Post by Orpheus on Jul 22, 2008 20:34:17 GMT -5
Name: Lost through possession
Alias/nickname: Sigma
Gender: Male
Height: Roughly 6’2
Age: 19
Species: Hollow- A humanoid creature that is deeply possessed by a malignant, inanimate object, such as a puppet, weapon, spirit or in some cases, another person, usually a mage or something similar. You can tell a hollow from your average human or elf by their eye pattern: Berserker Hollows have two crossed swords visible in their eyes, whereas a Cleric Hollow would have the holy cross patterned into their orbs. A Sniper Hollow will have a crosshair pattern, and the most powerful of hollows to be discovered yet, dubbed King Hollows, have the image of a king chess piece reflecting off their eyes for all to see. The other way of distinguishing a Hollow from a normal creature is through their skin: A Hollow will always have a strange black pattern infesting their eerily colourless skin; the deeper they are possessed by their spirit/object, the more prominent the pattern will be. Again, the Hollow type can be distinguished by pattern: Berserkers have a thunder pattern, as if black streaks of lightning have been etched down their skin, and Clerics have a splash pattern, like if blotches of ink had been splashed all over it’s body. Snipers have a broken glass pattern, jagged shards of charcoal glass corrupting their skin, and Kings have a flame pattern from the bottom up, like their body is half engulfed by black fire.
Hollows usually travel in pairs with their possessor, but a few sightings of four or five Hollows in a pack have been reported, usually led by a King Hollow, who seemingly has limited power over others of its kind. As much as a Sniper or Cleric hollow will listen to a King, they only ever yield to one power: Their possessor. Because of this, fear is almost irrelevant to them if it contests their objective, making them ideal soldiers. However, nearly all hollows are controlled by an evil presence, and thus have a reputation to be tools of death. If their master/mistress is dormant, they are permitted free will until their master awakens again. Some see this as the only opportunity to break a Hollow from its bonds, whereas others exploit this to add their own shackles to the already imprisoned creatures.
Appearance: Sigma is a Sniper Hollow, meaning that he has a crosshair pattern emblazoned in his eyes. His white hair is long and staggers down his face in jagged streaks. His facial features are angular and prominent, a stern look always on his thin lips and his already surreal eyes a little wider than your average human. He is deeply possessed, with a mess of shards of his skin tinted black like a fierce looking tattoo, all over his face, hands, body, just generally everywhere. Despite his madness, he wears a small silver cross pendant around his neck, symbolising his faith before he was invaded by the soul of his dagger, which he keeps in a sheath on a metal tasset around his waist. He wears a set of black armour plates around his torso as well as a jagged pair of matching greaves to cover his legs, the solid dusk armour shining dull silver in the light, like if it was silver once but had been scorched by a dragon. He has quite a large frame, although close combat isn’t his speciality. Along his right arm is a long brassard that covers the whole of his limb, countless needles hanging freely from it like a sinister chandelier. Also on his tasset next to his two dagger sheaths is a silver revolver, a few verses engraved along the side of it in an unknown language.
His master, Ezra, is a malicious soul that resides in his dagger. Although Ezra can only be heard by Sigma and other ethereal creatures (Or those gifted with the ability to commune with spirits), he has made himself known on rare occasions by exiting the dagger and speaking to him directly. He has an almost comical appearance, being nothing more than a wisp of red smoke which resembles a head, composed of solely a singular large eye and a set of jagged, oversized teeth. Whether he’s content, unhappy, angry or in any other emotional state, he will always wear a plastic grin that shows off his pearl white fangs, and only appears to others if his control over Sigma is threatened.
Personality: Most of the time, Sigma is under Ezra’s spell. The spirit’s word is absolute law, and the Hollow will carry out his orders without hesitation, fear, sometimes even knowledge of what he is about to do. When not permitted free will by Ezra, he will do whatever he’s told with very little question, and that isn’t good. Ezra is merciless, spiteful, and vengeful, and likes nothing more than the sight of his host spilling another’s blood. The spirit is childish and selfish, whereas Sigma himself is a calm, collected man, not reflecting the views of the one who controls him at all. He is misguided completely, thinking that Ezra is only looking out for him, but in truth, to the dagger’s spirit he’s just a host, an efficient means of causing death until he meets his match. And when that happens? Why, he’ll just jump into the stronger one’s weapon and turn him into a Hollow, leaving Sigma for dead. But he doesn’t know that. He doesn’t know any better. He’s just a puppet. He’s a good person at heart. He just doesn’t get the chance to use that heart of his. He doesn’t understand why other humans and elves avoid him, shout at him, call him a monster, tell him to kill himself due to his lack of control over his body. If he was ever freed, he wouldn’t understand emotions, feelings, actions like everybody else, for after six years of being a Hollow, all he knows is taking orders...
