Post by Seccom Masada-Sensei on Aug 30, 2010 15:21:03 GMT -5
Amadeus "Oculus" Magnus
There's an art in seclusion
Production in depression
If a stranger turns up missing,
this song is my confession...
the basics,
»»character full name: Amadeus "Oculus" Magnus
»»age: 23
»»sexual orientation:Bisexual
»»Alignment: Whichever side pays more
»»Position: None- Assassin.
»»Magic: Darkness
The magic of Amadeus is just as strange as he is. It is, technically, a magic that is of no element, but most commonly is expressed as something dark and frightening. The magic takes his emotions, his hatred of the rejection he's felt, his hatred for himself, his anger at whatever gods have cursed him with his life, and creates a physical manifestation of it. This physical manifestation can be just about anything, from a gentle dove to an unspeakable monster. Depending on the embodiment's size and activity, it exhausts him to abuse this ability.
the appearance,
»»eyes: Black, Extremely prominent strabismus(lazy eye) in both eyes
»»markings: A few cuts, but generally none
»»height: 5'10"
»»weight: 143 lbs
»»general appearance: "Lookat him" They whisper, as Amadeus walks the streets. His eyes are closed tightly- tears of shame threaten to spill as he tries to find a place to hide. His jet-black hair does nothing to hide his deformity, the thing that makes him less than human to the world. This is the reality the assassin known as Oculus must deal with every time he steps into the light.
The man stands at only 5'10", making it easy for him to seem nonimposing. What also does not help is his deathly pale skin from a childhood and adulthood in the the darkness that are his clothes. It is rare for him to wear anything but a full-body of black. Soft to the touch and hugging his skin ever so slightly, it is just as dark as his eyes and hair. Occasionally if he is especially ashamed of his deformity, he hides it by wearing a black blindfold made of a light fabric that makes it impossible for others to see his eyes but it is easy for him to see out of.
His eyes are easily the first thing one can notice about him. They are both turned outwards, one upturned and the other turned downward. Whatever facial expression he makes is described as grotesque by his eyes, almost silly when he is sad and almost frightening when he smiles. Also, this inability for his eyes to focus on a certain object means that while he can easily spot details and see a wide range at once, it makes him impossible to tell the depth of an object. To counter this, he has developed since childhood a minor form of echolocation- with any noise in the room, he can tell the immediate surroundings of that noise. This elevated hearing makes up for his lack of depth perception, also makes it so that the lack of sight during the night times has little effect on him- allowing him to do his job with expected efficiency.
Amadeus's body is thin and sickly-looking. He is pale, his body seemed surprisingly weak for a man who kills for a living. Explained later, despite his weak appearance, his magic is something to be reckoned with and his body is made of sinewy muscle, made for quick slashes in the most precise places. Even though most of his body is hidden with black, whatever skin is shown expressed easily his prowess with his own body.
Overall, Amadeus is pale and deceivingly normal. If it wasn't for his eye deformity, he could easily be considered just another person.
the personality,
»»likes: Amadeus enjoys peace, acceptance, and money.
»»dislikes: Amadeus is agonized by his own appearance, the rejection associated with it, and the bloodshed of his job.
»»strengths: The assassin is very strong in his darkness magic. In fact, it is how he kills people. Other than some throwing knives and a bow an arrow he keeps with him, magic is all he uses. Another strength he has is the echolocation mentioned before. It makes him proficient, even in the darkness, suiting his job and allowing him to fight and generally be able to function (at least enough to find a place to hide) even while blinded either by lack of light or by other means.
»»weaknesses: Amadeus is very bothered by teasing, especially when people point out his obvious deformity. He is easily angered when he is teased, which later falls into a kind of depressed state where he has no desire to do anything- not even eat or drink. As another example of his weaknesses, his social anxiety and his reclusiveness as a child has made him generally unable to interact with people and even afraid of meeting people face to face.
