Post by Coil on Jan 14, 2008 10:53:09 GMT -5
Name: Coil
Race: Father was a Darkling and Mother was half shapeshifter half Elf.
Gender: Male
Age: Age is not recorded but it is negatives…(Recorded in negatives for a seers tell all the Bezerkers of their death. Thus taking away any inhibitations in prior battles.)
World of origin: Born in a Rift resulting in. . .anomalies.
Allegiance: Secret clan of the Darth'iar. He is not of the Darth’iar but part of a secret clan created by the forefathers known not even too the Darth’iar priests. Their goal is secret along with their existence. He is of the Berzerker caste.
Description: Coil was once what some would have call beautiful until he reached adolescence and puberty uncontrollably ravaged his body with the power of his father. With a gruesome scar that runs across his chest one may wonder why he does not use his powers to cover it up. With the gifting of his mother coupled with his father’s he is able to change his eye and hair color at will though he favors being bald and pitch black eyes. Standing 6 feet tall Coil is not near the height of many of his adversaries. With broad shoulders, his black skin radiates a sense of purposelessness and power that he was required to be a Bezerker. Some say he resembles a young war torn soldier but others say that he looks like a sage old wizard. Both can never remember the exact details of his face. With teeth that resembles wolves and random fits of murderous rage it is no wonder why he is of the Berzerkers.
Personality: Mistrusts humans. Has a soft spot for children. Feels no regret at the slaughter of any race by his hand. Hates to repeat himself. A loyal Berzerker who has ravaged both worlds since birth. Nonchalant about death. Mischievous and flirtatious when young but because of the centuries of being a Berzerker he has gone cold.
Weapon of choice: Assortment of blades along with his teeth and his hands turn into claws at his whim. Usually enchants his weapons. Weapon bestowed upon him when entering the Berzerker caste was 2, yard and a half chains held in both hands with a slight crystal mist covering the ends. Crystal mist serves as a conduit which either transports being back to a designated place upon striking or brings weapons to the tip. Because of this last power the chain end can become a miniature three prong spear, hammer, etc and mouth of a Shroud.
Black Shroud (I’m asking for this and can it only be mine…For Twilight to grade if she remembers the story
“As a Bezerker one must go through the test of being hunted by the Black Shrouds. It had the body of a wolf but it was as large as a full grown lion. Its dense fur was matted black but when angered the fur would… transform into a plate like amour that was poisonous to the touch. For some reason there would always be a chilling black mist emanating from it and it smelt like the finest wine. Its eyes were pure silver and its teeth were translucent. The weakness of one was quite simple if you read the correct books. But alas the books have not been seen in over 3 centuries. A few hours before Coil had stolen all sorts of medicine from a man in hopes that if he was bit or touched by one of them he would survive. The day after he procured the infusions a Black Shroud lunged at him only to plunge into one of his throwing knives. Of course this had never killed one before but it always gave Coil a chance to run. The only thing that kept him from fleeing was the silence. Usually they would roar some kind of incantation that would heal the wound. Yes they spoke as he did.. Their voices were deeper than anything that he have ever heard before or since. When he realized that no incantations were being uttered he turned around hoping to see the dead body of the Black Shroud thus ending his test. It seemed that one of the infusions had broken and dripped onto his weapons. This is what killed them. They were killed by healing rather than death. He should have left then. The test was over and all he had to do was return alive. He knew that Black Shrouds traveled in pairs. Before it was upon him, he could already smell its sweet scent. It emerged from the foliage and looked at him and then at the dead body of its companion. It was odd relationship between prey and predator. Many times he had met and held conversations. They were not driven by hate or even a sense of duty to their summonsed. One had actually thanked him for it had been 500 years since he had last been out of the abyss. To them he was just another target. They wanted out of the summons for with it came pain and possibly death but if they did not respond death was the only other choice. It looked back at its companion and then at Coil.. For many years its words haunted him. For it showed promise and promises in the Bezerker clan were rewarded with pain. It told him that he had been quickest to find out their simple weakness. It told Coil that he respected him as a prey and because of that it would return to the abyss to report in turn giving him a brief extension of life. It was then that it tried to return to whence it came from. It was then that Coil struck with his medicine covered sword into it’s back and lunged purposelessly into the darkness.
Story/Sample:
Those without a destiny determine the fate of the worlds…
-Cronus
(Approximately a 3 thousand years before the rift was found)
Born in the rift he never felt as if he belonged in either worlds. Shunned by no one but hunted by all he realized that life is only a lie told to you by your enemies. When he was a child he wondered about the mountains. How long have they stood? How many civilizations had they seen fall and rise again? Why was it that they stood firm even through the roughest of weather? He wanted to be like a mountain… he wanted to be a mountain. Many a times he would ask his mother. “What is beyond those snow crested peaks?” Many a times she would look down upon him and answer. “Nothing but death and uncertainty” She knew what would save them all. Coil, herself and his father would… could have been saved by her. All she had to do was tell him that he was special. That soon he would murder her and his father in a hapless rage brought on by his powers unless he learned how to control himself. She did not tell him. Why ruin the only years of peace and happiness that her child would ever know? Rather she would let his powers destroy all of them for a tumultuous life for Coil was inevitable. No he was not all powerful. Stronger than most? Probably. The thing that made him unique was the oddities in his powers… the anomalies that went unchecked. He could not change fully into a beast but he could take their instincts and their primal urges and funnel it into his very being. The darkling blood that coursed through his veins did not give him control but haphazardly exploded from within. The imbalance inside of him destroyed everything.
