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The Gift of the Gods

Hey, my internet's been really wonky lately, and either way I planned on doing this anyway. I'm just going to go hide in my cave and "spread" a rumor of a grim reaper of sorts among people in the towns with a general location of my character. I'll be waiting for the people there, similarly to Jangel. If the "heroes" of this adventure find themselves drenched in death, Warlynd may show up every now and again, but other than that I'll just be waiting. If there is no objections then I'll go along with doing this.

EDIT: My dad got us a new router and our internet is fixed, I think I'll just start following the "heroes" around if you ever get near a mass of death.

The Gift of the Gods

Hey, Jones. Since I'm sort of an Evil character, could I create a good guy companion guy?

The Gift of the Gods

Warlynd woke up to the sound of fire, startled. He was scared, until he saw Xalia standing over fire pit, cooking. She smiled at him, and he stood up from his bed. The moment he did, it hit him. Death. He could feel it. From across the room, his head smiled. He felt it too. It seemed to be coming from the direction of Sap, a town not too far from his current home. After eating his breakfast of pork, he picked up his head, and started looking for his whip.

"Xalia, have you seen my spine?" All he got back in return was a laugh, as that sentence always seemed funny to her.

"I think it's over by your bed." Warlynd checked by his bed, and it was there.

"Thanks, I'm going to be out for at least a day, keep everything safe." She said she always did, and proceeded to hug him. He "nodded" to her, and walked out the door.

When he got out of his house, he was in a cave. (His house is in a cave.) He followed it outside, and got on his horse, Talfina, who was waiting for him at the cave entrance. He hopped on her, and directed her in the direction of Sap. Warlynd started along his way, with his head under his arm, and his whip in his hand. He passed by many travelers, but most of them just stopped and stared, or ran away from him as fast as possible. He just shrugged them off as they weren't worth his time. He usually wouldn't be in this mindset, but he was preoccupied. As he got closer and closer to Sap, he could feel the death stronger and stronger. He was basking in its glory, really, with how much he was waiting for it, as it was more pungent, so pungent, in fact, that it was like he could almost taste it, but his splendor stopped when he felt a gap in the death. It wasn't like someone was a killer, because they feel different. What he felt, was someone who wasn't killing, quite the opposite really. People were recovering from wounds, somewhere nearby. He feared that this might be a problem, especially if he just went in to try and kill them. So he put on his head, hid his whip, and started casually wandering around on his horse. He didn't want to seem like someone gifted with the art of death, so he put on an innocent warrior look, hoping to fool anyone who saw him, just in case they did.

The Gift of the Gods

Sorry about my absense, I've had some trouble with my internet recently. I'l post soon.

The Gift of the Gods

Oh ok, thanks for the clarification.

The Gift of the Gods

Hey, I have a question. What exactly are the gifts. Like I have the Gift of Antai, what does that exactly entail?

The Gift of the Gods

My CS.

Name: Warlynd

Age: 34

Race: Dullahan*

Appearance:

Body

The one labeled Artorias, minus the helmet.

head

Instead, a black fog cloud takes its place. This cloud absorbs light in a similar way to eyes, and does the same thing with sounds and smells, allowing him to use it as a head. When his head is the way it usually is, unattached, it looks much worse than normal, with its skin a sickly, rotten green, and a large smile on it, reaching almost from ear to ear. When attached, which it can be for up to 3 hours a day, it looks normal.

Bio:

Bio

When Warlynd was seven, he woke up. His first memories were from then. He woke up, only to see several dead corpses around him. He heard the noises of pillagers below him, as he was in an attic. He didn't know what to think, until he heard a strange voice. It sounded like his, only different, decayed almost, but still recognizable. He turned to see his own head, lying next to him. It told him to reach over to his father's corpse, just a few feet away from him. He did as he was told, because would he lie to himself? His hand slipped right through the body, grabbing onto his spine. He pulled it out, and showed it to his head. Warlyrnd's head said that he had done well, and asked to be picked up. Warlynd did as he was told, and picked up his head. When he did so, the spine turned into a whip, and he had the natural instinct to kill. Correction, not to kill, but to create death. He got down from the attic, and startled everyone around him. He started whipping around the spine as if it were a part of him. Taking the pillagers by surprise as they didn't expect this child to be attacking, or headless for that matter.

After everyone was dead, he ran outside, grabbing his father's horse, Talfina. Upon doing so, the fog from his throat enveloped the horse, transforming it into his own black, shadow horse. Over time, he started killing. It started off as a very small amount, but then the numbers grew, and Warlyrnd found himself doing it all the time. That all ended when he walked in on a scene similar to his first memory. Raiders attacking a farmhouse. He flicked his wrist, and his whip became a large greataxe, to sharp protrusions appearing from the end on either side.. He started killing, and when the victims of the crime came down to thank the stranger who had just saved their belongings, he got caught up in the moment, and they happened to be his next victims. Warlyrnd put his head on instinctively, since he could hear the sounds of a little girl upstairs. It attached, and he sounded normal, and looked normal. He walked upstairs to the girl, whose name was Xalia. He told her what had gone on downstairs, and for some reason, she clung to him. He still doesn't know why, but she took to him like he was more than her father. They went back to Warlynd's abode, and he took care of Xalia.

Years later, he revealed what he was after a raid on his home. The man who attacked wore a unique set of armor. It was a dark grey chainmail type armor, with a dark blue cloth around parts of it. Warlynd liked the look of it, and it would provide better protection for when he has to exchange blows with someone, so he took the armor. Now, he does what he did before, but with more caution, as what he did before caused quite a bit of trouble. Now he roams around, spreading death as he goes. But he frequently returns home to visit Xalia.

Personality: Warlyrnd is cold to people he doesn't know. But if he takes an interest in someone, he treats them wonderfully, like normal peopledo to their friends and family.

Faction: None

Gift: Gift of Antai

Weapon(s) of choice: A Whip made from an extended Human Spine. This whip can create two protrusions on either side of it to create a greataxe. His head can also be used as an intimidation, as most foes don't expect a head to be thrown at them.

Relationship/loved ones?: His horse, Talfina. A human named Xalia, 15

Xalia

. His head has a mind of its own when not atop his body, talking to him throughout his journeys and giving him advice along the way.

Other: Xalia knows how to use a whip as a weapon as well. Warlynd is also prone to attacking travellers. This is due to his nature, and his head usually tells him to, and Warlynd almost always listens to his head.
*For more information about Dullahans - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dullahan

The Gift of the Gods

Jones Sparrow, I sent you a PM with a character idea.

pokemon the journey to legend

Hey, I'm going to have to give this up, I've been too busy to post lately, sorry.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: A Legendary Disaster

If I'm still allowed to join this, could I get a link to the OOC?