»»secrets: Amadeus is a very musical person. As a child, he was very talented in piano and violin, hoping that his proficiency with music would offer him a place in society. Unfortunately, he was wrong.
»»general personality: Amadeus. Soft. Shy. Quiet. Awkward. Gentle. Afraid. Amadeus.
He is a shadow, even to himself. Wandering this world with his face in his hands, he tries to hide from everything. His first instinct to an unpleasant situation is to run and disappear...more than once it has saved his life. But for what reason does he save his life? To him, it is cursed. With his eyes revealing the creature that is sub-human before all to see, he kneels and curses his birth.
The world curses him, and so he runs away from the world. His only joy is when he is alone, terrified of people. Occasionally he'll meet a kind person and back away, terrified of being sucked into their kind words, only to have them reject him and hurt him. He has a tendency to cry when he finds him having enough time to be alone, looking around and realizing that he is all alone and no one cares. Sometimes the pain drives him to wish suicide, to wish to harm himself. With his close brushes of death, he looks back and wonders.
Why did I dodge? Why did I not just let myself die?
Always, these questions he asks himself go unanswered. He doesn't try to think too hard- the more he thinks, the more he hates himself. Brought up with rejection and hatred, all he knows is how to hurt, whether it is hurting others or being hurt himself. He doesn't know how to accept others, he doesn't even know how to accept himself, because no one ever taught him. He never really grew up mentally- even though he appears as a mature assassin, in reality he is a secluded child.
Amadeus is envious of those who are normal, those who can accept themselves and those around him, those who similarly reject him. He's always wanted to be someone that was not him, to leave this accursed body for someone else, even if it was for a day... just to know what it would be like to be normal.
However, this is all how he is when someone breaks his thick mask away. His mask is specially made and several layers thick- just to trick people into thinking they know the true him by breaking the first layer of masks. His first and thickest layer is of a cold assassin, who just gets his job done. If you try to tease him for his eyes, he'll only tolerate it for as long as he's being paid. After that, one can be sure that the person who teased him may have to watch their neck at night. He seems cold, uncaring, wanting only money and despising the world. In a way, he does despise the world.
Another mask of his is a lover, casual and sympathetic to the needs of others, a 'soft side' that is really another method to push people away. He treats people who are useful to him this way, using this secondary mask to pretend he cares (while he really does) and push himself away from being able to be close and trust people, allowing him to be kept from pain while people think they are his friends. He typically is found being this way when he is trying to trick a person- it works surprisingly well.
Out of habit, Amadeus enjoys the piano and violin. With dexterous fingers, he drives his pain and suffering away with the beauty of notes. It is the only joy he has in life and his personal belongings consist only of his clothes, his cash, his weapons, and his violin. As for piano, he has a tendency to play it whenever he finds one and is free to use it, surprising people with his dexterity and beauty when he plays. Music is the only thing that keeps him alive sometimes.
Overall, he a depressed and shy character, quiet and unable to understand others just as he cannot understand others. If someone was kind enough to teach him how to love others, to love himself, and to accept rather than hate himself and reject, then maybe... maybe he wouldn't be so desperate and miserable...
But who would accept a freak like him?
...Surely no such kindness exists...
the history,
»»mother: Lily Magnus, died early of whore's disease
»»father: A nameless nobleman
»»siblings: Unkown
»»others: Unknown
»»background: Amadeus was the bastard son of a nameless nobleman and a whore named Lily. Lily raised him to stay out of the way. He looked normal as a child... that was, if it wasn't for his eyes. His eyes turned outwards, one up and one down. This horrified his mother, who swiftly kept him blindfolded and told him that if the blindfold was ever removed, all the demons of the world would come into his soul. So as a child, he never removed his blindfold and learned to navigate using the noises around him as a kind of echolocation.
However, living as a whore was hard. Lily would disappear for hours every night, only to come back to their little shack called 'home' with a man and the little Amadeus would have to hide in a closet and try to sleep with the noises of his mother's moans and a customer's grunts. He rarely went out; his mother simply didn't have the time to give him any love or comfort. A few months later, she contacted whore's disease and it became more prominent when Amadeus was five.
