Wither
Angry - Detached - Unstable
There's an animal inside of me.
Pet Name: Wither
Owner: Necromancer
Theme / Type: Apocalyptic Yehxil
Born: June 28, 2015
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 15 / 15
Strength: 20
Defense: 0
Speed: 15
Intellect: 10
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
It gnaws at its shackles and rattles its chains, longing to roam free.
GENERIC
name: Real name is forgotten; responds to Wither
pronunciation: "wih-th-er"
alias/nickname: The Ram
age: Unknown (Appears to be anywhere from his late 20's to early 30's.)
gender: Male
ethnic background: Unknown
hails from:
sign:
birthdate: Unknown; date of resurrection is December 21st (the winter solstice)
current residence: Presumed to be somewhere in Wyoming -- was resurrected in Burlington
class: Former human; undead shape-shifter and embodiment of rage
profession: Wither has no inclination of who he is or was, being resurrected from a cemetery by a member of a necromancer coven and turned over to the custody of a "doctor" whom was nothing less than a psychopath in order to be a test subject. A while back, he escaped, and now he is on the run from the scientist that seeks to reclaim him.
marital status: Ran away from one mad scientist only to find himself in the arms of another.
AESTHETICS
hair: Short, unkempt, grayish-brown hair that has lost a lot of its former luster due to neglect and decay.
eyes: Empty, pale green husks
face: His features here are incredibly gaunt. A portion of skin is torn from his left cheek and hangs at his jaw, revealing a set of teeth that have been partially eaten away by rot.
complexion: Pallid
physique: Wither stands at an average height of 5'10" with an awkward, lanky stature. Several of his joints seem to be out of place, and he has long arms and legs, with large hands and feet.
scars: He has plenty of patches of ripped flesh and exposed bone across his shoulders and ribcage.
misc: n/a
ATTIRE
helm: Wears a dark brown beanie that matches his gloves and boots.
torso: He wears an "off-white" blood-stained shirt that has been worn away with dust and age.
arms: His arms sport wrinkled bandages of gauze that are also stained with dried blood. They wrap themselves around his wrists up to his elbows. Covering his hands are dark brown fingerless gloves.
legs: His khaki jeans are tattered and ripped at the knees and ankles.
feet: He dons dark brown, mudded farmer boots that push his khakis up to his knees.
jewelry/misc:Two black studs pierced into his right eyebrow, one in the right side of his nose, and one in his lower lip.
COMBAT
strengths: Due to the normal advantages of being undead, Wither cannot feel any physical pain or discomfort, making it difficult to hinder him in combat. Considering none of the nerves or organs in his body are actually functioning, there is not much physical damage that could be done to him that would put him at a disadvantage (unless you were to do something to render him completely incapacitated like cutting off his legs lol). Biological qualities aside, after many years of experiments that have been conducted upon him, Wither's brain seems to have developed a "second conscience", or "doppleganger affect". This alternate personality has come to be known as "the Ram", and it is the embodiment of Wither's anger. When Wither is pushed to the point of absolute fury, the Ram will emerge from its dormant state in his mind and take over him, transforming him not only mentally, but physically. The Ram is incredibly dangerous, for anything it touches can immediately begin to decompose at its will -- including living flesh. In order to counter-act this, one's mind must be stronger than the Ram's and render its power inaffective, as it is a telekenetic ability, in a sense. Aside from reacting when Wither is enraged, the Ram can also be involuntarily released as a defense mechanism when Wither is weak or frightened.
weaknesses: Strangely enough, while his incapability to feel pain serves as a strength, it can also be a hindrance. With his nerves being inactive, Wither is not always aware of how much damage he has taken or how far he has pushed his limits. The same can also be said when it comes to the Ram, for it is not only a danger to others, but a danger to Wither as well. It is an evil entity that torments him, seeking to consume him and leave every part of who he is behind to -- no pun intended -- wither away and be forgotten. While the Ram remains dormant in his mind for the majority of the time, it can and will emerge at even the slightest provocation.
CHARACTER
synopsis: Wither is driven by a strong will to be free. Rebellious by nature, he does not take kindly to any orders -- or even requests -- given to him. Excessively stubborn and unwilling to admit when he's wrong, he can be a bit difficult to tolerate.
Nonetheless, despite his irritability, he does his best to keep himself in check and knows that he cannot let his bottled anger get the better of him at all costs -- and believe me, he has a lot of it. There is so much hatred pent up inside of him, and what scares him the most is that he doesn't know if it's an influence of the Ram or his own personal emotions. Because of this, and because he still genuinely cares enough to not want to pose a threat to anyone, he makes an effort to avoid confrontation or social situations as much as he can.
