Post by TheRuddyRaku! on Jan 9, 2010 17:04:39 GMT -6
Name: Keil.
Age: Unknown.
Gender: Male
Breed: Pre death: Dire wolf. Post Death; Shadow spirit.
Appearence: Keil is nothing more than a ghost, forged jet black from excessive shadowmancery. Apparating and dissapeering at his whim.
though he takes his old form, a dire wolf of jet black, with a van-helsing style hat, covering his eyes. He is insubstantial, unable to physicly be hit. wheras magic still hurts him incredibly.
Personality: Very good natured and flirty, attracted to female wolves, with a grim hopelessness of life, and a very Gothic attitude to Shinkou.
Magic:
1: controling the movement of shadow. This spell uses a minimal amount of energy, But requires alot of concentration. Thus keil usualy cant attack simultainiously with something else.
2: Re-animating dead bodies. Any body is useful to him, But it requires alot of concentration, thus when in a dead body, Keil cant cast spells.
3: manipulating shadow energy into forms of his whim. This spell uses alot of energy to form shapes and objects from shadow magic, But once the object is made, it uses little magic to "keep" it in the real world, however to give the shapes/objects sustenance, he would need to concentrate on it alot.
Skills: Asside from being a maniac depressant, Nothing.
How it started~~~
If you realy want to set the mood, listen to this as you read the entry below. www.youtube.com/watch?v=SYBi-F0ucTs
Keil whimpered in the eternal black that was Solace's soul. Eager to die, eager to escape. Anything to end this stream of blank madness. He leered not in body, but in spirit. Unable to traverse to the afterlife. No escaping the bitter shadow deamons whim that was solace.
He had watched the bleak shadow spirit consume his soul, he prayed for escape, retribution, a way out. None came. he continued to linger in this maddening emptiness, Consumed by fear, Hate and jealousy. Solace had allow keil merely to watch as his body was defiled and corrupted into Dakkanism, merely to better house Solace's intentions.
He lingered bodyless, eyeless. Only a soul decaying in the confines of the dark. He passed time by plotting, Ha! deceiving himself once more, that there was a way out of this empty confinement. If the young wolf had a voice, he would wail to the heavens, If the young wolf had a nose, he would sniff a way out, if the young wolf had ears, he would listen for a path to escape. He had nothing. Hope lingered for a while in his bleak mind, as he reccolected fond memories of Adastros, teaching him the ways of the wild. Keil hoped for Taggerung, the beast which had killed him, to do the deed once more and grant him release. An empty Hope...
His mind lingered on the brink of insanity, his soul teetering millemetres from madness. This emptyness a torture in itself, The true horror of the dark.
He loathed Solace, for one to walk so freely in the body he had loved and grew, whilst he decayed in nothing. A mere memory to those that had known him.
He would hope to keep it that way, Hoping for a death.
None came. He sat, senceless, hopeless, a mockery of his own mind. Tethered to the hell of Solace's. Shut out from the world.
His vision returned, Observing the black plates of solace's armour, feeling excruciating pain, on the brink of death, Pain was preferable to nothing. He looked around in confusion, Solace's neck being sluggish to his whim, his eyes flickering around as his plates flexxed and groaned.His one Glimpse of hope had not forsaken him.
He sat, the metal plates grining in one another as solace moved, His paw reaching up to his throat. This would end it, THIS WOULD END IT ALL!
His insanity blossomed as he let out one last fell howl, his voice unused for decades as his paw groped his metal neck, feeling for a breach. He found none. His howl continued in anguish, a chilling metalic roar as he bludgeoned the iron, seeking a way in to his own corpse. The metal flexxed beneath his own metal paw before giving way, he felt his paw clutch at rotten flesh, grasping further down his decayed body to his chest, and plunged the claws in, seeking his own heart and tearing it out. It beat no more. But the deed was done.
Keils soul ripped from the body as solace regained control, keils own spirit being rejected into the center of his own soul, his rotten heart. The organ fell to the floor with a splatter of decayed blood, burning into the floor as it melted along with keil into the realm of Shinkou once more.