Lily had grown weak due to the disease, wasting away. Amadeus was forced to go out and beg, sometimes receiving enough pity with his blindfold to receive enough for a loaf of bread. Despite his best efforts, however, the child was an orphan by the age of seven. The landlord soon kicked him out after and he was forced on the streets. There, he begged and starved, finding no home and no love, wandering lost with his blindfold, begging for something weakly. It would seem like he would die even before he lived.
Then, on a rainy day while Amadeus lay in the mud, trying to sleep in the cold, a man wandered by. The man asked him why he wore the blindfold. The boy replied that his mother always told him to. The man asked where his mother was now. To this, the boy shook his head and replied that she had fallen asleep and never awoke again. He was taken in by this man that day, and the dirty blindfold was removed- just to replace it with a fresh, clean one, mind you.
"Your eyes!" The man gasped quietly in surprise. The boy was equally surprised.
"I can see!" The boy grinned happily up at the man, pleased by the light and sights around him. However, the man's frown showed him that he was not as pleased. He grabbed the boy and dragged him coldly to a mirror, where the boy stared at himself, then looked at the man. Something was different, his eyes were kind of strange.
"You are a cursed child, Amadeus." The man told him. The man then used the young Amadeus to steal foods. Whenever the child tried to befriend another street urchin or even an adult, he was swiftly rejected time and time again, sometimes even ambushed and mugged for whatever he stole that day because he was 'a freak' as the others put him. The man who gave him food and shelter in turn for his work was the only creature kind enough to keep him alive.
At one point, the little street urchin was taught music. He was taught to be skilled with the violin and the piano, a passion he still has today. It was the only way he ever got praise from the man, and it was indeed the only positive experience in his childhood life. He once believed he might be able to overcome his appearance and become a travelling bard, earning money doing honest work. However, he learned quickly that... no one would pay a freak, no matter how well he played music. He only played for his own enjoyment, and continued to steal and do similar tasks.
Then, Amadeus grew and the tasks became more and mroe difficult. Some days he spent the whole day at a task to train his body and mind. His magic was discovered around this time, and he was forced to use it and train it or he'd starve.
"But I've been trying for three days without rest, Master!" The adolescent Amadeus growled, only to be lifted off the floor, the Master's water abilites summoning water to surround Amadeus, drowning him only to save him at the last moment, to drown him again. Then, when he was too weak to fight back, the man beat him.
"You little bastard son! Who saved your freak ass from dying on the streets all those years ago!?"
"..You, Master."
"Who fed your fucking ungrateful mouth?"
"...You, Master."
"Who took you in when no one in their right fucking MIND would adopt YOU, a total shitty abomination?!"
"...You, Master..."
"And you fucking dare fight back?! AFTER ALL I'VE DONE, YOU LITTLE MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD?"
"...No, Master..."
"...Good. You'll continue training."
Amadeus learned and became a skilled assassin, never given love, never given a childhood. When the man became too old to be able to order the young assassin around, he give the boy contacts to be a proper and independent assassin to hire. The very next night, Amadeus killed his Master in a fight... just how it was meant to be.
Ever since, Amadeus was all alone, uncared for. He used his contacts and eeked out a good living, killing people. He was a great assassin, taught well. He gained a large amount of fame in the underground both his freaky appearance and his high success in flawless assassinations. Using the alias 'Oculus' meaning 'eye' in latin, he became reknown for his proficiency and cleanliness when it came to his kills. However, he never once was given acceptance, love, care.. no, even as a famous assassin, he was just a freaky-looking man who got the job done well.
Eventually, even high nobility used his skills...
the player,
»»alias: Soulless/Seccom Masada-Sensei
»»age: -not filling out-
»»contact: skype: soulless.saneless msn: darkshadedark@hotmail.com
»»rp sample:
(note: This is not the character being made here.)
