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Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

@rabidbacon Your poor little guy just wants a Happy Meal! 😢

@Lexisheeps

He's of the Despair Meal party, but you're terribly correct.
You've reduced him to a hungry pup, I'm dying. 😂

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

Mercy followed the trail in the sky with his eyes, tracing the path. It was a sign that he would be full again, soon. The ground rumbled as he followed, but not before he swallowed his fresh kill. A thick sludge of gore spilled from his mouth, as he carelessly swung his head in the direction where more corpses were to be made.

He knew this, for the humans were always fighting over every little thing, and it was beautifully frequent too, for this world had very, very little. There were worse worlds to have been dragged into, Mercy always told himself, particularly on days where he fed well.

Eventually, he made his way to the outskirts of the erstwhile home his kind had found themselves in, and he stared at what he saw, his fiery mouth flickering in the shadows as he licked his lips. The humans were holding those things tightly, tiny fingers itching to deal death at every given moment.

Whatever the outcome, there was bound to be a body left behind. After all, the thorn-headed one and his group were just about as hungry as the Wild Ones were, when it came to bloodshed.

Mercy watched and waited, from a good distance, though his heft meant that he wasn't hiding either. There was no need to hide - even just the sight of him coaxed the tantalizing energies of terror and despair to pour out from many of the humans. And he was hungry, always hungry.

Magicorp: Wizards Gone Corporate

Couldn't help but reply, I hope that's ok! @Enzayne

Magicorp: Wizards Gone Corporate

He looked up, eyes quickly flicking towards the one other person that he saw as something approximating competition. The strange flicker, as well as the almost unreal symmetry of the woman's features only made his curiosity deepen. Albrecht felt a need to poke, to mingle, to sniff her out. Sure, she looked busy on her phone, but he was the sort of person who could talk at people, instead of talking with them.

"You're new too, aren't you," he asked, rather loudly, from his messy desk. "What's your name? I'm Albrecht. Albrecht Rose. Al, for short." The man introduced himself, eyes wide with an almost child-like inquisitiveness, though his grin had a manic sort of energy, not too different from how dogs accidentally bared their fangs as they played with their favorite stick. "You're dressed really nice. You don't look like you need to work here at all."

Albrecht had an eye for clothes, and while he dressed as well as he could, he still had to pay the rent. By his estimates, her whole outfit alone seemed like it could pay his entire bar tab twice over. It was a very large tab, kept afloat only by the fact that Albrecht's antics kept people coming into the bar, too.

"Hey, in case we ever work together, I'm going to tell you ahead of time - I hope there's no hard feelings if I end up... burning a blazer or something of yours. Trying to keep it to a minimum, but fire's a wild thing, you know? Almost like it has its own mind."

It was a warning, a subtle signifier of how relatively new Albrecht was to all this proper wizarding, especially when compared to the others in the "company". Given how it was phrased, though, it was clear that Albrecht was also doing his best to balance this precaution with a clear statement of his abilities; however simplistic it was, even brute force could be effective, even if it wasn't the best tool for the job.

"But it doesn't happen often. Promise."

He raised his hand to swear, just as someone laughed in the background, clearly disagreeing with what he just said.

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

Mercy

Mercy

Age: ?? | Wild | Gender: Male | Faction & Title: The Wilds - the Devourer | Height: 25 feet | Weight: 8,500 pounds

Abyssal Connection: Natural Subjugation

Draconic Scales

With concentration, Mercy's hide becomes nigh impenetrable, save for close blasts from high-powered weapons, due to a unique molecular structure that can be rearranged at will. However, the density of this hide as well as the heft of his size also means that Mercy moves at a limited speed during this state. Outside of it, the hardness can compare to thick animal hide, and he can move at an agile speed, akin to a gigantic bear. Also, given his size, stealth is often not an option.

Infernal Blood

Mercy's blood runs at a high temperature, akin to molten lava. Where it falls, it can start fires, and when splattered, it can cause burn damage. Of course, it would be unwise to use this as a main tactic, as Mercy can still bleed out. This is mostly a defensive feature.

(Locked) The Void Stares Back

Can regurgitate all the despair, anger and fear he has consumed to freeze all human targets within a certain area and cause them to lose most mental faculties, shutting them down and disabling rational action. This is a limited ability, as it means Mercy loses the emotions he has fed on and is weakened for quite some time.

Goal:
To destroy Umbra Corp and help the Wild King gain more territory.
Understand the humans and their unending strife.

Personality:
Mercy only wants to feed. More grounds means more to feed upon. There is little else that he is bothered with.
He takes some interest in how humans fight amongst themselves, as well as with his own kind, but those that catch his interest are often only rewarded by a gruesome end, rent by his claws and crushed in his massive jaws. He feeds on both the negative emotions and the bodies of humans.