He was free.
Age: Unknown.
Gender: Male
Breed: Pre death: Dire wolf. Post Death; Shadow spirit.
Appearence: Keil is nothing more than a ghost, forged jet black from excessive shadowmancery. Apparating and dissapeering at his whim.
though he takes his old form, a dire wolf of jet black, with a van-helsing style hat, covering his eyes. He is insubstantial, unable to physicly be hit. wheras magic still hurts him incredibly.
Personality: Very good natured and flirty, attracted to female wolves, with a grim hopelessness of life, and a very Gothic attitude to Shinkou.
Magic:
1: controling the movement of shadow. This spell uses a minimal amount of energy, But requires alot of concentration. Thus keil usualy cant attack simultainiously with something else.
2: Re-animating dead bodies. Any body is useful to him, But it requires alot of concentration, thus when in a dead body, Keil cant cast spells.
3: manipulating shadow energy into forms of his whim. This spell uses alot of energy to form shapes and objects from shadow magic, But once the object is made, it uses little magic to "keep" it in the real world, however to give the shapes/objects sustenance, he would need to concentrate on it alot.
Skills: Asside from being a maniac depressant, Nothing.
How it started~~~
If you realy want to set the mood, listen to this as you read the entry below. www.youtube.com/watch?v=SYBi-F0ucTs
Keil whimpered in the eternal black that was Solace's soul. Eager to die, eager to escape. Anything to end this stream of blank madness. He leered not in body, but in spirit. Unable to traverse to the afterlife. No escaping the bitter shadow deamons whim that was solace.
He had watched the bleak shadow spirit consume his soul, he prayed for escape, retribution, a way out. None came. he continued to linger in this maddening emptiness, Consumed by fear, Hate and jealousy. Solace had allow keil merely to watch as his body was defiled and corrupted into Dakkanism, merely to better house Solace's intentions.
He lingered bodyless, eyeless. Only a soul decaying in the confines of the dark. He passed time by plotting, Ha! deceiving himself once more, that there was a way out of this empty confinement. If the young wolf had a voice, he would wail to the heavens, If the young wolf had a nose, he would sniff a way out, if the young wolf had ears, he would listen for a path to escape. He had nothing. Hope lingered for a while in his bleak mind, as he reccolected fond memories of Adastros, teaching him the ways of the wild. Keil hoped for Taggerung, the beast which had killed him, to do the deed once more and grant him release. An empty Hope...
His mind lingered on the brink of insanity, his soul teetering millemetres from madness. This emptyness a torture in itself, The true horror of the dark.
He loathed Solace, for one to walk so freely in the body he had loved and grew, whilst he decayed in nothing. A mere memory to those that had known him.
He would hope to keep it that way, Hoping for a death.
None came. He sat, senceless, hopeless, a mockery of his own mind. Tethered to the hell of Solace's. Shut out from the world.
His vision returned, Observing the black plates of solace's armour, feeling excruciating pain, on the brink of death, Pain was preferable to nothing. He looked around in confusion, Solace's neck being sluggish to his whim, his eyes flickering around as his plates flexxed and groaned.His one Glimpse of hope had not forsaken him.
He sat, the metal plates grining in one another as solace moved, His paw reaching up to his throat. This would end it, THIS WOULD END IT ALL!
His insanity blossomed as he let out one last fell howl, his voice unused for decades as his paw groped his metal neck, feeling for a breach. He found none. His howl continued in anguish, a chilling metalic roar as he bludgeoned the iron, seeking a way in to his own corpse. The metal flexxed beneath his own metal paw before giving way, he felt his paw clutch at rotten flesh, grasping further down his decayed body to his chest, and plunged the claws in, seeking his own heart and tearing it out. It beat no more. But the deed was done.
Keils soul ripped from the body as solace regained control, keils own spirit being rejected into the center of his own soul, his rotten heart. The organ fell to the floor with a splatter of decayed blood, burning into the floor as it melted along with keil into the realm of Shinkou once more.
He was free.