Soulless shook his head at Archy's words. His disorientation was gaining power. Blood from the survivors, the floor, even the skies called out to him, his blood. More blood than he had allowed himself to bleed for so many years. From the survivors, blood cried out its efforts in vain as people still moved to attack the angel, although not succeeding. From the sky, blood shouted war cries. From the ground, blood spoke of its desire to fight. He clutched at his head, the woman's words striking to him and he let out a gurgled groan. Could they really run from this situation? This ground's blood began to scream as it met with the lava. Just like that time when Asmodeus buried the corpses in flame. From this screaming he staggered to the side, blood receding on the ground, away from the flames, the dust becoming a slick mud.
Then, Asmodeus let out a strong pulse of confluence, thundering the land. The boy shook his head as he let out a strange coughing noise, faltering as he experienced something for the first time since even before the Admin Wars. Roses of pain bloomed within him, from his already healed broken bones, from his partly-regenerated injuries, from his lungs drowned in his blood. He felt like he was drowning, that he needed to cough even though he knew full well he no longer had to breathe in that manner. However, the pain was unbearable. "Make it... go away..." He wheezed softly, tears beginning draw clean lines on his face.
After having been without it for most of his life, he no longer knew how to deal with the pain. Paired with the chaos of the situation and the cries of his blood, an overwhelmed Soulless stumbled and struggled to keep himself upright despite the world giving him all the reason go give up and just fall away. "It.... hurts..." However, he did not once stop and his increased pain seemed to only make him more unpredictable. He turned back to stare at Asmodeus, the feathers falling around him as he fought and screamed this Hero's journey. Tears flowed further, their clear streaks on his face disappearing into the mass of blood falling from his lips that had long stopped grinning.
But he must continue. Stretching out both arms as if to block Archy, he stared at her with a gaze of a frightened child caught up in events far beyond his comprehension. Blood pooled at his feet now rose in silent tendrils, giving him a look of an inhuman beast made of blood rather than a child with blood abilities.
Password: ~Admin Edit~
How did you find us?: Lurking.
There's an art in seclusion
Production in depression
If a stranger turns up missing,
this song is my confession...
the basics,
»»character full name: Amadeus "Oculus" Magnus
»»age: 23
»»sexual orientation:Bisexual
»»Alignment: Whichever side pays more
»»Position: None- Assassin.
»»Magic: Darkness
The magic of Amadeus is just as strange as he is. It is, technically, a magic that is of no element, but most commonly is expressed as something dark and frightening. The magic takes his emotions, his hatred of the rejection he's felt, his hatred for himself, his anger at whatever gods have cursed him with his life, and creates a physical manifestation of it. This physical manifestation can be just about anything, from a gentle dove to an unspeakable monster. Depending on the embodiment's size and activity, it exhausts him to abuse this ability.
the appearance,
»»eyes: Black, Extremely prominent strabismus(lazy eye) in both eyes
»»markings: A few cuts, but generally none
»»height: 5'10"
»»weight: 143 lbs
»»general appearance: "Lookat him" They whisper, as Amadeus walks the streets. His eyes are closed tightly- tears of shame threaten to spill as he tries to find a place to hide. His jet-black hair does nothing to hide his deformity, the thing that makes him less than human to the world. This is the reality the assassin known as Oculus must deal with every time he steps into the light.
The man stands at only 5'10", making it easy for him to seem nonimposing. What also does not help is his deathly pale skin from a childhood and adulthood in the the darkness that are his clothes. It is rare for him to wear anything but a full-body of black. Soft to the touch and hugging his skin ever so slightly, it is just as dark as his eyes and hair. Occasionally if he is especially ashamed of his deformity, he hides it by wearing a black blindfold made of a light fabric that makes it impossible for others to see his eyes but it is easy for him to see out of.
