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Hopefully its not too late to enter in a character. Seems like a fun RP!
"Pray for blood
Pray for the cleansing
Pray for the flood
Pray for end of this nightmare
This lie of a life can as quickly as it came dissolve.
We seek only reprieve
And welcome the darkness
The myth of a meaning, so lost and forgotten
Take hold of my hand
For you are no longer alone
Walk with me in hell."
Name: Tius Vilfulin
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance:
Magic: Darkness; His ability to manipulate the shadows has taught him a valuable lesson, and that it is to be used sparingly and only in dire circumstances. He suffers form schizophrenia, where a seperate voice in his mind tells him to do terrible things, or engage in Darkness frequently.
Weapons:
Personality: Tius is an intense man, but not one without a sense of humor. He understands and accepts his station within this new world he has found himself in. He is very distrusting of newcomers, especially those he views as a viable threat to his safety. He is a very skilled hunter, and is able to almost shift his personality dependant on whether he is on a hunt or if he is relaxing, the latter being few and far between. He despises this wretched world, and his foremost goal is to find a way to go back home, but part of him resents this idea. Part of him craves for the hunt. The ability to manipulate the Darkness has left him with slight paranoia, as he is always cautiously aware of his surroundings and the things that lurk within them. Within him is a constant struggle for morality. His survival has come at a price, and it tests his mental fortitude from time to time. He values himself as a warrior and with that comes a stoic mindset bent on a very carnal and primitive idea; Surviving.
Bio: Like so many others around the world, Tius was homeless. Why and how he became this way is his own tale to tell, but one clue to his story comes in the form of a tattoo on his forearm. He was a veteran of several years of war, and it has taken its toll on him. He never truly fit in when he came home, alienating himself and others around him. It isn't that he couldn't hold down a job or become a productive member of society, and he never took to the drink, but his mind plagued him. If it was his choice, he would have never left, but after an encounter with a superior left him discharged, he didn't know what to do. One day, he had had enough. Enough of the faces in his mind and the voices in his head. That day, he attempted to commit suicide. The last thing he remembers is being rushed through a hospital on a gurney, leather straps around his ankles and wrists, and the flourescent lights above flying by as he slowly slipped into a coma.
Other: Suffers from mild schizophrenia and post traumatic stress disorder.
"Pray for blood
Pray for the cleansing
Pray for the flood
Pray for end of this nightmare
This lie of a life can as quickly as it came dissolve.
We seek only reprieve
And welcome the darkness
The myth of a meaning, so lost and forgotten
Take hold of my hand
For you are no longer alone
Walk with me in hell."
Name: Tius Vilfulin
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance:
Magic: Darkness; His ability to manipulate the shadows has taught him a valuable lesson, and that it is to be used sparingly and only in dire circumstances. He suffers form schizophrenia, where a seperate voice in his mind tells him to do terrible things, or engage in Darkness frequently.
Weapons:
- The Wolf: A longsword with serrated teeth toward the cross-guard. This has been his companion for as long as he can remember, and treats it with the upmost respect. It is sharpened and oiled daily, ideally.
- The Bite: His trusted longbow. This weapon has a 60-70 pound draw, but what makes this weapon exceptional is not its fluid design, but the ammunition in which Tius uses. Serrated arrow heads with the intended purpose of being incredibly difficult to remove. These arrows would rend flesh and sinew if they were pulled without the assistance or expertise of someone trained in surgical procedures.
Personality: Tius is an intense man, but not one without a sense of humor. He understands and accepts his station within this new world he has found himself in. He is very distrusting of newcomers, especially those he views as a viable threat to his safety. He is a very skilled hunter, and is able to almost shift his personality dependant on whether he is on a hunt or if he is relaxing, the latter being few and far between. He despises this wretched world, and his foremost goal is to find a way to go back home, but part of him resents this idea. Part of him craves for the hunt. The ability to manipulate the Darkness has left him with slight paranoia, as he is always cautiously aware of his surroundings and the things that lurk within them. Within him is a constant struggle for morality. His survival has come at a price, and it tests his mental fortitude from time to time. He values himself as a warrior and with that comes a stoic mindset bent on a very carnal and primitive idea; Surviving.
Bio: Like so many others around the world, Tius was homeless. Why and how he became this way is his own tale to tell, but one clue to his story comes in the form of a tattoo on his forearm. He was a veteran of several years of war, and it has taken its toll on him. He never truly fit in when he came home, alienating himself and others around him. It isn't that he couldn't hold down a job or become a productive member of society, and he never took to the drink, but his mind plagued him. If it was his choice, he would have never left, but after an encounter with a superior left him discharged, he didn't know what to do. One day, he had had enough. Enough of the faces in his mind and the voices in his head. That day, he attempted to commit suicide. The last thing he remembers is being rushed through a hospital on a gurney, leather straps around his ankles and wrists, and the flourescent lights above flying by as he slowly slipped into a coma.
Other: Suffers from mild schizophrenia and post traumatic stress disorder.