If he's caught in a moment where he's forced to communicate, he tends to come off as rather awkward, doing his best to keep his words few and to the point while remaining civil and courteous at the same time. His mental instability makes him extremely guarded and paranoid, and the Ram misses no opportunities to taunt him when he is vulnerable.
pros:
cons:
moral alignment: It's complicated. While he tries his best to remain in the Lawful-Neutral category, he finds himself prone to being Chaotic-Neutral or Neutral-Evil.
religious alignment: n/a
political alignment: n/a
sexual orientation: Asexual
AFFILIATES
"Despite the fact that absolutely every fiber of my being is telling me to run away, I can't help but remain at your side. I've no idea what you've done to me, but I can no longer fathom the idea of being anywhere else."
MISC
.:x-coming soon-x:.
It sees all, hears all, knows all. You cannot run from it.
| Clone says (( *dusts self off* Oh jeeze, let's figure out how to write Clone...especially since he's changed a fair bit since we started this shindig lol )) *the scientist kept a fairly calm facade in the face of potential danger. His creations bolted toward the noise echoing throughout the forest, leaving him with only the rat-like creature and himself. There was a small voice in his mind somewhere that told him this creature was dangerous, but he ignored it completely; after all, he'd dealt with things far more dangerous than this* "Come on then, hurry up. No time to waste on a lovely evening like this, hmm?" *he breathed, voice incredibly passive, perhaps unamused at best, as he turned and walked through the undergrowth with his hands shoved into his labcoat pockets. Screams began to rise up through the air as his monsters found their targets, but this didn't even so much as make him flinch. Instead, he just ran a hand through his ebony hair to shoo it away from his face. The walk was one he'd done many times, and it seemed almost subconscious as they arrived at the laboratory in the heart of the forest. It was large and spanned over several acres, different sections housing different types of buildings and areas all connected with various glass pathways and arches...or at least, it looked like glass. He lead the newcomer up to the main gate and lifted a hand to a flat surface that read it with a quick flash of light, sliding doors opening to allow them into the main area. Despite his pets, the voices of his pursuers continued to grow louder. The scientist clicked his tongue at that and jerked his chin toward where the sound was coming from* "Don't you worry about that. Nothing gets onto my property without me saying so. Still, makes me curious about what exactly you did to make them want to chase you down..." *he shrugged again, gesturing toward the doorway and giving the other the choice to enter or not* "Regardless, your secret's safe with me. I don't really care what you did~" |
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Clone says *the scientist just looked up at the creature dangling from his trap and offered a deadpanned ex |
| Clone says (( Blech, having this on his profile reminds me of how long ago I actually updated it. ;c )) *it had been dreadfully quiet these past few days, so much so that the scientist actually had time to hear himself think and that was never much a good thing. Each second seemed to drag on into eternity, minutes wasting away with nothing to do and forced into self induced isolation. The lab was spotless and each tile and window shimmering with perfection, each instrument sterilized and carefully stored away--this was perhaps what made the bloodied lab coat the scientist donned such a surprise, red tinted goggles also resting upon his head as he paced through the corridors of his own design. Brilliance couldn't sleep, a perfect design couldn't sit still, and being an experiment himself didn't give him much time to just...well, be a normal person. Perfection perfection...perfection had to be somewhere, just waiting to be created* "Damnit!" *a sudden curse shattered his silence, the man's own voice seeming to startle him for a moment before he froze, his hands delicately held out beside him before he grinned at a screen flashing on his wall of monitors and dials. A lab in the heart of the forest didn't see many visitors aside from wild animals and he'd really had his fill of toying with them, but, at the very least it gave him a chance to feed one of his other creations. And something to do* "Hey pet, come on! Let's go hunting. Hurry up now! I don't have time to wait for you~" *with a wave of his hand the scientist was already out the door, several interesting inventions stored away in his lab coat and sachel while an interesting creature leapt after him. It looked to be mostly a giant rat, though it also had traits of other woodland creatures stitched together in a fashion to create something completely different and terrifying in its own right--stitched was also a crude word, considering that it looked like it was its own species and had always meant to look that way, neon green ooze leaking from its jaws as it hunkered after its master. It didn't take long for Clone to find the trap that had been set off, though the voices in the distance were unfamiliar and exciting at the same time--visitors? How delightful! He needed more projects, he really did...his thoughts stopped midway as he glanced up at the trap and tilted his head visibly, scrunching his face up a little as if trying to get a better look at something he didn't understand* "Well aren't you an interesting one? You should probably tell your friends to leave now--I don't have time to entertain guests~" |
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