His eyes are easily the first thing one can notice about him. They are both turned outwards, one upturned and the other turned downward. Whatever facial expression he makes is described as grotesque by his eyes, almost silly when he is sad and almost frightening when he smiles. Also, this inability for his eyes to focus on a certain object means that while he can easily spot details and see a wide range at once, it makes him impossible to tell the depth of an object. To counter this, he has developed since childhood a minor form of echolocation- with any noise in the room, he can tell the immediate surroundings of that noise. This elevated hearing makes up for his lack of depth perception, also makes it so that the lack of sight during the night times has little effect on him- allowing him to do his job with expected efficiency.
Amadeus's body is thin and sickly-looking. He is pale, his body seemed surprisingly weak for a man who kills for a living. Explained later, despite his weak appearance, his magic is something to be reckoned with and his body is made of sinewy muscle, made for quick slashes in the most precise places. Even though most of his body is hidden with black, whatever skin is shown expressed easily his prowess with his own body.
Overall, Amadeus is pale and deceivingly normal. If it wasn't for his eye deformity, he could easily be considered just another person.
the personality,
»»likes: Amadeus enjoys peace, acceptance, and money.
»»dislikes: Amadeus is agonized by his own appearance, the rejection associated with it, and the bloodshed of his job.
»»strengths: The assassin is very strong in his darkness magic. In fact, it is how he kills people. Other than some throwing knives and a bow an arrow he keeps with him, magic is all he uses. Another strength he has is the echolocation mentioned before. It makes him proficient, even in the darkness, suiting his job and allowing him to fight and generally be able to function (at least enough to find a place to hide) even while blinded either by lack of light or by other means.
»»weaknesses: Amadeus is very bothered by teasing, especially when people point out his obvious deformity. He is easily angered when he is teased, which later falls into a kind of depressed state where he has no desire to do anything- not even eat or drink. As another example of his weaknesses, his social anxiety and his reclusiveness as a child has made him generally unable to interact with people and even afraid of meeting people face to face.
»»secrets: Amadeus is a very musical person. As a child, he was very talented in piano and violin, hoping that his proficiency with music would offer him a place in society. Unfortunately, he was wrong.
»»general personality: Amadeus. Soft. Shy. Quiet. Awkward. Gentle. Afraid. Amadeus.
He is a shadow, even to himself. Wandering this world with his face in his hands, he tries to hide from everything. His first instinct to an unpleasant situation is to run and disappear...more than once it has saved his life. But for what reason does he save his life? To him, it is cursed. With his eyes revealing the creature that is sub-human before all to see, he kneels and curses his birth.
The world curses him, and so he runs away from the world. His only joy is when he is alone, terrified of people. Occasionally he'll meet a kind person and back away, terrified of being sucked into their kind words, only to have them reject him and hurt him. He has a tendency to cry when he finds him having enough time to be alone, looking around and realizing that he is all alone and no one cares. Sometimes the pain drives him to wish suicide, to wish to harm himself. With his close brushes of death, he looks back and wonders.
Why did I dodge? Why did I not just let myself die?
Always, these questions he asks himself go unanswered. He doesn't try to think too hard- the more he thinks, the more he hates himself. Brought up with rejection and hatred, all he knows is how to hurt, whether it is hurting others or being hurt himself. He doesn't know how to accept others, he doesn't even know how to accept himself, because no one ever taught him. He never really grew up mentally- even though he appears as a mature assassin, in reality he is a secluded child.
Amadeus is envious of those who are normal, those who can accept themselves and those around him, those who similarly reject him. He's always wanted to be someone that was not him, to leave this accursed body for someone else, even if it was for a day... just to know what it would be like to be normal.
However, this is all how he is when someone breaks his thick mask away. His mask is specially made and several layers thick- just to trick people into thinking they know the true him by breaking the first layer of masks. His first and thickest layer is of a cold assassin, who just gets his job done. If you try to tease him for his eyes, he'll only tolerate it for as long as he's being paid. After that, one can be sure that the person who teased him may have to watch their neck at night. He seems cold, uncaring, wanting only money and despising the world. In a way, he does despise the world.