When he realized his abilities is when everything collapsed into a dark trodden pile of doom. It was a cold and dreary winter night when his howls awoke the town. All around him, limbs and appendages lay strewn across the house. Blood dripped from the ceiling and the stench of death filled the night’s air. His father and his mother all massacred by the awaking of his gifts. He had killed not because he wanted too but because he had too. The inhabitants of the town still talk of a beast that killed a set of parents and stole their son. If only they knew. If only they realized that the beast was the son. The beast within Coil ran. It ran as fast and as far as its adolescent legs could take it. Something drew it to the mountains something told it that it was no longer welcomed among the living but the dead refused it also. There he stayed until the rift called him. The torrential emotions coupled with his new found powers drew him to the place of his birth. He could not fight the pull of the rift and it was that which threw him into the darkness.
He had heard of the other world. Children told scary stories at night of it but none actually believed that it existed. If only he had been warned. If only somebody would have told him that you could not trust the already greedy humans in the dark world. They had befriended him until they learned of his powers. They found out that he passed between the barriers by creating a rift himself. They urged him to make one for them. When Coil refused it was then when he learned the lessons of life. Those who trust are those who die. The humans chased him through the countries. Beasts were summoned from the abyss to find him. Why cast spells to weaken a gate between worlds when you could just make your own? They wanted to flood the light world with their evil and that called upon the death and unleashing of Coil’s power. Slowly but surely Coil changed from an innocent young boy to a man that used his abilities to exact revenge on those who hunted him. He spent three long years learning how to create his own rift but even then he could not determine where he came out on the other side and he always had to spend months recuperating.
This is what attracted them. This is what made them want Coil as there own. He in his infantile state could still deal with the hoodlums that chased him but when the Secret clan of the Darth’air found him he was helpless. They took him and shaped him into their own. With his anonamilies they had great plans for him but alas they could not control him. So to keep him from destroying their future they gave him to the Berzerker caste where he is now the lone leader. He never knew love except for his mothers but now he knew only hate and fear.
Race: Father was a Darkling and Mother was half shapeshifter half Elf.
Gender: Male
Age: Age is not recorded but it is negatives…(Recorded in negatives for a seers tell all the Bezerkers of their death. Thus taking away any inhibitations in prior battles.)
World of origin: Born in a Rift resulting in. . .anomalies.
Allegiance: Secret clan of the Darth'iar. He is not of the Darth’iar but part of a secret clan created by the forefathers known not even too the Darth’iar priests. Their goal is secret along with their existence. He is of the Berzerker caste.
Description: Coil was once what some would have call beautiful until he reached adolescence and puberty uncontrollably ravaged his body with the power of his father. With a gruesome scar that runs across his chest one may wonder why he does not use his powers to cover it up. With the gifting of his mother coupled with his father’s he is able to change his eye and hair color at will though he favors being bald and pitch black eyes. Standing 6 feet tall Coil is not near the height of many of his adversaries. With broad shoulders, his black skin radiates a sense of purposelessness and power that he was required to be a Bezerker. Some say he resembles a young war torn soldier but others say that he looks like a sage old wizard. Both can never remember the exact details of his face. With teeth that resembles wolves and random fits of murderous rage it is no wonder why he is of the Berzerkers.
Personality: Mistrusts humans. Has a soft spot for children. Feels no regret at the slaughter of any race by his hand. Hates to repeat himself. A loyal Berzerker who has ravaged both worlds since birth. Nonchalant about death. Mischievous and flirtatious when young but because of the centuries of being a Berzerker he has gone cold.
Weapon of choice: Assortment of blades along with his teeth and his hands turn into claws at his whim. Usually enchants his weapons. Weapon bestowed upon him when entering the Berzerker caste was 2, yard and a half chains held in both hands with a slight crystal mist covering the ends. Crystal mist serves as a conduit which either transports being back to a designated place upon striking or brings weapons to the tip. Because of this last power the chain end can become a miniature three prong spear, hammer, etc and mouth of a Shroud.
