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Voldoa: City of Monsters

Can't wait to see what your angel has in store for this.

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And what of it?

These words cut through the silence of the abyss, causing the thousands- nay, millions -of tendrils, aglow in a wash of blue and green, to shudder and split.

Flesh Golem down...

As the noise faded into the background, he turned his gaze to the centre of the many tendrils, seeing one grow a dark crimson, pulsing gently, an ephemeral vein. With a subtle noise, it stretched across the darkness, reaching towards him. Nox was tempted to touch it. He hadn't seen mayhem in a long while, and his urges were great. This time, however, he felt something was slightly amiss. The tendril was jumpy; twitching, chaotic. This was not normal havoc he could sense, not a simple tug upon the fabric of time by lesser beings such as himself, or even the cry of a demi-god. No, this was a far more grandiose vibrancy that could only be described as "fate"; a word he despised in all its forms.

His musings broke free when the tendril violently shuddered and turned a bright violet. Curiosity began to crumble and turn to fear as he watched it reach out to him, its intent unfathomable. He couldn't tear his vision from the tendril as it drew ever closer.

Just as it was about to reach him, he felt something tug at the edge of his consciousness. As the tendril brushed against his form, he felt a surge of insurmountable pain- a rare occurrence for a demon -and abruptly awoke, bolting upright.

At least, he would have bolted upright, had he a body of sorts. He would have gasped for air, clawing at the ceiling for the first moments of waking from what was, for all intents and purposes, a nightmare. But he didn't.

Because he was a music box.

Well not a music box. He was trapped inside a music box, and as much as the store owner protested that he was basically a music box, he wasn't. That wasn't the matter at hand, however.

If Nox had a brow, it would have furrowed. Instead, pretty much instinctively, the music box let out a dischordant whine. Demon's dreams were oft prophetic, and this one was no different. But a violet tendril was not something he had encountered before, and the searing pain he experienced as it brushed him was incredible; terrifying, as it embarrassed him to admit. He had not felt a level of fear this great for many years. Havoc was a delightfully gleeful experience for a demon, but when the havoc extended beyond the mortal planes and reverberated through their very souls, it was no longer simply havoc. It was something more.

The fear had faded somewhat, but it remained as a splinter in his soul, and he had a feeling it would not leave so soon.

Snapping out of his musings for a moment, he focused upon his cage. With yet another dissonant chime, the music box sprouted a small, unblinking eye that began to move around, examining its surroundings.

The sky outside was dull and boring, at least to Nox. He sometimes enjoyed the sun, of course; the tales of his weakness being light were sources of endless amusement to him, as many an adventurer tried to destroy him by throwing petty torches or bolts of light, only to be consumed with little hesitation.

With a bit more focus, his weary mind forced the music box to sprout a few mechanical legs from its underside, wobbling to a standing position. He skittered over to the door, which, for some reason, was ajar, and wandered outside.

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I'll wait. I'd love to see what other people come up with.

Voldoa: City of Monsters

Name: Nox

Age: Unknown

Race:
Sealed Daemon
A strange race of demons, attaching to objects and (sometimes) creatures, imparting their own control, twisting their host's form into something representative of their own. Each Daemon has a telltale form that it forces its host to reference; sometimes subtle, like a tattoo, sometimes obvious, like bulging muscles and glowing eyes. In many cases, the Daemons are sealed within objects by those wishing to keep them from causing further destruction, and they cannot exit this object to take another host without explicit permission of the object's owner (see the below exceptions). When a Daemon IS released, often it will find a suitable creature host, granting the host its powers and taking control of them. Since most cause havoc in this way, they are often sealed away by wary sorcerors and kept under lock and key. There are a few ways they can escape; if the object they are sealed within is destroyed (or damaged), ingested or touched by quicksilver, they can escape and latch onto another object or host. Their powers are extremely varied and often quite dangerous. If they are able to break their seal completely, they can return to their original form, and must be sealed once more before they cause mayhem.

Gender: Male

Appearance: His unsealed form is lost to time. His sealed form is a small, pitch black ellipsoid with 6 spindly extrusions that move like a spider's legs. When attached to a host, as with all Daemons, an eye appears on the flat face of the ellipsoid. He speaks with a rather deep voice. Creatures that he inhabits seem to subtly drain light from the area around them.

Personality: Confident, but wary. Daemons have many enemies, and Nox is no exception. He will often wisecrack in particular situations, and regards sorcerors and other magic users with a dry bitterness and sarcasm. He is no longer a creature of impulse and destruction; hundreds of years of being sealed away has made him aware that there are many creatures that are far stronger and more dangerous than himself. Though he is still slightly brash, and enjoys mayhem occasionally, he has a small amount of respect for other beings that has grown over the years. Additionally, due to being sealed for so long, his powers have diminished somewhat, much to his annoyance.

History: Also known as the Nightbringer, Nox was once a legendary demon that was able to drive his victims to madness. Able to control darkness itself, and move through shadows like they were water, Nox fed on the fear of his enemies and became the main subject in many a terrifying tale. A rather curious sorceror decided his powers were quite intriguing, and decided to seal him away. Sadly, the man had a strange sense of humour. Now, he's stuck in a music box, in the middle of a little antique store in Voldoa. Lame.

Other: Nox's music box plays Au Clair de la Lune when wound; he claims the piece is soothing to him. He dislikes vampires, calling them "nightrats", much to the chagrin of the store owner. He is able to twist the music box's innards to extend appendages that he can use to travel around with it. However, the box is sturdy enough to resist short falls, meaning his attempts to escape so far have been fruitless. When a Daemon is left in its sealed form for more than an hour without a host object or creature, it turns to stone until sunrise. Daemons are notoriously difficult to kill, with different methods required for each; one of the many reasons they are sealed away.

I'm sorry if this is a bit of a strange concept, haha. Hope it's okay!

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Excellent, I'll start working on a character now.

Voldoa: City of Monsters

Do we have to be a creature that is based entirely off an existing mythology, or can we create our own monstrosity?