Another mask of his is a lover, casual and sympathetic to the needs of others, a 'soft side' that is really another method to push people away. He treats people who are useful to him this way, using this secondary mask to pretend he cares (while he really does) and push himself away from being able to be close and trust people, allowing him to be kept from pain while people think they are his friends. He typically is found being this way when he is trying to trick a person- it works surprisingly well.
Out of habit, Amadeus enjoys the piano and violin. With dexterous fingers, he drives his pain and suffering away with the beauty of notes. It is the only joy he has in life and his personal belongings consist only of his clothes, his cash, his weapons, and his violin. As for piano, he has a tendency to play it whenever he finds one and is free to use it, surprising people with his dexterity and beauty when he plays. Music is the only thing that keeps him alive sometimes.
Overall, he a depressed and shy character, quiet and unable to understand others just as he cannot understand others. If someone was kind enough to teach him how to love others, to love himself, and to accept rather than hate himself and reject, then maybe... maybe he wouldn't be so desperate and miserable...
But who would accept a freak like him?
...Surely no such kindness exists...
the history,
»»mother: Lily Magnus, died early of whore's disease
»»father: A nameless nobleman
»»siblings: Unkown
»»others: Unknown
»»background: Amadeus was the bastard son of a nameless nobleman and a whore named Lily. Lily raised him to stay out of the way. He looked normal as a child... that was, if it wasn't for his eyes. His eyes turned outwards, one up and one down. This horrified his mother, who swiftly kept him blindfolded and told him that if the blindfold was ever removed, all the demons of the world would come into his soul. So as a child, he never removed his blindfold and learned to navigate using the noises around him as a kind of echolocation.
However, living as a whore was hard. Lily would disappear for hours every night, only to come back to their little shack called 'home' with a man and the little Amadeus would have to hide in a closet and try to sleep with the noises of his mother's moans and a customer's grunts. He rarely went out; his mother simply didn't have the time to give him any love or comfort. A few months later, she contacted whore's disease and it became more prominent when Amadeus was five.
Lily had grown weak due to the disease, wasting away. Amadeus was forced to go out and beg, sometimes receiving enough pity with his blindfold to receive enough for a loaf of bread. Despite his best efforts, however, the child was an orphan by the age of seven. The landlord soon kicked him out after and he was forced on the streets. There, he begged and starved, finding no home and no love, wandering lost with his blindfold, begging for something weakly. It would seem like he would die even before he lived.
Then, on a rainy day while Amadeus lay in the mud, trying to sleep in the cold, a man wandered by. The man asked him why he wore the blindfold. The boy replied that his mother always told him to. The man asked where his mother was now. To this, the boy shook his head and replied that she had fallen asleep and never awoke again. He was taken in by this man that day, and the dirty blindfold was removed- just to replace it with a fresh, clean one, mind you.
"Your eyes!" The man gasped quietly in surprise. The boy was equally surprised.
"I can see!" The boy grinned happily up at the man, pleased by the light and sights around him. However, the man's frown showed him that he was not as pleased. He grabbed the boy and dragged him coldly to a mirror, where the boy stared at himself, then looked at the man. Something was different, his eyes were kind of strange.
"You are a cursed child, Amadeus." The man told him. The man then used the young Amadeus to steal foods. Whenever the child tried to befriend another street urchin or even an adult, he was swiftly rejected time and time again, sometimes even ambushed and mugged for whatever he stole that day because he was 'a freak' as the others put him. The man who gave him food and shelter in turn for his work was the only creature kind enough to keep him alive.
At one point, the little street urchin was taught music. He was taught to be skilled with the violin and the piano, a passion he still has today. It was the only way he ever got praise from the man, and it was indeed the only positive experience in his childhood life. He once believed he might be able to overcome his appearance and become a travelling bard, earning money doing honest work. However, he learned quickly that... no one would pay a freak, no matter how well he played music. He only played for his own enjoyment, and continued to steal and do similar tasks.