When he gets his six hours or so of free will a day, he is usually alone. Human life fascinates him, how they can band together as a community and achieve great things. How having someone else with them makes them so much happier. Teamwork, selflessness, care, love…four things that interest Sigma, yet he doesn’t know what they mean. Deep down, in the heart that he never gets to use, he wants to learn to love, to laugh with others and be one with a community. Ezra, knowing this as a threat to his absolute control, scolds his host for this, saying that all he needs to be happy is himself and combat. He isn’t happy, but his possessed state doesn’t let him know that…
History:
Sigma was once not Sigma. At one point he had another name somewhere down the line, when he was a child. His old family came from a long line of weaponsmiths, creating top quality weaponry and supplying some of the best knights around with their arms. They became quite renowned, people from all over the land coming to find a weapon that would suit them perfectly. Because of this, everyone in the business became interested in weapons, each of them not only becoming a top notch weaponsmith, but also a fearsome combatant when battle came around.
It wasn’t long before the next successor to the business, the man who would become Sigma, would claim his place and watch over the work of generations of his family. His true name has been since lost in history, but that is irrelevant now. As the eldest son, it would be his duty to take over after father died, and to look after his three sisters and, being just twelve years old, he accepted his role, working with his dad and helping craft weapons as well as training in combat and sometimes a spot of adventuring when he felt the need to do something exciting. His father didn’t mind any of his siblings going out and doing whatever, as long as they returned safely. They had all been out on their own before, they had even been attacked by ogres and satyrs and the like…but they held their own, and they always returned home safe with little more than a few cuts and occasionally a wound…
Sadly, with the soon-to-be successor, this was not the case.
It was roughly half past eleven in the middle of summer. A thirteen year old boy shook gently his father, who woke up unwillingly to his eldest son, revolver at his waist and a pouch full of needles around his leather belt. ”Dad, I’m going off to the spring again…I’ll be back in a few hours.” His father, being the tolerant man he was, nodded his head, telling him to return safely, as he usually did. With that, he headed out of his house and to the nearby sea of trees, to a certain spring where he liked to rest and collect his thoughts…however, when he got there, he wasn’t alone as he usually was…an odd, cloaked figure stood, facing the stream. As soon as he was addressed, the figure turned, nothing visible of his face could be seen. He was completely drenched in a black robe that concealed everything, save his mouth, which harboured a fanged grin.
”This one…this one is perfect…claim his body!”
With that, the cloaked man advanced towards him, pulling out a menacing winged dagger, hissing noises coming from it and the noxious stench of poison lingering on it’s tip. The boy, knowing of the threat, began to throw as many needles as he could at the aggressor, so much that he looked like a walking pincushion…but he carried on walking, closing the distance…even six bullets from his blessed revolver couldn’t stop the cloaked man…until he drew close enough to plunge the weapon into the boy’s stomach, causing him to lose consciousness…he doesn’t remember anything else, but by being stabbed, the soul that was in the weapon, named Ezra, entered his body and clamped chains on his soul and heart, claiming control over him and twisting him into a hollow. The cloaked man, the previous host of Ezra, died of his severe injuries after being freed of the spirit’s grasp, that same poisoned winged dagger becoming the boy’s cross to bear. Christening him as Sigma, Ezra spent six years with him, becoming more and more under his malicious spell as time passed, the mark of a Sniper Hollow becoming more and more consuming on his skin until he was well and truly corrupted. Now, Ezra is content with his host, Sigma ‘willing’ to carry out whatever he says. But down, deep down, Sigma wants to break free…
Family: All ties now cut.
