Watcher, The Pit Wurm
Oct 17, 2011 16:19:12 GMT -8
Post by Watcher on Oct 17, 2011 16:19:12 GMT -8
Name: Angus
Age: 17.
RP Experience: now, 4-5 years
Activity Level: E’reday
- The Character -
Name: Watcher
Order: Pit Wurm.
Loyalty: Hell
Member Group: Pit Wurm (Daemon).
Appearance: Angels and Demons have three separate forms that they can inhabit at any given time. In the first, they simply appear as they did the moment they were created. In the second, they assume the image that best suits them in the performance of their God given job. In the third, they appear as humans, exhibiting all the same physical weaknesses.
Pure Form: A ghastly figure, standing somewhat up to four meters (roughly 12 feet.) tall, skin scabbed black and covered with crevasse like scars. His horned head is in the visage of an alligator, mixed with the features of the lowliest desert jackal. Wings spread from his back, cratered with small hell-stones, eternally burning, giving his wings the look of ever crackling and alit. The torso of this daemonic body is ribbed, flaring out with whip-cord muscles. Small spikes adorn the edges, giving the chest an armoured appearance. Each bulging arm terminates in a claw, four fingered and grasping. Enourmous nails tip each finger, stained with blood. It is in this way that the wurms of Hell address souls, and the lord Satan himself.
Perfect Form: As Pure form, but the body is covered with spines and plates of hard rock-like skin, like the dinosaurs of old, grown to a full height of 18” and a menacing tail ending with a tipped ball, spiked like the rest of the body.
C: None. Instead, the Wurm takes a more “inviting” form, much like it’s pure form, though it’s body seems weaker, the muscles relaxed and the ridges removed from it’s body. It shrinks to a short (for it) 9 feet tall. The hands become human, five fingers and thin digits, nae the stubby claws that grabbled and grasped for purchase before. His wings become ornamental, the fire glowing green and his words becoming honeyed poison.
Personality: In all forms, the Pit Wurm is a reviling violent creature. Watcher wants nothing more but to watch pain, to see blood blossom and to hear the screams of the eternal damned. Though taking careful steps to avoid actual fights, he will take any opportunity to gain the upperhand, taking advantage and advantage until he can fell the enemy in a single swoop. He taunts and endlessly harasses his inferiors and enemies, making things as uncomfortable as possible.
In his inviting form, his words are honeyed, and he whispers promises of power and wealth to those foolish enough to listen. He plays off of peoples fears, and their pride. Twirling through the shadow, he drags fools along and wears down the most stoic of men into their ultimate demise, eternally laughing at them, his gilded tongue speaking now empty promises and cackling forever in the ears of those he’s tricked.
Likes or Dislikes: Likes: The screams of the damned and tortured
The smell of brimstone, blood and decay
Pastries
Feeling something between his claws
Dislikes: Pride, determination
Cleanliness.
Over exaggerated hope
Sappy endings.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Strengths: amazingly strong
Manipulative and very beguiling
While being not very sneaky body wise, good at keeping motives safe
Can take a beating
Weaknesses: Speaks oddly (to be worked on)
Cannot kill angels, only badly maim.
While headstrong, he overestimates enemies.
History: Like all pit wurms, Watcher began as an imp in hell, being grown in a sack of rotting flesh until the ripe age of 309. Once big enough to begin learning how to go about torturing things, he was instructed on how to properly flay a man, boil his blood, and cause involuntary muscle collapse through the art of pain. –indeterminate amounts of torture ensue. Really all he did for his life time. He picked up poetry later.- Now, at the age of 553, Watcher was reassigned to a closer position at the hell-mouth, being made the “caretaker” of the fresh souls that abound in the great city of Chorazin.
Roleplay Example: See Octavious.
Age: 17.
RP Experience: now, 4-5 years
Activity Level: E’reday
- The Character -
Name: Watcher
Order: Pit Wurm.
Loyalty: Hell
Member Group: Pit Wurm (Daemon).
Appearance: Angels and Demons have three separate forms that they can inhabit at any given time. In the first, they simply appear as they did the moment they were created. In the second, they assume the image that best suits them in the performance of their God given job. In the third, they appear as humans, exhibiting all the same physical weaknesses.
Pure Form: A ghastly figure, standing somewhat up to four meters (roughly 12 feet.) tall, skin scabbed black and covered with crevasse like scars. His horned head is in the visage of an alligator, mixed with the features of the lowliest desert jackal. Wings spread from his back, cratered with small hell-stones, eternally burning, giving his wings the look of ever crackling and alit. The torso of this daemonic body is ribbed, flaring out with whip-cord muscles. Small spikes adorn the edges, giving the chest an armoured appearance. Each bulging arm terminates in a claw, four fingered and grasping. Enourmous nails tip each finger, stained with blood. It is in this way that the wurms of Hell address souls, and the lord Satan himself.
Perfect Form: As Pure form, but the body is covered with spines and plates of hard rock-like skin, like the dinosaurs of old, grown to a full height of 18” and a menacing tail ending with a tipped ball, spiked like the rest of the body.
C: None. Instead, the Wurm takes a more “inviting” form, much like it’s pure form, though it’s body seems weaker, the muscles relaxed and the ridges removed from it’s body. It shrinks to a short (for it) 9 feet tall. The hands become human, five fingers and thin digits, nae the stubby claws that grabbled and grasped for purchase before. His wings become ornamental, the fire glowing green and his words becoming honeyed poison.
Personality: In all forms, the Pit Wurm is a reviling violent creature. Watcher wants nothing more but to watch pain, to see blood blossom and to hear the screams of the eternal damned. Though taking careful steps to avoid actual fights, he will take any opportunity to gain the upperhand, taking advantage and advantage until he can fell the enemy in a single swoop. He taunts and endlessly harasses his inferiors and enemies, making things as uncomfortable as possible.
In his inviting form, his words are honeyed, and he whispers promises of power and wealth to those foolish enough to listen. He plays off of peoples fears, and their pride. Twirling through the shadow, he drags fools along and wears down the most stoic of men into their ultimate demise, eternally laughing at them, his gilded tongue speaking now empty promises and cackling forever in the ears of those he’s tricked.
Likes or Dislikes: Likes: The screams of the damned and tortured
The smell of brimstone, blood and decay
Pastries
Feeling something between his claws
Dislikes: Pride, determination
Cleanliness.
Over exaggerated hope
Sappy endings.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Strengths: amazingly strong
Manipulative and very beguiling
While being not very sneaky body wise, good at keeping motives safe
Can take a beating
Weaknesses: Speaks oddly (to be worked on)
Cannot kill angels, only badly maim.
While headstrong, he overestimates enemies.
History: Like all pit wurms, Watcher began as an imp in hell, being grown in a sack of rotting flesh until the ripe age of 309. Once big enough to begin learning how to go about torturing things, he was instructed on how to properly flay a man, boil his blood, and cause involuntary muscle collapse through the art of pain. –indeterminate amounts of torture ensue. Really all he did for his life time. He picked up poetry later.- Now, at the age of 553, Watcher was reassigned to a closer position at the hell-mouth, being made the “caretaker” of the fresh souls that abound in the great city of Chorazin.
Roleplay Example: See Octavious.