Then, Amadeus grew and the tasks became more and mroe difficult. Some days he spent the whole day at a task to train his body and mind. His magic was discovered around this time, and he was forced to use it and train it or he'd starve.
"But I've been trying for three days without rest, Master!" The adolescent Amadeus growled, only to be lifted off the floor, the Master's water abilites summoning water to surround Amadeus, drowning him only to save him at the last moment, to drown him again. Then, when he was too weak to fight back, the man beat him.
"You little bastard son! Who saved your freak ass from dying on the streets all those years ago!?"
"..You, Master."
"Who fed your fucking ungrateful mouth?"
"...You, Master."
"Who took you in when no one in their right fucking MIND would adopt YOU, a total shitty abomination?!"
"...You, Master..."
"And you fucking dare fight back?! AFTER ALL I'VE DONE, YOU LITTLE MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD?"
"...No, Master..."
"...Good. You'll continue training."
Amadeus learned and became a skilled assassin, never given love, never given a childhood. When the man became too old to be able to order the young assassin around, he give the boy contacts to be a proper and independent assassin to hire. The very next night, Amadeus killed his Master in a fight... just how it was meant to be.
Ever since, Amadeus was all alone, uncared for. He used his contacts and eeked out a good living, killing people. He was a great assassin, taught well. He gained a large amount of fame in the underground both his freaky appearance and his high success in flawless assassinations. Using the alias 'Oculus' meaning 'eye' in latin, he became reknown for his proficiency and cleanliness when it came to his kills. However, he never once was given acceptance, love, care.. no, even as a famous assassin, he was just a freaky-looking man who got the job done well.
Eventually, even high nobility used his skills...
the player,
»»alias: Soulless/Seccom Masada-Sensei
»»age: -not filling out-
»»contact: skype: soulless.saneless msn: darkshadedark@hotmail.com
»»rp sample:
(note: This is not the character being made here.)
Soulless shook his head at Archy's words. His disorientation was gaining power. Blood from the survivors, the floor, even the skies called out to him, his blood. More blood than he had allowed himself to bleed for so many years. From the survivors, blood cried out its efforts in vain as people still moved to attack the angel, although not succeeding. From the sky, blood shouted war cries. From the ground, blood spoke of its desire to fight. He clutched at his head, the woman's words striking to him and he let out a gurgled groan. Could they really run from this situation? This ground's blood began to scream as it met with the lava. Just like that time when Asmodeus buried the corpses in flame. From this screaming he staggered to the side, blood receding on the ground, away from the flames, the dust becoming a slick mud.
Then, Asmodeus let out a strong pulse of confluence, thundering the land. The boy shook his head as he let out a strange coughing noise, faltering as he experienced something for the first time since even before the Admin Wars. Roses of pain bloomed within him, from his already healed broken bones, from his partly-regenerated injuries, from his lungs drowned in his blood. He felt like he was drowning, that he needed to cough even though he knew full well he no longer had to breathe in that manner. However, the pain was unbearable. "Make it... go away..." He wheezed softly, tears beginning draw clean lines on his face.
After having been without it for most of his life, he no longer knew how to deal with the pain. Paired with the chaos of the situation and the cries of his blood, an overwhelmed Soulless stumbled and struggled to keep himself upright despite the world giving him all the reason go give up and just fall away. "It.... hurts..." However, he did not once stop and his increased pain seemed to only make him more unpredictable. He turned back to stare at Asmodeus, the feathers falling around him as he fought and screamed this Hero's journey. Tears flowed further, their clear streaks on his face disappearing into the mass of blood falling from his lips that had long stopped grinning.
But he must continue. Stretching out both arms as if to block Archy, he stared at her with a gaze of a frightened child caught up in events far beyond his comprehension. Blood pooled at his feet now rose in silent tendrils, giving him a look of an inhuman beast made of blood rather than a child with blood abilities.
Password: ~Admin Edit~
How did you find us?: Lurking.