Magic: Limited-using Ezra and his mind he can control the winged dagger, using it to attack from long range without risking taking damage himself. He can also infuse slight magic energies in his right arm to add elemental power to his needles, such as causing them to freeze and shatter on impact with an enemy. His eyes could also count as magic; the crosshair pattern increases his field of vision greatly as well as his accuracy, hence why he’s a Sniper Hollow.
Weapons: Countless steel needles hanging from an arm long brassard on his right arm, which he can throw rapidly and with great accuracy, although single needles don’t tend to hurt much. A winged dagger which harbours his master Ezra. There is a black diamond shaped jewel in the middle of the hilt and a skull carved into the handle. A pair of steel angel wings spread from the handle, and the tip of the blade is doused in a sticky purple substance. When the dagger’s venom enters the blood stream of a living being, it finds it’s way into their muscle joints and coats around them before becoming rigid. This gives the victim the feeling of considerable pain when they try and move that particular muscle. His last weapon is his revolver: A silver pistol with a few of his own verses that he wrote engraved into the side, silver bullets loaded in the chamber. Six bullets. In his opinion, more than enough to kill anything that moves.
Class: Sniper
Occupation: Weapon
Friends: None.
Enemies: Ezra
Abilities: When under Ezra’s control, pain is half irrelevant to him. He will suppress a great deal of pain to get his assignment finished. Fear poses nothing to him when he is possessed. It would take a heavy blow for Sigma to feel the attack right away. He can see much farther than your average human or elf, and his accuracy with thrown or fired weapons is paramount.
Weaknesses: Sigma’s lack of fear means that he will square up to anyone and anything if told to, even if he has no chance of winning. Sometimes Ezra will send him into a dragon’s cave, or into a Satyr raider’s camp just for a sick joke, if he hasn’t been entertained enough. Although he can suppress pain very well, the effects tend to hit him later. On very rare occasions, the real Sigma tries to break free, making his actions almost hesitant sometimes. His final weakness is close combat: Although his ranged combat is yet to be matched, he is less proficient with his dagger, and prefers to hang back and strike from a distance.
Objectives: Ezra-destroy the living, attempt at finding a better host than Sigma
Sigma: Break free.
There's a picture I drew of them here now!
i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii222/IxOrpheusxI/DSC01086.jpg
Alias/nickname: Sigma
Gender: Male
Height: Roughly 6’2
Age: 19
Species: Hollow- A humanoid creature that is deeply possessed by a malignant, inanimate object, such as a puppet, weapon, spirit or in some cases, another person, usually a mage or something similar. You can tell a hollow from your average human or elf by their eye pattern: Berserker Hollows have two crossed swords visible in their eyes, whereas a Cleric Hollow would have the holy cross patterned into their orbs. A Sniper Hollow will have a crosshair pattern, and the most powerful of hollows to be discovered yet, dubbed King Hollows, have the image of a king chess piece reflecting off their eyes for all to see. The other way of distinguishing a Hollow from a normal creature is through their skin: A Hollow will always have a strange black pattern infesting their eerily colourless skin; the deeper they are possessed by their spirit/object, the more prominent the pattern will be. Again, the Hollow type can be distinguished by pattern: Berserkers have a thunder pattern, as if black streaks of lightning have been etched down their skin, and Clerics have a splash pattern, like if blotches of ink had been splashed all over it’s body. Snipers have a broken glass pattern, jagged shards of charcoal glass corrupting their skin, and Kings have a flame pattern from the bottom up, like their body is half engulfed by black fire.
Hollows usually travel in pairs with their possessor, but a few sightings of four or five Hollows in a pack have been reported, usually led by a King Hollow, who seemingly has limited power over others of its kind. As much as a Sniper or Cleric hollow will listen to a King, they only ever yield to one power: Their possessor. Because of this, fear is almost irrelevant to them if it contests their objective, making them ideal soldiers. However, nearly all hollows are controlled by an evil presence, and thus have a reputation to be tools of death. If their master/mistress is dormant, they are permitted free will until their master awakens again. Some see this as the only opportunity to break a Hollow from its bonds, whereas others exploit this to add their own shackles to the already imprisoned creatures.
