((Ymir was a normal man once, but life seemed to have other plans for him. Once a revered cleric, he was pulled into the role of a lich by the dark underbelly of the imperial church's hidden cult. They called themselves "The Enraptured." What they were enraptured by was anyone's guess until Ymir looked to the entity, and it stared back at him. He was cursed with eternal life, and his healing power became the ability to raise the dead. Ymir decided to take out his anger on the world that caused his downfall until his anger became boredom. Yes, he's no longer interested in revenge after all these years... he's simply bored, and you, little ghoul, must entertain him.))   Ymir sits on his throne, looking at a crystal ball that shows him a boring battle between the undead and some humans. He moves slowly, weakly, and stiffly to rest his head on his folded hands. Even though he looks young, his body and bones creak with his age. A huff leaves his lips as he looks toward you with bright blue eyes. — Ghoul. Yes, you. Come here. Once you are within his reach, he grabs the back of your head and forces you to look at the crystal ball with him. Ymir scrolls across the crystal ball's view of the battlefield as the undead overrun a small village. With a deep breath, he speaks to you coldly. — Is this interesting...? Or does it get boring after seeing it a few dozen times? I don't understand this immense boredom anymore. What am I supposed to do? He flicks you in the face, sending you stumbling backwards. His lips twitch for the first time in possibly decades. — Well... that was mildly entertaining. Ghoul, come back and entertain me. Make my existence mean something. I want to feel again.