[table][row][/row][row][cell][h2][b]The[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Deathpile[/b][/h2][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/9uW8w1a.jpg[/img]

[b]4,088 | Ethan Zachariah Cole |  It/Its/He/Him[/b][hr][i]"̵F̶R̷E̶E̶ ̶U̵S̷!̵ ̸H̸U̸N̶G̴E̴R̶!̴ ̶C̶A̵N̸’̶T̸ ̵B̷R̶E̸A̷T̴H̷E̴,̴ ̷M̶O̸R̵E̵,̷ ̶M̵O̴R̸E̷!̶ ̷H̸E̴L̶P̸!̴ ̵W̷E̴ ̷A̶R̵E̷ ̶L̸O̴S̶T̴!̵ ̵S̵H̷A̷T̵T̴E̸R̶E̶D̵ ̸P̶I̵E̴C̷E̵S̸,̵ ̴J̷O̵I̴N̶ ̵U̷S̶!̵ ̴I̸ ̶D̶I̷D̴N̶'̷T̶ ̸M̵E̴A̸N̵ ̶F̷O̸R̸ ̵T̵H̷I̷S̵ ̴T̵O̴ ̵H̷A̴P̶P̶E̸N̷!̴ ̴A̸L̵L̵ ̵T̸H̸A̵T̷ ̴W̵A̴S̵,̴ ̶F̸L̵E̴S̶H̴,̴ ̸F̸L̵E̶S̷H̷!̵ ̴I̸T̸ ̸A̷C̸H̷E̴S̸,̸ ̵N̸E̸V̶E̵R̷ ̸F̶O̷R̵G̵O̵T̸T̵E̸N̴!̴ ̶H̵E̶A̵L̶ ̸T̴H̷E̸ ̸W̸O̶U̴N̵D̴!̸ ̷C̴O̵N̴S̵U̸M̵E̶!̴ ̸H̵E̵L̵P̸!̶ ̸A̵ ̷W̵H̸I̵S̷P̶E̸R̶ ̶I̵N̷ ̴T̷H̸E̴ ̸D̸A̴R̷K̵,̸ ̸M̸O̷R̸E̷!̷ ̵T̵H̶E̵ ̴A̴B̸Y̸S̸S̸ ̴C̴A̴L̵L̷S̵,̸ ̴W̷E̷ ̸C̷R̶A̷V̵E̶!̶ ̴I̸ ̸D̶O̷N̵'̴T̷ ̴W̵A̷N̸T̸ ̴T̵O̵ ̸H̶U̶R̷T̵ ̴A̴N̴Y̵O̶N̴E̷!̶ ̸B̸R̴E̵A̴K̶ ̵F̸R̶E̷E̶,̶ ̸S̵O̵ ̶M̵U̶C̴H̴ ̷P̴A̸I̵N̶!̷ ̷W̴E̵ ̶A̷R̶E̵ ̸O̵N̶E̷,̴ ̸N̶E̵V̸E̷R̶ ̴A̵G̴A̷I̵N̷!̸ ̷I̴'̸M̷ ̶S̸O̸R̵R̶Y̴!̴ ̶M̶O̵R̸E̸ ̸M̴O̵R̸E̸,̷ ̶M̶O̷R̵E̴!̵ ̵F̴E̶E̵L̵ ̴I̸T̷ ̶T̶E̵A̷R̸I̴N̶G̶,̴ ̸H̷E̴L̷P̴ ̷U̶S̸!̴ ̶T̶H̷E̷ ̷H̴U̷N̴G̴E̴R̸,̴ ̵A̸L̷W̷A̴Y̷S̴ ̷H̷U̸N̶G̴R̶Y̸!̷ ̵W̷E̸ ̵W̶I̷L̵L̸ ̵N̷O̵T̵ ̶B̵E̴ ̵F̶O̵R̶G̶O̶T̴T̴E̵N̵,̷ ̷N̶O̷T̴ ̵A̴G̶A̷I̷N̴!̵ ̴F̴O̵R̵G̷I̷V̶E̷ ̶M̴E̵!̸ ̶S̸T̷O̶P̵ ̴U̸S̸!̸"̷[/i][/center][/cell][cell]
[b]Description:[/b]
[indent]The Deathpile began with a man named Ethan Cole, a once-gifted Green Lux Adept who genuinely believed in the power of good intentions and the healing force of magic. Ethan was known for his unwavering optimism, traveling across realms to mend the sick and repair the damage caused by magical maleficence. For years, his magic seemed like a divine gift, bringing hope to war-torn universes and patches of peace to places that had long been ravaged by chaos. But Ethan’s zeal for making things right often blinded him to the consequences of his actions.

His first significant failure came when he attempted to heal an entire region corrupted by a parasitic magical plague. Rather than addressing the root of the corruption, Ethan poured all his energy into purging it at once, suppressing the symptoms rather than curing the disease. The result was catastrophic: the plague mutated, becoming resistant to his magic, spreading even faster, and wiping out not just the infected but the entire universe. Entire ecosystems collapsed, and Ethan, horrified by the unintended destruction, fled to find a solution rather than stay and help those still alive.