Appearance: Sigma is a Sniper Hollow, meaning that he has a crosshair pattern emblazoned in his eyes. His white hair is long and staggers down his face in jagged streaks. His facial features are angular and prominent, a stern look always on his thin lips and his already surreal eyes a little wider than your average human. He is deeply possessed, with a mess of shards of his skin tinted black like a fierce looking tattoo, all over his face, hands, body, just generally everywhere. Despite his madness, he wears a small silver cross pendant around his neck, symbolising his faith before he was invaded by the soul of his dagger, which he keeps in a sheath on a metal tasset around his waist. He wears a set of black armour plates around his torso as well as a jagged pair of matching greaves to cover his legs, the solid dusk armour shining dull silver in the light, like if it was silver once but had been scorched by a dragon. He has quite a large frame, although close combat isn’t his speciality. Along his right arm is a long brassard that covers the whole of his limb, countless needles hanging freely from it like a sinister chandelier. Also on his tasset next to his two dagger sheaths is a silver revolver, a few verses engraved along the side of it in an unknown language.
His master, Ezra, is a malicious soul that resides in his dagger. Although Ezra can only be heard by Sigma and other ethereal creatures (Or those gifted with the ability to commune with spirits), he has made himself known on rare occasions by exiting the dagger and speaking to him directly. He has an almost comical appearance, being nothing more than a wisp of red smoke which resembles a head, composed of solely a singular large eye and a set of jagged, oversized teeth. Whether he’s content, unhappy, angry or in any other emotional state, he will always wear a plastic grin that shows off his pearl white fangs, and only appears to others if his control over Sigma is threatened.
Personality: Most of the time, Sigma is under Ezra’s spell. The spirit’s word is absolute law, and the Hollow will carry out his orders without hesitation, fear, sometimes even knowledge of what he is about to do. When not permitted free will by Ezra, he will do whatever he’s told with very little question, and that isn’t good. Ezra is merciless, spiteful, and vengeful, and likes nothing more than the sight of his host spilling another’s blood. The spirit is childish and selfish, whereas Sigma himself is a calm, collected man, not reflecting the views of the one who controls him at all. He is misguided completely, thinking that Ezra is only looking out for him, but in truth, to the dagger’s spirit he’s just a host, an efficient means of causing death until he meets his match. And when that happens? Why, he’ll just jump into the stronger one’s weapon and turn him into a Hollow, leaving Sigma for dead. But he doesn’t know that. He doesn’t know any better. He’s just a puppet. He’s a good person at heart. He just doesn’t get the chance to use that heart of his. He doesn’t understand why other humans and elves avoid him, shout at him, call him a monster, tell him to kill himself due to his lack of control over his body. If he was ever freed, he wouldn’t understand emotions, feelings, actions like everybody else, for after six years of being a Hollow, all he knows is taking orders...
When he gets his six hours or so of free will a day, he is usually alone. Human life fascinates him, how they can band together as a community and achieve great things. How having someone else with them makes them so much happier. Teamwork, selflessness, care, love…four things that interest Sigma, yet he doesn’t know what they mean. Deep down, in the heart that he never gets to use, he wants to learn to love, to laugh with others and be one with a community. Ezra, knowing this as a threat to his absolute control, scolds his host for this, saying that all he needs to be happy is himself and combat. He isn’t happy, but his possessed state doesn’t let him know that…
History:
Sigma was once not Sigma. At one point he had another name somewhere down the line, when he was a child. His old family came from a long line of weaponsmiths, creating top quality weaponry and supplying some of the best knights around with their arms. They became quite renowned, people from all over the land coming to find a weapon that would suit them perfectly. Because of this, everyone in the business became interested in weapons, each of them not only becoming a top notch weaponsmith, but also a fearsome combatant when battle came around.
It wasn’t long before the next successor to the business, the man who would become Sigma, would claim his place and watch over the work of generations of his family. His true name has been since lost in history, but that is irrelevant now. As the eldest son, it would be his duty to take over after father died, and to look after his three sisters and, being just twelve years old, he accepted his role, working with his dad and helping craft weapons as well as training in combat and sometimes a spot of adventuring when he felt the need to do something exciting. His father didn’t mind any of his siblings going out and doing whatever, as long as they returned safely. They had all been out on their own before, they had even been attacked by ogres and satyrs and the like…but they held their own, and they always returned home safe with little more than a few cuts and occasionally a wound…
Sadly, with the soon-to-be successor, this was not the case.
