Post by ಠ_ಠ on Jan 11, 2011 22:54:03 GMT -5
Gangrel
Nourish this flame its been built on the ones we hate
Name: Gangrel
Age: Unknown
Gender: None
Ethnicity: Scythe
Religion: Worshiper of Charnel
Sexuality: It Hurts
Never knowing a last cry destined to bleed
Character Description - Gangrel is quite large. Measuring a meter and a half in height and just under a meter in diameter. His body is made of thick, rigor-mortised flesh and rough bone carapace. A slowly rotating set of hefty hooked scythe-blades affixed to the top of his being. He hovers over the ground silently, propelled by unseen forces. His black eyeless pits seem to wander and his haunting mouth hangs open in a toothless grin, unmoving when he speaks. Gangrel is an it but prefers "he". He is a cold blooded natural killer, as befitting the prized minion and loyal servitor of the god of death, Charnel.
He has a somewhat simple and straightforward mind, with a refined and almost dignified coldness about him. A cold arrogance befitting one created for the purpose of killing and fighting. Gangrel revels in carnage and violence, though he takes this euphoric rush with quiet and reserved glee. It is something to be cherished, savored. He doesn't seek out killing though, he welcomes it when it arrives. Gangrel's somewhat sociable, his recent change of events has left him somewhat open-minded, making him reconsider many things. He considers himself a connoseur of sorts, sampling what this new world has to offer him...
Character Abilities - Look at Gangrel's picture, do you see the large, nasty set of blades crowning his head? the two of them? they are capable of rotating at incredible speeds with immense force. His physical body can also withstand ridiculous amounts of abuse due to being made out of rigid, dead tissue and reinforced bone. He's able to move exceptionally fast due to his hovering, and in battle he is like a helicopter in a sword-fight.
Most scythes, being created by a god named Charnel, recover in battle, each blow they land drinking of their foe's blood and resealing their wounds. Gangrel is Charnel's chosen, and just being in battle is enough to slowly knit damage closed, exerting himself to cause pain will recover his health and stamina as well as his foe's blood nourishing and healing him. on top of this, Gangrel is a veteran warrior and something of a psychopath, And seeing the largest and most evil of the Scythes baring down on you, regardless of if you know what the "Scythes" are or not, is a remarkably intimidating site.
Gangrel is not without his weaknesses. There are a number of places he simply cannot go due to size constraints and a lack of working appendages. On top of this he cannot manipulate objects or create any form of projectile attack, being unable to compensate for certain quicker opponents. Granted hiding from Gangrel will annoy him and he will start recklessly wrecking (see what I did there) everything around him to find you. In the past, Charnel would restore his prized pupil to life when he fails his tasks, but the god of death is not here, and as such Gangrel is developing a bit of a yellow streak, fleeing against all orders and sense if a situation seems to be turning on him too soon. This chaotic fight-or-flight switch in the god of slaughter's handpicked son is not befitting of him, and will leave him melancholic and sulking if he manages to escape.
Character Alignment - Actually Neutral, despite his rather malignant tendencies he's not one to judge, violence is a means to an end, and can be good or evil depending on who uses it.
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History - Stygia was his home, ruled by Charnel, the god of slaughter, god of malice, the god of death. Where here was pain Charnel was there, where there was suffering and agony he flourished. Where there was joy- Well one cannot have joy without another's... suffering, now. Gangrel was among his favored creatures, chosen from the scythe weapon-race as his most malignant, most brooding, most unstable and unstoppable warrior. It is said that he even could slay Ents and JabberRockies, and that he had found and battled the ancient dragon, Sirocco, in the rocky mountain pass of The Glebe.
While never considered a candidate for it (openly), Gangrel was just under the two patron-wizards of Charnel, working with Acheron and Seerix as well as the mercenary wizard Eldred. It was during Eldred's arrival that they reopened the Demon Gate at Golgotha and Charnel began to make his dark bartering with the forces of other planes. Gangrel was tasked to guard the gate as the Last Holy War raged between the gods, and the demon gate of Golgotha became an abyssal rotating door, sacrifices and offerings going in and horrifying abominations coming out. During a battle at the foot of Golgotha, where the forces of the gods had amassed and struck hard at Charnel's doorstep, something happened.
Gangrel was thrown through the demon gate.
He was sent spiraling, writhing, and thrashing through the endless maws of reality, through worlds after worlds, appearing for only a second then in another dimention, another place, barely missing absolute destruction by warming through a cliffside or a tree or a spire, moving through waters, muds, fogs, storms, through three-sunned balls of life and black voids yet to exist. It was sheer madness, seeing hundreds and hundreds of worlds appearing and flashing before his eyes as he spun and rocketed like a cannonball through the air.
Eventually something caught him, a form of "Demonic Ethereal Gravity" seemed to change his course, and through the screaming everywhere, through the terrifying everything, he begun to spiral and fall, orbiting, drawing closer, moving in...
