JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 13:13:21 GMT -5
fen dweller
| AGE 214 APPARENT AGE ADULT GENDER MALE | RACE ADJUCHAS ALLEGIANCE NONE DIFFICULTY HARD |
appearance
Fen has a bestial appearance; one that is canid, wolf-like. His physique suggests he is quadrupedal. He is - for the most part. There was no way he would allow his evolution to thieve his ability to move his appendages as he pleased. Fen's torso and legs (both front and back) appear to be covered in a sleek, black armour. A relatively long, blue tail with a white underside are one of the few portions of his body that are exposed. His bestial visage is concealed behind an ivory mask. It allows his bluish-green eyes to peer through the ireful cuts his mask has provided for him. Protruding from the sides of his head are a pair of red horns that curl around and up into an orange point. From the top of his head to the upper portion of his back lies thick, white hair; the front of which hangs partially over his mask.
personality
The intensity of his gaze mirrors his disposition. His mask forces into his eyes an ireful tint. He wields a choleric temperament doubtlessly tinged of melancholy. An irascibility that ostensibly lies at the core of his being deadens his words and swiftly concludes conversation he is involved in from his end. It can draw him into combat, but he is not such a fool as to engage every provocative individual simply because he is angry. Living in such a hellish world demands some level of tolerance and restraint. His words prove habitually demanding, blunt, tactless. Fen harbours great confidence, yet feels no urge to indulge in displays of arrogance. He is forthcoming, one that holds no anxiety towards speaking his mind while not minding his speech. As 'alpha male' as he seems, he is not obnoxiously so. By no means is Fen an extreme. It is simply his temperament. He is one that would 'rise to the challenge,' expect grudges opposed to evade them and lead with his best paw forward.
history
Ray Sullivan was born into a cryptic, sibylline family as the only child to the, at that time, recently wed Josefina and Rick Sullivan. After the boy grew old enough to recall what his eyes bore witness to, he could not help but notice the contrast between the innards of his home and others'. He could not help but notice the difference between his parents and other adults, the former of which teetered between loveless and loving, proved cold and ostensibly unfeeling.
He was provided for; but it was little more than service without a smile. Roy could not complain and did not. There was not quite a reason to for, in honesty, the child could only feel a strangeness from the pair that he could simply not place; but, his parents always appeared to know what was best.
To say that they knew what was best might have been an understatement. They always appeared to know what was going to happen. Key points in Roy's life, like his first day of school, were dictated to him in an effort to prepare him and defuse a potentially anxious mind. Casting an eye towards the various occult decorations Roy's home was always furnished with, one might not be surprised to hear that they might have possessed some kind of precognitive ability.
Roy's whole existence was odd. He was only a child when it happened. His bellybutton started to inch and after having done so, found himself immersed in an infinitely abrupt field of crackling white. The boy was struck by lightning in the middle of the day with forever-stretching blue sky. Scared, yet unfazed, he ran home crying all the while. From there, his parents grew ever-the-more quiet, reserved and the atmosphere thick with an eerie tension.
Thunderstorms became a fearful thing, but not for Roy. No, for the only inconvenience to him was an itchy bellybutton he could never help but scratch. If he was inside, their home would be struck, which was where the fearfulness originated. Both Josefine and Rick seemed to know when that would happen and brought him outside in the backyard until the one, lone bolt came to strike him. What a peculiar manifestation of spiritual power Roy possessed.
"Tonight's the night."
When Roy turned eighteen, his celebration was in the form of being taken to the home's attic after being drugged by his parents. He awoke to find himself without an article of clothing, bound in place by chains with nothing to stare at but the creeping darkness around him. The small, sullen windows displayed the outside, which boomed with thunder and fell beneath a ceaseless rain.
The only thing to answer his cries, screams, hollers ripe with desperation was the crashing of the roof itself. Something beastly, phantasmal, a hollow - it forced itself before the boy who had become a whimpering shell of his former self. There were so many questions left unanswered and at that time, there was absolutely no space in his mind for them. Why had all of this happened?
Because the Sullivan couple were insane, unbalanced, fey at the very least; but Josefine - her precognition ability was accurate. So, with the reoccurring nightmare she suffered that always depicted her and her husband's child as a terrible soul that would lay waste to countless undead and living alike, she was prepared to do the world a service as was her husband. The two were truly meant for each other.
They were both spiritually aware. They were aware of hollows and knew if one were to consume their demon-of-a child, his soul would surly disappear and a terrible future for so many would be adverted. What they did not count on was the nature of his short-lived power Roy was born with. He was unable to place his hand over his bellybutton, a superstitious act believed to save one from being spirited away during a thunderstorm. For Roy, that act simply happened to manifest as an itch that triggered his inconceivable immunity. He was struck through the roof's opening the beast had created before the hollow could devour him.
It killed him.
His body was eaten. Such was foreseen; yet, it was perhaps the most inaccurate of her perfect predictions - or rather inaccurate as to how the two of them interpreted it. His spirit was never consumed, blown elsewhere by the strike and left to walk within a flux of depression and confusion like none other. His chain deteriorated at a rapid rate, hastened by an ire born of a realization of a great and unforgivable betrayal.
A new hollow was born, just as Josefina Sullivan's disturbed mind had foreseen.
Could you imagine the anger that would torment such a soul?
Roy's hollow self appeared within thunderstorms and vanished when they subsided. The Sullivans lived nigh nomadically as they shifted their location often. Josefine knew her departed son was still out there. They had failed as her nightmares persisted; but at the very least, they could evade tragedy as long as they followed their visions and dreams.