It was roughly half past eleven in the middle of summer. A thirteen year old boy shook gently his father, who woke up unwillingly to his eldest son, revolver at his waist and a pouch full of needles around his leather belt. ”Dad, I’m going off to the spring again…I’ll be back in a few hours.” His father, being the tolerant man he was, nodded his head, telling him to return safely, as he usually did. With that, he headed out of his house and to the nearby sea of trees, to a certain spring where he liked to rest and collect his thoughts…however, when he got there, he wasn’t alone as he usually was…an odd, cloaked figure stood, facing the stream. As soon as he was addressed, the figure turned, nothing visible of his face could be seen. He was completely drenched in a black robe that concealed everything, save his mouth, which harboured a fanged grin.
”This one…this one is perfect…claim his body!”
With that, the cloaked man advanced towards him, pulling out a menacing winged dagger, hissing noises coming from it and the noxious stench of poison lingering on it’s tip. The boy, knowing of the threat, began to throw as many needles as he could at the aggressor, so much that he looked like a walking pincushion…but he carried on walking, closing the distance…even six bullets from his blessed revolver couldn’t stop the cloaked man…until he drew close enough to plunge the weapon into the boy’s stomach, causing him to lose consciousness…he doesn’t remember anything else, but by being stabbed, the soul that was in the weapon, named Ezra, entered his body and clamped chains on his soul and heart, claiming control over him and twisting him into a hollow. The cloaked man, the previous host of Ezra, died of his severe injuries after being freed of the spirit’s grasp, that same poisoned winged dagger becoming the boy’s cross to bear. Christening him as Sigma, Ezra spent six years with him, becoming more and more under his malicious spell as time passed, the mark of a Sniper Hollow becoming more and more consuming on his skin until he was well and truly corrupted. Now, Ezra is content with his host, Sigma ‘willing’ to carry out whatever he says. But down, deep down, Sigma wants to break free…
Family: All ties now cut.
Magic: Limited-using Ezra and his mind he can control the winged dagger, using it to attack from long range without risking taking damage himself. He can also infuse slight magic energies in his right arm to add elemental power to his needles, such as causing them to freeze and shatter on impact with an enemy. His eyes could also count as magic; the crosshair pattern increases his field of vision greatly as well as his accuracy, hence why he’s a Sniper Hollow.
Weapons: Countless steel needles hanging from an arm long brassard on his right arm, which he can throw rapidly and with great accuracy, although single needles don’t tend to hurt much. A winged dagger which harbours his master Ezra. There is a black diamond shaped jewel in the middle of the hilt and a skull carved into the handle. A pair of steel angel wings spread from the handle, and the tip of the blade is doused in a sticky purple substance. When the dagger’s venom enters the blood stream of a living being, it finds it’s way into their muscle joints and coats around them before becoming rigid. This gives the victim the feeling of considerable pain when they try and move that particular muscle. His last weapon is his revolver: A silver pistol with a few of his own verses that he wrote engraved into the side, silver bullets loaded in the chamber. Six bullets. In his opinion, more than enough to kill anything that moves.
Class: Sniper
Occupation: Weapon
Friends: None.
Enemies: Ezra
Abilities: When under Ezra’s control, pain is half irrelevant to him. He will suppress a great deal of pain to get his assignment finished. Fear poses nothing to him when he is possessed. It would take a heavy blow for Sigma to feel the attack right away. He can see much farther than your average human or elf, and his accuracy with thrown or fired weapons is paramount.
Weaknesses: Sigma’s lack of fear means that he will square up to anyone and anything if told to, even if he has no chance of winning. Sometimes Ezra will send him into a dragon’s cave, or into a Satyr raider’s camp just for a sick joke, if he hasn’t been entertained enough. Although he can suppress pain very well, the effects tend to hit him later. On very rare occasions, the real Sigma tries to break free, making his actions almost hesitant sometimes. His final weakness is close combat: Although his ranged combat is yet to be matched, he is less proficient with his dagger, and prefers to hang back and strike from a distance.
Objectives: Ezra-destroy the living, attempt at finding a better host than Sigma
Sigma: Break free.
There's a picture I drew of them here now!
i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii222/IxOrpheusxI/DSC01086.jpg