History:
Mercy has no memories of others like himself, though he was not always as large as he is now. He grew large in the City of Ehlm, for those that dared to enter and pick its fruits were almost always full of fear. One day, he eventually grew big enough to try killing one, and though he nearly died on account of the strange, ingenious weapons they had, he won and he devoured the human. It was a taste he would never forget, and from then on, he became one of the more aggressive Wilds, feeding on all that he could.

It was odd, how many of them seemed to ask for mercy, before death, and before long, he decided that it was equivalent to what the humans called names.

There is a spark of curiosity growing within the great beast, however, about his prey. But it is one that he is reluctant to entertain. After all, playing with one's food is a waste of time.

Inventory:
N/A

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

<Snipped quote by rabidbacon>

Looks great! There's only two things I want to clarify. His hide, I imagine it would be immune to regular bullets, but not to Abyssal Energy bullets?

How is his skin temperature?

Also, the abyssal connection would read 'Natural Subjugation' instead of 'None'.

@Estylwen

Thanks!

1. Yes.
2. I imagine that the skin keeps the heat inside, but when he's wounded, the parts around the wounds get pretty hot.
3. Noted, will edit!

Shadows of the Forgotten Realm

Great, thanks again. Looking forward to this and what the rest come up with.
I'm a sucker for low-magic, grim fantasy settings.

Shadows of the Forgotten Realm

Thanks! I'd like to keep the part of his background about his employers - would it be plausible to say that the nobles were initially quite generous and meritocratic to a fault, which is why they gave him a chance? It also adds to his bitterness about their demise. And to avoid going against the culture vibes, we can have Bane's men to be unfortunate half-elves like himself as well (because I assume no human wants to work under him). It's also useful for a noble to have them as spies, maybe, or expendable cannon fodder?

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

Bacon

Mercy

Age: ?? | Wild | Gender: Male | Faction & Title: The Wilds - the Devourer | Height: 25 feet | Weight: 8,500 pounds

Abyssal Connection: Natural Subjugation

Draconic Vitality

With concentration, Mercy's hide becomes nigh impenetrable, save for close blasts from high-powered weapons, due to a unique molecular structure that can be rearranged at will. However, the density of this hide as well as the heft of his size also means that Mercy moves at a limited speed during this state. Outside of it, the hardness can compare to thick animal hide, and he can move at an agile speed, akin to a gigantic bear. Also, given his size, stealth is often not an option.

Infernal Blood

Mercy's blood runs at a high temperature, akin to molten lava. Where it falls, it can start fires, and when splattered, it can cause burn damage. Of course, it would be unwise to use this as a main tactic, as Mercy can still bleed out. This is mostly a defensive feature.

(Locked) The Void Stares Back

Can regurgitate all the despair, anger and fear he has consumed to freeze all human targets within a certain area and cause them to lose most mental faculties, shutting them down and disabling rational action. This is a limited ability, as it means Mercy loses the emotions he has fed on and is weakened for quite some time.

Goal:
To destroy Umbra Corp and help the Wild King gain more territory.
Understand the humans and their unending strife.

Personality:
Mercy only wants to feed. More grounds means more to feed upon. There is little else that he is bothered with.
He takes some interest in how humans fight amongst themselves, as well as with his own kind, but those that catch his interest are often only rewarded by a gruesome end, rent by his claws and crushed in his massive jaws. He feeds on both the negative emotions and the bodies of humans.

History:
Mercy has no memories of others like himself, though he was not always as large as he is now. He grew large in the City of Ehlm, for those that dared to enter and pick its fruits were almost always full of fear. One day, he eventually grew big enough to try killing one, and though he nearly died on account of the strange, ingenious weapons they had, he won and he devoured the human. It was a taste he would never forget, and from then on, he became one of the more aggressive Wilds, feeding on all that he could.

It was odd, how many of them seemed to ask for mercy, before death, and before long, he decided that it was equivalent to what the humans called names.

There is a spark of curiosity growing within the great beast, however, about his prey. But it is one that he is reluctant to entertain. After all, playing with one's food is a waste of time.

Inventory:
N/A

Shadows of the Forgotten Realm

Bane Halrond

Character Name:
Bane Halrond

Race:
Half-elf

Class:
Former Guard Captain of a decimated noble house of Eldoria.

Age:
57

Gender:
Male

Place of Birth:
Riffolk

Appearance:
Bane Halrond is, at first glance, a rather imposing man, though after a few moments of words exchanged, he reveals himself to be more tired than gruff. He has seen his masters and his own men fall to the Shadowbane, and to the influence of both greed and magic, and as a result, it has left him with a deep-seated anger towards the former and a wariness towards the latter, as it has upended the security and meaning of his profession. He now ekes out a living as a mercenary for people who require an escort for security purposes, and he spends much of the coin maintaining his weaponry and armor - or what is left of its glory days. What little is left is spent on strong drink, as well as other, warmer comforts that seedy taverns provide.