They died of natural causes. What revenge the instinctual beast thirsted for never arrived.
- - -
Conforto Del Cataclisma. It was here that he could attempt to sedate a hunger insatiable. Cursed with a fierce soul wielding galvanic talents, the edge he possessed over others of his species was undeniable. After seizing an individuality that trumped all others he harboured within him, he did his best to fill a hole with no bottom.
All around him was unfathomable war and calamity. It was a place unthinkable to inhabit; but as a conduit of lightning, he found himself right at home. He possessed enough survival instinct, cunning, and power to evolve as time trekked on. Wielding the canid form of an Adjuchas, he acquired some variety of recognition amongst the vile filth constantly and tirelessly warring against one another.
Roy died after nigh literally dying like a dog, bound by chain akin to that of the mythical wolf Fenrir. Curious that his hollow form was akin to that of a wolf. He assumed a new name to reflect such, Fen Dweller and from those having either witnessed or suffered his electrical wrath, The Storm Bringer.
He was provided for; but it was little more than service without a smile. Roy could not complain and did not. There was not quite a reason to for, in honesty, the child could only feel a strangeness from the pair that he could simply not place; but, his parents always appeared to know what was best.
To say that they knew what was best might have been an understatement. They always appeared to know what was going to happen. Key points in Roy's life, like his first day of school, were dictated to him in an effort to prepare him and defuse a potentially anxious mind. Casting an eye towards the various occult decorations Roy's home was always furnished with, one might not be surprised to hear that they might have possessed some kind of precognitive ability.
Roy's whole existence was odd. He was only a child when it happened. His bellybutton started to inch and after having done so, found himself immersed in an infinitely abrupt field of crackling white. The boy was struck by lightning in the middle of the day with forever-stretching blue sky. Scared, yet unfazed, he ran home crying all the while. From there, his parents grew ever-the-more quiet, reserved and the atmosphere thick with an eerie tension.
Thunderstorms became a fearful thing, but not for Roy. No, for the only inconvenience to him was an itchy bellybutton he could never help but scratch. If he was inside, their home would be struck, which was where the fearfulness originated. Both Josefine and Rick seemed to know when that would happen and brought him outside in the backyard until the one, lone bolt came to strike him. What a peculiar manifestation of spiritual power Roy possessed.
"Tonight's the night."
When Roy turned eighteen, his celebration was in the form of being taken to the home's attic after being drugged by his parents. He awoke to find himself without an article of clothing, bound in place by chains with nothing to stare at but the creeping darkness around him. The small, sullen windows displayed the outside, which boomed with thunder and fell beneath a ceaseless rain.
The only thing to answer his cries, screams, hollers ripe with desperation was the crashing of the roof itself. Something beastly, phantasmal, a hollow - it forced itself before the boy who had become a whimpering shell of his former self. There were so many questions left unanswered and at that time, there was absolutely no space in his mind for them. Why had all of this happened?
Because the Sullivan couple were insane, unbalanced, fey at the very least; but Josefine - her precognition ability was accurate. So, with the reoccurring nightmare she suffered that always depicted her and her husband's child as a terrible soul that would lay waste to countless undead and living alike, she was prepared to do the world a service as was her husband. The two were truly meant for each other.
They were both spiritually aware. They were aware of hollows and knew if one were to consume their demon-of-a child, his soul would surly disappear and a terrible future for so many would be adverted. What they did not count on was the nature of his short-lived power Roy was born with. He was unable to place his hand over his bellybutton, a superstitious act believed to save one from being spirited away during a thunderstorm. For Roy, that act simply happened to manifest as an itch that triggered his inconceivable immunity. He was struck through the roof's opening the beast had created before the hollow could devour him.
It killed him.
His body was eaten. Such was foreseen; yet, it was perhaps the most inaccurate of her perfect predictions - or rather inaccurate as to how the two of them interpreted it. His spirit was never consumed, blown elsewhere by the strike and left to walk within a flux of depression and confusion like none other. His chain deteriorated at a rapid rate, hastened by an ire born of a realization of a great and unforgivable betrayal.
A new hollow was born, just as Josefina Sullivan's disturbed mind had foreseen.
Could you imagine the anger that would torment such a soul?
Roy's hollow self appeared within thunderstorms and vanished when they subsided. The Sullivans lived nigh nomadically as they shifted their location often. Josefine knew her departed son was still out there. They had failed as her nightmares persisted; but at the very least, they could evade tragedy as long as they followed their visions and dreams.
They died of natural causes. What revenge the instinctual beast thirsted for never arrived.
- - -
Conforto Del Cataclisma. It was here that he could attempt to sedate a hunger insatiable. Cursed with a fierce soul wielding galvanic talents, the edge he possessed over others of his species was undeniable. After seizing an individuality that trumped all others he harboured within him, he did his best to fill a hole with no bottom.
All around him was unfathomable war and calamity. It was a place unthinkable to inhabit; but as a conduit of lightning, he found himself right at home. He possessed enough survival instinct, cunning, and power to evolve as time trekked on. Wielding the canid form of an Adjuchas, he acquired some variety of recognition amongst the vile filth constantly and tirelessly warring against one another.
Roy died after nigh literally dying like a dog, bound by chain akin to that of the mythical wolf Fenrir. Curious that his hollow form was akin to that of a wolf. He assumed a new name to reflect such, Fen Dweller and from those having either witnessed or suffered his electrical wrath, The Storm Bringer.
TSUKAI [b]TALES OF[/b] [i]repede[/i] fen dweller
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