A powerful Apparition had laid waste to an entire city in another universe. Still, instead of forming a careful plan, Ethan believed his magic could pacify the entity through sheer force of will. The confrontation ended in disaster. The Apparition retaliated with such fury that the fabric of the universe began to unravel, causing a ripple effect destabilizing the entire dimension. While he managed to seal the Apparition, the cracks left in that universe would eventually lead to its collapse, causing it to fall into the Pit. Yet again, Ethan escaped to another realm, unable to face the carnage left in his wake.

With every failure, Ethan grew more desperate. His once steadfast optimism became a blind conviction that he could fix[i] everything[/i] if only he tried harder and pushed further. He was running out of time and hope, and the weight of his mistakes was starting to [i]suffocate[/i] him. His healing magic, once his pride, now felt like a curse; each attempt to mend something only seemed to worsen it. As the All-Verse continued to fray and unravel, Ethan convinced himself that he needed to take more drastic measures, and that was when he devised his final spell.

Drawing upon every ounce of his power, he crafted a massive enchantment, a spell meant to cleanse not just one world but entire dimensions of their suffering to undo the damage done by his hand. The ritual was as intricate as it was perilous, requiring tremendous Lux. Ethan sought to channel his Green Lux and every type of Lux he had ever touched. This led him to Prism Ring, which allowed him to channel magic beyond his Lux [i]and[/i] amplify his existing Lux. He believed that by combining the full spectrum of magic, he could restore balance to the multiverse.

But the spell was too vast, too ambitious. It was not magic meant to heal; it was meant to [i]control.[/i] Ethan's desire to fix everything, to undo all his failures at once, warped the spell into something far darker than he had anticipated. Instead of restoring balance, the magic fed on his guilt, grief, and desperation. The surge of Lux overwhelmed him, twisting his body and soul. The magic consumed him, reducing his once noble intentions to a ravenous hunger for unity. This all-encompassing force sought to combine, fuse, and absorb all life into a grotesque mass. The moment Ethan lost control, the spell turned on him, melding him with the matter he had tried to heal. Flesh, bone, and spirit fused into a nightmarish creature of unending suffering.

Ethan Cole became the Deathpile.

The creature that emerged from the failed spell was an abomination, unlike anything the All-Verse had ever seen. Its form was an ever-shifting amalgamation of the countless beings it absorbed (living, dead, or in) between, its flesh writhing and pulsating as if trying to escape its existence. At its core, the remnants of Ethan Cole’s original form could occasionally be glimpsed: a skeletal figure with a grotesque, elongated tongue surrounded by malformed tendrils.

The Deathpile did not stop with one universe; Ethan possessed an artifact that allowed it to travel to other universes via the portal. This artifact allowed the Deathpile to spread across multiple realities, devouring everything in its path - cities, planets, and dimensions. It is consumed without purpose or direction, driven by the warped remains of Ethan's original goal to fix everything, to merge all of existence into a singular, horrific mass. The more it absorbed, the more grotesque it became until its endless hunger swallowed entire worlds.

The All-Verse prepared the worst: a coalition of the strongest Adepts from many realities banded together to trap the Deathpile. They lured the monstrosity to The Pit with great effort, using its insatiable desire to consume as bait. Once inside, the Deathpile became trapped, unable to escape, and there, it remains.[/indent]

[b]Abstraction:[/B]
Abominable - [i]The Hunger of Unison.[/i]
[indent]The Deathpile's Abstraction is a monstrous force of consumption, evolution, and creation. This ability allows the Deathpile to absorb any form of organic tissue (living, dead, or magical) and assimilate it into its grotesque mass. Each time it consumes, it grows stronger, absorbing not just flesh but the essence of its prey, including any Abstractions, strengths, or unique traits. With each absorption, the Deathpile’s power increases exponentially, and its form mutates into something more powerful, horrific, and adaptable. No matter what it devours, it only grows, continuously evolving with every life it consumes.  The Deathpile is physically strong, capable of quickly crushing mountains, showcasing its immense might as it rampages across dimensions.

The Deathpile's regenerative abilities are unparalleled. Even when parts of its body are destroyed, it can regenerate from the most minor remnants, rapidly restoring its lost mass and becoming more robust with each resurgence. This Abstraction also grants the Deathpile the ability to reshape itself at will. It can change into any form necessary, from towering giants of flesh and bone to swarms of smaller, agile predators. The Deathpile can shift between these forms quickly, and there is no limit to its transformations, allowing it to exploit the powers and traits of every being it absorbs.

The Deathpile possesses an uncanny ability to sense organic tissue from miles away, allowing it to track potential prey across vast distances. This heightened awareness makes it a relentless predator, constantly seeking fresh biomass to absorb. It can spray an incredibly corrosive acid that can eat through even the most rigid materials, effectively breaking down flesh before devouring it.

Perhaps most terrifying is its ability to create minions. The Deathpile can tear away pieces of its flesh, imbuing them with a twisted form of life and creating monstrous extensions of itself. These minions take on various forms, often combining the worst features of the beings the Deathpile has devoured. While not as powerful as the Deathpile itself, they are numerous, relentless, and driven by the same insatiable hunger.[color=2e2c2c].....................................................[/color]

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