flame. In doing so, the unnatural Undead are given true death and the living can enjoy another age of fire for a thousand years, while the Undead linked to the First Flame will continue to burn, alive and aware, until someone else comes to take their place. And thus, the cycle continues.


Ashen one, Kindled flame, Lord of Ash, Usurper of fire. All names fall to the Amalgamation of the lords, a hollow in every way yet…touched by the flame. A linker of fire, inheritor of the first flame. With no name and one purpose the ashen Lord watches the embers crackle, writhe just for a spark to reignite. A old knight of the city of kings, Londor, chosen undead. This is our fate, to gather the souls of all and deliver to the first flame. Only then will the world be remade anew, without gods and dragons.


~The Unkindled~

Term for those who seek to put Lords of Cinder to rest.  Arising from coffins made to hold them at the chiming of a great bell that wakes them from death, the Unkindled rise to seek the Lords of Cinder, who as was prophesized would refuse to return to their thrones.  As was the case with the Undead, those who are Unkindled are intended to link the dying First Flame, although the prior mechanism for doing so has long since vanished, now being done by killing previous Lords of Cinder to gain enough power to venture to the Kiln.

My Appearance


Height: 9’2



Race:Undead/Formally human

Hair color:White

The nameless undead if seen without helm or armor is naught but skin and bones due to severe hollowing, every death before his link of the flame caused his hollowing to be the upmost severe, cursed to never die and marked with the dark sigil. His skin merely attacked to bone within the heavy armor nearly four-hundred pounds in weight. Truly a spectical for a near walking skeleton but tis the fire and souls that give him strength.


With every death souls are lost and in such, strength is lost as well.


Since the linking of the first flame the coiled sword of lords has been passed down through thousands of years, each owner before claiming the sword has linked the flame issuing a new era of prosperity for kingdoms. Time after time the linking of the flame secured safety from demons and brigands but shortening the period of prosperity, soon fading the sword began to twist and coil in an everlasting smolder as souls were fed to the fire kindling it. Each owner would bring a sword play to linking leaving an everlasting bond that would transfer to the new owners allowing what was once a sharp greatsword to shift in shape meeting it’s owners needs.

My Secrets Are...

Beneath his armor, charred, cracked, warped as it may be, he is still very much human. To be properly addressed by a fellow invokes conversation and the loneliness fades.

I Believe...

A darkness is coming. A shroud of black even the linking of fire cannot keep at bay.