He landed in the deadlands, appearing a few inches off the ground but with all the momentum of an asteroid from the depths of space. He had finally stopped, he was anchored in a reality.
Gates of fire come back brutality beat down
Role play Sample
It was beautiful. The end of the world itself! So much carnage and ME at the center of it! These thoughts raced through gangrel's mind as he leaned slightly to the left, his rotating scythes leaving a series of deep gouges down the side of a man. each line of the cut was like an artist's brush stroke, perfectly placed and carefully aligned, striping the man like a tiger and streaking the world with a beautiful crimson.
"you will have to bring better than this chaff to bare the brunt of Gangrel's fury! Is there none among you who could match my carnage?"
Sure enough, a large, grimacing creature slowly tromped forward. It supported itself on four long, spiked, almost arachnid-like legs, and it's face was a rage filled grimace as it bore down on Gangrel."I AM HE WHO IS YOUR BETTER!" It bellowed as Gangrel's blades slowly rotated in anticipation, the creature was just barely a little bigger than him, not counting it's appendages.
"Ahhh... an Ent. I haven't killed one of you in a fair while. This should be enjoyable."
The trick to ents was the legs, they were the ent's only weapon as well as their biggest weakness. Gangrel's blades started to spin quickly as he rushed forward, he was hoping the ent would raise up to defend itself. It did. With a low chuckle he feinted, pulling back suddenly then ducking to the side, when the gargantuan beast brought it's claws down to attack him he was already flanking the stupid ent, and those scythe blades spun up once more, he leaned in and, like a chainsaw to a tree, hacked ruthlessly at the back-legs of the ent. As it turned to try and fight him he'd already sliced the back-left leg from the thing. as it turned he leaned in, leaving a nasty mauled scar on the side of it and began hacking at the front-left leg.
"YEEEAAAAAARRRRGH!""scream for me, Ent. SCREEAAAM! let me know it hurts! you're my harp. I need but to pluck your strings-GGAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" the front-left leg was thrown messily aside, the Ent hit the ground with a loud, dull thud. It tried to crawl with it's two right legs but gangrel slowly came around, leaning in face to face with the helpless creature. "...and I can get the most beautiful of music out of you. hehehahahahahahahahaha..."
The ent never stood a chance, and once more the sound of bloody carnage filled the air, Gangrel would savor this victim, bleed him out and carve him like a fine sculpture, making his body a bloody offering to Charnel, he mustn't dally too long, there was plenty of butcher's work and not a better butcher in the land.
It was beautiful. The end of the world itself! So much carnage and ME at the center of it! These thoughts raced through gangrel's mind as he leaned slightly to the left, his rotating scythes leaving a series of deep gouges down the side of a man. each line of the cut was like an artist's brush stroke, perfectly placed and carefully aligned, striping the man like a tiger and streaking the world with a beautiful crimson.
"you will have to bring better than this chaff to bare the brunt of Gangrel's fury! Is there none among you who could match my carnage?"
Sure enough, a large, grimacing creature slowly tromped forward. It supported itself on four long, spiked, almost arachnid-like legs, and it's face was a rage filled grimace as it bore down on Gangrel."I AM HE WHO IS YOUR BETTER!" It bellowed as Gangrel's blades slowly rotated in anticipation, the creature was just barely a little bigger than him, not counting it's appendages.
"Ahhh... an Ent. I haven't killed one of you in a fair while. This should be enjoyable."
The trick to ents was the legs, they were the ent's only weapon as well as their biggest weakness. Gangrel's blades started to spin quickly as he rushed forward, he was hoping the ent would raise up to defend itself. It did. With a low chuckle he feinted, pulling back suddenly then ducking to the side, when the gargantuan beast brought it's claws down to attack him he was already flanking the stupid ent, and those scythe blades spun up once more, he leaned in and, like a chainsaw to a tree, hacked ruthlessly at the back-legs of the ent. As it turned to try and fight him he'd already sliced the back-left leg from the thing. as it turned he leaned in, leaving a nasty mauled scar on the side of it and began hacking at the front-left leg.
"YEEEAAAAAARRRRGH!""scream for me, Ent. SCREEAAAM! let me know it hurts! you're my harp. I need but to pluck your strings-GGAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" the front-left leg was thrown messily aside, the Ent hit the ground with a loud, dull thud. It tried to crawl with it's two right legs but gangrel slowly came around, leaning in face to face with the helpless creature. "...and I can get the most beautiful of music out of you. hehehahahahahahahahaha..."
The ent never stood a chance, and once more the sound of bloody carnage filled the air, Gangrel would savor this victim, bleed him out and carve him like a fine sculpture, making his body a bloody offering to Charnel, he mustn't dally too long, there was plenty of butcher's work and not a better butcher in the land.
Just kill the lights I just can't wait
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