Black Shroud (I’m asking for this and can it only be mine…For Twilight to grade if she remembers the story
“As a Bezerker one must go through the test of being hunted by the Black Shrouds. It had the body of a wolf but it was as large as a full grown lion. Its dense fur was matted black but when angered the fur would… transform into a plate like amour that was poisonous to the touch. For some reason there would always be a chilling black mist emanating from it and it smelt like the finest wine. Its eyes were pure silver and its teeth were translucent. The weakness of one was quite simple if you read the correct books. But alas the books have not been seen in over 3 centuries. A few hours before Coil had stolen all sorts of medicine from a man in hopes that if he was bit or touched by one of them he would survive. The day after he procured the infusions a Black Shroud lunged at him only to plunge into one of his throwing knives. Of course this had never killed one before but it always gave Coil a chance to run. The only thing that kept him from fleeing was the silence. Usually they would roar some kind of incantation that would heal the wound. Yes they spoke as he did.. Their voices were deeper than anything that he have ever heard before or since. When he realized that no incantations were being uttered he turned around hoping to see the dead body of the Black Shroud thus ending his test. It seemed that one of the infusions had broken and dripped onto his weapons. This is what killed them. They were killed by healing rather than death. He should have left then. The test was over and all he had to do was return alive. He knew that Black Shrouds traveled in pairs. Before it was upon him, he could already smell its sweet scent. It emerged from the foliage and looked at him and then at the dead body of its companion. It was odd relationship between prey and predator. Many times he had met and held conversations. They were not driven by hate or even a sense of duty to their summonsed. One had actually thanked him for it had been 500 years since he had last been out of the abyss. To them he was just another target. They wanted out of the summons for with it came pain and possibly death but if they did not respond death was the only other choice. It looked back at its companion and then at Coil.. For many years its words haunted him. For it showed promise and promises in the Bezerker clan were rewarded with pain. It told him that he had been quickest to find out their simple weakness. It told Coil that he respected him as a prey and because of that it would return to the abyss to report in turn giving him a brief extension of life. It was then that it tried to return to whence it came from. It was then that Coil struck with his medicine covered sword into it’s back and lunged purposelessly into the darkness.
Story/Sample:
Those without a destiny determine the fate of the worlds…
-Cronus
(Approximately a 3 thousand years before the rift was found)
Born in the rift he never felt as if he belonged in either worlds. Shunned by no one but hunted by all he realized that life is only a lie told to you by your enemies. When he was a child he wondered about the mountains. How long have they stood? How many civilizations had they seen fall and rise again? Why was it that they stood firm even through the roughest of weather? He wanted to be like a mountain… he wanted to be a mountain. Many a times he would ask his mother. “What is beyond those snow crested peaks?” Many a times she would look down upon him and answer. “Nothing but death and uncertainty” She knew what would save them all. Coil, herself and his father would… could have been saved by her. All she had to do was tell him that he was special. That soon he would murder her and his father in a hapless rage brought on by his powers unless he learned how to control himself. She did not tell him. Why ruin the only years of peace and happiness that her child would ever know? Rather she would let his powers destroy all of them for a tumultuous life for Coil was inevitable. No he was not all powerful. Stronger than most? Probably. The thing that made him unique was the oddities in his powers… the anomalies that went unchecked. He could not change fully into a beast but he could take their instincts and their primal urges and funnel it into his very being. The darkling blood that coursed through his veins did not give him control but haphazardly exploded from within. The imbalance inside of him destroyed everything.
When he realized his abilities is when everything collapsed into a dark trodden pile of doom. It was a cold and dreary winter night when his howls awoke the town. All around him, limbs and appendages lay strewn across the house. Blood dripped from the ceiling and the stench of death filled the night’s air. His father and his mother all massacred by the awaking of his gifts. He had killed not because he wanted too but because he had too. The inhabitants of the town still talk of a beast that killed a set of parents and stole their son. If only they knew. If only they realized that the beast was the son. The beast within Coil ran. It ran as fast and as far as its adolescent legs could take it. Something drew it to the mountains something told it that it was no longer welcomed among the living but the dead refused it also. There he stayed until the rift called him. The torrential emotions coupled with his new found powers drew him to the place of his birth. He could not fight the pull of the rift and it was that which threw him into the darkness.
He had heard of the other world. Children told scary stories at night of it but none actually believed that it existed. If only he had been warned. If only somebody would have told him that you could not trust the already greedy humans in the dark world. They had befriended him until they learned of his powers. They found out that he passed between the barriers by creating a rift himself. They urged him to make one for them. When Coil refused it was then when he learned the lessons of life. Those who trust are those who die. The humans chased him through the countries. Beasts were summoned from the abyss to find him. Why cast spells to weaken a gate between worlds when you could just make your own? They wanted to flood the light world with their evil and that called upon the death and unleashing of Coil’s power. Slowly but surely Coil changed from an innocent young boy to a man that used his abilities to exact revenge on those who hunted him. He spent three long years learning how to create his own rift but even then he could not determine where he came out on the other side and he always had to spend months recuperating.
This is what attracted them. This is what made them want Coil as there own. He in his infantile state could still deal with the hoodlums that chased him but when the Secret clan of the Darth’air found him he was helpless. They took him and shaped him into their own. With his anonamilies they had great plans for him but alas they could not control him. So to keep him from destroying their future they gave him to the Berzerker caste where he is now the lone leader. He never knew love except for his mothers but now he knew only hate and fear.