The Antimage (Current)
Philus Filial

Physical Appearance:

A head full of boyishly - curly reddish brown hair, stout (fat), narrow, cold brown eyes, aristocratic brows, receding chin and thick lips. Wears papal robes and headdress. Wears “The Ring of Cletus” taken from Cletus, the first sorcerer hunted because he wouldn’t resurrect a holy man when requested by his zealous  followers when the Romans ruled Jerusalem.

Conflict:

The Antimage seeks to destroy all sorcerers in a so-called Holy Crusade that has lasted over 2000 years, and is the last in a line of Antimages. He utilizes magic under the guise of prayers, claiming the power comes of God as a defense against the corruption that walks among them. He has soldiers who are called clerics, a holy designation as well as faithful followers of the faith, ordinary citizens. His home is in a palace in the legendary city of Damar, a land hidden within a mountain range as mysterious as the magical world. It co-exists with modern times but remains undiscovered and unrecognized. The Antimage and Clerics interact with the modern Human world. But the ordinary citizens are all kept in the dark about the outside world and live as in medieval times.

The Antimage uses prayers against sorcerers, but they are actually spells. The clerics are blessed and fed what they believe are consecrated wafers before they go to battle, but actually the wafers contain the blood of dead sorcerers, carefully collected and blended into the wafers. The Antimage subsists on a greater amount of these wafers, which are carefully guarded, power being temporarily transferred to those who eat them. When the “prayers” cease to work, the clerics are called back for another “infusion of faith” and are fed more wafers. The Antimage uses the destructive power of the Ring of Cletus when necessary, but it is draining since he is human so is very, very particular in the situations it is used.

The usual method of killing a sorcerer is to cut them at the wrists and ankles and bleed him or her dry, collecting the blood. A favored saying of the Antimage is:

 "I have never ever spilled the blood of a captured sorcerer or sorceress."

Of course not. He saves the blood, the fat bastard.